Lin Ming held Jian Wuxu's shoulders.
Jian Wuxu took out two breaths gently, and his expression gradually calmed down.
Lin Ming said: "Do you have a way to find her?"
Jian Wuxu shook his head, "She is the chief. I can't determine her position, but she can determine my position."
The little guy stretched out his little paws, "Then doesn't she know that we are back?"
As soon as these words came out, Lin Ming and Jian Wuxu looked at each other.
Lin Ming bent his index finger and rubbed the tip of his brow, "Xuanwen Sword Academy is in the capital of Ning Kingdom. How long is the fastest way to get here from there?"
Jian Wuxu opened his eyes wide and raised his thick eyebrows.
"You mean she asked Xuanwen Sword Academy for help?"
"Yes, as the chief, she evaded responsibility and killed her fellow disciples. This is an unforgivable crime." Lin Ming nodded.
Jian Wuxu suddenly realized, "So he must find someone from the Mo family in the Xuanwen Sword Academy to help him."
Lin Ming raised the corners of his mouth slightly and raised his sword eyebrows.
"Anyone who is strong in the Holy Realm will attract attention when he moves around, so the person coming must be from the Dao Realm. To reach the Dao Realm from the capital, it will take about two days."
"Can you guess the candidate?"
Jian Wuxu walked back and forth for a few steps, then suddenly stopped.
"Since the person coming is a Taoist master and must belong to both the Mo Family and the Xuanwen Sword Academy, then Mo Shanhuai must be the best candidate."
Afterwards, Jian Wuxu briefly explained this person's strength and his position as the instructor of Xuanwen Sword Academy.
This position has great power and can decide whether low-level tutors and ordinary students should stay or go.
The two of them took a moment together.
Jian Wuxu said: "It seems like she wants me to take responsibility?"
Lin Ming smiled coldly and shook his head slightly, "Brother Jian thinks of people too simply."
"Putting the blame on you. You are still alive. When the dean investigates, it will be difficult for Mo Yingxue, the chief, to avoid getting into trouble."
"However, if you die, she will be the only one alive in Xuanwen Sword Academy during this trip to Black Mountain, and she will be whatever she says."
"Other outsiders, such as us and Aoba City, were in a hostile position at the time. Whatever we say afterwards cannot be trusted."
Jian Wuxu's pupils swayed slightly, "It's impossible..."
Before he finished speaking, he thought of Mo Yingxue's appearance of "abandoning her sect and escaping from Xue Wuchang" and her current conjecture.
He didn't dare to have the slightest trust in Mo Yingxue.
This woman has extremely evil thoughts!
"The human heart is far more sinister than demons and monsters." Jian Wuxu sighed.
Lin Ming shook his head, "Brother Jian, please don't move around for the time being, otherwise you may encounter unexpected events. It's better to go to the City Lord's Mansion to stay temporarily."
"In the Ning Kingdom, the royal Ning family is so powerful that even foreign forces such as the Xuanwen Sword Academy do not dare to mess around. It is impossible for them to blatantly attack the main palace of Qingye City."
Jian Wuxu thought for a few seconds, then nodded and said, "Just listen to Brother Lin's arrangements."
Soon, Lin Ming introduced Jian Wuxu to Xiao Hansheng.
Xiao Han had been promoted to an official for many years and had already become a man. Lin Ming said a few words and he already understood in his heart.
Patting his chest, Xiao Hansheng said: "Don't worry, little friend Lin Ming, your friends are my friends. Besides, I appreciate people with a moral heart the most. Nothing will happen to Jian Wuxu in our Qingye City."
Jian Wuxu nodded and thanked, "Thank you, City Lord."
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Farewell to everyone, Lin Ming and the little guy headed to Cao Zhuqing's other courtyard.
Entering the small courtyard, Wenren Qianyi and Xu Aodong had a rare duel.
Wenren Qianyi's cultivation level was extremely high, just enough to allow Xu Aodong to make moves freely.
