God level swordsman

Chapter 7 Divine Soil 1
In the early morning, Xu Hui sprinkled, and the deep yellow golden light spread on the bluestone of the martial arts field, as if it had been coated with a layer of golden lacquer.Wu Mu was sitting in the shade, her eyes were cold and her expression was stern, she just glanced at the place and then looked away.

A group of disciples gathered around and stared at Zhao Qiu and Zhao Tai in the middle of the field.

Zhao Qiu weighed the wooden sword, took a stance, and said with a sideways smile: "Second brother, don't hold back your hands."

"Elder Sister was joking." Zhao Tai bit his bullet and raised his sword helplessly.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the two of them without blinking, including every movement and expression, as if they wanted to engrave every frame of the picture in their minds.

"Second brother please first." Zhao Qiu said lightly.

Zhao Tai nodded, and slowly raised the sword, using the hungry tiger's pounce on the food in Tonggui's sword technique.With a low shout, his footsteps sank slightly, he stood up vigorously, raised his sword and stabbed forward.

Zhao Qiu's eyes flashed with excitement, and he struck first, knocking the wooden sword out of Zhao Tai's hand with one sword, and stabbed him on the shoulder without losing power.

Zhao Tai groaned and took a few steps back, holding his shoulders in pain.

"Ah, second brother, are you okay?"

There was an uproar all around, Zhao Tai's first move was broken by Zhao Qiu's sword, it was really terrifying.Zhao Qiu exclaimed, dropped the wooden sword, hurried forward, and asked with concern.

"It's okay, my brother's skills are not as good as others, so I will leave first."

Zhao Tai saluted with struggle and left quietly.

He turned around with an imperceptible smile on his lips.

"Oh, Xiao's movements are very fast. It seems that Zhao Qiu and Zhao Rui have obtained the mind. The combination of spirit and intention, her sword move just now has the power and influence that can only be obtained by combining the mind. There is no one among the other disciples who can rival her."

Although Zhao Tai is now in his youth, he has a hundred years of heart and soul. The momentary conflict of spirits is just a false name of "excellent talent". There are only disadvantages and no advantages.

Wu Mu looked at the direction Zhao Tai was leaving, thoughtfully.

Loud cheers erupted from the crowd, and all the disciples gathered around Zhao Qiu, praising him endlessly.

Among them, Zhao Yuansi and Zhao Biao's eldest son, Zhao Qingshan, and the second son, Zhao Liushui; Zhao Hu's son, Zhao Bao, showed disdain and returned to his original position to continue practicing.

"Brother's myth has finally been shattered. In the morning, he said that he only learned half-moves, so it turned out to be true. In the future, this kind of opportunity to hit him should be taken by me." Zhao Yuansi secretly clenched his fists, and then glanced at Zhao Qiu Waiting for others, he has a keen mind, and he has already seen that Zhao Qiu has obtained a matching mentality.

"In this way, some of the cousins ​​should also have obtained the mental method. It seems that my competitors are them."

Zhao Tai left the martial arts field, left the Zhao family, and walked on the streets of Qiancheng.

The city was full of traffic and people, and the bell doctors walking around the streets shook the copper bells in their hands, and the sound was like a bell, loudly selling his pills that could cure all diseases and prolong life.Pedestrians look indifferent, no one cares.

The bell doctor didn't think so, he was contented, and leisurely rang the bell to disappear into the flow of people.

There are various vendors on both sides of the street, fruits, pastries, hand-woven bamboo baskets and some gadgets. At the entrance of the alley, there are a few beggars in ragged clothes and sloppy hair. There is a broken bowl in front of them, which contains three or two. copper plate.

Qiancheng is just a small city, and the Nanling Dynasty is just a wild and wild place, which is in a corner, and the prosperity of the world cannot be seen.

After being reborn, Zhao Tai was in peace of mind. Now he needs to be steady and gain a firm foothold in the Nanling Dynasty before he can go further.

From the east of the city to the west of the city, then to the north of the city, then to the south of the city, and finally to the east of the city, repeating this several times, it is already the west of the sun, and it is getting late.

"Looks like it's not today, we still have to wait."

Zhao Tai went home and had dinner, he went back to his room, trying to figure out the true meaning of Tonggui swordsmanship.

In the absence of internal strength, the battle for moves is nothing more than proficiency and mental skills.He has decades of experience, and the mental methods of such low-level swordsmanship are as childish in his eyes, and he can see what they are all about at a glance.

It's just that the proficiency of sword moves requires hard work.

There are sixteen levels of proficiency alone, which are first glimpse, slight success, familiarity, mastery, proficiency, outstanding, ingenious, superb, outshine others, peak, incomparable, invincible, and harmony between man and nature .

From the first glimpse of the way to the return to the basics, as long as one can practice a sword move to the highest level, he is already a master.

Having said that, let alone Qiancheng, even in the Nanling Dynasty, or even further away, there are extremely few people who can cultivate to the state of returning to nature.

It depends on hard work from the first glimpse of the way to excellence; it depends on a hundred times of hard work to reach the pinnacle of supernatural skills; Returning to the basics is not supported by hard work and lifespan, it requires a rare talent and a flash of enlightenment.

The most indispensable thing in the world is people. Over the years, there are always a few geniuses, but it is still rare to be able to return to the basics. After all, the word "epiphany" is really mysterious and mysterious, and it is difficult for ordinary people to explore and grasp.

Zhao Tai is different from other children in that he has his own courtyard.

This courtyard was where his biological mother lived, and he has lived here since he was born, which is the only unusual place.

A gentle breeze blows in the courtyard, rolling up pieces of leftover flowers and fallen leaves.

Zhao Tai lifted his sword and danced lightly, and practiced one by one with his mind.

There is no need to stagnate in the middle, such as flowing clouds and flowing water, which is pleasing to the eye.

Tonggui swordsmanship regards death as home, the sword intent is fierce, and a breath of desolation sweeps out.

After a whole night, he was hearty, even Zhao Tai was sweating.

"It only took a few hours from the first glimpse of the door to the proficiency, which has a lot to do with the experience I accumulated in my previous life. If it were in the previous life, I'm afraid I can only get a first glimpse of the door at this time. The higher the starting point, the matching inner strength The better, the only one that the Nanling Dynasty has eyes for is that force, but we can’t rush now, we have to work steadily, step by step.”

Back in the room, he fetched water to wash himself, changed into dry clothes and fell asleep under the quilt.

Among the disciples, only Zhao Taiyuan has no maids.

He was used to being alone, and he didn't want to have an eyeliner dangling under his eyelids all the time, looking upset and always wanting to kill him.

Now that he was reborn and came back, he needed to send some signals to some people in the clan. It seemed that it was time to ask Huo Feng for a few maidservants.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Yuansi came to find Zhao Tai as usual. He shrugged off his discomfort and went to the street alone, wandering the street like yesterday.

(End of this chapter)