Chapter 243

Qin Mu was hung on the wall one after another, and landscape patterns appeared on one wall of the old village, except that mother-in-law Si's house was not printed.

Qin Mu was still waiting to rush over, and suddenly found that his strength was exhausted, so he couldn't help feeling depressed.

Failed.

Ba Ti was defeated. He was not only inferior to the village head in swordsmanship, but also inferior to the village head in strength. It seems that he can only take the name of the emperor.

The village head looked gentle and said, "you can compare again after you recover."

Qin Mu calmed down and said, "OK!"

The village head's face turned black, and he saw the cowherd boy running wildly, practicing his weird bully body three Dan skill and restoring his cultivation.

"You blew it up." The pharmacist came over and looked at Qin muyuan's figure.

The village head was stunned, "where is it?"

The herbalist sneered, "your sword technique is extremely debilitating. With your deep cultivation, the five Yao realm can be cast twice, up to three times. How many times did you cast it just now? Seven times?"

The village head couldn't hold his face, and said calmly, "you can't imagine my vitality. I can control my vitality four times, and use the least vitality each time... But mu'er's vitality is indeed vigorous, I thought that when I reached the level of five Yao, I would be no different from his vitality cultivation, but..."

The pharmacist laughed and said, "unexpectedly, he looks like a big water tank, and you are just a bucket."

The village head sighed, shook his head and said, "he can be more than times deeper than me in the spiritual embryo realm, but he can't be so much deeper in the Wuyao realm. I don't have any weakness in the Wuyao realm, but he... Doesn't have any weakness. You can see it, but don't say it."

The herbalist laughed and said, "with the same sword technique, he is not enemy to you. He has lost. Why should I say it? However, you just said that the emperor only has responsibility and burden, and there is no benefit. It seems a little wrong?"

The village head said lazily, "what good can it do? Why don't I know?"

The pharmacist's eyes flashed and said, "I've heard some legends about the emperor and the seal of the emperor. The seal of the emperor seems to involve many ancient traditions, some of which seem to date back tens of thousands of years, hundreds of thousands of years. Some holy places were founded by the emperor. It is said that the seal of the emperor is more useful than the emperor's jade seal."

The village head calmly said, "that's a legend many years ago. Now the emperor's seal is a black iron pimple. Who will obey the order of a black iron pimple?"

The pharmacist smiled and said, "there is a legend that once the emperor's seal is printed, he can command all the heroes in the world."

The village head yawned and said lazily, "the seal of the emperor is right there. Let him take it out and show off. See which sect is at his disposal? It's good not to be killed."

The pharmacist said bitterly, "you know it's so dangerous, why do you still seal the emperor to him?"

The village head was no longer lazy, his eyes flashing, and said solemnly, "this is a responsibility and a heavy burden. The burden came to my shoulder, and I couldn't afford it, so I was cut off. But this burden must be borne by someone, and I can't leave it behind and throw it into the grave with me!"

"Some things need someone to do even if they know the danger!"

The village head vomited a foul breath and said, "if you do it, you may fail or die, but there is always a glimmer of hope. If you don't do it, there is no hope at all. The emperors of all dynasties have done much more than you think. The shepherd is very good."

The pharmacist said compassionately, "I just feel a little distressed for mu'er. How can mu'er beat you?"

"He can't beat me."

The village head's tone was a little proud: "Walking on mountains and rivers with a sword, he will never beat me. Although walking on mountains and rivers with a sword is composed of fourteen basic sword forms, after my polishing, there are no flaws. He wants to integrate the three basic sword forms of the national master into my sword technique, so he needs to change the walking on mountains and rivers with a sword. Although his idea is good, his vision is not as high as mine. As long as he changes, there will be flaws. The more he changes, the more flaws."

The pharmacist was stunned and spit out a mouthful of turbid gas. Looking at Qin Mu who was walking quickly, his heart was full of sympathy.

"However, he can use my hand to sharpen his sword."

The village head smiled and said, "the more he changes the move of sword walking on mountains and rivers, the deeper he understands the sword. The deeper he understands, the more he can jump out of swordsmanship, jump out of swordsmanship, and be close to Tao. If the understanding of sword reaches the level of Tao, it doesn't matter whether there are 14 moves or 17 moves in the basic Sword form."

"Learning swordsmanship and using swordsmanship is only the realm of skill, and skill is learning for practical use. If you want to be promoted to law, you need to create. Yankang national master is at this stage, and creating it is the realm of law. Further, putting aside law and skill is the realm of Tao."

The village head said, "the shepherd is now between skill and method. He can improve himself better by polishing his sword with my hand than I can teach him."

After a long time, in order to recover to the peak state, Qin muxiu did not directly come to the village head, but sat down silently, meditated and understood, and tried to make his sword perfect without any flaws.

How to integrate the three basic sword styles of the national master into the sword walking mountains and rivers without leaving any flaws is what he wants to do.

If you use the sword technique of the village head to fight the village head, you will definitely fail, but if you improve it, there is still hope of winning.

