"What's missing?"

Ling Jing opened his eyes and scanned the eight stone tablets into his eyes one by one, this "wordless sword tablet" was made of unknown materials, the whole body was dark, simple and heavy, and it didn't look like an ordinary mountain rock.

He slowly walked to a stone tablet behind him, stretched out his hand, pinched a protruding edge, and clenched his luck.

"What a hard stone! With my current strength, I can't even pinch a single stone chip. ”

Ling Jing was secretly surprised in his heart, he now has more than six hundred points just for the root bone genus, plus his own internal strength, the strength of a casual grip is also more than a thousand catties, if it is an ordinary stone, I am afraid that it will be crushed a long time ago, but this "wordless sword tablet" is not even a little damaged.

After a pause, he raised his eyes and looked at the eight criss-crossing sword marks on the stone tablet, the deepest part of the sword marks, almost two inches, it was really a little unimaginable, what was the extent of the martial arts of the Divine Sword Hou back then, and it could leave such deep traces on this indestructible strange stone.

"System, did you find anything odd?"

At this moment, Mu Jianfeng had said that the time for comprehending the relics of the Divine Sword was only limited to today, but until this moment, Ling Jing still hadn't found out what was missing, so he couldn't help but ask the system.

The system has already perfectly scanned the eight "wordless sword tablets" into the database, and has been analyzing the mysteries.

"A total of 3,794 stitches have been completed for the figure of the eight-sided stone tablet, ask the host if you want to inquire about the pattern?"

"How did you combine so many times?" Ling Jing frowned, he just asked the system to try to stitch together the shape of the stone stele, but he didn't want to get more than three thousand different results in the end.

He pondered for a moment, for the sixty-four swordsmanship on the stele, he had almost deduced, the most difficult thing now was that he couldn't combine the swordsmanship into a set, and judging from the current situation, the only clue was the eight-sided stele itself.

"Let's get started."

The blue sè light in Ling Jing's eyes flickered rapidly, and three-dimensional patterns appeared in his eyes, all the eight stone tablets were replaced by blue sè's net-like hollow objects, constantly changing directions, combining together, sometimes even completely reversed, combining the bottom with the top of several other stone tablets.

"This one is not right, it is completely different."

"Not right"

"It's not of little value to this pair."

More than a thousand patterns in a row continued to be spliced and flashed in his eyes, and nearly half an hour passed before and after, even with his current vigor, he couldn't help but feel a little tired at this time.

"What a headache." Ling Jing let the system pause for a while, rubbed his eyebrows, and saw that the rest of Tang Hao, Xu Jun and the others were also looking at one or several stone tablets and contemplating their brows, and they didn't move much, which was just enough to hide their strange performance.

He secretly walked for a small week, dispelled his fatigue a little, and said to the system: "Go on now." ”

The eight hollow stone tablets in the eyes constantly change positions, or roll, or stand upside down, and are spliced together in various postures, so that I can see three or four hundred mosaic drawings.

Suddenly, a glint flashed in Ling Jing's eyes, and a hint of excitement appeared on his face

"Stop! system, enlarge the stitching pattern this time. ”

The system gradually enlarged the eight hollow steles, and saw that the steles that were originally in the Kun position were placed in the Gen position, and they were placed horizontally, and the remaining seven steles were also placed in a variety of ways, which was completely different from the physical location outside.

"I see, this Mu Jianfeng placed eight "wordless sword tablets" according to the direction of Fuxi's gossip, but in fact, the direction was outrageously wrong, and the eight directions occupied by the sixty-four road swordsmanship were clearly wrong. ”

Ling Jing said secretly in his heart, and carefully looked at the eight-sided stone tablet in his eyes as a whole.

"Is this a man's sword?"

The eight-sided stele is spliced together, and the stele of the Gen position faintly becomes a sharp sword pointing obliquely to the northwest, and the seven-sided stele gathers into a human figure with slightly bent legs and a sword in his left hand pointing obliquely to the sky.

"Is this a move? But what does this move have to do with the Sixty-Four Way Sword Technique? ”

Ling Jing frowned secretly, this patchwork was the most reasonable pattern he had seen so far, the humanoid with two hands and feet, shoulders, legs and knees, all secretly coincided with the direction of Fuxi's gossip, it seemed that as long as he shot in this posture, then no matter which sword move could fully exert his power.

He secretly wrote down this figure in his heart, and kept in mind the corrected sixty-four sword technique directions, thinking: "The Dugu Nine Swords has a general formula, and the whole article is the leader, if there is no general formula, then the other eight swords will be like rootless duckweed, and they will not be able to exert their due power at all." So, could it be that this sword posture is used to lead the sixty-four swordsmanship? ”

Thinking of this, he suddenly closed his eyes, and the system also took back all the images in his eyes at this time, and no longer continued to display the subsequent stitching patterns.

"Gen Position Eight Way Sword Technique!"

