"Qing Junjun, what are you holding in your hand?"

Xiaopang hurriedly put a handful of braised candy into Qiankun bag, then stood up, placed his fat hands on his thighs, and stood up straight.

"Report to sir, I took nothing!"

"Hmph, you Qing Junjun, you don't blush when you tell lies." The girl in red jumped out again and immediately told the story just now, very detailed.

Old Mo's face darkened, and his turbid gaze gradually looked at Mo Wen beside Qing Junjun, and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't think that relying on the young master's relationship, you can do whatever you want in the Qing family and in the sacred temple, and you can't do whatever you want!"

Don't ask or speak

There is nothing to say.

However, Qing Junjun suddenly said excitedly: "Sir, it's not his business. It's me. I took the initiative to get close to him. He just answered out of politeness."

"Hmph!" Old Mo looked at him squintedly. "Good boy, you like to be loyal, right? Well, come to Jianping and lie on the ground!"

All the children laughed gloatingly, and Qing Junjun couldn't help but tremble, feeling that he was a little impulsive.

However, when he left, he still blinked at Mo Wen in a strange way. It was obviously not the first time. The fat man was so shameless.

Seeing him walking to Jianping, he was lying on the ground with his arms, and he stood still.

"Hmph, you're very conscious."

Boss Mo waved his sleeves, and a huge black sword suddenly pressed on Qing Junjun.

This sword is made of black rock iron and weighs more than 500 kilograms, which is more than two of the fat man’s.

Qing Junjun was pressed down and his arms trembled. Because of the force, the blue veins on his face gradually burst out. His fat face turned red like a monkey butt, which attracted everyone's laughter.

The fat man cursed in his heart: "Qing Yueyue, wait for Fat Master, sooner or later, you will be beautiful."

Boss Mo looked at Mo Wen with a deep meaning and continued to class.

"Just just now, I preached and swordsmanship is divided into three realms. Who can tell me about it? Which three realms are they?"

"Sir, I know!" A girl in red immediately raised her hand and rushed to the front. She really had her everywhere.

The old man nodded with his beard and said, "Your Yueyue, come and talk."

The girl in red, Qing Yueyue immediately stood up and preached:

"There are three realms of swordsmanship.

The first level of realm emphasizes the unity of man and sword. Swords are people, and people are swords. A little grass in their hands is also a sharp weapon;

The second level of realm emphasizes that there is no sword in your hand. The sword is in your heart. Although you have bare hands and empty fists, you can use the sword energy to kill enemies a hundred steps away;

As for the third realm of swordsmanship, there is no sword in your hand and no sword in your heart. Heaven and earth are swords, and all things are swords.

Sir, Yueyue finished speaking.”

"Haha, you said it very well, please sit down." Old Mo praised, and a happy smile appeared on his old face.

Seeing this, the girl was very happy, looked at everyone with a proud look, and sat down slowly.

"This is the ultimate way of destiny for all my swords. These three realms seem easy, but it is difficult to do it.

Looking at the entire Dongzhou, even if he is known as the Sword Emperor, Dugu Bai, the fastest sword in the world, is only in the early stage of the second level.

As for the third realm, looking at the eternal age, there are only a handful of them.

These people later became eternal legends, overwhelming the ages. They can open the sky with one sword, open the earth with one sword, break mountains and rivers with one sword, and kill the sun with one sword."

Everyone was deeply shocked.

How strong should these seniors be at that time? I'm afraid they can't imagine it with their current understanding?

"It's a pity that sword is difficult to practice." At this point, Old Mo sighed. "The threshold for sword art is extremely high. You must first cultivate your mind and then practice sword art. This has stumped many people. I will not improve my sword art in my life and end up in depression."

Speaking of this, he looked at Mo Wen below. "Li San, I see that you are so sensible that I don't know what you have to understand the sword cultivator, or how you understand the sword Tao, even if you speak, don't have any psychological burden."

"Sir, I said, I'll say!"

The girl in red, Qing Yueyue immediately raised her hand and said, "It's so positive."

However, the old man waved his hand to stop him, so he had to stick out his tongue, and then snorted coldly in his heart, wanting to hear what these mere mortals could say.

