I’m Really a Villain

The weapons on the first floor of the Shenbing Pavilion look ordinary, they are not shining brightly, nor are they sharp, they are just placed in an ordinary way.

When Xu Zimo walked in, there was a faint smell of rust in the air. The disciples of Zhenwu Shengzong seldom come here to choose weapons, so many ordinary weapons made on the first floor have been covered with dust due to the long time.

At the door of the first floor, an old man was sleeping on a recliner. He watched Xu Zimo and Xu Zimo's arrival, glanced at them with great interest, and then said, "Choose any weapon inside, and each person can only pick one. Just let me know when it's time."

After the old man finished speaking, he turned over and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

"What's your attitude?" Zhang Chongtian said angrily.

"It's okay," Xu Zimo shook his head, took a deep look at the old man, and then walked in.

He didn't have too many choices, and walked directly to the corner, where a wall was covered with dense weapons.

Swords, guns and sticks are rarely even heard of by ordinary people. In short, there are all kinds of weapons.

Among the many weapons, Xu Zimo's gaze was attracted by an inconspicuous knife in the lower left corner.

The knife was five feet long, and the blade looked very sharp, with a slightly curved blade.

It weighs more than a dozen catties in the hand, and the handle of the knife is separated by layers of lattice ripples, making it very heavy in the palm of the hand.

"That's it," Xu Zimo directly picked up the knife and walked towards the old man at the door under the surprised gaze of the guard Zhang Chongtian.

When the old man was woken up, he seemed a little reluctant. He glanced at the scimitar Xu Zimo had chosen, and said, "Okay, it's yours now, get out of here quickly, and don't disturb my old man's sleep."

Xu Zimo nodded, didn't say much, wrapped the scabbard behind his back, and left.

"By the way, its name is Baying," the old man's voice suddenly came from behind.

"Ba Ying, of course I know," Xu Zimo smiled, and without turning his head, his figure gradually disappeared into the breeze.

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Xu Zimo is sure that he will remember what his father said throughout his life.

"A true swordsman is someone who can awaken the spirituality in the sword and then be recognized by the spirituality."

In his previous life, Xu Zimo didn't pay attention to this sentence at first. In his opinion, any weapon is just a tool for killing people, and there is no need to give it other meanings.

Until the battle at Youlongjian, when Ba Ying was cut off by the protagonist Chu Yang's weapon.

At the moment when the knife broke, Xu Zimo really felt the mournful cry from the weapon.

Only then did he wake up, but it was too late.

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Then Xu Zimo returned to the small courtyard where he lived. He sat cross-legged and began to practice.

In his previous life, the first thing he practiced was the "Ni Mie Jue" of the Three Swordsmen.

Only after he had cultivated to the Emperor Vessel Realm did Xu Zimo embark on his own martial path.

Abandoning Nirvana Jue, he began to research, reason, and create brand new exercises that belonged to him.

Xu Zimo named his practice "Only My Great Freedom".

This exercise focuses on the past, present, and future.

Once mastered, you can trace the origin of time and connect with your past self and future self, spanning several time and space.

It's a pity that in the previous life, after this exercise was deduced to the level of Shenmai, Xu Zimo found that he had a knot in his heart, and he couldn't go to the next level no matter what.

That's why he went to Chu Yang but he had a knot in his heart, but he didn't expect to lose so badly.

But this rebirth gave Xu Zimo a flash of inspiration, and he had more inspiration for the future and the past.

He believes that he can definitely perfect the cultivation technique and step into the level above the divine pulse state.

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Deducing one's own kung fu is the path that every pulse practitioner must eventually take, because no matter how strong the kung fu left by others is, it can only be used for reference, and it cannot be 100% suitable for you.

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Xu Zimo continued to deduce and practice like this until dawn, then stood up and stretched.

Despite a sleepless night, he still feels refreshed.

This is the benefit of cultivation, he is now at the ninth level of the Mortal Realm, even if he does not sleep for seven days and seven nights, at most he just feels a little tired.

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The sky was bright, Lin Ruhu came to Yannan Peak early, and came to play with Xu Zimo.

He was carrying a big sack on his back, and his expression looked treacherous, he turned his head twice every step, as if he was furtively guarding against something.

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"Ruhu, what's the matter with you?" Xu Zimo asked curiously after washing.

"Brother Zimo, I'll show you something good," Lin Ruhu said with a chuckle, and opened the sack on his back.

I saw two comatose chick cubs quietly packed inside.

The whole body of these two chickens is golden yellow, the combs are dark purple, the feathers are neatly arranged in rows, and the tails are bright red.

The chicken's mouth is like jade, transparent and pure. The first impression of these two chickens is extraordinary.

"The sacred chicken of medicine?" Xu Zimo asked in surprise, "Where did you come from?"

"Ah, I went to the Great Elder's Tianxia Peak to play with Liao Ruyan in the morning, and then I saw these two chickens being discarded on the ground. I felt pitiful, so I brought them out." Lin Ruhu opened his innocent big eyes, blinking. said flashingly.

"Did you steal it?" Xu Zimo said suspiciously.

"How can a scholar's work be called stealing?" Lin Ruhu argued unconvinced, "I just picked it up by chance."

"It doesn't matter to me, anyway, it's the elder's pet," Xu Zimo smiled lightly, and said to Lin Ruhu: "I heard that the holy chickens of the way of medicine have been fed with elixir since they were young, and every piece of their meat contains strong spiritual energy. .

It just so happens that there are two of them, one braised in soy sauce, and the other steamed. "

"Okay, okay," Lin Ruhu said excitedly, licking his lips.

"Using ordinary firewood to burn this medicinal holy chicken is a waste." Xu Zimo thought for a while and said to the guard Zhang Chongtian, "Go to the ancient medicine peak and chop some branches of the spirit tree."

"My lord, those ancient medicines from the spirit tree are the second elder's heart," Zhang Chongtian said in embarrassment, "If the second elder knows that I cut his branches, he will definitely take my skin off."

"No," Xu Zimo explained: "At this time, the Second Elder should peek at those female disciples taking a bath at the outer door, so he won't find you."

Zhang Chongtian hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Young master, if something really happens, you have to make the decision for me. They are all yours now."

"Don't worry, there's no problem with me," Xu Zimo assured: "Also, you are my guard, not my person. Find out the relationship. It's easy to misunderstand others."