Morning.
After tempering his divine intent, Little Li finally accepted the fact that even with the Divine Sword of the Celestials, he could hardly unleash even one-tenth of its power, and was beaten up again.
He rubbed his temples and woke up from the bed, holding the Divine Sword of the Celestials as he walked to the sword arena in the room.
Releasing his Consciousness Soul, the sword aura of the Divine Sword projected once more.
The aura condensed.
“This time, whose sword shall I learn?”
In the hazy vision before him, an image appeared.
Amidst the bustling crowd at the market, a figure in leather skirts stood by a pork stall, revealing a smooth bronze back.
In his hand was a slaughtering kn*fe, but he wielded it as if it were a sword; the pork loin was instantly divided into six segments, each perfectly sliced.
At night, the butcher changed into formal attire, put away the slaughtering kn*fe, took out an ancient iron sword, and approached a grand mansion.
This was the residence of the governor of a state.
“Do you know, Governor, that the snow last June was sent by you?”
He said loudly.
This suddenly reminded Li Mo of memories from forty years ago.
Forty years ago, the governor of Fengzhou conspired with a gang, and was eventually killed by a swordsman. Some say this swordsman resembled the pork vendor on the street.
No one would pay attention to his words, and the door opened with a beam of light.
The light was intense, stirring up boundless winds, sweeping the ground, making those hit feel as if they were caught in a desert sandstorm.
“My sword clears all injustices.”
The man held his longsword horizontally, the rusted weapon gradually emitting a dazzling light.
With one swing, it was like a spark lighting up in the dark, fanned by the wind, quickly spreading like a wildfire.
The beam of light clashed with the ordinary longsword, which was cut in two.
The beam of light continued to slash, piercing through the heart of the butcher.
The swordsman stood stunned, unable to believe he had lost in one move. He asked,
“What kind of sword technique is this?”
“Slaughtering pig’s.”
The swordsman fell to his knees in defeat, losing his voice.
A pork vendor entered the governor’s residence, and hundreds of soldiers and thousands of city guards could not stop him.
Finally, he killed the governor in front of him, decapitating him with one stroke.
He turned around, holding the severed head:
“It was all a lie. This sword does not clear injustice; it’s just like my name.”
“My sword is a commoner’s sword. Have you seen enough?”
This sword aura contained a middle-grade sword technique, which Li Mo particularly enjoyed.
Hmm, this has nothing to do with his preference for hammers…
Martial arts enlightenment activated!
The “Sword of Unyielding Justice” reached a preliminary level.
It only took him a few decades of martial arts enlightenment.
“My innate talent for swordsmanship seems not as bad as I thought.”
Li Mo felt quite pleased with himself.
The next sword aura he understood was also particularly smooth.
He saw the scene of countless snowflakes falling over the Northern City, with a large army besieging a lone city, and martial heroes gathering in the city. The owner of the sword aura was a gifted soldier who integrated the martial arts of fallen heroes into his own, eventually mastering the sword qi.
He also saw someone who traveled half of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths to fulfill a promise, and upon fulfilling it, broke through to a new realm.
And so on.
“Though we are not from the same era, I can still be considered a young hero, making friends with the heroes of five capitals…”
Little Li, the swordsman, studied tirelessly, deducing and practicing.
Through these sword auras, he saw his ideal life of traveling the world with a sword.
This was another form of achieving his dreams.
“These sword techniques all focus on sword qi.”
Li Mo pondered as he practiced.
It was already noon.
He planned to understand another sword aura, but decided to rest first. The sword auras in the Divine Sword of the Celestials seemed like an endless ocean, and he had no idea when he would reach ten percent proficiency as mentioned by Bingduozi.
The next moment, a scholarly figure appeared before him.
The figure had a jade-like face, with flowing robes, truly reminding Li Mo of an old acquaintance?
Luo Yu?
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The son of the Forest Master of the Fen Yu Lin looked similar enough to make people want to hit him.
“You can see me, and you’ve already learned the commoner’s sword.”
His tone was arrogant.
This isn’t Luo Yu’s father, but his uncle…
“The commoner’s sword is just a bold act, how can it break through the situation of the City of Divine Beings?”
“My sword is a sword for governing the country, watch well!”
…
“This doesn’t feel right, why is this sword technique so difficult?”
Li Mo left the sword arena and muttered as he walked to the window.
As dusk approached.
The Imperial Capital was lit up like a sea of lights, bustling with people, the highlands vast and open.
Just now, he learned a supreme sword technique, but the required martial arts enlightenment doubled!
Li Mo calmed down and made a guess.
The commoner’s sword was easy for him to learn.
The scholar’s sword was difficult for him to learn.
It wasn’t that the sword techniques became harder; rather, they included techniques like “Pacifying Sword Technique,” “Seven Swords of Righteousness,” and “Slicing Dragon Scales.”
He wasn’t suited to be a scholar, to govern the country!
“I’m just a gentleman, there’s a difference between being a gentleman and a scholar.”
After realizing this, Li Mo felt even more troubled. Could he have to take the imperial examination first before continuing his practice?
Or he could only use martial arts enlightenment to forcefully break through.
Shaking his head, he turned and went downstairs to calm down by cooking a dish in the kitchen.
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In the main hall of the Biyun Tower, the entrance was not as lively as usual. People used to come every day, challenging specific individuals by name.
Due to the upcoming Qianlong Conference, the young geniuses on the Qianlong List could reasonably avoid battle.
However, the inside of the Biyun Tower was still bustling with noise.
One table was particularly envied. It had always been lively, and now three more people joined daily, making it seem like a continuous feast.
Of course, it was also because they had a great chef, ensuring daily dishes were unique.
“Wife Boosting Fighting Soul!”
“One battle and fame! The… Wife Boosting Fighting Soul!”
“Brother Li, how did you do it? Teach me, please…”
Many of the prodigies on the Qianlong List greeted Li Mo as he came out of the kitchen.
The prodigies of the Qianlong List were all young talents, with outstanding talents, none of them lacking pride.
But some events shattered their pride, leaving others only able to envy.
For example, when surrounded, a cold celestial maiden suddenly descended…
“?”
Li Mo found it strange.
Good news, everyone stopped calling him the “God Hammer Little Overlord.”
Bad news, his other nickname didn’t seem very catchy! It sounded worse than a miscellaneous fish!
Little Li sat back down, puzzled.
He noticed that Murong Xiao, Huang Donglai, Xiao Qian, and the Three Heroes of Hengyun were looking at him with strange expressions.
“Tell me, is my nickname unreasonable.”
“Old Xiao, you’re called ‘Residual Wind Slashing Sword,’ how cool. Old Ying, you’re called ‘Soaring Cloud Sword,’ even more elegant. Huang Donglai, forget it, eat more…”
“So, I haven’t married yet, I don’t even have a wife, where does the ‘Wife Boosting’ come from? What am I boosting?”
“Where is my wife?”
Little Li felt indignant.
Just then, a light footstep echoed from the stairs, drawing everyone’s attention to the newcomer.
Well.
The cold Cold Fairy walked to the table, her expression serene and holy, her demeanor cold and aloof, sitting beside Li Mo.
Her fingertips curled slightly around the big-headed doll.
“…”
Everyone leaned back slightly.
Maybe…
Ask her?
