It's a pity that time is like water.

Half a month has passed, and now it is late June.

The city of organs, the back mountain is close to the cliff.

Bai Zhi is dressed in white like snow, dancing swords on the cliff, his posture is fluttering, and he is as chic as a fairy.

Behind him, Shi Meng stood respectfully to one side.

He watched Bai Zhi's sword path with a pair of tiger eyes, with a happy face, as if he had gained.

In the middle of the night, Bai Zhi finished dancing a set of swordsmanship and collected his sword.

He stood on the top of the cliff with a long body of jade, and his clothes and belts were blown by the mountain wind, fluttering like catkins in the wind.

"Lord Bai Zhi, your Mo family's basic swordsmanship has become superb, and it is enough to start learning further Mozi swordsmanship."

Shi Meng stared at Bai Zhi, his face overflowing with reverence. In the past half a month, he has witnessed Bai Zhi's outrageous sword learning qualifications.

Although the basic swordsmanship of the Mohists is known as the basic, it has been refined by the sages of the Mohists for hundreds of years, and it is also a top-grade swordsmanship.

Countless disciples of the Mo family have spent their entire lives, and they have not been able to practice this basic sword technique to the fullest.

And Bai Zhi only took half a month to complete this set of swordsmanship to the point of superbness.

Even, Bai Zhi has integrated his ideas into swordsmanship and began to form his own unique style of swordsmanship.

Shi Meng admired in his heart, it turned out that sword training was such an aesthetic and elegant thing.

Bai Zhi looked at the end of the mountain stream from afar, and chuckled, he looked back at Shi Meng, and said with a smile: "Old Shi, you have worked hard for half a month." ”

There are now signs of midsummer, and the temperature is getting hotter.

Shi Meng has been serving on his side every day for half a month, without complaint, and his already dark face is as black as the bottom of a pot.

Shi Meng smiled innocently and grinned.

As he revered Bai Zhi more and more, the more he dared not say more in front of Bai Zhi.

Although these days have been a bit hard, observing Bai Zhi's sword practice has given him a lot of new insights and gains.

I want to wait for him to sort out his experience again, and he will be able to step into the first-class realm in a few days.

Bai Zhi took a sip of the tea handed by Shi Meng, and said clearly: "This basic swordsmanship has been practiced, so let's start learning Mozi's swordsmanship." Old Shi, let's get started. ”

When Shi Meng heard this, his face suddenly turned correct, and he hummed: "Lord Bai Zhi, Mozi's swordsmanship was created by Mo Zhai, the ancestor of the Mo family, and it is divided into twelve styles.

These twelve sword moves are both offensive and defensive, connected before and after, like water and mist, endless, and they need to be completed in one go. ”

After a pause, Shi Meng began to demonstrate the twelve styles of swordsmanship.

His internal strength is not good, and the first nine styles still have sword moves and luck methods coexist, and he has practiced well.

In the last three styles, there are only sword moves, and there is no luck to match them.

After a set of swordsmanship dances, Shi Meng put away his sword and stood up, he scratched his head, and hummed: "Lord Commander, can you see clearly?" ”

Nodding, Bai Zhi closed his eyes and closed his eyes to recall Shi Meng's sword swing.

The twelve swordsmanship techniques appeared in Bai Zhi's mind one by one, and he began to disassemble and reason one by one.

The sky is full of ink flowers, the blood dances in the sky, and the sea of ink is rushing,

The soul of heaven is upright, the earth is broken, and the blood and ink are surging,

Falling morningfall, frost and cold blade snow, lone dragon stabbing void,

The lonely phoenix is empty, sticking to the rules, and not attacking.

Like a movie screening, the sword moves and luck of these twelve swordsmanship techniques kept recalling in Bai Zhi's mind, becoming clearer and clearer.

After a while, Bai Zhi opened his eyes, his eyes were slightly clear, like electricity in the void.

The perfection of this set of swordsmanship is better than Bai Zhi's imagination.

As a nameless brother-in-law, he originally thought that the nameless swordsmanship was already the pinnacle of the world, but Mozi's swordsmanship still refreshed his cognition.

The attack is like the churning of the sea of ink, the huge waves are monstrous, the sword qi is boundless, and the killing is invisible.

Guarding like a city wall shield armor, tightly seamless, all around the body into the field of ink.

Bai Zhi had never seen the six-fingered black man attack with all his might, but whether it was Yan Dan or Shi Meng, they only had the skin of this swordsmanship, and they were far from being able to exert the true power of Mozi's swordsmanship.

With a slight groan, Bai Zhishui was cold out of the sheath, and slowly performed the first form of Mozi's swordsmanship - the ink flowers were all over the sky.

This style is a starting style, and it is also a way to accumulate energy.

As the blade of the sword was unsheathed, countless ice-blue air currents gradually diffused in the air, condensing into ice flowers.

Bai Zhi's long sword stabbed out, and the ice flower passed away in an instant, rushing towards a dead wood on the side of the cliff.

Ice flowers flew, and dead wood had been cut into pieces in a matter of moments.

Bai Zhi put away his sword and stood, looking at the dead trees on the ground. The dead tree was broken into dozens of pieces, each of which was cut flat and neatly aligned.

Bai Zhi lowered his head slightly, and smiled with satisfaction on his face. This sword is not very powerful, but as a starting hand, the lethality is already very good.

Then, he began to experiment with the sword moves next to him one by one, feeling the changes in his qi and power.

Behind him, Shi Meng was already sluggish.

"With the same swordsmanship, why is Lord Bai Zhi so powerful than me when he uses it?"

He muttered to himself, and his heart became more and more reverent for Bai Zhi.

At dusk, Bai Zhi returned the sword to the sheath. He has mastered all the twelve swordsmanship, and the rest is only waiting for the day logistics and practice, and go further.

