Son-in-law Dan Zun

On the top of the mountain, Luo Wushu sat cross-legged, looking up at the giant sword hanging above his head.

Even here, closer to the water platform, you can still feel a sense of distance from that giant sword.

This sense of distance is not due to distance in space, but more like it is related to time.

In other words, it is years.

But Luo Wushu didn't care about these. Here, the sword intent flowing on the sword, including the fragments of sword intent suspended in the body, were all conducive to the practice of kendo.

It is second to him. Although he did not practice kendo in his previous life, his vision was still there.

Just like climbing high and looking into the distance, standing on the shoulders of giants, kendo practice is not difficult for them.

Especially in the early days.

Even, it can be said that he already possesses a relatively high kendo realm, but he has lost the process of cultivating to that realm step by step.

It's like saying that a college student easily understands a theorem in junior high school, but doesn't know how to prove it.

And what Luo Wushu wants to do now is to know why.

But for Mo Fan and others, the benefits of practicing on the top of the mountain are self-evident.

It can also help them lay a solid foundation for kendo.

Closing his eyes, Luo Wushu cast aside his distracting thoughts, did not think about the outside world, and immersed himself in the practice of kendo.

Although his eyes were closed tightly, he could faintly feel everything around him. When he thought, there were countless invisible swords roaring around him, investigating everything around him.

Without eyes, he can perceive the space he is in, as if he can see everything in the world with the sword as his eye.

A person appeared in his mind, Jian Blind.

Although he covered his eyes with a black cloth, he must have a better understanding of the world than many people.

The wind whizzed past, and the sword seemed to be hidden in the violent wind.

Countless sword shadows appeared in Luo Wushu's mind. He could see clearly what kind of sword it was, but he lacked a feeling.

The feeling that one thought makes.

Time passed bit by bit. At this moment, Luo Wushu only had a sword in his mind.

He seemed to regard himself as a thorough sword repair.

After a long time, Luo Wushu's body suddenly had sword intent flowing, which caused a strange color in many people's eyes.

Especially Jian Blind, his face changed slightly at this moment, is Luo Wushu even one step faster than him?

At this moment, Luo Wushu had many swords in his mind.

Although unlike before, he had thousands of swords, but every sword was not controlled by a single thought. It was a sword he understood.

"Condensation!"

A word suddenly came out from his mouth, and the sword with the handle resonated at this moment, resonating with a wonderful frequency, and finally unified and turned into a sword.

boom!

Suddenly, Luo Wushu's body had an astonishing sword intent emerging, causing many people's eyes to shake.

"Sword Intent Fragment?"

"Could it be that he condensed his own sword intent fragments?"

Many people looked at Luo Wushu's gaze and became envious.

Before Luo Wushu used sword intent fragments to attack, in the end, he only used external force.

But condensing the fragments of sword intent that belongs to oneself, that is the power that belongs to oneself.

Even if he leaves Jianxu, his strength is still worthy of many people's attention.

However, that astonishing sword intent flashed away, and soon returned to calm, Luo Wushu's body, even the circulating sword intent slowly faded.

Many people withdrew their gazes and ignored Luo Wushu.

Not to mention whether he condensed the sword intent fragments, even if the condensing is successful, it has nothing to do with them.

"Are you condensing sword intent fragments?" A voice came into Luo Wushu's ears.

That is the voice of the blind sword, the sound transmission of aura, and it is also a kind of use of aura.

"Yeah!" Luo Wushu responded calmly, his handsome face was not turbulent, and he couldn't see the slightest joy.

This made Jian Blind man slightly astonished. No wonder, shouldn't this be a joy?

"Can you teach me?" Jian Blind continued his voice transmission: "The last meal, plus this teaching, I owe you two favors."

Luo Wushu responded, "Did you owe your favor so easily?"

"I owe you." Jian Blind replied: "Last time it was because of hungry, this time because I felt that I was only one step away from the condensed sword intent fragments."

"If you don't owe it, one favor is enough, why do you use that much?" Luo Wushu seemed indifferent.

"Not enough, not enough!"

"Why?"

"You talk so mean, and offend a bunch of people casually, it will definitely be useful to me."

"???"

Luo Wushu looked directly at Jian Blind.

cheap?

Why am I so cheap?

"Maybe you don't feel it yourself, but I won't lie to you, you are really cheap."

Jian Blind was deeply afraid that Luo Wushu did not recognize himself accurately. In order to let Luo Wushu know himself deeply, he worked hard and added fuel and jealousy.

"In addition, you are very cheap, and it is especially easy to attract people's hatred."

"..."

Where's my knife?

Seeing Luo Wushu's silence, Jian Blind continued: "And I'm different, not to mention I'm calling the wind and calling the rain in Qingzhou."

"The point is, I can help you attract firepower, so that you won't offend so many people."

"Don't think I'm usually taciturn, if I am willing to open a map cannon, who is not afraid of me."

At this moment, Luo Wushu really had the urge to bow down.

I thought that Mo Fan's mouth was a ruthless person, but it seemed that this sword blind man was truly hidden.

"Do you know why I chose to be a sword repairer?" Jian Blind didn't care about Luo Wushu's silence, and continued to transmit his voice.

He sees too many people like this.

First praise the other party for being cheap, and hold it high.

Then use a few words to kill, let the other party know who is the king of the cheap.

"Because the vast majority of sword repairers are always arrogant, indifferent, and reticent. This is a natural identity advantage."

"Let others despise my shameless way first, and then pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. It's all right."

"It's not that I'm bragging, there was an old thing in the state of law that was defeated in my hands. It was because of my cheapness that caused him to vomit blood, and then took the opportunity to defeat the enemy."

I... he... Mom... Knife... it...

Luo Wushu really had the urge to hack him to death.

Jian Blind nodded faintly, as if Luo Wushu had been killed by him in a second, proudly transmitting his voice.

"Have you never thought that I am so good."

"However, if there is no proof of the low-level Taoism, I will still choose to be low-key and introverted. Sword repair is just the way the world sees me."

"The road is long and long, and I will search up and down."

"And condensing the fragments of sword intent can give me a deeper impression of sword repair, and the effect of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger is better."

"You won." Luo Wushu squeezed out three words, not wanting to talk to him for a moment.

"Don't be so embarrassed. This is a good thing for mutual benefit. It is an honor for you to be my friend."

Blind Jian continued to transmit his voice: "From now on, I will cover you."

"..."

"Well, well, I will teach you."

In the past and this life, Luo Wushu has never seen such a top quality.

He could feel that Jian Blind was not malicious, and that Mo Fan was able to climb the mountain before, which was considered to be his love.

Another point is...

Luo Wushu also wanted to see if Jian Blind would prove to be the pinnacle of kendo one day.

No, it's a shame!

What kind of scene will it be by then?