Heavy rain poured down. Just as Feng Xiao and Zongling were discussing uneasily. Within the dense forest, there was a petite figure standing in front of ten over corpses.
It looked like a girl, her body was like an illusion, like mist. Her face shape was good, and her star-like eyes were filled with excitement as she looked around.
Those corpses were all burnt. Apart from some injuries, one couldn't see anything else.
However, the outline of the spell altar was still there, and the broken branches and leaves around proved that there had been an intense battle here.
It was obvious that the person who cleaned up the traces and the corpses didn't put much effort into it.
The woman's gaze, however, was fixed on a medium-sized corpse from the start to the end. Her gaze moved, and she smiled.
"It looks like a sword slaying the soul, but it doesn't. Is this a trap? Interesting. This time, I really saw something interesting when I came out. "
The girl laughed for a while before raising her head, her face filled with curiosity.
"It looks like a Xiantian expert, but also like someone who had just entered the inner breathing realm. Who is this person … "
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On the speeding carriage, Zong Shou suddenly sneezed. He felt a chill invade his body, causing him to frown.
Usually when he had such a feeling, it was a bad omen, like something bad was about to happen.
"Could it be that my previous plan backfired?"
His brows furrowed as he thought about it, Zong Shou denied this guess. Using the corpses and the scene as a disguise to create a Xiantian expert, it was best if it could scare those people, but it didn't matter if it couldn't.
Shaking his head, Zong Shou continued to focus on the matter at hand. In front of him was a yellow talisman with blood-red lines drawn on it like a ghostly talisman.
However, if one looked closely, one would notice that these lines were seventy percent similar to the last Luck word of the twelve God Talismans on the God Talisman Mountain.
However, each stroke was crooked, and it was worse than the words of a three-year-old child.
Zong Shou's delicate brows were also bent, and his eyes were filled with surprise.
"This God Talisman seed can actually help me draw the God Talisman …"
This Dao talisman was actually not a success. It failed at the last step. However, Zong Shou felt that the reason why he had failed was because he lacked a bit of soulforce.
Without hesitation, Zong Shou took out all the Beast Spirit Stones and the sealed Sparrow Hawk.
But before that, there was another matter that required his attention.
"Wrong! When he took a step forward, his body leaned half an inch to the left! Raise your right arm by three inches — "
Beside Zong Shou, Su Chu Xue was practicing her sword moves over and over again in a few simple stances. After hearing Zong Shou's words, she immediately jumped up, but her small mouth slightly curled up, and she said with some dissatisfaction.
"Young Master, you didn't even look at it just now! How do you know Xue is wrong? "
Zong Shou didn't even raise his head. He calmly laid out a piece of talisman paper.
"Nonsense! People who practice martial arts have to be observant and alert to all directions. If I say you are wrong, then you are wrong! You are the one who said you wanted to ask me for advice on swordsmanship. Are you not going to listen to your master's words so quickly? "
Chu Xue held her breath, following which she stuck out her small chest, "Then why does this sword have to lean half an inch and raise my right arm by three inches? What sword theory is this based on? It's just the Immortal Guides the Way. Everyone practices it like that! "
Zong Shou sighed softly. He knew that this little kitten wouldn't be so easily convinced.
Putting down the brush in his hand, Zong Shou picked up an ordinary steel sword beside him. Following which, he smiled slightly.
"Then watch carefully!"
Just as Chu Xue's expression was stern and she revealed a wary expression. Zong Shou's body suddenly shook. From being still to moving, with one step, the sword light had already stabbed over.
It was clearly the same movement as before, but with a slight change, there was an inexplicable charm to it. As if a gust of wind was blowing, the sword light broke through the limits of human strength. With a sharp whistle, the sword was already in front of her.
The green and white sword body reflected a few rays of brilliance, shining towards her eyes. For a moment, she couldn't see clearly the sword force piercing through the air.
With a sharp clang, Chu Xue retreated more than ten steps. Her small face had already turned the color of paper. With lingering fear, she stared at Zong Shou.
At the last moment, she finally managed to block the sword. However, the huge force from the sword made her almost unable to hold the sword. Her right hand, which was holding the sword, was still trembling slightly.
If Zong Shou's internal breath was a little stronger and the speed of his sword was a little faster, this sword could have taken her life!
"This is really the immortal's guidance. Young Master, you didn't lie to me, did you?"
Carefully recalling each of Zong Shou's movements just now, Chu Xue only confirmed after a long while that the sword was indeed the immortal's guidance. Her pale cheeks immediately flushed red.
"How can it be fake?"
For some reason, Zong Shou's expression was also a little uncertain. The look in his eyes when he looked at Chu Xue was extremely strange. Fortunately, after a few breaths, he calmed down.
"Do you understand? A slight change in the posture may mean the strength exerted and the speed of the sword will increase or decrease accordingly. However, this sword technique is not always the same. The wind speed, the terrain, and even the light can be used! "
Chuxue seemed to understand something, nodding her head like she didn't fully understand. His eyes shone brightly, his gaze towards Zong Shou was filled with respect and worship.
Zong Shou smiled secretly. In this era, this sword technique was called the immortal's guidance. It had many other names. However, ten thousand years later, it was called the Small Step Oblique Stab.
After more than ten thousand years, the conclusion of countless martial arts practitioners, combined with the human body mechanics, the improved sword technique had surpassed the so-called "immortal's guidance" by too much.
In terms of sword theory, it was far superior to this era. It was more than enough to frighten this little girl.
However, Zong Shou's face did not show the slightest bit. He still kept a straight face and said, "Understood. Then practice the sword according to what I said!"
Chu Xue immediately panicked. She lifted the sword again and practiced the "immortal's guidance" in an orderly manner. However, this time, she followed Zong Shou's instructions exactly.
As expected, there was a sword whistle. Be it the speed or power, it exceeded Zong Shou's. At the tip of the sword, there was a little bit of energy, causing the sword attack to be even sharper.
Chu Xue was startled at first. Then, a look of joy appeared on her face. The way she looked at Zong Shou was filled with more and more respect.
Zong Shou nodded slightly. He slowly placed the sword down and turned around to pick up the weasel hair brush. However, before he started to write, he hesitated. After a short while, a bitter smile appeared on his handsome face.
"However, Xue, in the future, you just need to familiarize yourself with those martial arts techniques. As for sword theory, fist theory, etc., don't bother about them. You don't need to learn from me … "
"Eh?"
Chu Xue's sword stopped once more. This time it was really weird. Her face was filled with grievance and she was about to cry, "Young Master, you don't want to teach me anymore?"
"It isn't that I don't want to teach you, but even if I did, it would be useless. Xue, do you know what intuition is? "
Seeing that Xue still didn't understand, Zong Shou sighed. He thought back to not long ago, the sword that he had predicted would definitely not be blocked.
"Xue, just now did you instinctively know that you had to do that to block me? This intuition can also be said to be battle instinct, battle intuition. In other words, Xue, you are much stronger than those brainless beasts that only rely on their instincts to fight. What sword theory, fist theory, and the mysteries of the martial path, in front of you, Xue, they are all trash … "
Chu Xue nodded her head in a daze. Being praised, she was a little happy. However, her head was filled with black lines, "Young Master, you must be indirectly saying that Xue is dumber than those beasts, right?"
Zong Shou couldn't help but click his tongue, a weird expression on his face, "How rare, Xue actually understood!"
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