A long gash was cut on Que Xiu's wrist. His face was expressionless as he watched the blood dripping like a thread.
Lao Que guided the blood to drip on the weapon, "The Murong family has been forging magical weapons for generations, and the immortal magic aura is in their blood, which just makes up for the lack of being a teacher. Use your blood to temper this weapon, and it will be completed."
The blood gradually soaked into the blade, and the original seven-color brilliance suddenly became bright and dazzling, overflowing from the thatched house and shining directly into the sky.
Que Xiu wrapped the wound casually and couldn't wait to hold the knife in his hand. The blade was red and hot, but he didn't realize it. "Master, what is the mystery of this weapon?"
"The teacher doesn't know the properties of this weapon, and neither does the enemy. This is its mystery. Surprise is the key to victory." When Lao Quetou spoke, his eyes flashed with pride.
Que Xiu fiddled with it gently, and the seven-color strange knife appeared and disappeared in his hand.
"Teacher, name it 'Wuxian'. It belongs to you..."
Que Xiu holds the sword in his hand, the blade is shining and very beautiful.
"This is a magic weapon. It can be moved at will. As long as you practice diligently, you will reach the state where man and sword become one!"
"Then Master, with this sword, I can defeat my opponent?"
Lao Que looked solemn and said, "Your small victory today was a complete fluke. You only have the strength to measure your skills, but you have no moves. You will easily lose in a real battle!"
"Then what should I do?"
"There are still ten days before the official competition. You have to use such a short time to find someone to practice with and learn from your opponents. Whether you can draw inferences from one example and achieve quick results depends on your understanding!"
"Master, do you want me to challenge those who come to compete?"
"As long as you spar with someone within the confines of Murong Villa, the other party won't dare to kill you. Even if you lose, you can escape unscathed!"
Que Xiu heard his master's words and turned around to leave. The master told him: "Don't use your weapon, it will be your ' trump card' in the official competition!"
At this time, Murong Yue looked gloomy and was pacing back and forth in the hall. Yun Yin came quickly and said, "The dazzling seven-color light at the foot of the mountain just now came from the direction of Huidui Slope, where is the old Quetou Thatched Cottage." Where.”
Murong Yue was not surprised and continued to listen to his report, "The disciples who were sent came back and reported that behind the seven-color light, there was strong magic radiating outward, as if a powerful magic weapon had been born!"
Seeing that he was indifferent, Yun Yin added: "I also heard the disciples talking about it. The disciples of Lao Que actually defeated the disciples of the Tianshi sect with their bare hands. It seems that their skills are very good!"
"This is impossible!" Murong's head blurted out: "He has been under our supervision for the past five years, and we have never seen him learn martial arts. Can he learn it by himself without a teacher?"
Yunyin sneered and said: "Let me lead people to arrest them and torture them until they know what they are doing!"
The head of the family waved his hands repeatedly, "How can you convince the public if you are an unknown teacher? Is it illegal to practice martial arts secretly?"
"What is the owner worried about?"
Murong Yue thought for a moment, but answered the question incorrectly, "Let people keep an eye on them day and night. In addition, go to Xuanji Pavilion to collect all the information on Lao Que..."
The night was deep and Murong Yue could not sleep. A scroll was opened and closed in his hand, and then opened again. There were only a few lines on it. "Quexuan, a native of Qingzhou, entered the Murong family in the early autumn of 1911 and was listed as a disciple of the lay family. His qualifications were mediocre and he failed to be promoted to a high school in five years. He was eager to achieve success in practice and became obsessed with magic. He lost all his magic power... In the autumn of the last year of Ding, he accidentally fell. Valley, coma for ten days before you wake up..."
The experience of this old man is simple and can be seen through at a glance. There is no secret at all. Such a mediocre and ordinary person is extremely insignificant. What secret does he have? What ability could he have to make himself so uneasy? He was puzzled.
For several days in a row, Que Xiu went out early and came back late. He was often exhausted, covered in dirt, and sometimes had a bruised nose and face. Under the moonlight, he showed his master the moves he had learned today. His fists and kicks were vigorous and powerful. Lao Que gave pointers from time to time, secretly praising his disciple's talent and being a good material for martial arts training.
Que Xiu wanted to practice weapons, but Old Que waved his hand to stop him and winked at Lin Zhong. The disciple understood, picked up a wooden stick from the ground, and danced up and down, making people dizzy.
During the break, the master said seriously: "You can master the opponent's fists and kicks, and you can also draw inferences and turn them into weapon moves. I am very happy as a teacher. It's a pity that this is a quick success. You have too little actual combat experience. This is your fatal weakness!" "
Que Xiu was a little frustrated after hearing this, but his master encouraged him: "Don't worry, I have a trump card as a master, and I will definitely make you stand out!"
Three days later, with the sun shining brightly, Que Xiu put on clean clothes and went straight to the inspection office in front of the ring. He handed a silver token in and said, "I want to sign up for this martial arts competition!"
The disciple in charge inside looked at the token, which had complicated patterns and two large characters "Yu Shan" written in official script in the middle. He raised his hand and threw out the token, "I have never heard of this sect, who knows if you are a spy of the evil sect!"
Que Xiu said with a smile: "I, the Yushan sect, are also a well-known and upright sect, and are qualified to participate in this conference. You don't know that you are ignorant!"
A disciple next to him whispered: "I heard from Master that there is indeed a 'Yu Shan Sect'. It rose to fame twenty years ago and is also a member of the Decent Alliance."
The disciple in charge was still hesitating, "It is very dangerous to participate in a martial arts tournament. Life or death is unpredictable. Everyone has to sign a life and death document. Aren't you afraid of death?"
Without saying a word, Que Xiu picked up the writing brush and signed his name on the document. After the disciple in charge hesitated, he took out a golden belt and was about to hand it to him when suddenly a scolding came from behind him.
Yun Yin floated over, his sharp eyes swept across everyone's faces, and all the disciples quickly stood up and saluted. "You are not qualified to participate in the martial arts tournament because you are a slave of the Murong family and not a disciple of the Yushan sect at all."
Que Xiu was not surprised, "Master is really good at predicting things. He expected that you would say this. I heard that there is a convention in the conference. As long as he can catch three moves of the previous generation's disciples, anyone is qualified to participate in the competition. I am willing to accept the cloud. Three moves from Senior Hidden!"
This time it was Yunyin and the disciples' turn to be surprised. Yunyin is the top master besides the family leader, and he is in charge of the war hall. Who knows about his high magical power? Back when he subdued the rock python demon, Yun Yin shattered the rock python's spiritual body with one palm, and the hundred-foot-long body suddenly collapsed. Rumors in the world were moved by the news. This young guy dared to issue a challenge this year, which is really asking for his own death.
Yunyin chuckled and said: "Young people don't know how high the sky is. I don't care about your arrogance. Just retreat on your own!"
Que Xiu had already made up his mind, "Senior made all kinds of excuses just to prevent me from competing? This seems hard to convince the public!"
Yunyin sneered: "Since you insist on seeking death, I will help you..."
