"What did the master who cultivated kendo look like before his death?What is your true identity??, don't you have a name?" asked Wuqi suspiciously.

The old man folded his hands, and after making a gesture, he replied respectfully: "Tell the master." My identity has been previously communicated to the owner. It's just a memory, and as for the name, I haven't had it. ”

"No name?" Wuqi glanced at the old man with some disbelief, and pouted: "You fool me into being a child again? If you don't have a name, then how can your previous master call you?"

"Don't dare to deceive the master. My former master never called me to show up, and never spoke to me. but commanded me with my mind to do what he wanted. The old man bent down again, his eyes clear, and there was no sign of a lie.

Seeing that the old man answered himself without thinking, and there was no pause in his tone, Wuqi nodded in disbelief, and said secretly in his heart: It seems that this old man did not lie to me. He is indeed a memory. But the former owner of this nameless scroll was really arrogant and unreasonable. It's just a memory, but you can't even give each other a name. What is the difference between driving slaves with their minds every time to make the other person do what he wants? Master said that you should be kind in everything you do, and you should be humane in everything, but I can't do that.

Wuqi's heart moved, and he said lightly: "Since you don't even have a name, it will be too inconvenient for me to look for you again in the future." Well, I'll get one for you. ”

When the white-haired old man heard this, his face suddenly became happy, and he looked at Wuqi gratefully and smiled: "Thank you master for the name." I hope the master will give him a good name!"

"Yes!" Wuqi nodded in satisfaction. The reason why he was satisfied now was simply because he believed that the old man was right. If this old man had shown such a friendly and respectful attitude towards him before he didn't know the strength of the other party and the identity of the other party at the beginning, he would not be very happy, but would have been vigilant. The closer the old man got to him, the more vigilant he became, after all, Wu Wei had just experienced a sneak attack by a demonic beast not long ago. If it weren't for his good fortune and good luck, he would have been able to turn the danger into a disaster in the most critical situation, and now I don't know how many times Lu Dao has died, how can he still have time to chat with this old man.

But now it's different, since Wuqi believes what the old man said, his attitude towards the old man is no longer resistant, and he enjoys it very much, and he even likes this feeling of superiority and respect. He groaned in his heart again: looking at the way this memory is embodied, his previous master should be very far from our time. What should I give him a good name? No, this name is too awkward. It's too old-fashioned. Or should you call him an immortal?

A full 5 minutes passed, and Wuqi still didn't speak. In these 5 minutes, Wuqi's eyes changed rapidly, his head moved back and forth without stopping for a moment, he would look to the left, then to the right, to look up and meditate, to bow his head and sigh, to smile and nod his head, and to shake his head again and again with dissatisfaction.

"Master, if it's too hard to get it, don't do it. Please don't worry too much about me. After another 5 minutes, the old man's face was still cloudy and uncertain, and he seemed to be very embarrassed, and finally couldn't bear to speak.

"Ah!?" But when he opened his mouth, he directly pulled Wuqi back to reality from the feeling of self-intoxication, Wuqi's face was stunned for a moment, and after he carefully recalled what the old man had just said, he said embarrassedly: "It's really a little difficult." I don't have a lot of knowledge, and I think of a lot of names that don't match yours. Since I want to give you a name, I can't just take it randomly. It always needs to be nice and have the right name. Are you right?"

"Yes!" the white-haired old man nodded slightly, and said respectfully, "Master's words make sense. But just now I saw that the master had made his mind swollen in order to name me, so I don't think I'd better take this name. And like my former master, he called me with his mind and commanded me to do it. Don't bother so much anymore. ”

"Shut up!" Listening to the white-haired old man's words, Wuqi's little face suddenly turned red, he glared at the other party angrily, and said a little angrily: "I said that I would name you, and I would name you." Although I am not very old, my master taught me to be kind and humane. Although you are not human, you are alive in front of me, and I have already regarded you as my kind. I'm definitely going to give you a good name. Don't talk about rejection anymore. ”,

"Yes. ”

"That's right. Seeing that the white-haired old man was respectful to himself and didn't dare to say anything more, Wuqi nodded with satisfaction, his expression eased, and he asked in a flat voice: "That's right." You say you're a memory, so can you tell me what type of memory you are, and what do you remember?"

