The old village chief looked like a teachable child, nodded, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said to Mu Zhai: "Come with me." ”

After saying that, he walked straight to the house.

Mu Zhai followed the old village chief and came to the house, the furnishings in the house were still the same, but Mu Zhai was stunned for a moment, and found that this house was different from before, how was it different, Mu Zhai couldn't say it, if he insisted on saying it, it could only be said that the temperament of the whole house had changed.

The old village chief knelt on the couch in the house, looking at Mu Zhai seriously, Mu Zhai didn't dare to be presumptuous, and came to the old village chief with low eyebrows.

"Mu Zhai, I don't know where you came from, even if it was taught to you by the immortal grandfather you said, but what I want to tell you today is some things in the Great Qin cultivation world, although the old man doesn't know much, but it is enough to teach you, save yourself from pondering, self-defeating, and harm yourself. ”

Mu Zhai's face was solemn, knowing that the old village chief regarded himself as a successor, and wanted to impart the knowledge of his time, Confucianism had no other benefits, but the knowledge of this item was enough to kill the rest of the schools in seconds.

The old village chief knelt on the couch and slowly told Mu Zhai about it.

"Daqin was founded eight hundred years ago, at the beginning, it was just a small border country, but five hundred years ago, Daqin gave birth to a prince, called Yingzheng, Yingzheng This person is a person, bee quasi, long eyes, beloved birds, jackals, less grace and tiger wolf heart, easy to live in the covenant, and easy to eat people.

Later, Ying Zheng ascended the throne as king, destroyed the six countries, conquered South Vietnam, attacked the Xiongnu, built the Great Wall, covered the world, and suppressed the sea.

Yingzheng dominates the world, thinking that he has surpassed the five emperors and the three kings of the land, and is ashamed to be with him. Then according to the classics of the world, since the beginning of the emperor, thought that the beginning of the emperor!

The first emperor ordered the world, the world to train on the same track, the book to the same text, and the same line.

This is a great thing, and there is no distinction between north and south.

However, the first emperor was not satisfied with this, he ordered the world to collect gold and iron, so that the people could not hide the gold and iron things, and all of them were piled up in the Afang Palace.

Then he summoned the world's skilled craftsmen, intending to create twelve golden figures, shock the world, and suppress luck.

At the same time, he ordered the schools of the world to offer the method of immortality, and the first emperor was powerful in the world, and no one did not obey him, and some people offered their own secret methods.

The First Emperor convened the monks of the world to study together, and finally deduced a masterpiece: the Twelve Heavenly Dragon Formula!

The first emperor practiced the Twelve Heavenly Imperial Dragon Recipes, and was able to prolong his life and live endlessly.

However, the way of heaven has its own order, and it cannot tolerate an immortal emperor, a master of the world, who entered the palace to persuade the first emperor to abdicate, but the first emperor thought that his merits were ancient and unparalleled, and he should succeed the emperor and ignore it.

After a long time, the First Emperor was bored, and it happened that the swordsman Jing Ke entered the palace to assassinate, and the First Emperor was furious and ordered to kill all the schools in the world and kill the world's masters.

So the schools went into hiding, and although there were heavy casualties, they kept the fire.

The First Emperor was even more arrogant, tempering the twelve golden men day and night, and to this day, I don't know if it has been achieved. ”

After a pause, the old village chief seemed to feel that he had gone a little wrong, so he continued: "Mu Zhai, the method of your cultivation is extremely peculiar, I have not seen it, so it is inconvenient for me to put my beak, but what I want to tell you today is that in the cultivation world, there is indeed a method of immortality, but my Confucian self-cultivation does not care about the matter of immortality, so I will not tell you about cultivation, I will only teach you a sword technique." ”

Mu Zhai grew his mouth, saliva flowed all over the ground, and asked with great anticipation: "Grandpa the village chief, am I gifted and a genius in cultivation?"

The old village elder's face darkened, and he said in a sullen voice: "No, in terms of talent, your brother is much stronger than you, he was originally the successor I chose, even if you are your father, his talent is much better than yours, but he has a wild heart and does not conform to my Confucian teachings." ”

Mu Zhai hugged the old village chief's thigh and said enviously: "Grandpa the village chief, is it because I am very special." ”

The old village chief's legs trembled, but he didn't shake off Mu Zhai, and said with a very bad face: "You are not special, if you say anything special, you have a very thick skin." ”

Mu Zhai was overjoyed, as if he had finally found a little bit of himself, and said complacently: "I said, no wonder when Daddy beat me, it didn't hurt at all, it turned out that being thick-skinned is also an advantage." ”

The old village chief was almost crazy, and the state of mind of the great Confucian was unstable when he was teased by Mu Zhai's words, and he immediately recited the Confucian classics silently, and finally recovered his state of mind, and heard a sentence.

"Grandpa the village chief, what kind of sword trick is your sword technique, can you kill chickens? I see that you usually use that iron sword to kill chickens. ”

The old village elder was furious, shook his legs, threw Mu Zhai out of the distance, and said angrily: "Get out, the old man doesn't want to see you again!"

Mu Zhai crawled over with a shy face, and said with a smile: "What the village chief's grandfather said doesn't count, he just said that he wanted to pass on my sword technique." ”

The old village chief instantly felt that it was the most wrong thing he had done in his life to ask Mu Zhai to teach him this Confucian sword technique, especially looking at Mu Zhai's annoying fat face, the more he looked at it, the more he felt hateful.

The old village chief hurriedly read: "The heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and act chaotically, so they are tempted to endure and benefit what they can't ......."

Mu Zhai asked curiously: "Grandpa the village chief, this is "Mencius: Confession", I have seen it. ”

The old village chief didn't spurt out a mouthful of old blood, so he immediately hid his face and retreated, and said to Mu Zhai: "Come here early tomorrow morning, and the old man will pass you the sword trick." ”

Mu Zhai was overjoyed, and said with a smile: "Grandpa the village chief, can't you do it today?"

The old village chief said helplessly: "My sword technique, called the righteous qi sword technique, is a sword technique created by Meng Sheng's enlightenment back then, this sword technique only has one move, but it is ever-changing, it is best to practice when the sun rises in the early morning and the purple qi comes from the east." ”

Mu Zhai suddenly realized, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "I understand." ”

The old village chief said helplessly: "If you understand, you can come back tomorrow." ”

Mu Zhai bowed down and left happily.

The old village chief looked at Mu Zhai's distant figure, and only felt that this young man seemed to have a different kind of charm, which made people can't help but like him.

As soon as he had this thought, the old village chief turned his head and spat on it, snorted twice, and said to himself: "Good boy, my sword technique is also the top in Confucianism, and it depends on your creation." ”

Mu Zhai walked on the road, feeling very proud, let your old man be like a ghost, it's not that you want to drink the master's footwashing water, if you don't take out all the inventory in your stomach, I won't be surnamed Mu.

The two guys with their own ghosts just looked at the little one, and the other thought about the old one.