"Being frightened, passive value, +1."
Xu Xiaoshou stared at the young man who was in a mess, but could still talk.
It was obvious that this was a young man who was in extreme despair, and he only had a wooden sword in his hand.
But for some reason, when that talk of swordsmanship poured out of his mouth, his whole person was sprinkled with the radiance of divinity.
There he stood.
In the attic on the ground floor of the first floor in the sky, where there was insufficient light, even the face could only be seen as a blurred half outline under the backlight of the door.
The words he talks about are so inspiring!
"Boom."
The ancient wooden clock in the hall was ringing quietly.
After the sound, the young man's stubborn figure was suddenly pulled up a little.
"Gulu~"
Xu Xiaoshou swallowed.
For just a few moments, he had no idea that the information column had already displayed "scared" several times.
Yes, he was frightened, quite a bit.
"Sealing the sword until old age, will I become a saint?"
Xu Xiaoshou has a good memory.
He vaguely remembered that the first half of this sentence appeared in the mouth of Gou Wuyue, the Seven Sword Immortal, in the White Cave.
At that time, even Gou Wuyue could not be as sure as Xiao Wanfeng in his words.
We can only adopt a speculative mentality, put it in that situation, and turn it into a pretentious tone, trying to deceive the trump card of Ba Zunzhen.
Now, this young man probably has never even seen what the Eight Masters look like!
but……
He said it!
And he said it so definitely!
The key is that what he said was verified by the blood-stained blood of the seven hundred white clothes beside Gou Wuyue, and was even acknowledged by Ba Zunzhen personally. It is an established fact!
"This is a genius." Xu Xiaoshou exclaimed in his heart.
Perhaps in the first few quarters of an hour, he didn't pay much attention to this young man, and all his attention was attracted by the Seven Swords Immortal Mei Siren.
But now, he is absolutely sure that even though this young man is currently in a state of decline, with such unique insights into the art of swordsmanship, he will definitely be a figure as long as he does not encounter any unexpected events in the future.
According to legends, rumors, and the inconspicuous traces of battle left in the White Cave...
A mortal!
A mortal who was not even a spiritual refiner, he came to a conclusion that not even the entire Holy Temple dared to draw lightly.
The key conclusion is unknown to outsiders, but Xu Xiaoshou knows for sure...it is correct!
Recalling the time when he chopped off the dead branches in white clothes in the hands of the Eight Masters, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but ask: "Hiding the sword, when hiding the sword, can other objects be used instead of drawing the sword?"
With one word, Mei Siren was also shocked and uncertain, and the terrible pressure on Xiao Wanfeng's solemn face was shattered.
The young man turned around and shook his head solemnly.
"cannot."
"No?" Xu Xiaoshou was shocked. This answer was very different from what he expected.
"Yes."
Xiao Wanfeng was extremely confident: "The reason why Hidden Swordsmanship is called Hidden Swordsmanship is because he has restrained all his sharp edges in the way of the sword, avoided all the attention of the sword holder from the avenue, and completely returned to his original nature. After a day of misfortune, draw your sword out of its scabbard and stand on the ground...the most ideal state is to become a saint on the ground."
"Of course, if the person who hides the sword draws his sword before again, no matter what method, it will be like a monk breaking the precepts, and all the previous achievements will be wasted."
Xu Xiaoshou was silent after hearing this.
He paused for a moment, then recalled Xiao Wanfeng's words just now, and asked: "Are these the conclusions you came to after thoroughly studying the art of hidden swords, or are they the conclusions of predecessors?"
Xiao Wanfeng was startled.
This question was so sharp that he couldn't react for a while.
"Of course this is the predecessor..."
He spoke subconsciously, but in the middle of his words, Xiao Wanfeng's face suddenly turned red.
yes!
I had said shamelessly before that I wanted to stand on the shoulders of those who came before me, but I couldn’t sit back and rest on my laurels.
