Disaster Strikes

With a puff.

As the space-time bubble that wrapped Chen Mo suddenly exploded, Chen Mo, who had been experiencing weightlessness for several minutes, was caught off guard and fell to the ground in the muddy water.

swoosh.

The rain kept falling.

This was a really bad teleportation process.

Chen Mo tried hard to stand up, but found that his body had become extremely soft in the continuous weightlessness process, and he had no strength at all.

It seems that this is a very distant world.

So that even a person with a physique like Chen Mo has to endure considerable pain.

After a while.

Chen Mo was almost suffocated in the muddy water. He finally recovered some strength, struggled to turn over, and sat up from the ground.

Crackling!

The sky was covered with dark clouds, the visibility was less than ten meters under the heavy rain, and thunder and lightning flashed.

Tip: You have entered the world of Sword Tomb.

Tip: The world of Sword Tomb regards all non-swordsman methods as heresy.

Tip: Your trial task this time is within 10 days...

Zizizizi!

It was the noise of activating the talent of the traverser.

His body, which had just sat up, could not help but fall into the muddy water again. With a painful twitch, he received a new prompt.

Prompt: Your talent of the traverser was activated successfully.

Prompt: Your trial task this time is to seize a holy sword within 10 days of spiritual attribute*10 days.

Prompt: Due to the special nature of this task, your full attributes will be reduced to one-tenth during the process of activating the talent of the traverser. As the talent of the traverser approaches the end, it will continue to recover.

Prompt: Due to the special nature of this task, you need to be in a non-combat state for 30 minutes during the process of returning to the disaster world.

Prompt: Due to the special nature of this task, after you return to the disaster world, you will no longer be able to perform any tasks related to the sword tomb world within one year, otherwise you will bear the tidal force of the flow of time and space.

"The tidal force of the flow of time and space?"

When Chen Mo got up again, he realized it.

The reason why he was so weak should be an exception, which is related to his talent of the traverser, which led to the backlash of time and space.

In other words,

The disaster mission he had carried out before was transmitted through the space-time power of the disaster world, so it was the disaster world that took on the so-called backlash of the space-time tidal power for him, perhaps it was taken on by the Demon Eye Evil God.

It was equivalent to Chen Mo using the rules to get the wool.

Now.

The Death Curse Evil God personally presided over the mission, not the formatted rule program, so the total energy of the space-time power released was limited, which resulted in Chen Mo not getting the wool, and he had to bear it himself.

His current full attributes were only one-tenth of the state, and accompanied by weakness from the inside out.

It might be difficult to recover in a short time.

"In this state, I'm afraid I can't complete the mission in a short time."

A few minutes later.

Chen Mo in the rain recovered some physical strength, and at the same time he had already made a plan for this mission in his mind.

This time he decided to play the role of a person with amnesia, relying on his rich experience as a traveler, completely integrating into this world, slowly understanding this world, and then waiting for an opportunity to act.

Thinking of this.

After shaking to his feet, he stumbled forward.

However, the rain was too heavy, and there was a strong wind. His weak body slipped countless times, leaving many scratches on his body.

But he didn't care.

This was more in line with his personality.

After thinking it over.

He put away all his equipment, took out a piece of fur material for making clothes, and put it on, which was considered a simple piece of clothes.

This piece of fur is not simple.

As a spiritual material, there must be people with discerning eyes who will discover Chen Mo's extraordinaryness, and then let Chen Mo's next destiny move towards an extraordinary path.

After all, he didn't want to be unknown in an ordinary farmer for a year or two, waiting for his attributes to slowly recover before performing tasks.

Gradually.

The rain was much smaller.

Chen Mo, wearing a fur coat, was like a walking corpse. He didn't know how many miles he had walked, and finally saw a village.

When he came to the village, the rain had stopped.

Under the thatched shed beside the village path, there were a dozen half-grown children practicing and playing with wooden swords.

Chen Mo walked over, and immediately attracted the attention of these children.

"Wow, where did this savage come from!"

"Haha, he's not wearing pants."

"He has many wounds on his body, and he's still bleeding..."

Just like that.

Several adults soon came to the village.

After seeing Chen Mo's shabby dress, they all frowned, but no matter what they asked Chen Mo, Chen Mo just shook his head, looking extremely confused.

In fact, he was really confused.

For example, when someone asked him where he came from, what he was doing here, and how he got here, he really couldn't answer.

So these adults dispersed the children who were watching, and sent Chen Mo to the clan ancestral hall, and the decision was made by the elders of the village.

We need to thank Tiantian for the information here.

There is no concept of country in the world of sword tombs.

All the conflicts here are conflicts between individuals.

The difference between people is only the difference in practicing different sword ways, so the individual strength of the swordsmen in this world is very strong.

However, because the profession is too single, it is easy to be targeted and restrained during large-scale wars.

Since there is no concept of country, all the conflicts here are basically personal conflicts, so Chen Mo does not have to worry about safety issues. As long as he takes the initiative to show weakness, basically no one will make things difficult for him.

Unless you are extremely unlucky and encounter someone similar to Ji Jian Dao.

These people seem to be evil sects born under the influence of the disaster world, but they are only a very small number.

After a while.

Several highly respected elders in the village came.

Although Chen Mo's eyes were calm, his heart was greatly shocked.

They are all second-level professionals.

