After listening to Wei Sheng's qin music, Bei Ming Xiu already had a clear understanding.

The gentlemen of Momei Villa are already planning to train him in their own way.

Sure enough, on the morning of the next day, Ming Dao waited at his door early.

What he wants to teach the Northern Meditation cultivator is the way of the sword.

The name of the ink sword Ming Dao has long been very loud in the human world, so when Ming Dao proposed to simply use the sword to fight, he played a twelve-point spirit and agreed to this fight.

However, the result was devastating.

After only three moves, the Cold Sword had been knocked down, and Ming Dao silently withdrew the branch that had just been broken off in his hand, and frowned: "You are too confident." ”

Bei Ming Xiu picked up the Cold Immortal Sword and said, "Indeed. ”

Yes, he was too confident in the Stygian Sword in his hand.

He has been paying attention to Ming Dao's movements, wanting to break with his sword at the moment when he is sure of the opponent's movements.

Although the first sword was evenly divided, his movements had slowed down a lot, and it wasn't until Ming Dao's second sword was in front of him that he reluctantly swung the second sword.

And the third sword, he couldn't stop it no matter what.

Ming Dao's sword was so fast that he didn't have time to react, as if it was just an instant, and the branch would fall on him, and he couldn't judge its trajectory at all.

Northern Meditation Cultivator thought of the four monkeys on the Shoreless Sword Peak again.

It took him a lot of effort to defeat the four monkeys, and he learned a lot in the process.

And now, it is also a sword competition, and Ming Dao is not known how many times stronger than those monkeys.

He wanted to be fast and fast, and Mingdao's sword was faster than him.

He wanted to be the last to come first, waiting for the opportunity to move, but Ming Dao blocked all his movements with a single sword.

He wanted to use the explosion to fight for a victory, or to hold on with the horizontal sword, but he didn't even have time to make a sword, and the Stygian Sword was shot down.

Bei Ming Xiu originally thought that he already had a certain strength in the way of the sword, but at this moment, he was defeated by the three moves of the Ming Dao, only to find that his sword path cultivation was so small in front of the real master of the way of the sword.

He took a deep breath, put his sword in front of him, and said, "Come again." ”

Seeing that he was not discouraged by being defeated by his three swords, Ming Dao smiled: "As you wish." ”

The North Darkness cultivates the horizontal sword and is ready for battle.

At the beginning, he was able to suppress the Fifth Light Marquis with his sword path, to a large extent, because he was extremely familiar with the Canglang swordsmanship, and he had two and a half swordsmanship skills, which did not mean that his sword cultivation was higher than that of the Fifth Light Marquis.

Now that he has determined that Ming Dao will be far more than the Canglang Sword, it may be difficult to win in sword moves.

But he still wanted to try.

This time he stuck to five moves.

Ming Dao smiled as he watched Bei Ming Xiu pick up the Cold Immortal Sword again, and said, "Can you see what kind of sword move I use?"

Bei Mingxiu shook his head.

This time he still tried his best, and he was not even suppressed too ruthlessly in the first three moves, but the fourth sword of Ming Dao was not in order, but the fifth sword was extremely jumpy, and the two swords were combined, which suddenly disrupted his sword path and made him lose cleanly.

He didn't know what kind of sword it was, and it was definitely not a Canglang sword anyway.

Ming Dao cleared his throat and said, "My first three swords are all sword moves in the Canglang Sword, which were originally used to test your mastery of the Canglang Sword Technique, and you did a good job in this regard." ”

"But the last two swords, your response can only be said to be decent. ”

Bei Ming cultivated and said: "There are thousands of swordsmanship in the world, and there are not only waves and cold clouds. ”

Ming Dao was pleased: "Yes, although the Canglang Sword Technique and the Cold Shadow Sword Technique are both first-class sword techniques in the world, if you practice one of the two to the extreme, you can stand alone in the world, and your father, the eldest brother monk, is the best two examples." ”

"But the way you go...... Unlike all of them. ”

Ming Dao paused and continued: "You are ambitious and greedy, you want to integrate the two swordsmanship, so as to have both strengths, but in fact, when you practice a swordsmanship to the extreme, even if it is just the most ordinary and ordinary swordsmanship in the mountains, you can overcome its shortcomings and still be able to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship." "Let's read the book

Bei Ming Xiu said thoughtfully: "You want to persuade me that if you are greedy and chew too much, it is better to specialize in one course?"