Now, I am also framed by the conclusions of the predecessors, and came to the conclusion that when the sword is hidden, the sword cannot be drawn at all.
But is this really the case?
Yes!
Based on more than ten years of pursuit of swordsmanship, Xiao Wanfeng knows that no one can avoid the gaze of heaven and draw the sword in other ways while hiding the sword.
But he is a person who doesn't like to be restricted by rules, and he always feels that there are no absolutes in this world.
There is no record in ancient books, which does not mean that there is really no such strange person in this world.
"I'm still practicing the Hidden Sword Technique and haven't finished it yet, so I can't give a firm conclusion."
Xiao Wanfeng calmed down and hugged Xu Xiaoshou: "Thank you, Mr. Xu, for your guidance. What you mentioned will be my next research direction on hidden swordsmanship."
Xu Xiaoshou: "..."
So, are there so many projects that you are currently working on?
"Is there anything in this world that is similar to Hanzo's swordsmanship, or is there a way to use sword fingers, leaves, dead branches, etc. instead of attacking when hiding the sword?" Xu Xiaoshou asked again.
Xiao Wanfeng was asked again.
His level is limited and he cannot answer this question.
"have!"
Mei Siren on one side finally reacted and joined in the exchange of swordsmanship.
Unknowingly, he had regarded the three people here as an equal kendo tea party.
Except for Wu Cha, every word spoken by the other two participants could give me a little inspiration.
Don’t look at this as a small inspiration...
At the level of Seven Sword Immortals, it can be said that Mei Si himself is an encyclopedia of swordsmanship.
So even if there is only a little inspiration, it is equivalent to supplementing the details of the truth of kendo.
This kind of supplement, if you are not careful, may lead to a great avenue!
He is from Meisi, how dare he not treat him carefully?
"The art of hiding a sword, the one who hides the sword, is indeed as what Mr. Fu Ji said. There are situations where you can take action. As far as I know, there are two methods."
Mei Siren's voice was solemn, he tapped his folding fan lightly, paused, moved down and continued:
"First, reach the level of semi-saint cultivation, use the power of spiritual refining to isolate the way of heaven, and then act as a sword hider to achieve the purpose of drawing a sword..."
"But this method is meaningless. Hiding the sword is the highest, and it is supposed to be a saint. If the one who draws the sword is a saint, then using this method is tantamount to abandoning the basic and chasing the weak."
"As for two..."
Mei Siren looked at Xu Xiaoshou: "Strictly speaking, the swordsmanship in this world is based on the swordsmanship of the sword god Gu Louying and the Nine Swordsmanship."
"On this basis, if the swordsman is proficient in the nine swordsmanship, and uses this as a foundation to combine and derive his own swordsmanship, he will be able to jump out of the Five Elements and no longer be within the Three Realms."
"A Daoist fanatic can be fooled!"
Mei Siren gave Xu Xiaoshou a meaningful look.
His words were already obvious. Xiao Wanfeng, who was on the side, immediately recognized who it was and said solemnly: "The Eighth Sword Immortal?"
"Yes."
Mei Siren's eyes were burning, and he looked directly at Xu Xiaoshou who asked the question: "Among the sword cultivators in the world, only Bazun is the only one who can truly achieve this level, and only his era-defining sword thoughts... My friend, you see Are you familiar with the Bazun?"
Xu Xiaoshou's heart skipped a beat.
He didn't expect that he was already asking very vaguely.
But the two people in front of them still tore off the wrapping paper outside their words in a few words and went straight to the essence.
Are all smart people so scary?
"Having seen the Eighth Sword Immortal, I think..."
Xu Xiaoshou chuckled, pointed at Xiao Wanfeng and said: "To be honest, senior, like him, I have also been to the White Cave, and I have some unique insights of my own."