Xu Aodong was praised by the people for his three swords, saying that he could cut off any injustice with three swords, and his three swords were extremely powerful.
The first knife was handed out, nothing special.
The second sword came out again, like swift and violent thunder, like a violent wave that destroyed all things, fast and fierce.
When the third sword strikes, the color of heaven and earth changes. What the opponent faces is no longer one person and one sword, but the justice that should exist between heaven and earth.
When Lin Ming entered the small courtyard, what he saw happened to be the third knife.
This sword is dignified, not extremely fast, but unable to dodge, not extremely powerful, but difficult to resist.
With Lin Ming's vision, even with the blessing of the divine inscription "Guan", he could not see any flaws in this third sword for the time being.
If there was a flaw, it would probably be to prevent Xu Sandao from preparing to deliver this terrifying third sword.
However, facing this sword directly, Wenren Qianyi still had the leisure to guide Lin Ming.
"Watch out, I'm a master of the Xuanzhu lineage!"
Lin Ming was stunned for a moment and felt a little awe-inspiring - the two seniors had caught up and deliberately showed off to him.
Wenren Qianyi raised his palm to welcome the sword that was as powerful as heaven and earth.
boom!
The two collided, causing a violent shock wave, but it was annihilated within a range of one foot.
"This is?!" Lin Ming was slightly surprised and immediately saw the mystery of this palm.
One palm uses the three basic ways of the Xuanzhu lineage - Baidu!
The moment the palm collided with the knife, it vibrated hundreds of times, just like a hammer striking countless times in an instant.
At the same time, after seeing through the secret of the palm, Lin Ming also realized the mystery of the sword——
The strength of the sword does not lie in anything else, it all depends on the intention.
Xu Aodong traveled around the world and developed a unique meaning in his heart over the years. This is not just the meaning of the sword, but a special artistic conception.
It was difficult to explain clearly the difference between the sword's intention and its artistic conception, but Lin Ming could feel the essential difference.
To compare.
Although the practice of sword intention is difficult, there are traces to follow.
The artistic conception belongs to that person alone and cannot be copied by outsiders.
Another point is that the former improves strength by about 10% to 30%, and even the strongest sword intent can only increase by 50% at most.
But the artistic conception was different. With the third sword shot just now, Xu Aodong's combat power had already approached the peak of the Dao Realm from the Great Perfection of Taihe Realm.
A whole new level of improvement!
Shocked inexplicably, Lin Ming realized something and stared straight ahead.
His eyes did not reflect the figures of Wen Ren Qianyi and Xu Aodong, but kept replaying their swords and palms.
"What a strong understanding!" Wenren Qianyi grinned and stretched out his hand to wave, and the little guy flew into his big palm leaf hand.
The little guy twisted his body, jumped up to the tea table, raised his head and asked, "Old guy, what's wrong with Brother Ming?"
Wenren Qianyi shrugged, "Good thing."
Little guy: (◍•ᴗ•◍)
Xu Aodong nodded, "It is indeed a good thing. I have been traveling in the world for decades, and I have never seen anyone with the understanding of little friend Lin Ming. What he saw was not only your palm, but also my sword."
"Oh? You mean he understood the artistic conception?" Wenren Qianyi was surprised.
You know, even he has never understood the artistic conception. This thing is not an ordinary idealism. If you can do it, you can do it. If you can't, you can't work hard.
Xu Aodong smiled, "Little friend Lin Ming seems to have seen the essence of my sword through your palm, and then he understood the sword with all his heart, and realized the artistic conception that is unique to him."
Wenren Qianyi spat, "Bah, bah, bah, it seems that there is something in your sword. I'm a hundred-forged strike that has endless magical effects. Whether it's against the enemy or forging, it's a superb skill. You know Shit."
Cao Zhuqing was making tea, meticulously, only the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
After a while, he completed the final process of making tea, put down the teapot, and chuckled:
"My little friend has learned something. You two should be quiet and don't disturb him."
