"How can I help?" Shili Changkong didn't question it, and asked calmly.
"I have here a copy of the "Sword of Yintian" practiced by Emperor Yintian, and "Sancai Sword Formation" left by Emperor Sancai in the past," Xu Zimo said slowly.
The current state of Ten Miles of Sky is lack of experience, and there is no way to learn from the predecessors.
Don't look at Xu Zimo's ability to casually name several Great Emperor exercises, but in fact, the preciousness of these exercises is unimaginable.
At least in a realm like Ten Miles of Sky, they have never been in contact with the Great Emperor's technique.
This also corresponds to the old saying, ten years of hard work is worse than a good pregnancy.
... ...
"What's the condition?" Shili Changkong naturally knew that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
"I'm going to form a force, and I want you to manage it," Xu Zimo said.
"Impossible, I won't be your subordinate." Shili Changkong shook his head resolutely, "My swordsmanship is indomitable. If I am really sent to others, my heart will not be clear, so there is no way to talk about the road of swordsmanship."
"A swordsman should have an unyielding sharpness, but also have the restraint when returning to the sheath," Xu Zimo said with a smile: "Just like being a human being, sometimes you have to hold your chest up, and sometimes you have to bow your head to apologize."
Seeing the thoughtful eyes of the ten miles long sky, Xu Zimo continued: "Perhaps some people's martial arts really go forward bravely and never back down.
Just like the old Three Swords Emperor, he went to an extreme. For him, there is no defense at all.
Even if he is defeated by someone else's sword, he will never back down, and his sword will never be timid.
But you are by no means an extreme person like the Three Swordsmen, otherwise you would not hide in this small village and be willing to be a blacksmith.
Your sword should be able to advance and retreat freely, and when you take it out of the sheath, you should have the vigor to shatter the sky. "
Hearing Xu Zimo's words, Shilichangkong's heart was a little shaken, and he pondered for a long time.
I feel as if I have grasped something, but I seem to be more confused.
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"I will leave tomorrow. You can seize the opportunity yourself. For me, a martial artist who respects the veins is not too scarce. I just happened to pass by here and cherish my talent." Xu Zimo stood up and walked slowly towards the house where he lived go.
"But for you, such opportunities don't come along very often.
Even if someone can come up with the Great Emperor's Cultivation Technique, it may not be more suitable for you than these two books of mine. "
... ...
Seeing Xu Zimo's back going away, Ten Miles of Sky's brows frowned even deeper, and he bowed his head in thought for a long time.
In the middle of the night, Shili Changkong stood up firmly, picked up the iron sword he had just forged, and walked towards the village step by step.
The strong wind blew up the dust all over the sky, and his figure gradually disappeared in the wind. The thunderous sword master seemed to have returned.
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Speechless all night, early the next morning, the sun shone quietly, Xu Zimo practiced all night, only feeling full of energy.
"It's strange, nothing happened last night," Feng Buyu said.
"You still hope that we will be in danger," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
He stretched his waist, and then walked out of the house with everyone.
As soon as they walked out of the house, everyone felt something was wrong.
Quiet, so quiet, the entire Baihuang Village fell into a deathly silence.
There was a faint smell of blood in the air.
Feng Buyu kicked open the gates of houses on both sides of the street, and a particularly choking smell of blood came out from inside.
All the villagers were killed in their deep sleep last night, including the village chief Wang Tao who received everyone last night, and now he was also lying in a pool of blood on the bed.
"Everyone is dead," Feng Buyu said after a moment of silence.
"I finally know what's wrong," Xiao Yu shouted from the side: "Since we came here last night, we haven't seen old people, children, or women. The villagers in this village are all young and strong men."
Hearing Xiao Yu's words, everyone also reacted.
"These people are definitely not ordinary villagers," Feng Buyu frowned and thought, "But who killed them?"
"Ten miles in the sky, it seems that you have made a choice," Xu Zimo said with a calm face the whole time.
Even seeing the entire village slaughtered, there was no trace of surprise.
He fetched a bucket of water from the well in the village on his own, and then finished washing himself.
"Junior Brother Zimo, do you know something?" Feng Buyu asked suspiciously.
He felt that Xu Zimo was too plain, even though he saw so many people dying, he didn't frown.
"It's irrelevant and meaningless to worry about these things," Xu Zimo shook his head with a smile, and then walked out of the village.
"Hurry up early, and try to reach Tianjian City by noon."
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With their own concerns, several people rode Feimo horses and walked slowly towards the outside of the village.
When he was about to reach the entrance of the village, a man suddenly ran out from the house next to him.
"Help, save me," the man was seriously injured, and he was on the verge of death, spitting blood out of his mouth.
Xu Zimo got off the horse, slowly came to the man, looked at the man's begging eyes, then picked up the scimitar behind him, Ba Ying.
The man's body was divided with a knife.
Before the man died, there was still a look of prayer in his eyes.
...
Feng Buyu on the side wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but finally fell silent.
He felt that Xu Zimo was too cold-blooded. If he saved the man at this time, he might know who slaughtered the village.
Xu Zimo killed the only survivor, and the clues were cut off.
Or are these villagers killed by Xu Zimo
But Xu Zimo was in the room last night and never went out.
...
Xu Zimo looked at Ba Ying who drank blood for the first time, and inserted it into the scabbard.
Then he rode the Flying Horse and galloped out of the village quickly.
Now not only did they not understand, even Xiao Yu and Tang Huaiyuan were puzzled.
Hei Shisan quietly followed Xu Zimo, he didn't care about these things.
His duty is to protect Xu Zimo's safety.
And Lin Ruhu, as always, is in front of the people who eat melons, and this guy is also a big heart.
He absolutely believed in Xu Zimo. In his opinion, no matter what Xu Zimo did, it was justified.
If you want to say something, you will naturally tell him, and if you don't want to say it, he will not ask.
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The few people had just left Baihuang Village when they saw a man waiting in front of them early.
Shili Zhangkong was dressed in white, riding on a split brown horse, with a golden long sword hanging from his waist.
A head of black hair hangs behind her, and those eyes are like sharp swords, unstoppable and unstoppable, making people dare not look directly at them, and they look quite elegant from a distance.
"The people in this village are all bandits," Shili Changkong explained flatly.