Ling Jing's mind turned, and a small figure suddenly appeared in his mind, holding a long sword in his hand, pointing diagonally to the sky, and his posture was exactly the same as the figure composed of the previous stone tablet.

"Brush, brush!"

The figure shook suddenly, and the long sword stabbed out continuously, using eight sword techniques, and the sword light all circled on the Gen position, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the silver light was huo.

"That's right, this is the real Gen Rank Eight Ways Sword Technique!"

Ling Jing was deducing the sword technique in his mind at this time, and he no longer had the same stagnation as before, and when the eighth way sword technique was used, the long sword in his hand was simply like it was about to flutter its wings and fly away, and that sword momentum was definitely much more powerful than any move he had ever learned.

"Dry Eight Roads!"

After Ling Jing broke through the sword technique all the way, he was even more powerful, and after having the starting style of the whole article of the commander of that move, all the sword moves were unspeakably smooth.

"Qiankun Kanli Zhen Gen Xun Dui!"

The figure in Ling Jing's mind finally finished practicing all the sixty-four sword techniques, and the sixty-four moves were used like flowing water, and at this moment, only listening to the sound of "brushing", the long sword actually flew out of his hand, hovering around him, forming a gorgeous sword shadow, and in the midst of the brilliance, it was murderous.

"Could this be the real Divine Sword Candidate?"

Ling Jing suddenly opened his eyes, recalling the last change, and his heart was really indescribably shocked.

His heart suddenly "bumped" twice rapidly, and when his eyes turned, he saw that everyone else was still observing the stone tablet, and even Mu Jianfeng was still standing in front of the Kun Position Stone Tablet at the moment, his brows were tightly locked, and his face was full of sadness.

Ling Jing walked up to Mu Jianfeng silently and said with a smile: "Little Hou Ye, I have always had a doubt in my heart, and I don't know whether to talk about it or not. ”

Mu Jianfeng finally came back to his senses when he heard this, glanced at Ling Jing, and said with a smile: "It turned out to be Ling Gongzi." He was deeply impressed by this master who shook seven bronze bells with one sword, and immediately nodded and said, "Childe, it's okay to say it." ”

Ling Jing said: "Little Marquis, please forgive me for saying bluntly, the things left on this stone tablet are indeed sword moves, but these sword moves are not enough to connect them into a complete set of sword techniques, if you forcibly cultivate, most of them will die of broken meridians." So"

He didn't finish the rest of the words, but his eyes flashed, he looked at Mu Jianfeng, and said tentatively.

Mu Jianfeng smiled bitterly and said: "Ling Gongzi's eyesight is really good, in fact, these sixty-four sword techniques have already been deduced by our Mu family ancestors, and the elders of the clan are also convinced that this is the jīng wonderful sword technique of the ancestors in Kyoto, but it is precisely because of this that my Mu family has suffered a lot of casualties, and then it is not as good as the generation." ”

The tone was embarrassing, obviously there were many people among the ancestors of the Mu family who died because of their strong practice of this swordsmanship.

Ling Jing felt that this Mu Jianfeng didn't look like he was lying, and thought to himself, it seemed that the Mu family had not yet comprehended the ultimate secret on the stone tablet.

However, he didn't want to tell the secret himself, so he nodded and stepped aside.

Time passed slowly, and finally, the last trace of the sunset gradually faded from the mountains, but until this moment, no one present had comprehended the swordsmanship on the stone tablet.

"Brother Ling, how about a drink together later?" It was getting late, and the traces on the stone tablet looked a little blurry, but Mu Jianfeng didn't mean to let people come over and light the torches at the moment, obviously because he didn't want people to continue to observe the relics of the Divine Sword Hou.

When Ling Jing saw that it was Tang Hao, he immediately smiled and said, "Since it is Brother Tang's invitation, how dare you disobey it." ”

The two laughed, but at this time, they heard Mu Jianfeng sigh, turned his head to look at everyone, and said slowly: "Everyone, a rì time has passed, and now it doesn't matter if you have realized anything or not, but now the time for observation is over." After that, I will hold a banquet in the village, and I hope that all of you will stay and have a drink together. ”

Everyone reluctantly looked at the eight-sided stone tablet, but the two of them stopped looking at the stone tablet at this time.

One of them is Xu Jun, the son of Xu University, who is a good hand at making iron pens, and his expression is indifferent at the moment, not sad or happy, obviously he is very good at cultivating qi.

But the other one looked very strange, a young man in his twenties, extremely emaciated, with a scorched face and a stiff expression, which did not look like a living human face.

"Why does this person look familiar?" Ling Jing looked at the young man with a scorched yellow face, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and he always felt that this person seemed to have seen it somewhere.

"Brother Tang, do you know who that emaciated yellow-faced young man is?" He secretly said to Tang Hao.

Tang Hao glanced at the man, frowned, and said, "It's a fresh face, I haven't seen it." Could it be that Brother Ling has something to do with this person? ”

Ling Jing shook his head and smiled, but did not speak again.