Disaster Strikes

One month later.

Chen Mo followed Zhang Hu and left Zhangjiazhai and went to Pingye Town.

In previous years, Zhangjiazhai usually went in groups of two or three. This year, Zhang Hu was unlucky. A child of the same age was delayed because of a serious illness.

Therefore, he was the only one in Zhangjiazhai who participated in this sword contest.

Holding a black iron sword in his arms, Chen Mo followed Zhang Hu, who was full of excitement, without saying a word, like his loyal bodyguard, looking at everything in the world from the perspective of an amnesiac.

The annual Pingye sword contest is a big event in the town.

For the swordsmen in this world, it is equivalent to the first semi-practical combat assessment.

Those who pass the assessment are considered formal swordsmen.

As for those who fail the assessment, no one will say anything if they call themselves swordsmen outside.

The real purpose of the assessment is to let the younger generation of swordsmen know their true strength, that is, their status in the world, so that they will not easily bury their lives when walking in the world, rather than things like certificates.

"Hey, there are people fighting swords ahead."

Zhang Hu was eager to show off, and when he saw the excitement ahead, he immediately went over.

"Aman, let's go and take a look!"

Chen Mo followed him without saying much.

But he saw that there were two people fighting swords openly, and they looked about the same age as Zhang Hu, and there was another energetic female swordsman watching the fight.

Zhang Hu brought Chen Mo to the scene, and when he saw the appearance of the female swordsman, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Where are you from, lady? Are you going to Pingye Town to participate in this sword fight?"

"I am from Miaoshan, and I am going to Pingye Town to participate in the sword fight. Are you too?"

Zhang Hu said excitedly: "Miaoshan, I went there once with my father. We are from Zhangjiazhai. My name is Zhang Hu, and his name is Aman. We are also going to Pingye Town to participate in the sword fight. Why don't we go together!"

The female swordsman heard the words and said: "Don't fight, don't fight, the sword fight hasn't started yet..."

As the two separated, Zhang Hu finally knew the reason.

It turned out that the two of them practiced different swordsmanship, and they argued endlessly about whose swordsmanship was better. Because they all wanted to show off in front of the female swordsman, they fought here with youthful vigor.

After introducing each other, the five people knew each other.

The two people fighting were named Zhao Gang and Sun Li, and the woman was named Zhao Qing'er. They were about the same age as Zhang Hu, both sixteen or seventeen years old.

Chen Mo's face remained in his early twenties because he took the Dingyan Pill.

Several people were young people who came out for the first time.

They were still fighting in the last moment, and they were talking and laughing in the next moment, and came to Pingye Town together.

There were many people in the town, and several people were overwhelmed.

Zhao Gang said: "I'm hungry, let's go eat, I'll treat you!"

"Okay."

"I'm hungry too!"

So the five people came to the restaurant, ordered a table of delicious dishes, and feasted on them.

Chen Mo looked at Zhao Gang, who looked like a child who had never received much money and had not really experienced suffering. He instinctively wanted to learn to spend like an adult, and acted lavishly.

When he returned from the sword fight, he might be hungry.

At night.

Zhang Hu lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling with absent-minded eyes, with a smile on his lips. It was obvious that he was thinking about Zhao Qing'er. He was really at the age of spring.

Chen Mo picked up the long sword and practiced Zhang's swordsmanship, savoring the common mystery of swordsmanship between two different professions. He did not intend to become a real swordsman, but hoped to use this as a basis to comprehend the sword intent in this world.

According to the level of sword intent in this world.

At this moment, Chen Mo, who had initially mastered the Nine-Nine True Destruction Swordsmanship, had mastered the so-called sword momentum, and was just one step away from comprehending the so-called sword intent.

And comprehending the sword intent was the key to practicing the Nine-Nine True Destruction Swordsmanship.

After a long time.

Zhang Hu came back to his senses and looked at Chen Mo who was practicing Zhang's swordsmanship alone.

"Huh?"

He was a little embarrassed.

"Ah Man, it's so late, why don't you rest?"

"I can't sleep, practice."

Zhang Hu saw this, jumped off the bed, got ready beside Chen Mo and said: "Let's do it together!"

"Okay."

So the two of them practiced in the house, one on the left and one on the right.

In addition to the understanding of the sword, Chen Mo now has a preliminary understanding of the so-called sword moves.

In just one month, his basic slashing and basic assassination skills have been upgraded to Lv10 or above. Such a rapid speed is naturally inseparable from his previous relevant foundation, but he forgot it later.

Now picking it up again, it is naturally much faster.

Otherwise, even if he has the foundation of sword control, it is impossible to practice basic skills so quickly.

The next day.

A group of five people came to Pingye Sword Mountain together.

This is the place where the sword tomb of Pingye Town used to be.

Zhao Gang sighed.

"Once, just by approaching here, one could feel a sharp and courageous sword spirit. It was a holy place that all swordsmen who came and went must pay homage to."

Now, with the loss of the holy sword, the sword spirit here is gradually dissipating.

Pingye Town will also lose the sword vein.

Before the birth of a new sword vein, the probability of a baby being born with a special sword body and the probability of a high-level swordsman being born will be greatly reduced.

"Alas."

Zhang Hu sighed, "I followed my father and came here three times in total. The first two times were when I was a child, and I don't remember them clearly. But the third time was when I was fourteen years old. I followed my father here to comprehend the sword spirit. Later, my father was injured in a sword duel and retired from the world..."

He kept talking about the former glory of Jianshan.

