There is a saying among sword cultivators in the world, called "If you don't get started, it is difficult to become a teacher." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info meaning is very simple, no matter how good the sword trick swordsmanship is, you can't enter the real kendo gate, and you can't become a kendo powerhouse in the sword master realm, from this sentence, you can get a glimpse of the difference between swordsmanship and swordsmanship.

Swordsmanship and sword moves are not learned by beginner swordsmen, and no matter how much they learn, it is difficult to become a swordsman. The minimum cultivation requirement for the sword technique is the sword master, and the gap is like the difference between cloud and mud.

With the two secret books of "The Five Realms of the Sword Dao" and "The Sword Recipe of Flowing Fire", Wu Ming picked out a book from the classics of the Soul Dao that explained the key points of the soul path in detail The "Hinayana Soul Imperial Chapter", and took the three books and rushed to line up at the door, according to the rules, the borrowed books need to be registered in detail The title of the book and the name of the borrowed disciple must be returned within one month at the latest.

In front of Wu Ming, there were a number of senior brothers who borrowed books, most of these people were carrying swords, and the swords were either carried on their backs or tied around their waists, and all of them had sharp eyes and bright spirits, all of whom were disciples of the Sword Pavilion. The distance from the Sword Pavilion was close, and there were countless disciples of the Sword Pavilion who came to borrow books, so it was no wonder that the old man at the door was accustomed to treating him as a disciple of the Sword Pavilion as soon as he heard that Wu Ming was looking for a kendo book.

Wu Ming stood bored in the team, listening to the chatter of the previous senior brothers, vaguely hearing the words "autumn", "blind eye", "elixir" and so on, he was suddenly curious, he was fourteen years old and not yet fully developed, his height was only to the shoulders of the senior brother in front of him, and he had to get close to tiptoe to barely hear people's conversations.

In the crowd, a tall and burly man with two cheeks and a beard on his chin arched his hands, and shouted loudly as if he was performing arts: "You guys have to think about it, this year is not as peaceful as in previous years, the three young masters of the three sects are gathered inside, it is said that the blood is flowing like a river, and if you want to go in safely to get the benefits, you will have to pay some price." I, Guan Tongzhi, am a real person, only fifty taels of silver to bring one person in, plus three catties of basic medicinal materials, there are those who want to do this business, although they all come to me Lao Guan! ”

This man named Guan Tongzhi spoke strongly and powerfully, and his tone was sincere, although Wu Ming didn't know what business he was talking about, he nodded secretly. However, the surrounding disciples didn't seem to take his words to heart, but instead focused their eyes on a young man dressed as a young man dressed in a white straight shirt and a long sword tied to his waist.

When Wu Ming saw this young man, he was slightly stunned in his heart, isn't this the third-generation true disciple Long Qian he saw when he first started, walking with Tao Jinpeng? I didn't expect to meet him again today.

Long Qian's appearance was ordinary, he was not tall, standing opposite Guan Tongzhi did not show any conspicuous place, and his words were also very short, only a few words: "Senior brothers, Long Qian is a third-generation disciple of the Sword Pavilion, I want to find a few people to accompany me, the price is comparable to Brother Tongzhi, do you want to go together?" ”

The tone is flat, as if calling a friend to have a meal together.

"I'll go." "I'm going too." "Senior Brother Long is also counted as one of me." A response from the disciples of the Sword Pavilion sounded around, in stark contrast to the coldness on Guan Tongzhi's side, Guan Tongzhi's face suddenly turned red, and he turned around and left without saying a word, not even borrowing the book.

Wu Ming looked funny, this senior brother named Guan Tongzhi was also a rough man, and he came to a group of Sword Pavilion disciples to grab business with the three generations of Sword Pavilion disciples, isn't this looking for shame?

However, what is this place, what is the content of the audience's discussion, the disciples of the three sects are gathered to fight, it is a very dangerous place, and there are so many people who spend money to hire people to enter, it is really a bit incredible.

Wu Ming was thinking about whether to find a senior brother to follow him to the "Barrier Ridge" to have a look, the team in front of him had already run out, and Long Qian was also surrounded by more than a dozen people and went out, probably to discuss "business", and the team was just Wu Ming's turn.

At this time, it was already ten o'clock in the afternoon, and the air in early autumn was still a little hot, and the lean old man sat at the table and read a book all morning, and he was not bored, and he did not sweat a drop all over his body. He still kept his hands on the book, not glancing at the person who borrowed the book, but just holding the pen and ink, and quickly recording the title of a book on the old book.

When he wrote about "The Five Realms of Kendo", the old man subconsciously looked up and saw that the person who borrowed the book was Wu Ming, and nodded quietly. I thought that this kid still knew how to advance and retreat, so it was better to borrow a basic kendo book and go back to see it, if he borrowed some messy swordsmanship and swordsmanship, the old man would definitely laugh in his heart that he didn't know what to do and waste time.

However, when he took away the "Five Realms of Kendo Grand View" and saw the name of the book below, the old man's hand, which had been writing, suddenly froze. He rubbed his eyes, for fear that he would be dizzy and misread the title of the book.

That's right, there are only four words on the paper, the Flowing Fire Sword Technique, no matter how you rub your eyes, the words will not change.

Let's not talk about why there is such a profound kendo cheat as a sword trick on the first floor, as soon as he sees these four words, the old man's mistake of being a good teacher is going to be committed again, he really wants to grab Wu Ming and scold him, telling him that the esoteric techniques such as "sword trick" are not something that a new disciple can dabble in, and the road of cultivation needs to be taken step by step, and there is no room for any rashness, not to mention that he is still a layman in kendo.