The white-haired old man was very frightened by Wuqi's previous lesson, and he didn't dare to say anything more, he continued to maintain a posture of bowing his head and clasping his hands. Wuqi glanced at him impatiently, and said faintly: "Why don't you say it again." If you say it, you can say it, what are you afraid of. I'm not a tiger, and I'm not going to eat you. ”

As soon as Wuqi's words came out, the white-haired old man raised his head resignedly, and said slowly: "Tell the master, I am the memory body of the god of kendo cultivation. ”

"Kendo?'s Divine Memory?" Wuqi looked at the white-haired old man with some confusion, and asked in a low voice, "What is this Kendo?Is it related to swordsmanship?And what is your Divine Memory?"

When the white-haired old man heard this, his face suddenly became happy, and his eyes actually revealed a strong look of pride, he slowly straightened his waist and said proudly: "Tell the master." This way of the sword is to enter the way with the sword. That is to say, through continuous cultivation of swordsmanship, let swordsmanship continue to improve, and reach the realm of transcending mortals, in order to comprehend the way of heaven, and finally achieve a cultivation path of becoming an immortal and turning into a god. ”

Wu Qi nodded slightly as if he had realized something, and the white-haired old man continued: "As for this god's memory, it is actually a memory. It's just that this kind of memory is all the memories of a mortal in terms of cultivation after he has cultivated from a human to a god. It includes the perception of heaven and earth, the enlightenment of heaven, the methods of refinement of various skills, and the methods of how to break through the bottleneck and enter the next realm. ”

"So you're the sum of all the methods in terms of swordsmanship cultivation?" asked Wu Qi subconsciously.

"Exactly. ”

"Then why are you calling it not a sword memory body, but a god memory body?"

"Tell the master. It's too cumbersome to explain. I can give you an example. ”

"Good. You said. Wuqi nodded and said softly,

"If the master wants to practice swordsmanship, then I only need to cultivate step by step according to the memory of the god in my body, and finally I can definitely reach the realm of becoming a god. ”

"God?" Wuqi looked at the white-haired old man with some puzzlement, and asked with a strange expression, "Is God as powerful as the peak powerhouse of the Holy Domain?"

"Ha Lu Ha!" The white-haired old man has always had a respectful attitude towards Wuqi since he appeared in the sword path, but as soon as Wuqi's words came out just now, the respectful color on the white-haired old man's face suddenly dissipated, and a big dimple suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he actually let out a hearty laugh, although this laughter was strong, but there was no hint of ridicule. Wuqi just felt that his face was slightly red, and he said embarrassedly, "What's the matter, could it be that the gods are even more powerful than the powerhouses of the Holy Domain?"

"Yes. And it's not just that it's powerful that can explain it. It's completely higher than a realm. When the white-haired old man heard Wuqi's question, he immediately stopped laughing and replied respectfully again.

"That'...... How much strength is higher than a realm?" Wu Qi asked with some disbelief, he had never seen this peak powerhouse of the Holy Domain, but he had personally experienced the strength of a master-level peak powerhouse. Sakai's special move, Yan Long, he was just affected by the heat wave of his special move and almost took his own life. The strength of the Sword Saint Abel, the peak powerhouse of the Holy Domain, was even more terrifying, and from the way Sa Kai was so respectful to Abel, it was no wonder that the strength of this Sword Saint was estimated to be killed by him immediately as long as he moved his fingers. The strength of Abel, the peak powerhouse of the Holy Domain, can be seen, and it is really impossible to imagine what the strength of the sword saint Abel is even higher than what it looks like, so he is very unconvinced, and even thinks that the old man in front of him thinks that he is easy to talk to, and after chatting with himself for a few words, he begins to fool himself.

That's why he deliberately asked this, in fact, just to see if the old man was joking. As long as he was talking nonsense just now, then after listening to his question, his face would immediately show a thoughtful look, and even a trace of panic. But after listening to Wuqi's question, the white-haired old man's face did not change at all, but said without thinking: "Tell the master." The strength of this god and the strength of the powerhouses of the Sanctuary are like the difference between an elephant and an ant. When a Sanctuary powerhouse encounters a god, it is like an ant encountering an elephant, which is insignificant at all. Of course, it is impossible for the powerhouses of the Holy Realm to perceive the existence of gods, because they can't feel where the gods are at all, and they can't see the appearance of gods. ”

The white-haired old man's tone was very flat, but his words were like a thunderbolt that suddenly appeared in mid-air, and a "boom" suddenly exploded in his head, making Wuqi's body tremble as if he had been suddenly shocked. He looked at the old man with a fluttering heart, and asked word by word, "Really...... Yes...... Is it so powerful?"

The white-haired old man smiled again, but this time he didn't make any sound, but looked at Wuqi with a smile and nodded silently.

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