The sword tomb world usually calls the place of sword tombs Jianshan.

Sun Li sighed, "During the Lantern Festival last year, I came to Jianshan. At that time, there were a lot of people here. I heard from the elders in my family that it seemed that it was not just Pingye Town, but Jianshan in other places far away had similar experiences, but some succeeded and some failed. This seemed to be a large-scale action of the evil sword sacrifice."

"Damn it!"

Zhang Hu gritted his teeth.

Zhao Qing'er couldn't help but sigh.

"I heard that an old senior who was in charge of guarding Jianshan at that time was punished to reflect on his mistakes in the mountain tomb because of greed for alcohol and never came to the world again."

It took the five people twenty minutes to reach the top of the mountain.

Chen Mo looked at the empty stone seat, gradually ignoring the sighs and curses of the four people.

His eyes were focused on the sword groove.

As Zhang Hu said, even though he had lost the holy sword, Chen Mo could still clearly feel the indomitable sword intent.

"This feeling..."

Chen Mo felt a dull pain in his skin, as if a sharp sword was pressed against his throat.

If he used the Nine True Swordsmanship and the Nine Destruction Swordsmanship, they would be shattered and vulnerable in front of this sword intent.

I don't know how long it took.

Chen Mo was awakened by Zhang Hu's cry.

"Aman! Aman!"

Chen Mo came back to his senses and looked at Zhang Hu in confusion.

Zhang Hu said, "I've called you several times. It's getting late. Let's go down the mountain. I heard that there will be a public sword talk by a great swordsman in the next two days. Don't miss it."

"Oh, okay."

Chen Mo took a last look at the empty sword slot and followed Zhang Hu, Zhao Gang, Sun Li, and Zhao Qing'er down the mountain, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

It seems that worshipping the holy sword is indeed helpful for understanding the sword.

Two days later.

The annual sword fight in Pingye Town officially began.

Men and women of appropriate age from the surrounding villages gathered together. Chen Mo looked around and saw at least thousands of people. The five people were inconspicuous among these thousands of people.

There are a total of four arenas for the Pingye sword fight.

The rules are very simple, that is, in the next three days, anyone who can win ten games will be a formal swordsman.

Because the profession of swordsman is extremely powerful in attack but very weak in defense, the outcome of a sword fight is often within two minutes. Only in a few special cases where the strength is equal, the fighting time will become very long. Some fights even end in one or two moves, and it is easy to get injured.

Once injured, it is naturally impossible to participate in the next sword fight.

Even though there are two secret swordsmen on duty in each ring, there are still many examples of accidental serious injuries and deaths over the years. Therefore, the most important purpose of holding a sword fight is to teach these swordsmen how to survive, rather than to compete for strength and courage.

Zhang Hu couldn't wait to sign up, but he waited for half an hour before it was finally his turn to go on stage.

"Peng Li from Qinghegou!"

"Zhang Hu from Zhangjiazhai."

After the two briefly introduced themselves, they drew their swords and faced each other.

After Zhang Hu used the sword energy, he immediately attracted the exclamation of the audience below the stage.

At this age, those who can possess sword energy can be said to be one in a hundred, and there are no more than ten people in the scene.

As for the sword skills he is good at, he has no chance to use them at all.

After only seven moves, the female swordsman named Peng Li was injured by Zhang Hu's sword energy. Although the injury was not serious, she might not be able to participate in the next sword-fighting event.

"Wow, Brother Zhang Hu, you actually mastered the sword energy!"

Zhao Qing'er's admiring eyes made Zhang Hu feel heroic and proud. He was obviously very happy with this and showed a proud and infatuated look.

Zhao Gang and Sun Li showed bitterness.

This Zhang Hu's strength is indeed extraordinary. It is probably difficult for them to compete with him.

So in just one day, Zhang Hu won ten games in a row and became one of the first official swordsmen in this sword-fighting competition. He won the sword given by Zhujian Villa, which made Zhang Hu love it.

Chen Mo took a look and saw that it was only white quality.

But for Zhang Hu, it was his qualification certificate for his debut in the world, which was worth his father's hard work in cultivating him for more than ten years.

He wanted to return to Zhangjiazhai and tell his father the good news as soon as possible.

But when he saw Zhao Qing'er on the stage, he was reluctant to leave.

That's it.

It wasn't until three days later that the sword debate ended. Sun Li and Zhao Qing'er finally became official swordsmen in Pingye Town and received the sword from Zhujian Villa. Zhao Gang was injured because of his carelessness and could only wait until next year to fight for it.

The next day.

Zhao Gang left without saying goodbye.

Only Sun Li, Zhao Qing'er, Zhang Hu and Chen Mo were left. After Sun Li left, they walked a distance and Zhao Qing'er waved goodbye on a bridge.

"Brother Zhang Hu, come to Miaoshan to play when you have time!"

Looking at Zhao Qing'er with a smile on his face, Zhang Hu felt that his heart was about to melt.

"Definitely!"

After Zhang Hu said goodbye reluctantly, he took Chen Mo and ran towards Zhangjiazhai with big strides until Zhao Qing'er disappeared from his sight.

At night, the two finally returned to Zhangjiazhai.

Zhang Hu proudly told his father Zhang Xiao that he had become an official swordsman. Zhang Xiao took the gift sword from Zhang Hu and nodded.

"Okay, okay, okay."

Zhang Xiao returned the gift sword to Zhang Hu and looked at his son with a proud look on his face.

From this moment on, Zhang Hu was officially an adult, and he had to walk his own way in the future.