I saw Mo Wen get up and shook his head lightly. "I can't say that the insights are. With my shallow view, it's better to learn to take the sword first than to practice swords."

After the words came, everyone was stunned, and even Mr. Mo frowned.

Qing Yueyue giggled and leaned back and forth. "I thought you had any ideas, but I never thought that I was talking nonsense. Tell me, do you still need to learn to hold a sword? If you can't even get a sword, what other sword do you practice?"

"Yes," someone immediately echoed: "Even if you are just an ordinary mortal, you shouldn't say such ridiculous things, right? This is like holding chopsticks, a skill that is inherently known. Do you still need to learn?"

Everyone nodded for this, and they couldn't understand what Li San was talking about.

"Okay, quiet."

Old Mo's voice sounded, and the scene immediately became quiet.

He looked at Mo Wen and asked calmly: "Then tell me, how to hold a sword? Why do you want to hold a sword?"

Mo Wen said slowly: "The sword is not in the hand, the sword is in the heart, and the sword is controlled by the heart, and the sword is united."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was stunned.

Before I could wait for a while, I suddenly burst into laughter and leaned back and forth, almost spasming.

The girl in red, Qing Yueyue smiled so hard that her branches trembled, holding her stomach and said, "With the heart, the sword is in your hand, aren't you conflicting with each other? Can you come back with a perfect match?"

"I really don't know where you heard the theory. What you said can't even touch the edges of these three realms, and I'm simply ignorant."

"I said, Mr. Li, don't practice swords anymore. You are really not suitable for practicing swords... Oh no, you are not suitable for practicing anything. You are only suitable for talking, just practice your mouth."

Hahahahahahaha.

The scene laughed even harder.

Mo Wen was not angry about this, and his expression was as normal.

This made Old Mo stunned for a moment, and this guy's state of mind was quite impressive.

This made him ask subconsciously: "Do you know how to practice swords?"

Mo Wen shook his head. "I don't understand, I just subconsciously said casually."

Subconscious?

Hahahahahaha...

This made everyone laugh even louder.

So that is to say, did he not even touch his brain when he said this?

Hahaha.

Mo Wen is still unpredictable.

It was also Mr. Mo who waved his hand, and the scene was quiet. He looked at Mo Wen for a long time and suddenly said, "Since that's the case, why don't you come up and demonstrate one or two?"

Everyone was stunned, thinking that Mr. Mo wanted to teach this kid a lesson, and immediately became gloating.

"Yes, if you have the ability, you can go."

"Yes, yes, let's see how we can use our hearts to control our swords, hahaha."

"Hehehehe, I can say more than you."

Mo Wen didn't refuse this. "Then try it, I don't know if it works."

After saying that, he got up and climbed to Jianping.

He did not refuse, but made everyone unexpected.

Mo Wen stood up in the wind, and his figure was cool. He looked down at everyone below. "Since that's the case, has anyone ever come up to be an opponent?"

Swish swish swish swish!

More than thirty people raised their hands together, and they were never active.

"I'll let me do it."

"I'll do it, I'll take a little more lightly so I won't hurt him."

"Okay, okay, don't argue, I'll do it and give me a chance to show off."

"Hey, you think you are beautiful, you have to do whatever good things you have to do!"

"Everyone is quiet." At this time, Old Mo said, "It's better to let Li San choose by himself."

Everyone couldn't help but feel a little discouraged.

Now, this person will definitely pick the softest persimmon to pinch, and they will never have a chance again.

But when he turned around, he thought, it was wrong, they could also play soft persimmons. Anyway, Li San didn't know who is the weakest here.

Finally, I will choose the real tiger!

So, everyone began to play the role of weak, with sloppy eyes and timid eyes, as if they were afraid of being selected.

It’s a pity that no matter how good his acting skills are, Mo Wen didn’t choose them.

As for his choice, everyone in the audience, including Mr. Mo, was shocked!

He chose the girl in red, Qing Yueyue!

He is also the only one who has not pretended to be weak and has been demonstrating to him.
Chapter completed!