Ming Dao smiled and said: "That's the reason, although your Cangying Sword Technique looks mysterious, in fact, in my eyes, it is not a superior swordsmanship. ”

Bei Ming Xiu nodded and said, "I understand, but it's just a prototype. ”

"It's a path I've chosen, and I'm not going to give up halfway. ”

Ming Dao said: "Even if this road is very difficult?"

"I've sworn since I was a child that I would make the Holy Pavilion pay the price I deserve, isn't this path even more difficult than the practice of the sword?" Bei Ming continued with a sword salute, "And you seem to be greedy too. ”

Ming Dao smiled: "Indeed, I am also a greedy person, and I plan to go to the game and not to be fine." ”

"But it's really the best path for me. ”

Northern Meditation Cultivator knew that this was true.

The ink sword is clear, and the sword used has never been an ordinary sword, but an ink sword condensed by his own spiritual ink.

The spirit ink is ever-changing, and his sword naturally can't be confined to one place.

Just like just now, his fourth sword was the sect sword of Cangwu Academy, which was destroyed a hundred years ago, and the fifth sword was the long sky sword of the Snow Peak Sword Sect on the Tianshan Mountain.

Ming Dao's swordsmanship comes from the real ancestor of Momei Villa, Wen Xingyao, one of the five scattered immortals in ancient times, has collected a vast collection of books over hundreds of years, and his experience in kendo may be higher than Shang Yunjian, who doesn't like to read, and no one can ignore his suggestions on kendo.

Bei Ming Xiu thought seriously for a moment and said, "Neither the master nor the master has opposed my choice. ”

Ming Dao raised his eyebrows slightly.

"And I think this is the path I should follow. ”

Ming Dao said playfully: "You won't regret it?"

"Maybe later. Bei Ming Xiu smiled faintly and said, "But I will do my best first." ”

Ming Dao laughed when he heard this, and he didn't hide his voice at all, the laughter was so loud that it seemed that even the wind in the Mo Meilin was a lot stronger.

Then he smiled, gave a thumbs up to the Northern Immortal Cultivation Tree, and said, "Yes, I haven't tried it, who knows what the result will be?"

The branch in his hand pointed to the Northern Meditation Cultivator again, and with his voice, a faint spiritual ink painted a layer of pitch black on the branch: "In that case, prove your determination to me." ”

"Shoot with all your might, as long as you force me to take a step back, you will win this game. ”

Bei Mingxiu's eyes became extremely serious, and he smiled: "Don't regret it." ”

......

On this day, the disciples of Momei Villa who chose to study on their own in Momei Forest discovered a miraculous phenomenon.

Some of the black plum trees had a thin layer of frost on them, and there were ice edges hanging down from the leaves, and some disciples who did not have spiritual power could still feel the coldness when they approached, if it weren't for the fact that the weather was still warm now, they would have thought that it was already the winter season.

At this time, by the inkpool, Beiming was washing his face, no matter how he washed it, he couldn't remove the little ink on his left face.

His snort was a little rough, his eyes were a little cold, in short, he was very unhappy.

Ming Dao looked at his demeanor a little helplessly, and his afterglow stayed on the corner of his torn clothes for a moment, and said embarrassedly: "Your strength is a little stronger than I imagined, so I couldn't help but use a little more force...... Anyway, it will dry up after an hour, so you can bear with it. ”

Bei Mingxiu said dissatisfiedly: "I won." ”

Ming Dao smiled: "I didn't mean to, can I just forget it?"

Bei Ming Xiu repeated earnestly: "I won. ”

Ming Dao was helpless, after all, he was really forced by the Northern Meditation Cultivator to take a step back, and accidentally imprinted a seal on his face. He was at a loss first, and he met the lord of Bei Ming Xiu, who refused to suffer, so he could only compromise: "Okay, what compensation do you want." ”

Beiming Xiu thought for a while and said, "I haven't thought about it, let's owe it first." ”

Ming Dao sighed and said, "I really don't know why you are so serious. ”

Bei Ming Xiu said: "Maybe it's because I've been good at seizing opportunities since I was a child?"