After going back to take a bath, Han Mu led Bai Ze's descendants to Old Chen's residence.

Under the guidance of Da Bai, Han Mu met Chen Lao in a remote but quiet courtyard.

"Coming? Sit. ”

Chen Xingyuan was leisurely watering the flowers, and when he heard the movement at the gate of the yard, he said without looking back.

"Okay, thank you Elder Chen."

Han Mu thanked politely, walked in and sat down on the wooden bench.

He knew that Chen Lao seemed to have gone to deal with something outside the base in the past two days, otherwise he would have called him over that day.

The licking dog Dabai had already slipped to Chen Xingyuan's side early, rubbing his body affectionately with his head.

Chen Xingyuan touched Da Bai's head with a smile, and didn't say anything polite, and got straight to the point:

"Do you know why I called you over?"

With that, he straightened up, put down the shower, and turned to walk.

"This ...... The younger generation dares to guess, Old Chen, are you going to teach me knife techniques? ”

Han Mu blinked his eyes and spoke expectantly.

He said so, and he came directly to cut first and then play, and he didn't believe that Chen Lao didn't teach him!

"Hehe, you're welcome."

Chen Xingyuan heard Han Mu's careful thoughts, but he just smiled and didn't care about anything.

He leaned over to the recliner and lay down, put one hand on the big white head, greeted the cool breeze, and nodded slowly:

"Indeed, you can help Da Bai get back his bloodline, old man, I should always do something for you."

"I just have this little bit of knife technique left, and I just heard that you use a knife, so I decided to teach you."

Chen Xingyuan said very frankly.

Hearing this, Han Mu hurriedly sat upright, gave full play to his traditional artistic abilities, and said solemnly:

"Old Chen, I don't ask for anything in return for healing everyone, including Dabai. There's no need for you to teach me the sword technique just for this, the younger generation deserves it! ”

"Hehe......"

Old Chen glanced at him with a smile, and his voice was soft:

"So what do you mean... Don't you need me to teach you? ”

"Ah......h

Han Mu was stunned for a moment, isn't it, Old Chen, why do you think so?

He hurriedly scratched his head and pretended to be a little embarrassed to speak:

"Of course not, the junior heard that your sword skills are superb, and you can take the head of the enemy general among the ten thousand armies, and I still want to learn from you!"

"Well, there's no need to say more about bragging, just learn if you want to."

Chen Xingyuan waved his hand, interrupted Han Mu's spell casting, and said:

"However, I don't want to teach you sword techniques, teaching them is for use between master and apprentice."

"Even if you have extraordinary cultivation talent, you have the potential above the ninth-level martial artist. But if the way of the sword is not in line with me, I will still not take you as an apprentice. ”

"Now, it's just pointing you at the point."

After speaking, he took a sip of tea that was a little cold.

"Juniors understand." Han Mu said solemnly.

Although he was very sorry to hear Chen Xingyuan say this, he also understood that if the sword path was different, it was indeed not suitable to accept apprentices.

"Well, let's demonstrate your knife skills first." Chen Xingyuan said lightly.

With his eyesight, as long as Han Mu demonstrated it, he would be able to discover many loopholes in Han Mu's knife technique, so as to give him guidance.

"Okay."

Han Mudang got up, moved a few steps to the right, came to a relatively open place in the courtyard, and stood upright.

"I happened to learn the primary knife drawing technique, just so that Chen Lao could see what level it was."

Han Mu was able to get his hands on this primary knife drawing technique, so he sank into the dantian, holding his breath and concentrating on the exercises according to the context of the primary knife drawing technique.

As he gradually entered the state, his upright posture changed under the caress of the cool breeze.

Squatting down slightly, taking a step back with his right leg, holding the scabbard in his left hand and holding the handle with his right hand, he was in a posture of drawing the knife.

Under the cold starlight, there seemed to be invisible spiritual power fluctuations around Han Mu's body, making a detour of the evening breeze of Xi Xi.

"Oh?"

Chen Xingyuan's body lying leisurely on the recliner lifted slightly, his eyes slightly condensed, watching Han Mu's every move.

Han Mu's performance looked unusual, a bit unexpected.

"Drink!"

A moment later, Han Mu snorted lightly, instilling all the energy brewing in his body into his right hand, and then instantly passed it into the alloy knife.

"Boom!"

With a crisp sound, the knife was pulled out by Han Mu like lightning, and it quickly slashed towards an angle.

The moment the knife was pulled out, the energy filled with the knife was like a flood breaking through the embankment, and it poured out in an instant, surging with energy.

This energy formed an arc of sword qi, and after the knife was drawn, it swung along the blade, cutting through the air and slashing straight forward.

"Smack!"

The sword qi slashed at a rockery three meters in front of Han Mu, and in an instant, the rockery made of solid rocks was cut off a little.

A white mark was clearly visible, and a lot of rubble shot out, and some of them turned into powder and fluttered in the wind.

This is the power of Han Mu's sword drawing technique in his best state.

Seeing this scene, Chen Xingyuan's face was indifferent, replaced by a lot of solemnity.

He got up from the recliner and walked to Han Mu, his voice slightly deep:

"Where did you learn this sword? Do you already have a Master? ”

Chen Xingyuan stared at Han Mu.

"No, it's all my own feelings." Han Mu opened his mouth and came.

The primary knife drawing technique given by the system is not easy to explain, so he simply said that he understood it himself.

"Realized by yourself? You didn't lie to me? ”

Chen Xingyuan was a little unconvinced, his eyes were full of scrutiny, as if he wanted to see through Han Mu.

"It's true! Old Chen, before I woke up, I was a person who couldn't even pass the junior college exam, who would teach me knife skills? After I woke up, no one taught me, they only knew that I was very healing. ”

Han Mu explained calmly, his voice was calm.

However, although he was calm, the joy in Han Mu's heart was difficult to control.

He felt as if Old Chen was shocked by his primary sword drawing technique, didn't this mean that his level of sword drawing technique was very high?

Seeing that Han Mu was not timid at all, not like he was lying, Chen Xingyuan didn't ask again, but his eyes lowered and he was silent for a few seconds.

Then when he looked at Han Mu again, his eyebrows were full of wrinkles and there was a smile in his eyes, and he affirmed:

"In this way, you are also very talented in the path of the sword!"

"Really? I thought I was just a little special, huh? ”

Han Mu blinked, looking innocent and happy.

"Hmm."

Chen Xingyuan nodded firmly, then turned around and walked leisurely towards the recliner, with a smile in his voice:

"And, your knife ...... It's very similar to my knife technique. ”

"Huh? That...... Doesn't that mean, 'You can take me as a disciple?' ”

Han Mu was surprised, and opened his mouth cheekily.

If there is an eighth-level martial artist as a master, then his backer will be even better.

Moreover, this old man Chen is not subordinate to the military, he can be regarded as a lonely person, and he will not have any restraints on him.

It was just perfect!