The king of Hades who was hunted down by the system

Chapter 103 Killing Sword
There was a sword on the table, together with his bamboo hat.And the one holding the scabbard is a pair of well-proportioned hands with calluses, but they are still beautiful. As long as people look at it, they will subconsciously feel that it is the hands of a swordsman.

Mo Rang didn't even lift his head, and took a sip of the tasteless tea with downcast eyes.

"What are you doing with us?"

Countless conspiracy theories crossed his mind, and he looked up at the uninvited guest.

Yo, looks familiar.

The uninvited guest was wearing a lavender brocade jacket with ink and ink. His long black hair hung down behind him and was tied up meticulously. It gave people the impression that he was clean and capable, standing like a rock like a pine rock, and had good facial features. His eyebrows were sword-like and star-eyed, but there were many eyebrows. With a little honesty, looking honest and direct, it was Lu Zhao who had just stood beside Quan Yuanqing.

It was probably because he had seen the old fox a lot, but when he saw this somewhat simple and honest young man, he felt a sense of intimacy.

What he didn't know was that Lu Zhao was also looking at him.

Lu Zhao has been studying at Meteor Mountain Villa since he can remember. He is highly talented, and his understanding of swordsmanship can be said to be [-]/[-]. After the way of the sword, I unconsciously wanted to follow.

Of course, the instruction from the senior brother is just another story.

He looked at the other party. After taking off her bamboo hat, the woman's face was too pale. She looked like she was recovering from a serious illness. She must have suffered internal injuries. If the serious injuries were not healed, then her level as a warrior would make sense.

A master deserves his serious treatment.

Lu Zhao sat upright opposite Mo Rang and Liu Yun, with a serious expression on his taut handsome face, as if he was about to say something important in the next second.

Mo Rang had a good first impression of this person, so he just listened quietly, even Liu Yun wondered how this person could be so familiar.

Lu Zhaodao: "You don't know how to use a sword."

"..."

Mo Rang frowned. He had indeed not learned swordsmanship properly. He had been busy recovering and sorting out his thoughts these days. In order to pretend, he only glanced at the evil ghost's swordsmanship for a while, and the few moves he had just defeated Zhou Liang were updated. It was undisguised, using Sen Luo Xue Dao's moves, opening and closing, and the long sword with ghost aura was as fast as lightning, but the shadow of the saber technique could still be seen.

So as not to be disturbed, Mo Rang felt that the person in front of him was interesting, and asked, "So what."

Lu Zhao said seriously: "Swords are not used like this, you should use knives."

It's still the kind of slender one that can chop off a person's head at once.

He thought to himself, but saw the woman in front of him curling her lips and smiling, and said, "If you want to use it for a moment, then use it. Compared to a sword, doesn't a sword look more beautiful?"

Mo Rang provoked him, and sure enough he saw the other person's face turning red with anger.

The brocade-clothed man was not good at words, he seemed to grit his teeth, twitched his cheeks a few times and said: "Swords are not used to look good..."

"What is that? And why are you using a sword?"

Lu Zhao felt that the woman's eyes on the opposite side were deep, as if they wanted to shine into people's hearts, they were obviously the kind of eyes that could be called kind...

"I use my sword...to kill people..."

Lu Zhao recalled when his master was standing in front of the court when he was young, the crabapple flowers beside him were in full bloom, and all the clusters were full of beautiful flowers that were about to decay.

He remembered every gesture and every step of the master, and kept remembering the so-called artistic conception of the meteorite in his heart, thinking that he did a good job.

But Master just stood in front of him with dissatisfaction on his face, even the shadow cast by his tall body was as deep as a mountain.

"Why do you use a sword?"

That's what he asked himself too.

The master with a fierce face pulled out the sword in his hand, threw it very far, and a slap landed on his face accurately.The sword fell to the ground, making a clear collision sound, and he felt that it was his sword crying.

"You have to remember, your sword is a murder sword! If you use your sword in such a rigid and non-murderous manner next time, it will not be as simple as a slap!"

……

Lu Zhao stared blankly at Mo Rang, and what he said was cruel and pure.Mo Rang felt that Lu Zhao in front of him was a brat who had gone astray.

"It's quite pure." Mo Rang grinned, "There are countless artistic conceptions in the way of swordsmanship. Those who can practice to the extreme are all because of the word "purity." It's a pity that your heart is not pure enough."

Lu Zhao frowned and said, "I only have swordsmanship and sect in my heart, how can I be impure?"

"When you choose to help that old fox brother, you are no longer a pure swordsman."

Lu Zhao saw that the man whose breath was like soft cotton suddenly became sharp.

As if to pierce the confusion hidden deep in my heart.

"This heroine, your face!"

Just at this time, the noodles were served, and Liu Yun, who had been serving as the background board, lowered her head and ate wildly.

Mo Rang also set the noodle bowls, "If you want to obliterate all sentient beings, you can learn from your brother's scheming."

"I don't know who taught you swordsmanship. You are very talented. At this age, you haven't developed sword intent yet."

Lu Zhao saw that he said it lightly, and a storm arose in his heart.

"Sword Intent, Sword Intent." His clenched fist trembled slightly, "It is not easy to practice Sword Intent."

How many people, after practicing swordsmanship for a lifetime, can't develop artistic conception!This thing seems to have disappeared in the long river of history. If it weren't for a master-level person who possessed the artistic conception, he could hardly believe the existence of the artistic conception.

But even if he knew, the artistic conception was too far away from him, and even hearing about it seemed like a luxury.

However, right now, looking at the indifferent and pale face of the woman in front of him, he felt that there was hope.

For the first time in my life, I am so close to the artistic conception.

"It's not easy, you need to experience it yourself."

Mo Rang raised his eyebrows and finished the bowl while the other party was distracted, feeling that it was a pity that he could not savor it carefully.

He stood up and put the hat on again, "Since you've made up your mind, go back. It's not a good habit to follow others. You should be thankful that I have a good temper."

"I'll go with you!"

"Well, hurry back. Huh?"

Mo Rang didn't really want to bring another younger brother by his side. He said he was bringing a younger brother, but he wanted to worry about his old mother. If there was such a younger brother with the sword idiot attribute, he would be exhausted, let alone the other party behind his back. Meteor Mountain Villa.

Lu Zhao looked at him seriously, with firm eyes, "I will teach you the sword, and you will teach me the artistic conception."

Mo Rang was about to be laughed at, this man really took his excuse that he used the sword for beauty!
"It's my fault no matter what I think."

Mo Rang didn't say whether he agreed or disagreed, but walked towards the inn with long legs.

As long as I walk fast, troubles cannot catch up with me.

Liu Yun followed bitterly, looked at Lu Zhao who was also following closely behind, and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy.

(End of this chapter)