He understood carefully, and all kinds of sword moves in his mind were disrupted, then reorganized, and then fought with the fictional village head in his mind.

But every confrontation results in defeat.

He simulated wars in his mind, but no matter how he improved, he could never change the end of defeat.

After not knowing how long, Qin Mu was in high spirits and stood up. During the brainstorming, he had defeated the village head with a new sword technique. When he rushed impromptu, "village head, do it again!"

The village head smiled and said, "OK."

Qin Mu roared and rushed to show his improved sword technique. Then Qin Mu flew up high, spilled a series of blood flowers in midair, and planted them in the chicken coop.

A dozen Jipo dragons cackled and killed in a fierce manner. Qin Mu hurriedly jumped into the air. The dozen Jipo dragons also flapped their wings and flew up, with wings like swords, shooting fire dragons at him.

Mountains and rivers appeared in the air, like Cangshan River drowning a dozen Jipo dragons. After a move, a dozen bare Jipo dragons fell from the air, and their feathers flew all over the sky.

Qin Mu fell to the ground and was stunned.

The dozen chick dragons clucked and ran into the chicken coop, closing the firewood door and afraid to show up.

"Cluck!" The old hen shouted loudly and violently.

Qin Mu waved his hand, and several traces of sword Qi appeared on the door of the chicken pen.

There was a panic in the henhouse.

Qin Mu was stunned and looked at his hand. When did he become so powerful?

"The shepherd is so imposing that he can finally beat the chicken!" The lame man exclaimed.

Qin Mu's face was slightly red, and he continued to concentrate on his understanding. Suddenly, the mute lost a sword pill and said, "Abba! Abba! Ah!"

Qin Mu thanked the mute, who meant that he had just refined a sword pill and tried it.

He clenched the sword pill, and his vitality rushed into the sword pill. Suddenly, countless sword lights in the sword pill flew out. It was the light of the sword, which seemed to have no substance, and could be twisted wantonly, as smart as his vitality!

Qin Mu held the sword pill and punched it out. The sword in the sword pill turned into a dragon and roared out in the small village!

Qin Mu was startled, and the village head was also startled, and glared at the mute.

Qin Mu closed his fist, and his mind moved slightly. He only felt that the sword ball clenched in his palm seemed to be melting. His palm clenched, and the sword awn turned into a giant hammer for striking iron. One hammer fell with great strength, smashing a big hole in the ground.

Qin Mu jumped up, the light of the knife collapsed, and the sun shone on the thousand waves in the East China Sea. The light of the knife was like a thousand waves, and the sun soared.

Immediately, the sword technique was stopped, and the sword awn turned into a rafter, which was waved in the air, drawing a picture of a dragon. The Dragon changed into a four foot long gun, and Qin Mu walked away with a gun in the air, directly attacking the Yellow Dragon.

The village head's canthus fluttered and looked at the mute with poor eyes.

The mute quickly hid in the blacksmith's shop and dared not show up.

Spears disappeared in mid air, replaced by countless sword lights, which turned into vast mountains and rivers in an instant.

Sword walking mountains and rivers!

Qin Mu fell to the ground, surprised and happy in his heart. The sword pill forged by the mute really suits his heart. It should be to extract the gold and iron gas from the black iron and gold, take its gas, and discard its shape.

Although this sword pill is a sword pill, it can be changed in thousands of ways. His boxing, Taoism and swordsmanship can be exerted without hindrance.

The skill of dumb forging is close to Tao!

Qin Mu took the sword pill and didn't challenge the village head with the sword pill. The mute poked his head out of the blacksmith's shop, made a gesture twice, and wiped a knife on his neck, which means that with this sword pill, the village head of Wuyao realm can definitely be killed.

The village head was furious and his face was wrinkled and shaking. If Qin Mu really used the sword pill, the power of the sword technique soared, and he might really be able to defeat him.

Qin Mu shook his head and said, "Grandpa mute, the village head didn't use weapons, and I can't use them, otherwise he won't be convinced to lose."

The mute rolled his eyes, with an expression that you were hopeless.

Qin Mu continued to devote himself to enlightenment and modified his sword to walk on mountains and rivers, but the result of each collision was the same.

Every time he failed, he had new insights, making his sword more and more perfect, but every improvement was a failure.

Finally, after the last failure, Qin Mu found that he could not continue to improve this move.

His vision and insight can no longer be improved.

Qin Mu was stunned. He suddenly woke up and showed a move in the sunset sword technique. The sunset surged into the river. His sword technique was like the surging river. A red sun half sank in the middle of the river, and countless sword lights burst out in the red sun.

He only practiced this move once or twice, but the power he exerted was amazing, as if he had been immersed in this move for a hundred years.

Qin Mu sighed, fell down to the village head and saluted the teacher.

The village head laughed and said, "get up, there are not so many rules. These days I teach you other moves of sword painting. With your current attainments, it should not be difficult to learn... Mute, bad embryo, and have the face to congratulate!"