Super God: Liang Bing: Please, stop going crazy!

One day, after Qin Mu finished his training in the forest, Cheng Hao was sitting cross-legged on a big rock, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing. He had recovered a lot, but there was still some fatigue in his eyes. Qin Mu saw this and sighed slightly in his heart. Although he had no intention of formally accepting him as a disciple, he also understood that Cheng Hao was still too lonely to practice alone and face the unknown dangers of the outside world.

After Cheng Hao finished regulating his breathing, he stood up and walked towards Qin Mu, with a hint of expectation and trepidation in his eyes. He knew that if he wanted to become stronger, he could not do without Qin Mu's guidance, but he did not dare to hope that Qin Mu would accept him as a disciple. He said softly: "Senior, thank you for your guidance these days. If it were not for you, I would have... I don't ask for anything else, I just hope to continue to follow you to learn, even if it's just to watch."

Qin Mu did not respond immediately, his eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something. He understood that Cheng Hao's persistence was not simply because of his desire to study, but because of the hatred and desire in his heart. After spending some time together, Qin Mu had understood Cheng Hao's character. Although this young man was stubborn, he had a pure heart and was not moved by evil thoughts.

He pondered for a moment, and finally spoke slowly: "Although you have a blood feud, you still maintain your original heart and are not blinded by hatred. This is precious. Since you insist so much, I will not accept you as my disciple, but you can follow me for a while, and I will continue to guide you on some problems in cultivation along the way."

Cheng Hao's eyes flashed with excitement when he heard this, but he quickly suppressed his emotions and bowed solemnly: "Thank you for taking me with you! I will definitely not let you down!"

Qin Mu nodded slightly, feeling deeply moved. It was not that he was unwilling to accept a disciple, but he knew that accepting a disciple meant responsibility and restraint on the road of swordsmanship. He himself acted according to his heart and did not want to be relied on or restrained by others, but Cheng Hao's persistence and tenacity made him feel reluctant. In this case, taking him with him for a period of time would not only allow Cheng Hao to grow through hardships, but also guide him.

Since then, Cheng Hao has been traveling with Qin Mu. The two of them traveled all the way, passing through mountains and rivers, and also walked through prosperous towns. Qin Mu still maintained his chivalrous style, moving around erratically and taking things as they come. Cheng Hao followed silently, listened carefully to Qin Mu's instructions every day, practiced diligently, and never slacked off.

During the journey, Qin Mu not only taught Cheng Hao swordsmanship and body movements, but also often told him about his experiences and experiences in the martial arts world over the years. Cheng Hao studied very hard, and as his practice deepened, his swordsmanship became more mature and sharp, and his state of mind gradually became peaceful, no longer blindly eager for success.

Once, the two came to a steep cliff. Below the cliff was a deep abyss. The mountain wind was howling, which was frightening. Qin Mu stood on the edge of the cliff, with his hands behind his back, quietly feeling the vast power of heaven and earth. He suddenly said to Cheng Hao: "The sword is like a cliff, and the state of mind is like a cliff. Your swordsmanship is improving rapidly, but if you want to reach a higher level, you must learn to stay calm and fearless at the limit."

Cheng Hao nodded, knowing that Qin Mu was instructing him on how to temper his mind in dangerous situations. So, he closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and tried to practice meditation in this terrifying mountain wind. The wind whistled in his ears, but Cheng Hao gradually immersed himself in his own world of swordsmanship, his heart was as still as water, and no matter how the outside world changed, his figure remained motionless.

Upon seeing this, Qin Mu secretly praised in his heart that this young man was indeed insightful and had a rare character. If he could persist in the future, he would surely become a great man.

The scenery on the journey is ever-changing. Cheng Hao constantly gains experience while traveling with Qin Mu. His strength is steadily improving, but he never forgets his original intention and hatred. Whenever it is late at night, he always practices sword alone, silently thinking of those relatives who have passed away. Hatred burns in his heart like a flame, but it no longer makes him lost, but turns into a driving force to spur himself to progress.

Qin Mu's attitude towards Cheng Hao has always been like a teacher and a friend. Although he has not formally accepted him as a disciple, he has given Cheng Hao enough care and guidance in action. Whenever Cheng Hao encounters a bottleneck, Qin Mu can always point out the key to help him find a breakthrough in the predicament.

Once, Cheng Hao almost died in a fight with a ferocious monster. After he killed the monster with all his strength, he almost collapsed to the ground. Qin Mu did not immediately come forward to help, but stood quietly by and watched how Cheng Hao dealt with his injuries and recovered. Although Cheng Hao was in great pain, he endured it and followed Qin Mu's instructions to practice Qigong and regulate his breathing, and managed to hold on.

After he recovered a little, Qin Mu walked up to him and said calmly, "On the road of cultivation, dangers are everywhere. External forces are ultimately limited. The key lies in how you deal with sudden changes. The fact that you can stay calm in this situation shows that you have made great progress."

Cheng Hao nodded weakly and said gratefully: "I have always kept your teachings in mind. If it weren't for your guidance, I might have died long ago."

