Time passed day by day, and another month passed in the blink of an eye.
During this month, Mu Xuan was still the same as before. In the morning, he practiced basic swordsmanship and the Dugu Nine Swords taught to him by Uncle Zhao. At noon, he took time to practice the Sunflower Movement in the mountains and forests outside. In the evening, he continued to practice the Xiantian Wuxiang Divine Skill and Innate Wuxiang refers to the sword.
During this period, Mu Xuan also took the time to go to Guangyang Mansion and interact with the people arranged by the Five Poison Sect to sell medicinal materials outside, and purchased some medicinal materials, of course, they were all normal ones.
Mu Xuan plans to wait until he reaches the Xiantian realm to buy some precious medicinal materials.
Mu Xuan's time schedule is full, and to be honest, he is a little tired!
Mu Xuan, who had made up his mind, was already thinking about finding a suitable opportunity to change Jishi Hall to San Bu Medical.
Mu Xuan has opened up ten meridians of the Twelve Meridians, and with only two left, Mu Xuan can break through to the innate realm. Mu Xuan estimates that it will take at least one and a half months.
Mu Xuan thought that after a month and a half, when he would break through the innate realm, it would be the time to change his name to Sanbuyi!
This morning, Mu Xuan was holding a fine steel sword and was performing the Dugu Nine Swords, the sword-breaking style, the palm-breaking style, and the knife-breaking style. Mu Xuan used every move. Uncle Zhao, who was standing aside, was leaning on crutches, nodding his head with a smile.
After a long time, Mu Xuan used up all his sword skills and looked at Uncle Zhao with a smile, "Uncle Zhao, how are you?"
"It's really good!"
Uncle Zhao nodded. This time he was not afraid of Mu Xuan being arrogant. The martial arts of Dugu Nine Swords is not simple! Mu Xuan was able to master it completely within a month, which is really amazing!
"Thanks to Uncle Zhao for this!"
Mu Xuan said with a smile, glanced at the fine steel sword in his hand, put it back into the scabbard, then walked towards Uncle Zhao, stretched out his hand to support him, but his right hand touched Uncle Zhao's crutch, "I'm going to use the sword." I don’t have a deep understanding of martial arts such as Fa and Palm Techniques, and I still can’t understand the essence of the knife-breaking style and other moves. Fortunately, Uncle Zhao can help me clear up my doubts!”
Uncle Zhao narrowed his eyes, looked at Mu Xuan, and picked up the crutch in his right hand. On the other end of the crutch, Mu Xuan's right hand was holding his crutch. "Is this how you thank me?"
Uncle Zhao laughed angrily.
"Tsk, Uncle Zhao, we have to be kind!"
Mu Xuan clicked his tongue, with an expression like "Why are you like this?"
"Uncle Zhao, we both agreed that if I can master the Dugu Nine Swords proficiently within a month, you will give me this crutch sword. Why are you still turning your back on me?"
Mu Xuan said with a smile.
Uncle Zhao shook his head, "Old man, I have seen thick-skinned people, but I have never seen anyone as thick-skinned as you!"
"It seems like I haven't accepted your so-called bet, old man?"
Uncle Zhao asked with a smile.
During this time, Mu Xuan disliked the fact that the fine steel sword was not as sharp as the crutch sword, so he set his sights on his crutch sword.
Uncle Zhao clearly remembered that Mu Xuan poured him a whole jar of daughter's red wine that day!
Showing courtesy for nothing is either a traitor or a thief. Uncle Zhao knew this well, so he pretended to be drunk. Seeing that he was drunk, Mu Xuan came up to him, and the devil-like whisper sounded in his ears: "Uncle Zhao, let's Let’s make a bet. If I master the Dugu Nine Swords within a month, give me your crutch sword!”
When Uncle Zhao heard this, he sobered up decisively. Mu Xuan was still shameless and told him every day that he had agreed to Mu Xuan's bet.
Mu Xuan stopped making jokes and was ready to convince others with reason: "Uncle Zhao, who is the real master? Who can carry the weapon? Look at Zhang Sanfeng..."
Uncle Zhao snorted coldly, "He has a real sword!"
"Senior Dugu Qiubei has reached the point where he can win with a sword without a sword, but he doesn't need a sword anymore, right?"
Mu Xuan asked again.
"Hmph, have you seen him before? The old man has seen him before. I told him to use a sword, so he used a sword!"
Uncle Zhao retorted again, and the rebuttal was very forceful. What Mu Xuan said was only what he had heard, but this man had seen it with his own eyes!
"Uncle Zhao, I actually think that using martial arts like your Sunflower Book and weapons like embroidery needles is the most appropriate!"
