"It's... Brother Mu, are you okay?" Seeing the thunderbolt on Su Mujian's sword gradually disappearing, Otoyu finally stepped forward and asked worriedly.

"I'm okay?" Su Mu was a little confused, not knowing what Otoha was referring to?

Is there something strange about yourself?

"I looked at your expression just now, and I thought that there was something wrong with your meridian true qi again, red and white for a while. Otoyu looked at Su Mu, who seemed to be okay at this time, and his tone was full of doubts, "And those crackling things on your sword, what are they?"

"This is the equivalent of miniature thunder. Su Mu replied disapprehantly.

"Thunder, is it the one in the sky?" "Otoha's mouth grew big, and his eyes widened, "Is it the same trick you made in the ancestral hall before?" But this..."

"Strictly speaking, when I was in the ancestral hall, I only guided the thunder that was already there, and I didn't rely on my own ability to generate it. Su Mu patiently explained, "With my current true qi, I can almost only transform a small thunder of this scale, and I can be regarded as imitating that move by sprinkling autumn water with a sword." ”

Just a small thunderbolt consumed so much energy from Brother Mu?

Looking at the tiredness on Su Mu's face that could not be concealed, Yin Yu also knew in his heart that this move might not be as easy as Su Mu said just now.

Although it has been successfully transformed, the speed and power of such transformation are far from enough to be used in actual combat.

Su Mu thanked him from the bottom of his heart for this journey, which allowed him to come into contact with such an unfathomable mystery of swordsmanship, if it weren't for that, he was afraid that he would still be immersed in the conceit of seeing what he would see, and he would sit in the well and watch the sky.

Only when you have seen the vastness of the sea can you feel your own insignificance.

In the past three years, I must not waste a moment!

"Brother Mu, then you made this trick yourself, what's your name?" Yin Yu suddenly asked, interrupting Su Mu's secret sigh.

"yes, I haven't decided on a name yet. Su Mu was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Otoha to suddenly throw such a question.

Indeed, the creator of the move has to choose a name for it as a memorial to future generations. Many swordsmen may have lived their lives in obscurity, but the moves they created can be passed down through the ages.

Every swordsman aspires to have a move of his own name.

What should you call it? This little thunderbolt of mine is obviously embarrassed to call such a majestic name as "Ten Thousand Thunders", and with Su Mu's literary literacy, he really can't come up with a decent name.

"Why don't you pick it up, junior sister! I remember that when you were a child, you liked to read some poems. After thinking about it for a long time, Su Mu didn't have an idea in his mind, so he simply handed over this glorious and arduous task to his little junior sister.

"Really! Okay!" Otowa was in a mood that suddenly became unsettled.

What kind of person is his senior brother Su Mu, Otoyu does not have the slightest doubt that Su Mu will become a generation of grandmaster-level figures in the future, and the moves he created will naturally be attracted to the attention and sought after by the world, and it is simply exciting that such a subtle move can be named by himself.

"Brother Mu, let's talk about it, you can't go back!" "Yin Yu was afraid that Su Mu would retract what he had just said, so he hurriedly added.

"If you don't regret it, you will give it to the junior sister, and the junior sister will call it after taking it. Su Mu smiled.

"In that case, well, let me think about it, I feel like I could come up with a great name!" Otoha frowned, already thinking about it.

"Haha, there's no need to figure it out right now. Su Mu looked at such a troubled sound feather, and he was also a little funny in his heart.

"Ah, I see!" Otoyu suddenly clapped his palms and shouted, "Since this is what Brother Mu realized from the sword sprinkling autumn water, then let's call the sword sprinkling thunder!"

"The sword sprinkled thunder... The sword sprinkled with thunder... This sprinkle seems to feel something wrong. Su Mu always felt a little embarrassed when he read it.

"Then change the word, the sword thunders!"

The sword thundered, it sounded pretty good, and it was a little similar to the slogan of the Cold Mountain Sword Sect, very similar to the style of the Cold Mountain Sword Sect.

"Then it was decided. Su Mu smiled and said, "Senior sister, you can remember it for me." ”

"Just kidding, Brother Mu has such a good memory, how can he not remember. Otowa also smiled happily, although she didn't do anything but come up with a name, but she also felt a special sense of accomplishment.

"Brother Mu, can you teach me this trick?" Otoha asked suddenly, his eyes full of hope.

"Teach it to you, yes, but junior sister, this trick is really complicated, I'm afraid it will be very hard to practice, and even I can't use it well now. ”

"It's so hard, so I don't have a chance. Otowa was a little disappointed all of a sudden, and it was too embarrassing that he couldn't use the move he had chosen to name himself.

"In this case, you can start practicing with the sword sprinkled with autumn water. Learn to compare the basic form changes first, and it will be much easier to practice this sword and thunder after you have laid a good foundation. Su Mu said seriously, Otoyu felt that he was more like a master than Master Gao Yuanshan at this time.

"Okay! Brother Mu will practice first, and I'll go to the library first to see the sword trick of sprinkling autumn water with a sword!" Yin Yu walked away with a smile, and Su Mu was left alone in the empty back mountain, which made Su Mu a little uncomfortable for a while.

His lively and lovely junior sister is not there, and even the back mountain is not lively, Su Mu smiled helplessly.

Since this was the case, Su Mu didn't waste any time, closed his eyes, and began to savor the feeling of Fang Cai's true qi transforming into thunder, and gradually, even the true qi that was still running in his body at the moment seemed to become scorching and boiling.

Just as Su Mu picked up his sword again, ready to strike while the iron was hot to consolidate his practice, an incomparably thick bell suddenly echoed over the cold mountain.

Hanshan was already silent, and at this time, this abrupt bell rang suddenly attracted the attention of almost all the disciples of the sect.

Su Mu put down his sword and looked in the direction of Zhong Ming, his face suddenly turned cold.

Although Su Mu, who had been growing up in the Cold Mountain Sword Sect, had never heard of this bell, he knew very well what it meant.

The head of the sect and the great elder are urgently summoning all the disciples in the sect with this bell ringing, and everyone must immediately put down their affairs after hearing the bell ringing, and immediately rush to the Hanshan Sect Ancestral Hall to gather, there must be no mistake.

Gao Yuanshan once told Su Mu that the bell had not sounded for more than a hundred years.

It represented that the Cold Mountain Sword Sect was facing the most critical situation at this time.