It's a pity that Wu Ming is not a disciple of the Sword Pavilion, no matter how old the old man is, he can't control his head, the old man scratched his head for a long time, and finally recorded the titles of the three books in the borrowing book according to the rules, as for the last "Hinayana Soul Royal Chapter", the old man is no longer surprised.

"Your name is Wu Ming, right, the old man remembers you."

Seeing Wu Ming write his name in the book, the old man glanced at him, and a little bad taste rose in his heart, he wanted to see how pitiful this unpersuaded kid would be in the future, according to his adventurous cultivation method, there would definitely be problems in the future, maybe this kid would come to ask him for help from the old man at that time.

"The junior is indeed called Wu Ming, I don't know the name of the senior?" How did Wu Ming know that the panicked old man in front of him was already planning to see his jokes in the future, and he thought that the old man took the initiative to ask his name out of love for his juniors, so he also politely replied.

"The old man is ranked ninth in the door, and he is called the ninth master of the old man." The old man smiled. Wu Ming didn't know what he was laughing at, so he also smiled.

Behind them, a few Sword Pavilion senior brothers who were still in line stared at each other, they had never seen the master guarding the building so attentive to a disciple who borrowed books, and even signed up for his own number. Curious in their hearts, the eyes of several people subconsciously swept over the few books that Wu Ming put on the wooden table, and when they saw the books with the big characters "Flowing Fire Sword Technique" written on the cover, they were all dumbfounded.

"Hey, this is a sword trick, am I mistaken?"

"At the age of only fourteen or fifteen years old, he can practice sword techniques, I don't know which master of my Sword Pavilion is under him?"

"You're a fool, if my Sword Pavilion has such a genius, it must be known to everyone, how can you not know it? This person doesn't even have a sword, so it's clear that he is not a disciple of my Sword Pavilion. ”

Everyone talked a lot, and they didn't come up with a reason. At this time, a new disciple of the Sword Pavilion timidly poked his head out and whispered: "I have seen this person, he is a newcomer like me, it seems that he is a descendant of a prince, and he almost fought with a few young masters of the family in front of the sect before." ”

It turned out that this new disciple of the Sword Pavilion happened to be one of the onlookers who watched the confrontation between him and Mei Sheng in Taniguchi on the first day of Wu Ming's return to the sect, and as soon as he exited at this time, Wu Ming's identity was revealed.

"What...... New to the school? Several senior brothers were taken aback, and when they looked at Wu Ming again, there was only schadenfreude. These people themselves are not qualified to practice the sword technique, and naturally they don't want others to practice, the typical mentality of saying that grapes are sour if they can't eat grapes, now that they know Wu Ming's bottom line, they will naturally have a solid balance in their hearts.

Wu Ming listened to the voice coming from behind him, and laughed in his heart, he was now a sword path monk in the Sword Master Realm, and he had condensed three inches of sword intent, and he could have practiced sword techniques. However, there was no point in arguing with these strange senior brothers of the Sword Pavilion vein, Wu Ming took the three books and strode out, leaving only a thin back for these chattering senior brothers.

The midday sun hung high in the center overhead, radiating a crystal clear pillar of light, baking the earth like a burning iron furnace. But the entire Qingcheng Mountain is covered by clouds and dense forests, and the four seasons here are like spring, with constant temperature day and night, and it is always humid with some cool climate. Wu Ming put on a thick jacket when he went out early in the morning, and he didn't take it off until now, and he didn't feel hot, and the inside of the jacket was conveniently opened with a purse, just enough to put three books in.

After leaving, the temperature along the way was pleasant, but his stomach had begun to growl, Wu Ming pinched his fingers, he hadn't eaten for a whole day since last night. In order to go back and enjoy a fragrant meal of rice as soon as possible, he sped up.

But as soon as he walked faster, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. Several footsteps from different directions behind him unexpectedly accelerated with his acceleration.

Someone is following!

Wu Ming's heart tightened, but his face seemed to have found nothing, and he continued to stride forward. He was still within the scope of the main peak of the sect at this time, and there were disciples in the sect who were hurrying around, and he couldn't find out who was following, but if those stalkers were malicious, it would be difficult to do anything in a place with so many people.

Do you want to go out of the main peak range and meet the tracker alone?

Wu Ming hesitated for a moment, although he had already become a sword master, he lacked experience in all aspects of cultivation, if the stalker was only a few mid-stage qi refining cultivators, he could barely cope with it, and if the follower was a late-stage qi refining cultivator, or even a Tongmai cultivator, then he was afraid that he would be in danger.

However, the monks in the late stage of Qi refining and even the Tongmai Realm are not so easy to find, he has only been in the field for less than ten days, and it stands to reason that he will not make enemies with monks of this level, so it is better to take this opportunity to see who the stalker is, so as not to be stared at all the time in the future.

Having made up his mind, Wu Ming once again quickened his pace, and walked out of the area shrouded by the main peak in less than a moment.

After leaving the main peak, the homecoming path leads directly to a barren ridge, and there are few pedestrians on the road. When the surroundings were quiet, the footsteps behind Wu Ming became louder and louder, almost undisguised.

Wu Ming didn't wait for the tracker to come up to block the road, but turned around suddenly, looking at the four people behind him with a calm face because he stopped, and also followed the four people who hurriedly stopped.

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