This is just an ordinary small village!

"This is Zhangjiazhai, what is your last name?"

After Chen Mo thought for a moment, he shook his head in confusion. Then he stopped thinking about it. He looked at the tribute food and wanted to go up and get it, but was stopped by a swordsman.

The two got into an argument.

But with Chen Mo's current strength, he is naturally no match for this swordsman.

"He practiced."

The swordsman accurately judged that Chen Mo's strength, even if it was one tenth, was already beyond the level of ordinary people. Naturally, several elders had already noticed that Chen Mo was extraordinary. The fur on his body was no ordinary fur. .

"It seems he has lost his memory."

"With the injury like this, what do you think we should do? Should we drive him out, take him in for a few days to recuperate, or let him stay?"

"I don't know which kendo he is from. If he is from the kendo, wouldn't we be inviting a wolf into the house?"

"Well, let him stay at my place for a few days to see how things are going. Zhang Hu is at the critical moment of practicing swordsmanship. In three months, he will go to the town to participate in swordsmanship and strive to be promoted to an official swordsman. There is a shortage of people for farm work at home. Helper, I will keep an eye on him."

"Hey, old man Xiao, are you interested in the spirit skin on his body?"

"Zhang Hu is sixteen this year, he's really fast..."

That's it.

After several people discussed it, Chen Mo was taken away by the man named Zhang Xiao and returned to his home.

An old woman looked shocked when she saw Chen Mo.

"Who is this?"

"People outside seem to have lost their memory. Hu'er is going to town to discuss swordsmanship in the next few days. I need a helper for farm work at home. I will bring him back to be a helper. I will prepare an extra meal for you and bring me some clothes. set."

The world of Sword Tomb has a pleasant environment and affluent life. You don't have to worry about food and clothing, so you can concentrate on practicing swordsmanship.

The old woman nodded and said nothing more.

After a while.

Under Zhang Xiao's command, Chen Mo changed into his clothes.

As the old woman served the fragrant food, Chen Mo's appetite suddenly increased and he started to devour the food.

Seeing this, the old woman couldn't help laughing and said: "Eat slowly, there is more, there is more."

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

The busy old woman smiled and said, "He'er is back?"

When the seven or eight-year-old girl returned home with a wooden sword, she was stunned when she saw Chen Mo devouring the food.

"Dad, why did you bring him back?"

Zhang Xiao said calmly: "The farming is busy, your brother wants to practice swordsmanship, I will ask him to help."

Although the little girl was surprised, she didn't say much.

After a while.

The sun sets.

Chen Mo looked at the energy crystal lamp on the table in a daze. A heroic young man of sixteen or seventeen years old came home sweating profusely with an iron sword in his hand.

He looked equally astonished when he saw Chen Mo, and Zhang Xiao explained again.

Compared with Zhang He's curiosity, Zhang Hu is filial.

"That's great. I'm worried about your health. Since you were injured the year before last, you can't use your right arm. He... uh, what's his name?"

"Didn't I say that he has lost his memory?"

Zhang Hu smiled and said: "With his help, I will feel relieved."

"Um."

Zhang Xiao added some tobacco leaves to the cigarette rod and took a puff.

"Our Pingye Town is not a small town. You have also gone to the Sword Tomb Holy Land many times to understand the meaning of the sword. Therefore, this sword competition must not be careless. It is a minor matter not to criticize the swordsman. Be careful to leave injuries. I am not worried about anything else. You are an excellent person in terms of swordsmanship, swordsmanship, and indomitable character.”

"Yes, Dad."

"Let's eat first..."

The whole family is enjoying themselves.

Through the conversation between the two, Chen Mo had a preliminary understanding of the swordsman professional system in this world.

Not to mention the enlightened swordsman who is equivalent to the starving ghost stage.

Next are the official swordsman, secret swordsman, great swordsman, sword master, sword master, immortal, and sword god, respectively, comparing the professional levels from one to seven.

This so-called immortality seems to be at the level of a great guardian.

After dinner.

Chen Mo sat in the yard, watching Zhang Xiao instructing Zhang Hu, while Zhang He on the side was making gestures with a wooden sword.

"You have just mastered the sword roar. Next comes the sword energy, the sword light, the sword power, and then the sword intention. As for the immortality and the integration of human and sword, I won't talk about it. You are the first to master the sword intention. Bu, the sound of sword whistling is not for you to show off, you always like to show off..."

Zhang Hu was not angry even after being criticized by his father, and continued to practice swordsmanship with a smile.

The so-called sword intention refers to the depth of understanding of the sword, which is also divided into seven levels.

The so-called sword whistle by Zhang Hu is nothing more than the whistle that comes with swinging the sword after the basic chopping skill has been upgraded to a certain stage.

And this so-called sword competition is equivalent to the starving ghost test of natural disaster victims.

Zhang Xiao sighed: "Your attainments in sword intent can only be considered fair, but you have mastered sword moves at the age of nine, sword styles at the age of twelve, and created your own sword skills at the age of fifteen. Tsk tsk, it seems that your talent in swordsmanship is much higher than sword intent..."

Self-created sword skills?

Could it be self-created skills?

Chen Mo, who was quietly observing, was secretly surprised.

I don't know if I happened to meet a genius, or the threshold for self-created skills in this profession is low, or if I have misunderstood?