Mei Si's eyes were smiling and he didn't comment. He just tapped the folding fan and said: "I don't know why little friend Fu Ji asked, but if... this little friend here's inference comes true, indeed, the person who hides the sword in this world can There is only one person in the world who can draw a sword, and he is the Eight Masters!"
Mei Siren said and looked at Xiao Wanfeng: "Little friend, what is your name?"
Xiao Wanfeng suddenly became embarrassed and his face turned red.
"Junior Xiao Wanfeng, I have met Mr. Siren!"
Mei Si walked forward and asked kindly: "Are you willing to be Lao Chen's disciple?"
"?"
On one side, Xin Gugu was stunned. Is this really the Seven Swordsman? Why is he recruiting disciples everywhere?
He was still immersed in the misty words of the three people and could not get out of it. Just a moment ago, he saw the gloomy face of Mr. Siren and was about to kill the shameless Xiao Wanfeng.
Why are you recruiting disciples all of a sudden?
"I……"
To everyone's surprise, when faced with the sudden opportunity, Xiao Wanfeng did not choose to accept the opportunity. Instead, he looked embarrassed and full of hesitation: "Senior, I, I..."
"You do not want?"
Seeing this guy's reaction, Mei Si was also startled.
What happened today?
In the past, he was always successful in recruiting disciples, but he was rejected twice in a row?
"yes!"
Xiao Wanfeng struggled for a long time, gritted his teeth and said bravely: "Junior is indeed very confused about the way of swordsmanship, and wants to get answers, but he wants me to become a disciple... To be honest, senior, what Xu Shao said is actually junior. What’s in my heart, my sword, I want to go on my own!”
Becoming a master means learning the swordsmanship from the master.
But as for Xiao Wanfeng, he had already figured out his own path after more than ten years of hard work.
If a problem can be solved, that's naturally good.
But if he gives up his chosen path now and turns around to learn the path of the Seven Swords Immortals, maybe one day in the future, he may really become the next Seven Swords Immortals and the successor of the Meisi people.
But as long as the Meisi people don't become saints, it will be impossible for him, Xiao Wanfeng, to break through the Meisi people's path and walk in front of him.
For Xiao Wanfeng, the Eighth Sword Immortal is the object of his worship.
What he wants is to follow the path of the Eighth Sword Immortal, stand on the shoulders of his predecessors, and create his own way of swordsmanship.
To put it another way...
He is ambitious!
He refuses to be mediocre!
Today, let alone being from Meisi, even if Ba Zunzun was seeking to accept a disciple, Xiao Wanfeng would immediately refuse.
Maybe the sword thought is also very tempting, but what if the Eighth Sword Immortal cannot take that step in the end?
In this world, there is currently only one person who can truly become a god with swordsmanship.
That is the true legend of the Sword God of the Eastern Region - Sword God, Gulouying!
Perhaps at such a critical moment, Xiao Wanfeng was even embarrassed to tell the real reason why he refused to become a disciple, but he really realized it clearly...
Every sword cultivator wants to rely on their own swordsmanship to become a god, but there are only a few who can truly uphold their true intentions from beginning to end and not be tempted by external things.
The Eighth Sword Immortal counts as one, the others...
It seems like it’s gone.
"But I, Xiao Wanfeng, want to be the second one!"
Mei Siren's invitation to become a disciple, at this moment, turned into the sailing wind that solidified the direction of Xiao Wanfeng's lonely boat in the sea of heart.
Xiao Wanfeng's heart was howling.
He couldn't say anything, but his piercing eyes met Mei Siren's questioning look.
Even if he rejects the other party, he is not afraid at all.
"Hahaha..." Mei Siren suddenly raised his head and laughed.
He was really happy.
I accepted a disciple twice today, but was rejected twice.
But the long-lost pleasure in my heart is actually so wonderful.
For him, he actually doesn't know when, accepting disciples became a means to verify the true intention of a sword cultivator.
The opportunity given by the Seven Swordsmen is indeed a real opportunity for every swordsman.