Bai Zhi stretched his waist, rubbed his slightly sore shoulder, and smiled on his face.

Today is full of harvest and he is very happy.

Glancing at Shi Meng, who was still standing with his sword in his arms, Bai Zhiwen said in a warm voice: "Old Shi, let's stop here today." ”

With that, he walked slowly down the mountain.

Behind him, Shi Meng nodded, and followed Bai Zhi step by step.

The sun is shining late, and the afterglow is especially hot.

Bai Zhi walked on the dark path in the forest, and asked Shi Meng behind him, "Old Shi, you said you have many friends in the Mo family?" ”

Shi Meng nodded, and he hummed, "Lord Bai Zhi needs manpower?" Nowadays, the disciples of the Mo family worship you a lot, as long as the news is released, there will definitely be many disciples who are willing to follow you. ”

Bai Zhi shook his head, he paused slightly, and said slowly: "Not really, I wanted to ask you, do you know if there are any masters in the younger generation who are proficient in mechanical arts." ”

"The younger generation ......", Shi Meng frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "The most powerful of the Mo family's machine skills is Master Ban, and there is also Master Juzi. The younger generation is good at mechanics, but I don't know much about them. My lord, I'll go back and help you inquire. ”

There are about a thousand disciples in the Organ City, and Shi Meng can't be familiar with everyone.

Bai Zhi nodded and said, "This matter is not urgent, you can inquire slowly." ”

Master Ban is very good, but he is a giant man, it is impossible to take refuge in himself, and Bai Zhi needs a subordinate who is loyal to him.

But it was indeed difficult to find a young disciple who was good at the Organ Technique in Organ City.

The study of mechanical skills requires talent, but also the accumulation of time, and the young generation rarely has a truly powerful master.

Bai Zhi asked Shi Meng to inquire, and the left and right were just one idle move.

If you have it, it's better, if you don't, you can only wait to kill Yan Dan in the future and become a giant. At that time, Master Ban will be in his pocket.

…………

Bai Zhi separated from Shi Meng at the entrance of the organ city, and walked slowly towards his small courtyard.

Halfway through,

But he met Mrs. Xu, a swordsmith unexpectedly.

"Senpai,"

Bai Zhi smiled and took the initiative to say hello, he saw Mrs. Xu wearing a cloak, walking in a hurry, and asked, "Where are you going?" ”

Mrs. Xu caught a glimpse of Bai Zhi, her eyes lit up, he hurried a few steps, grabbed Bai Zhi's sleeve and left.

He said in a hurried tone: "I have obtained a good piece of meteoric iron, and I want to build another famous sword. It's a pity that this piece of iron and stone is extremely hard, and ordinary wrestlers can't beat it, so I came to ask you for help. ”

Bai Zhi suddenly realized that this old man saw Bai Zhi's strength the day before yesterday and came to him as a tool.

However, he was also very curious about the miraculous meteorite that was rumored to be in Mrs. Xu's mouth, so he followed Mrs. Xu all the way to the Jianlu.

Speeding all the way, passing through the sword washing pools on both sides, Mrs. Xu pulled Bai Zhi and ran to the sword casting furnace.

At this moment, the temperature of the furnace was already extremely high, and the meteorite iron that was one foot square was also burned red, but a few disciples with sledgehammers around the furnace were all tired, and there was nothing they could do about it.

Seeing Mrs. Xu and Bai Zhi coming, several people clasped their fists and saluted, saying, "Lord Commander, we have done our best, but unfortunately this piece of iron and stone is still not moving. ”

Mrs. Xu exhaled, looked at Bai Zhi, and said, "Boy, the old man is up to you today, help me smash this meteoric iron, so that I can smelt it." ”

Bai Zhi nodded, and he said strangely: "Senior, this meteorite evil qi is so heavy, are you planning to forge a long sword?" ”

Mrs. Xu's face was calm, he looked at the meteorite by the hearth, and said in a condensed voice: "The long sword uses too many materials, and the evil qi is too heavy, and it may be a blessing rather than a curse to condense on the sword body." I'm going to use just a small piece of it and cast a short dagger. ”

Bai Zhi's expression moved, the figure of a sword flashed in his eyes, and he blurted out, "I wonder what the predecessor plans to give this short dagger a name?" ”

Bai Zhi thought for a moment and remembered the dragon-slaying sword, Remnant Red.

This piece of meteorite is so heavy that Mrs. Xu plans to cast a dagger again, which is not wrong.

Mrs. Xu glanced at Bai Zhi strangely and said, "Silly boy, this meteorite is still hard, how can the old man know what to name?" The name of this sword is determined according to the appearance and attributes of the sword after it is baked. ”

Ah this,

Bai Zhi smiled crampedly, and then said, "Senior, then leave it to me." ”

After saying that, he took the hammer from the hand of one of his disciples, rounded his arm, and smashed it down.

The piece of meteoric iron, which several disciples were helpless for, trembled and cracked.

Bai Zhi continued to wave his arm, and more than a dozen hammers fell, and the meteorite was smashed into pieces and shattered into small pieces.

The disciple behind him was shocked, and Mrs. Xu also brushed her long beard and sighed in amazement, and said: "Your kid's brute strength is really a hundred years old, I am afraid that it can be compared with the ancient Emperor Xin, the king of the Nine Ox." ”

Bai Zhi smiled warmly and said modestly: "The predecessors praised it falsely, I just have a brute force." ”

Mrs. Xu looked at the shattered meteoric iron, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "You have done the old man a great favor today, and my old man owes you a favor." If there is anything you need the old man's help with, just ask. ”

Bai Zhi was stunned, and suddenly a figure flashed in his mind.

He looked at Mrs. Xu, smiled shyly, and said clearly: "Senior, there really is." ”