The heavy rain was pouring down, just as Feng Xiaozongling was discussing uneasily. In the dense forest, there was a slim figure standing in front of more than a dozen corpses.
She seems to be a woman, her figure is illusory and mist-like. The face is beautiful, and the starry eyes are looking around with great interest.
Those corpses were completely burnt, and apart from some injuries, nothing could be seen from them.
However, the outline of the altar is still there, and the broken and fallen branches and leaves around it can also prove that this place has experienced a fierce battle.
It's obvious that the person who handled the traces and corpses here didn't really care.
The woman's eyes were always on a medium-sized corpse. His eyes moved and he smiled slightly.
"It seems like a sword slaying the soul, but it is paradoxical. Is this an old puzzle? It's interesting. This time I came out and saw something interesting."
The girl laughed for a while, then raised her head again, full of curiosity and confusion.
"It seems that he is an innate-level expert, and he seems to have just started with inner energy. Who is this person—"
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On the running carriage, Zong Shou suddenly sneezed and felt a chill all over his body, making him frown.
Usually when he feels this way, it often means an ominous omen, and something bad is about to happen.
"Could it be that my previous arrangement was self-defeating?"
After contemplating for a moment, Zong Shou rejected this judgment. Using corpses and on-site camouflage to create the 'innate master', it's best if you can scare those people. It doesn't matter if you can't.
Shaking his head, Zong Shou continued to focus on the matter at hand. In front of him was a yellow talisman with bloody lines drawn on it that looked like ghostly talismans.
But if you look carefully, you can find that these lines are strikingly similar to the last word "luck" in the twelve heavenly symbols on Tianfutai Mountain.
It's just that these strokes are crooked and crooked, but they are even worse than the handwriting written by a three-year-old child.
Zong Shou's delicate eyebrows were also curved at this moment, and his eyes were full of surprise.
"This Sky Talisman Seed can actually help me draw the Sky Talisman—"
In fact, this Taoist Talisman was not successful, and failed at the last step. However, in Zong Shou's opinion, the reason why he failed just now was probably because he lacked a little soul power.
Without hesitation, Zong Shou took out all the beast soul stones, together with the sealed falcon.
But before that, there was something else that needed his attention.
"Wrong! When you step forward, lean your body half an inch to the left! Lift your right arm three more points—"
Right next to Zong Shou, Su Chuxue was dancing with her sword, repeating a few simple postures. After hearing Zong Shou's words, he immediately made a move, but his little mouth was slightly raised, and he said with some dissatisfaction.
"Young Master, you clearly didn't even look at it just now! How do you know that Xue'er is wrong?"
Zong Shou laid out a piece of talisman paper calmly without even raising his head.
"Nonsense! People who practice martial arts have eyes to see six directions and ears to listen to all directions. If you say you are wrong, you are wrong! It was you who said you wanted to ask me for sword skills. Why don't you listen to the master so soon?"
Chuxue's breath was suffocated, and then she puffed up her small chest: "Then why does this sword have to be tilted half an inch and the right arm has to be raised another three points? What sword principles are it based on? It's just a way of guiding an immortal. This is how everyone practices!”
Zong Shou sighed softly, knowing that this little kitten would not be easily convinced.
Putting down the pen in his hand and picking up the ordinary stainless steel sword beside him, Zong Shou smiled slightly.
"Then just watch!"
Just when Chuxue looked solemn and showed a vigilant look. Zong Shou's figure suddenly swayed. From stillness to movement, with one step, the sword light was already stabbing at him.
It was obviously almost the same movement as her before, but with just a slight change, it had an inexplicable charm. It was as if a strong wind was blowing, and the sword light exceeded the limit of human power. With a sharp scream, the sword was already in front of her.
The green-white sword body even reflected several beams of light, shining towards her eyes. For a moment, he could no longer clearly see the sword force coming through the air.
With a sharp "clang" sound, Chuxue took ten steps back. A small face that had turned into a paper-like color stared at Zong Shou with lingering fear.
At the last moment, she finally blocked the sword. But the huge force coming from the sword made it almost impossible for her to hold the sword. The right hand holding the sword is still trembling slightly to this day.
If Zong Shou's inner aura was stronger and his sword speed was faster, this sword could kill her!
"This is really a guide from an immortal. Young Master, did you not lie to me?"
After carefully recalling Zong Shou's every move just now, Chu Xue finally confirmed that the sword strike before was indeed an immortal's guide after a long while. The bloodless cheeks immediately turned red again.
"Can this be false?"
For some reason, Zong Shou's expression was also a little changeable. The look he looked at Chuxue was even more weird. But fortunately, he calmed down after just counting his breaths.
"Do you understand? A slight change in posture may mean that the amount of force exerted and the speed of the sword will also increase or decrease accordingly. However, this swordsmanship is not static. Wind speed, terrain, and even light actually all depend on it. There is something available!”
If Chu Xue realized something, she nodded her head in understanding. The stars were shining in his eyes, and the look he looked at Zong Shou was filled with admiration and adoration.
Zong Shouze smiled secretly. In this era, this sword style was called Immortal Guiding the Way, and there were many other names. But tens of thousands of years later, they will all be called small step slanting thorns.
After more than ten thousand years, countless martial arts practitioners have verified and summarized it, combined with human body mechanics, and have successively improved this style, which has surpassed the so-called "immortal guidance" by far.
In terms of sword theory, it is far ahead of this era. It's more than enough to scare this little girl.
However, Zong Shou didn't show any signs of it on his face. He still had a straight face: "I understand, then practice your sword practice as I told you!"
Chuxue immediately panicked and raised the sword again, and used the "immortal guiding the way" method again. But this time, it was done exactly as Zong Shou asked.
Sure enough, it was a sword roar, surpassing Zong Shou in both sword speed and strength. At the tip of the sword, there is a hint of faint Gang Qi, making the sword even more powerful.
Chu Xue was startled for a moment, then a bit of joy appeared on her face, and she looked at Zong Shou with growing respect.
Zong Shou also nodded slightly, slowly put down his sword, turned around, and continued to pick up the wolf brush. But before he started writing, he hesitated slightly. After a while, a bit of a wry smile appeared on that handsome face.
"But Xue'er, from now on, you just need to learn and practice the secret techniques of martial arts. Then don't bother with sword theory, boxing theory, etc. You don't need to learn from me anymore—"
"Eh?"
Chuxue's sword paused again, this time it was really strange. With a look of grievance on her face, she was about to cry: "Young Master, you don't want to teach me anymore?"
"It's not that I don't teach, but it's useless even if I teach. Xue'er, do you know what intuition is?"
Seeing that Xue'er was still puzzled, Zong Shou sighed again, remembering the sword strike not long ago that he expected to never be blocked.
"Xue'er, did you just instinctively know that you had to do that to stop me? This intuition can also be said to be fighting instinct, fighting intuition. In other words, Xue'er, you are better than those brainless demons who only rely on instinct to fight. The beast is even more powerful. No matter how swordsmanship, boxing, or the secrets of martial arts, in front of you, Xueer, you are all scum—"
Su Chuxue nodded drowsily, a little happy to be praised. Then his head was full of black lines: "Young Master, you must be cursing Xue'er for being stupider than those monsters, right?"
Zong Shou couldn't help but be speechless, with a look of surprise on his face: "It's rare that you actually heard it, Xue'er!"
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