After Yang Mo entered the origin of the Lin family's old house, he used his long sword to open the latch of the door of the big house, and when he walked in, he found that the furniture in the big house was neat and the ground was clean.

He searched in the house for a while, and finally came to a Buddhist hall, recalled the plot of the novel, and saw a portrait of Bodhidharma hanging on the wall of the Buddhist hall.

He looked in the direction of Bodhidharma's finger and found that between the beams and the roof tiles, there was a little red exposed, he jumped up and grabbed the beams with one hand, and withdrew the red with the other hand, which was an old robe.

Tearing off the robe, he saw that the robe was densely written with words, which was the sword spectrum written by the monk Duyuan.

Looking at the first two sentences of this sword spectrum, if you really want to practice this skill, you must first go from the palace eight words.

I don't know why, after he saw these words, he always felt a chill in his lower body, and he couldn't help but shudder, and couldn't help but admire those who cultivated this sword spectrum, all of them were real men with courage.

He was really curious about this book that led to most of the story, and after opening it, he carefully flipped through it.

However, he looked at it, of course he wouldn't practice, but he could comprehend this sword book to improve his strength.

With the improvement of his strength, the power of the martial arts he learned in the Quanzhen Sect was gradually insufficient, but because of the true meaning of the sword that he vaguely felt in the Water Margin world, he could not be too casual in learning martial arts.

If there was a conflict between the characteristics of the martial arts he had learned and this sword intent, not only would his strength not improve, but would destroy his current realm cultivation.

Therefore, although he would not be able to cultivate this sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, it would not prevent him from absorbing the subtleties in the sword spectrum and using it to feed his own cultivation.

Hiding in this neighbor's old house, he didn't know how long he looked at it, and finally read the sword book.

Yang Mo found that although the sword moves of this evil sword technique were not very clever, they could be combined with the movement route from the palace, but they could make the moves very weird, and the originally somewhat chaotic sword moves immediately became smooth.

And according to his calculations, this method of movement from the palace can also greatly increase the speed of the user's moves, causing the ghost to unpredictable sword effect.

It's just that these two points need to be based on the premise of the self-palace, and if he wants to understand the role of it, he can't figure it out for a while, so he can only wait for the future to slowly understand.

Thinking of this, Yang Mo wanted to take the robe away, but he didn't do it after a turn of thought, but took out a ballpoint pen from his body and copied the entire sword book.

After transcribing, he jumped on the beam of the house and put the robe back, and then quietly left the Lin family's old house.

After leaving, I had already heard people on the street talking about the fact that the Lin family seemed to have caused trouble, and the eight achievements were that Yu Canghai began to do it.

He didn't want to care about it, and he couldn't care about it, and he had to hope that this dwarf wouldn't pay attention to him.

After inquiring about how to go to Hunan in the city, Yang Mo rode out of the gate of Fuzhou Mansion on horseback, walked towards the official road to the west, and traveled all the way to Hunan, ready to see the plot of Liu Zhengfeng washing his hands.

After leaving Fuzhou Mansion, Yang Mo walked all the way to the northwest, stopping and stopping along the official road, enjoying the natural scenery along the way that had not been destroyed by human industry, and also appreciating the customs of this era.

In the first two worlds, he either practiced martial arts on Zhongnan Mountain, or fought and killed everywhere, and then was seriously injured and retreated, and did not properly appreciate the cultural scenery of this ancient time.

He went all the way over the mountains and mountains, trekked through mountains and rivers, while experiencing the red dust and the entanglement of people's hearts, and on the other hand, he looked at the various states of the world in ancient times, with ups and downs.

When you arrive in that deserted land, you simply rest in the wilderness, eat and sleep in the open air, take heaven and earth as your home, and live as you like.

In nature, he watched the growth of all things, the survival of the fittest, life and death, felt the rules of heaven and earth, and was silent in the nature of Taoism, and his state of mind cultivation unconsciously took another step forward.

This enlightenment made the Qingning Mental Method, which had regressed due to injury, unconsciously return to the fifth realm, and his strength recovered a lot.

And the damage to the meridians in his body gradually began to heal, and he was not far from completely recovering his strength.

And the most important thing is that under the practice of swordsmanship all day long, the vague true meaning of the sword path in the dark has become clearer and clearer.

With the help of this sword intent, he learned a lot of experience from the sword spectrum to ward off evil spirits, and made a lot of improvements to the Quanzhen sword technique.

Now that his true swordsmanship has been used, it has added a bit of agility to the original lightness and ingenuity, and the temperament of the swordsmanship has become closer and closer to his sword intent.

But because of this practice, when he rushed from Fuzhou to the outside of Nanchang City, he was delayed for twice as long as normal walking.

Originally, he was going to go directly to Hubei on this trip, but who would have thought that after he entered Jiangxi, he found that his horse was already a little tired, so he was ready to buy two horses again to change horses.

As a result, I learned that if I wanted to buy better horses, I needed to go to Nanchang in the province, so I could only detour to Nanchang.

Looking at the outline of Nanchang City in the distance, he pulled the reins in his hand, and sat on his horse steadily towards Nanchang City.

After this journey, his clumsy equestrianism has become more proficient, and it is not as funny as before.

Nanchang is the seat of Jiangxi Province, the commander-in-chief of Jiangxi military and civil affairs governor Yamen, the governor of Yamen is located in the city.

In addition to these two yamen, there are also the three divisions of the Cheng Xuan Political Envoy Division, the Judicial Division, and the Command Envoy Division, so there are many dignitaries and nobles in the city, and naturally the economy of Nanchang City has prospered.

At the south gate of Nanchang City, the flow of people is surging, coming and going endlessly, several officers and soldiers guarding the city have serious expressions, a pair of eyes are staring at the pedestrians, and from time to time call over a few spot checks, and the atmosphere looks a little wrong.

In the middle of the road, a tall guard had just let go of a vegetable vendor, and when he saw a jujube red horse walking in front of him, he was about to come forward to inquire, but he saw a young and handsome Taoist priest sitting on the horse.

This young Taoist priest was wearing a black robe, with a yellow gourd hanging from his waist, and a long sword hanging from his saddle.

This guard has been in Nanchang for a long time, and he can be regarded as having some knowledge, and he knows that this young Taoist priest is from the rivers and lakes, but it is the first time he has seen such a temperamental person from the rivers and lakes.

Thinking of the tragedy that had just happened in the city, the guards did not dare to interrogate again.

Although the guards did not interrogate, they still reminded him: "This Taoist chief, horses are not allowed in the city, so in order to avoid trouble, it is better for you to dismount and walk." ”

This Taoist priest was not someone else, it was Yang Mo, he heard the reminder of the defender in front of him, and while turning over from his horse, he quietly stuffed the guard with pieces of silver.

"Thank you Brother Bing for reminding me, Poor Dao still wants to please, where is the horse market in Nanchang City?"

After receiving Yang Mo's silver, the guard suddenly rejoiced in his heart, not only did the taboo in his heart dissipate, but his attitude became better.

"If you want to buy a horse, you can't buy it in this city, the city is full of rich officials, how can you put the stinky horse market in, after you enter the city, go out from the north gate, and you can see where the horse market is located if you walk less than two miles."

"Thank you, Brother Bing." Yang Mo thanked him and led his horse to leave.

It was also the first time that the guards saw a Jianghu man who treated people so politely, so he hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Don't thank you, don't thank you." ”

He saw that Yang Mo was leaving, but he said one more sentence: "Dao Chief, there has been a big case in the city recently, you should pay more attention." ”