Qin Mu smiled slightly and patted Cheng Hao on the shoulder: "It's great that you can understand this. Keep this state of mind, and the road ahead will be broader."

Cheng Hao's eyes flashed with determination. He knew that although Qin Mu was not his master, in his heart, this mysterious senior had already become the most important guide in his life. No matter how many challenges there are in the future, he will remember this time and continue to improve himself.

As time goes by, Qin Mu and Cheng Hao's journey gradually goes deeper into more dangerous places. They encounter more powerful opponents and get to know all kinds of people in the world. Cheng Hao gradually matures in these trials. His swordsmanship becomes more and more sharp, and his state of mind becomes more stable. Hatred still burns in his heart, but he is no longer swayed by it, but lets it become the power to push himself forward.

Qin Mu felt a little relieved watching Cheng Hao's growth. He understood that this young man had gradually found his own path. Although the road ahead was still difficult, he believed that Cheng Hao would eventually find his own sword path.

The mountain wind was still howling, and the two stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance, as if they could see the road to the future extending under their feet, a vast world waiting for them to explore. Qin Mu remained silent, while Cheng Hao clenched the sword in his hand, with a surge of pride and determination in his heart.

Qin Mu led Cheng Hao on a long journey and came to a deep forest in the mountains. In this dense forest, the trees were tall and the vines were entangled. The sun was hard to penetrate, and there was an oppressive atmosphere all around. At the end of the forest, a hidden cave stood quietly. The entrance of the cave was dark, like a gaping mouth, waiting for the reckless adventurer to step into it.

Cheng Hao stood at the entrance of the cave, and felt a dangerous aura coming from the cave. He turned his head to look at Qin Mu, with some doubt and expectation in his eyes.

Qin Mu looked at Cheng Hao calmly and said calmly: "This is an important test in your practice. There is a demon tiger in the cave. It is extremely ferocious and has devoured adventurers who entered this place many times. If you want to further improve your swordsmanship, you must face this demon tiger alone."

Cheng Hao's heart trembled, and he realized that Qin Mu was not joking. His eyes fell back to the depths of the cave, and a trace of determination and perseverance flashed in his eyes. He knew that this was not only a test, but also a chance for him to break through his own bottleneck.

"I understand, senior, I will do my best." Cheng Hao took a deep breath, clenched the sword in his hand, looked determined, and then stepped towards the cave. Although his steps were a little heavy, each step was full of fearlessness and persistence.

Walking into the cave, Cheng Hao was quickly surrounded by darkness, and there were low sounds of wind and unknown strange noises coming from all around. The temperature in the cave suddenly dropped, and the air was filled with a fishy smell, as if it was full of the smell of decay and death. Cheng Hao concentrated his mind and immediately circulated his internal energy, spreading his consciousness and carefully sensing the movements around him.

At this moment, a deep and deep roar came from the cave, with a terrifying pressure in the voice. Cheng Hao felt a sharp pain in his eardrums, and his body tensed instantly. As the roar sounded, heavy footsteps were heard in the cave, and a pair of red eyes emerged in the darkness, like two will-o'-the-wisp lights, full of murderous intent and savagery.

The figure of the demon tiger gradually appeared. It was huge, as big as an adult calf, covered with thick black fur, with claws as sharp as steel, fangs exposed, and sticky saliva dripping from its mouth. Its eyes were full of violent ferocity, and it had obviously regarded Cheng Hao as its prey.

Cheng Hao took a deep breath, suppressed his fear, steadied his steps, and his eyes showed a coldness of confronting the demon tiger. He knew that he must not retreat at this moment, otherwise he would have no way to retreat. He whispered to himself: "This time, I have to rely on myself!"

The magic tiger did not give Cheng Hao much time to think. It crouched low, tensed its muscles, exerted its strength suddenly, and turned into a black shadow and pounced on Cheng Hao. The space in the cave was narrow, and the speed of the magic tiger was as fast as lightning. It approached Cheng Hao in an instant, opened its bloody mouth and went straight for his throat.

Cheng Hao was well prepared. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath. The green light was like lightning, and the sword pierced the face of the magic tiger. The magic tiger reacted very quickly, and with a wave of its claws, it blocked Cheng Hao's sword, and sparks flew everywhere. The huge force transmitted from the magic tiger's claws made Cheng Hao's arm numb, and he almost couldn't hold the hilt of the sword.

"What a strong force!" Cheng Hao was secretly shocked. He knew that this battle would not be easy. Although he had been prepared, the ferocity of the demon tiger was far beyond his expectations.

After the demon tiger landed, it roared and pounced again, its sharp claws sweeping towards Cheng Hao's waist and abdomen like a heavy hammer. Cheng Hao didn't dare to take it head-on, so he dodged and quickly stepped sideways, narrowly avoiding this fatal blow. The demon tiger was not only powerful, but also extremely fast. Each of its attacks carried a huge impact force, and Cheng Hao could only rely on flexible footwork to deal with it.