Mu Xuan decided to change the direction to convince Uncle Zhao.
"Carry an embroidery needle with you. Old man, I'm even worried about pricking myself when I sleep!"
Uncle Zhao smiled. Seeing that Mu Xuan still wanted to speak, Uncle Zhao shook his head, "Okay, okay, you kid, don't you just want a weapon?"
"Look, my stainless steel sword is too ordinary. If I meet senior martial artists in the future and they ask me who taught me swordsmanship, if I say it was you, wouldn't they laugh at your status? Are you using this kind of ordinary weapon for your juniors?!"
Mu Xuan said, shaking his head and sighing again, as if I was thinking about your reputation.
"There will be weapons. You just wait. Why are you so anxious?"
Uncle Zhao said with a smile.
When Mu Xuan heard this, he raised his head and looked at Uncle Zhao. What do you mean?
"When the old man was in the palace, I had quite a collection. Among the many weapons, I chose a crutch sword. It is easy to use and has great power. However, among the many collections of the old man, there is another one. This sword is even more powerful than this crutch sword!"
The smile on Uncle Zhao's face paused and he said seriously.
Mu Xuan's eyes showed suspicion. With such a good weapon, why don't you keep it for yourself?
Uncle Zhao saw the curiosity in Mu Xuan's eyes and immediately explained, "I am so old, do I still have to walk around with a sword? This crutch sword is obviously more suitable for me!"
"It's not like I haven't thought about putting the sword body of Wentian Wenjian into the crutch. It's just that the shape of Wenjian Wenjian was so beautiful that I couldn't bear to destroy it, so I kept it! It's better to keep it than to give it away. Here you go!”
Listening to Uncle Zhao's words, a hint of emotion flashed in Mu Xuan's eyes. This Uncle Zhao was gifted with both martial arts and a sword. He just got the Tianwen Sword...
etc!
Tianwen? !
Mu Xuan's eyes widened and he looked at Uncle Zhao, "Uncle Zhao, when you ask about swords today, whose sword is it?"
"I don't know about this either. Old man, I accidentally got it from a tomb robber. The sword was engraved with the word "Tian Wen"!
Uncle Zhao shook his head.
Mu Xuan also shook his head, "Who cares, let's see after you get it!"
Mu Xuan felt that the crutch sword in Uncle Zhao's hand was sharp enough, but the sharpness that day was still higher than that of the crutch sword. This was really extraordinary!
From this point of view, Mu Xuan doesn't care whether the sword is Qin Shihuang's sword or not. As long as it is sharp enough, Mu Xuan likes it!
whee! The strength is getting stronger again!
I can live happily again!
"Uncle Zhao, where is Tianwen? I'll go get it myself!"
Mu Xuan quickly asked, Uncle Zhao didn't know where he kept such a magical weapon. What if someone stole it? Really!
"Your boy's strength is too low. When I break through the innate realm, I will consider whether to get Tianwen for you! During this time, I will use this stainless steel sword to hone my swordsmanship and martial arts!"
"Besides, you are very brave, you dare to grab the old man's crutch sword directly!"
Uncle Zhao chuckled, and Mu Xuan felt the hairs all over his body stand up. He immediately turned around and started using the Sunflower Body Technique to leave, but the next moment, Mu Xuan's acupuncture points were pressed, and waves of soreness and itching came from him, like a thousand... It's like ants eating Mu Xuan, it's not painful, but it's unbearable!
"Hahaha~! Uncle Zhao, it tickles me to death!"
Mu Xuan couldn't bear it anymore and laughed so hard that he burst into tears.
"The old man has drilled eighteen large acupoints for you, and they will be released automatically in four hours! But if the old man were you, try to see if you can break free on your own. Otherwise, you will laugh for four hours. The old man is sure that you will be sure tomorrow. I can’t get up!”
Mu Xuan laughed loudly while listening to Uncle Zhao's words, "Listen carefully, the old man only says it once!"
Uncle Zhao told Mu Xuan how to unlock the acupuncture points on his own.
He has good intentions and is taking the opportunity to teach Mu Xuan Jianghu's experience. If someone taps an acupuncture point in the future, he can also unblock it according to his method.
It's just that... Uncle Zhao's finger strength and internal strength were far beyond Mu Xuan's imagination. Mu Xuan could only wear away Uncle Zhao's finger strength little by little, and then unlock the acupuncture points.
In the meantime...smile!
"Humph, you brat!"
When Uncle Zhao left the hospital, he heard the sound of Mu Xuan laughing in his ears. He smiled complacently, and then walked into the inn. He was getting older and wanted to chat, but he didn't want to chat with someone who could only laugh. Just go to the inn opposite and have some fun.
