"Eyebrow space, don't try recklessly," Meng Xiangu said. "Trying recklessly may help you discover various benefits, but it may also bring irreversible consequences. Everything should be done naturally."
Meng Chuan nodded.
"Let nature take its course, and in practice, you will naturally master some usage methods," Meng Xiangu smiled. "This is the gentlest method. Once you enter Yuanchu Mountain and find the secret script about it, you will understand how to use it thoroughly."
"Yes, my aunt," Meng Chuan respectfully replied. He asked his father and aunt for the same reason. An unknown force, without the experience of predecessors, purely relying on oneself to explore! Too dangerous.
Now, I have a grasp of the situation in a short period of time, so there is no need to take risks.
"Also, the matter of eyebrow space must be kept confidential," Meng Xiangu glanced at the father and son, "absolutely not to tell anyone else."
"Yes," both father and son replied.
After visiting his aunt, Meng Chuan returned to the Meng Mansion in Jinghu and continued his 8000 sword drawing moves today.
In the martial arts training field.
There is a guard standing on the branch of a big tree, holding a crossbow facing downwards.
Meng Chuan stood several meters away, his knife inside the scabbard.
"This feeling is completely different from the past." Meng Chuan could clearly sense all the movements of the guard on the big tree. The guard first looked at his young master, and his hand muscles began to tense before pulling the trigger with his fingers. The process of being pulled and the small flying arrows inside the crossbow being ejected were clearly perceived by Meng Chuan.
Huh.
As soon as the guard's fingers began to move, Meng Chuan's figure flashed.
As soon as the small flying arrow flew out, the knife light flashed across the sky, cutting through the red dots on the shaft of the flying arrow.
"Ah." The guard was startled, and the blade of light cut past him, very close to the crossbow in his hand.
The guards were frightened, even the other guards and servants who were watching were startled.
This little flying arrow was cut as soon as it was shot? The distance is too close.
Warriors also have reaction time. With normal reaction time, arrows should fly a little distance.
"This is my prediction," Meng Chuan's guards were all shocked and fabricated casually, "Ma San has shot this crossbow many times. I predicted that he would shoot a flying arrow, so I immediately took action... Indeed, as soon as the arrow flew out, I immediately struck it."
"Young master is impressive."
"Young master's prediction is really accurate." Everyone praised and boasted.
Meng Chuan smiled.
Predicting requires rich experience and some luck. Because the movements of powerful warriors are blurry to the naked eye. For example, when a guard pulls the trigger on a tree, how fast is a Wash Marrow realm guard pulling the trigger? With a robe covering it and big tree branches covering it, even if it's unclear to the naked eye, it's too late to make a move.
Meng Chuan is not.
He can sense everything in incredibly detailed detail, the changes in the guard's gaze, the natural preparation of his body, and the moment he pulls the trigger... everything is incredibly clear.
No need for prediction, just 'see' and you can take action.
"If that's the case, I can always hit the arrow as soon as it flies. It's difficult to exercise my swordsmanship," Meng Chuan said to himself.
"Well, set a rule for yourself."
"At the moment when the arrow must be shot, then take action." Meng Chuan made the decision, and his pursuit of practicing the sword drawing technique was ultimately fast and accurate!
"Come on," Meng Chuan ordered.
"Yes."
Ma Sanlian restrained his spirit, and just now the knife light flew past his eyes, which was really scary.
Shh.
Once again shooting arrows, Meng Chuan still observed the entire process with great clarity. However, he only drew his sword at the moment when the arrow was ejected.
With a flash of body movements, the flickering blade light had already cut through the red dots on the arrow shaft, while the blade energy landed on the tree trunk wrapped in iron, leaving traces.
"Young master didn't make any further predictions." Those guards and servants just regained their composure, that's normal! Eight thousand times a day, this is how the young master used to draw his sword.
Because I went to my ancestral home, the time for practicing the Blade Pulling Technique today was a bit late, and I'm afraid it will last for three hours until the afternoon.
Dongning Prefecture is an ordinary mansion.
A fat man wearing a hat and a bearded man arrived at the entrance of the courtyard and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and a man with sharp tongued monkey cheeks inside looked out and immediately smiled, saying, "It's Mr. Zhao coming. Please come inside."
"Hmm." The bearded man responded, and the fat man followed behind his second brother with a smile.
The two of them entered the courtyard and, led by a man with pointed lips, arrived at a living room.
"Brother Zhao." A silver haired old man in the hall smiled and arched his hand, with a subordinate standing behind him.
"Have all my goods been received by the housekeeper?" The bearded man sat down casually, while the fat man sat in the lower seat.
"Received, those goods were received in three batches, calculated at five, which is 16800 taels of silver. When I round it up, it's only 17000 taels." The silver haired old man smiled and said, "Are you satisfied with Zhao?"
The bearded man nodded slightly and said, "Those are all ordinary goods. I still have a few heavy items here."
