"Even if the occasional Inner Door monk comes and asks them to give them guidance on swordsmanship, they are only for a show of guidance from these stinky boys. ”

"Even I, a layman, saw that the donkey lips they said were not the right horse's mouth, and I didn't bother to care about this group of untalented children at all, after all, those disciples who have passed the age of forty and have not been able to enter the refining and refining qi, the Phantom Sword Alliance will not keep them, and they will only be sent down the mountain after giving them some entanglement. ”

"Over time, the stinky boys ignored those inner monks, and I stopped asking them for advice on swordsmanship. ”

Li Guanglao continued, sighing as he spoke, but helpless.

"I see. ”

"I said how come as disciples of the Illusory Sword Alliance, many of them haven't even practiced the basic skills, and sure enough, there is no one to guide them. ”

Mu Chen suddenly realized why Li Guanglao was so excited to thank him.

Thinking of the twenty or thirty outer disciples who competed with him today, as well as the eagerness and unwillingness in their eyes, even if they were taught by Li Guanglao, they had to come to ask for their own guidance on swordsmanship, and I only felt that the tea in my mouth was a little unpleasant.

The tea was already cold, and Mu Chen got up to say goodbye.

Before leaving, he did not forget to ask Li Guanglao if there were outline mirrors and books introducing ancient characters here.

Although Li Guanglao was curious about why Mu Chen needed these two things, he didn't ask much, and immediately brought Mu Chen into the library here, and gave Mu Chen the outline mirror that he had treasured for many years.

The library was next to Li Guanglao's alchemy furnace, and it was just a small room with a few bookshelves around it.

The shelves were clean, there was no dust at all, and there were not many books on them.

After bringing the people to the library, Li Guanglao went to his own business again, he didn't have anything to hide here, so he was relieved to leave Mu Chen alone.

Mu Chen rummaged through the library in turn, but after a stick of incense, he turned this place upside down, but he didn't get any gains, most of the books here were related to alchemy and medical skills, and he was not very interested in these.

"There really aren't many books here, so the ancient characters engraved on that thing should be translated after I return to the sect. ”

"I don't know what happened to Senior Brother Wei Min, whether the Demon Sect's lair has been found. ”

He put a copy of "The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon" back on the shelf, shook his head in disappointment, and left the library.

It was already late at night, the huge black curtain was dotted with stars, and the wind blew through the towering mountains, rolling up the light sand and yellow leaves.

Mu Chen walked through the corridor towards the wing, it was getting late, and it was inconvenient for him to walk around at will on the chassis of the Phantom Sword Alliance.

The night was long, and although I didn't find a book to translate the ancient characters, I could still use the dead of night to refine the immortal artifact, and maybe the bag left by my mother would have some strange connection with jade.

Mu Chen had a hunch that there was definitely more than a strange stone in the black bag, and there must be other answers that could unlock the secret.

It's just that the space in the bag was opened for too little time today, so he couldn't dig out this secret.

The moonlight is hazy, and the evening breeze under the autumn moon brings a bit of coldness.

Mu Chen walked on the bluestone bricks pouring silver light, the mountain cliff was cold, and the disciples of the Phantom Sword Alliance should have gone back to sleep at this time, after all, they did not have aura to protect their bodies, and the mountain wind in late autumn was biting, so it was indeed not suitable for going out.

Even insects and frogs are reluctant to patronize this alpine and cold land, bringing tranquility to the mountains in front of them.

When Mu Chen passed by the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly heard a rustling sound, not like the sound of the wind blowing the leaves, so he flew softly to the beam of the house and looked at the place where the sound came from.

At this hope, a sour feeling suddenly welled up in his heart.

The outer disciples who were instructed by him during the day were still practicing on the side of the cliff at the moment, and no one went back to rest!

"Why don't you go back to rest?"

Mu Chen stepped on the Qingfeng Sword and flew to the edge of the cliff at the fastest speed.

Although this place is nominally a place for these people to practice their swords, it is described as nothing more than a bare open space.

Originally, Mu Chen didn't care, but after listening to Li Guanglao talk about these things in the Phantom Sword Alliance, he knew that they were the only ones among the outer disciples of the Phantom Sword Alliance, and even the sword training ground was chosen casually.

The cold mountain wind blew from the bottom of the cliff, whirring, which made it easier to distract from sword practice.

The outer disciples saw Mu Chen flying and put down their iron swords, and scratched their heads embarrassedly.

"Senior Mu, didn't you let me practice a thousand basic sword moves during the day and then compete with you, I'm afraid that you will leave in two days, so I will practice at night, and strive to get your guidance tomorrow." ”

"Senior Mu, you said that I should pay attention to the strength of my lower body, I have been practicing horse walking, and I have tied two sandbags to my legs, I will definitely be able to train my leg strength well!"

"Senior Mu, I ......"

Everyone reported to Mu Chen that although their hands were red from the cold, as long as the temperature in their hearts did not decrease, they would not feel cold.

Although Mu Chen was called a senior by them, he was not yet seventeen, even if he practiced well, the emotions in his heart at this moment would inevitably fluctuate, and he was infected by the hot pillow of this group of 'juniors', and his heart was even warmer.

When he returned to the wing, he felt that his whole body was full of energy, so he set up an enchantment and once again refined Kunshan Blood Jade with the Three Flavors True Fire.

However, this time the black bag left by the Wu clan did not react with the blood jade, and the Kunshan jade slowly rotated in the fire, and the jade slurry dripped and poured into its top......

......

For several days in a row, Mu Chen spent his time instructing outer disciples and refining natal immortal weapons.

Dongfang Tu, who had just stepped into the realm of refining and refining qi, was not in a hurry to leave, but also pestered Mu Chen with the remaining foundation building disciples, wanting to continue to learn swordsmanship with him, and was unwilling to go to the inner gate of the Phantom Sword Alliance.

Mu Chen is naturally willing to learn swordsmanship with Dongfang Tu, and when he compares with him, not only can he make the other party gain understanding, but he can also hone it a little himself, and he has not wasted time these days.

Of course, he did not ignore the other disciples, and would set aside a fixed time every day to guide them.

It was another five days and nights, facing the early morning sun, Mu Chen stretched his waist and put away the enchantment and the silver mercury sand all over the ground.

Pushing open the door, the fresh wind blew in with a slight chill, Mu Chen stretched his arm, and found that his left arm was completely painless.

"This arm is finally healed. ”

"It took me only ten days to break my muscles and bones, and after entering the realm of refining qi and transforming gods, my body's recovery ability is much stronger. ”

"But I would like to thank Li Guanglao's predecessor for a while, if it weren't for his elixir, no matter how strong my recovery ability is, it is impossible for me to completely heal the wound in such a short time, and I may even leave a stubborn disease. ”

He walked out of the wing room with a muttering to himself, and saw that some disciples from the outer sect also ran out of the room.