But for the swordsman who really has the final direction, that is a roadblock and a stumbling block!
Those who failed to reject themselves did not make the wrong choice.
Because they know that their future is limited, they choose to take a shortcut recognized by the world and reach the top from a different angle. What is wrong with this?
But for a truly indomitable swordsman, roadblocks are roadblocks, and stumbling blocks are stumbling blocks.
Sword Immortal, to put it bluntly, is just Sword Immortal.
He is not a sword master, let alone a sword god!
People who reject themselves may be said to be ignorant of good and bad, and are too ambitious. Even 99.99% of them give up halfway, which is not uncommon.
But even if only one person succeeds in the rest.
His future achievements will definitely be above those of the Seven Swordsmen!
"Xiao Wanfeng..."
Mei Siren murmured and patted the young man on the shoulder: "I respect your choice. During this period, I will still be here. If you have any questions about the sword, you can come and ask me at any time."
After saying this, he turned back.
"Thank you, senior!"
Xiao Wanfeng was overjoyed and immediately bowed to express his thanks. The veins in his hands that were holding the wooden sword so tightly bulged with excitement.
It's a good thing he doesn't have spiritual energy.
Otherwise, the wooden sword that accompanied him all the way would probably break if he lost his composure at this moment.
"Good guy..."
Xu Xiaoshou really glanced at this young man.
He rejected the Meisi people because he was "proficient in swordsmanship".
But Xiao Wanfeng really relied on his own perseverance to resist the temptation.
I would like to ask how many sword cultivators in the world can choose to refuse when Mr. Si Ren said, "You are willing to be Lao Chan's disciple"?
"Congratulations, all roads lead to Rome, but you chose the most difficult one. You may have to work hard for a hundred more years, or you may fall short in the end, and your swordsmanship will completely collapse." Xu Xiaoshou sighed and faced Xiao Wanfeng congratulated.
"Isn't the same true for Mr. Xu?" Xiao Wanfeng smiled. At this moment, his heart was firm, his spine straight, and he felt that his future was infinitely bright.
Rejection, rebirth...suddenly become equivalent.
After all, I have rejected even the Seven Sword Immortals. Who else in the world can do anything to win my heart?
"We are different..."
Xu Xiaoshou laughed and said nothing, but wanted to find Xin Gugu and prepare a room for the frustrated Mr. Siren.
But when he turned around, Xin Gugu ran up to the old man.
"Senior, senior, as the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. Although I didn't have much respect for you outside just now, even though I have never fought with a sword."
"But as the old saying goes, the best time to plant a tree, except ten years ago, is now."
Xin Gugu grabbed Mei Siren's robe, bowed, and burst into tears: "The two of them didn't know how to commend themselves, so they rejected their seniors. I'm different. I want to learn swordsmanship. Please accept me as... poof!"
"Pia" sound.
Mei Siren folded his fan and printed the left side of Xin Gugu's face red, knocking his words away.
"Shut up."
"Uh, senior, junior, you're not joking. It doesn't matter if you are rejected. Look at me. Don't think I'm old just because I'm a throne. In fact, that's because I'm a genius. I'm not much older than Mr. Xu. I can still learn the sword now..."
"Pia!"
There was another sound, and the right side of Xin Gugu's face was also slapped red.
He was about to cry: "That's not right. Why can they accept it but I can't? I don't accept it. I'm also very powerful. I can kick that Xu away with just one kick..."
"Being sarcastic, passive value, +1."
Xu Xiaoshou swiped the head of a flying whip, and Xin Gugu's body spun and was directly mounted on the wall panel in the shape of "Wu".
"Bang!"
There was a heavy sound in the hall.
Xiao Wanfeng's eyelashes trembled and his body trembled. Looking at Xin Gugu whose head was almost wiped out, his heart trembled for no reason.
"What, what's going on, he, he, he...isn't he the throne?"
"Is this going to fly?"