"Please." The silver haired old man's eyes lit up.
"The first piece is a jade horse." The bearded man took out a wooden box from his arms. After opening the box, there was a warm jade horse lying flat inside. The carved jade horse was slightly larger than the palm of his hand, fair and warm, but the surface of the white jade horse was peculiar and had a faint red halo.
"It is a decoration carved from top-quality sheep fat jade, and it should be a beloved item of gods and demons. It may have been placed on the desks of gods and demons. After long-term interaction, the aura of gods and demons has already integrated into it." The silver haired old man nodded slightly, "It is not very helpful for cultivation, but it is indeed a rare item. I can spend 5000 taels of silver on this."
"Five thousand five hundred taels," said the bearded man.
"Okay, just listen to Brother Zhao, five thousand five hundred taels." The silver haired old man laughed.
Following them are the second, third, and fourth treasures, totaling over 20000 taels of silver, each of which is a rare item.
"This is the last item, it's the real treasure," the bearded man said seriously. He took off his coat, tossed around inside his clothes, and finally untied the inner rope buckle, taking out the mysterious object wrapped heavily in cotton cloth.
The silver haired old man looked carefully.
The bearded man opened the cotton cloth and a strong and domineering aura immediately spread.
"The aura of gods and demons? Is it the inheritance of gods and demons?" The silver haired old man guessed a bit, but frowned when he saw the item opened by the cotton cloth. "So small? Why doesn't there even be any text?"
This is a broken black iron piece, which is only the size of a palm. You should know that even a typical page of paper for the inheritance of gods and demons has a normal paper size.
"What is this?" the silver haired old man asked.
I don't know
The bearded man said, "This black iron sheet has no words or tricks on its surface. At the same time, it is also broken. But... the aura of gods and demons it emits is incredibly domineering. It is much stronger than ordinary remnants of divine and demon inheritance."
"Maybe it's a small fragment of a divine and magical weapon," the silver haired old man smiled, "I'm willing to pay 3000 taels."
"It can't be a weapon," the bearded man shook his head. "It's very flat, like fragments of paper. I can't think of any weapon with such fragments."
"Can you try to accept inheritance?" the silver haired old man asked.
The inheritance of gods and demons is something that one can immerse themselves in and see the techniques of practicing gods and demons.
That is the inheritance of artistic conception.
The remaining page of the divine and magical sword technique gifted by Elder Meng Chuande is one that can accept the inheritance of artistic conception.
"No," the bearded man shook his head. "Several of us in our village have tried without any leakage, but none of us can sense it."
"Then this is not the inheritance of gods and demons," the silver haired old man smiled. "Although the aura of gods and demons is extremely strong, a useless item, even if it is related to gods and demons, I can only offer a maximum of 5000 taels."
"One hundred thousand taels of silver," said the bearded man, "not a single copper coin can be missing."
"100000 taels?" The silver haired old man stared, "A true residual page of divine and demonic inheritance is priced at over 100000 taels per page. But you can't accept inheritance at all, and you don't even know what it is. It's such a high price?"
"Firstly, we, the 'Blood Cloud Thief', have paid a considerable price for this black iron plate. Secondly, with its extremely powerful divine and demonic aura, it must be extraordinary." The bearded man said, "One hundred thousand taels was set by my elder brother. If you want it, you can get one hundred thousand taels."
"Wait here, I'll ask my master," the silver haired old man said, nodding to his subordinates beside him.
"Okay," both the bearded man and the obese man patiently waited.
Soon.
A refined man walked over.
"Brother Zhao," the elegant man nodded with a smile and looked at the black iron plate, hesitating for a moment. "Can I take a look?"
"Sure," the bearded man nodded.
The elegant man gently stroked the black iron plate and watched for a long time before saying, "Indeed, the aura of the gods and demons is extremely strong, but it is very likely that it is a fragment of a powerful god and demon's personal belongings, which may not be useful at all. I can only offer up to 20000 taels of silver to make a bet."
"I said, 100000 taels, not less," said the bearded man.
"Then there's nothing we can do." The elegant man shook his head gently.
"Line."
The bearded man smiled and nodded, "We will stay in Dongning Prefecture for a few days. If you change your mind, you can come to us again. You are very clear on how to find us."
"Okay," the elegant man nodded.
"This is the previously agreed upon 38000 taels of silver notes." The silver haired old man placed a stack of silver notes there, and the bearded man took it and flipped through it. The denominations were all 1000 taels, a total of 38.
"Let's go, there's no need to send it off." The bearded man walked away with a fat man.
The elegant man watched them go away, then frowned and said, "Housekeeper, please draw the black iron sheet immediately. It's exactly the same. After drawing it, we will go to see the hall leader."
"Yes," the silver haired old man respectfully replied.
"The master and the others may be able to recognize what kind of treasure it is," the refined man pondered.
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