Tales of Herding Gods

Qin Mu was hanged on the wall in two, and there was a landscape pattern on the wall of the old village. Only the house of the mother-in-law was not printed.

Qin Mu still has to rush to the past, suddenly found that his vitality is exhausted, can not help but stunned.

Lost.

The tyrant is defeated, and the defeat is not the same as the village chief. Even the strength is not as strong as the village head. It seems that he can only take over the name of the emperor.

The head of the village said softly: "You can still recover after you recover."

Qin Mu set the god: "Good!"

The village chief’s face was black, and he saw that the cow’s baby was running wildly, and his eccentric hegemony, Sandan’s work, was repaired.

"You are going to blow up." The pharmacist came over and looked at the figure of Qin Muyuan.

The village chief stunned: "Where?"

The pharmacist sneered: "Your swordsmanship is extremely depleted. With your cultivation as a deep degree, the Wuyi realm can be displayed twice, up to three times. How many times have you just exhibited? Seven times?"

The head of the village couldn't stand, and Nene said: "My strength is unimaginable. I can control the vitality for four times. Every time I use the least amount of energy... But the strength of the animal is really strong. I thought it was five. I am not much worse than his temperament in the realm of the world. Unexpectedly..."

The pharmacist smiled: "Unexpectedly, he is like a big water tank, you are just a bucket."

The village chief sighed and shook his head. "He can be more than me in the realm of the fetus, but it is impossible to be so deep in the realm of Wuyi. I don't have any shortcomings in the realm of Wuyi, but he... There are no short boards. You can see it, but don't say it."

The pharmacist smiled and said: "The same sword method, he lost to you, he has already lost, why should I say it? However, you just said that the emperor has only a heavy burden of responsibility, no benefit, it seems that something is wrong?"

The village chief said lazily: "What good is it? Why don't I know?"

The pharmacist's eyes flashed and said: "I have heard of some legends about the Emperor and the Emperor's seal. The Emperor's seal seems to involve many ancient inheritances. Some inheritances can be traced back to tens of thousands of years ago, hundreds of thousands of years ago. Some holy places were created by the Emperor. It is said that the Emperor’s seal is more useful than the emperor’s jade.”

The village chief said indifferently: "That is the legend of many years ago. Now the Emperor is a black iron shovel. Who will follow the order of a black iron shovel?"

The pharmacist smiled and said: "There is a legend that when the emperor prints out, he can command the world to be a hero."

The village chief yawned and lazy: "The emperor is in the shepherd. You let him take it out and see which sect is listening to him. It is a good thing not to be killed."

The pharmacist shouted: "You know that this is so dangerous, why did you print him to him?"

The village head is no longer lazy, and the sword is flashing in his eyes. He said: "This is responsibility and burden. The burden is passed to my shoulder. I can't afford it. So I was cut off. But this burden must always come. Bear, I can't throw the burden down with me and throw it into the grave!"

“Some things need someone to do even if they know the danger!”

The village chief spit out a sigh of gas and said: "Do it, it may fail, it may die, but there is always a glimmer of hope. If you don't do it, there is not even a little hope. The things that the emperors have done before, than you think. It’s much more. Shepherd is very good.”

The pharmacist stunned: "I just have some painstaking shepherd, and I am dragged into your old path. How can shepherd win over you?"

"He can't win me."

The village chief has a hint of pride in his tone: "With the sword, the mountain river, he will never win. The sword is composed of the fourteen-style sword, but after my polishing, there is no flaw. He wants to The three-style sword of the national division is integrated into my swordsmanship, and it is necessary to make changes to the Jianlushan River. His thoughts are good, but his vision is not as high as mine. As long as it is changed, there will be flaws. The more flaws there are."

The pharmacist was stunned and spit out a sigh of gas. He looked at Qin Mu, who was stalking, and his heart was full of sympathy.

"However, he can use my hand to sharpen the sword."

The head of the village smiled and said: "The more you change the sword, the more you change, the deeper the understanding of the sword. The deeper you understand, the more you can jump out of the swordsmanship and jump out of the sword, and the approach is almost true. At the level of the Tao, there are fourteen strokes or seventeen strokes in the basic sword style.

"Learning the sword method, using the sword method is just the realm of surgery. The technique is applied by learning. If you want to be promoted to law, you need to create it. Yankang Guoshi is this stage. It is the realm of law." Further, throwing Opening the law and surgery is the realm of the Tao."

The head of the village said: "The shepherd is now between the surgery and the law. He used my hand to polish the sword, which is better than I taught him."

After a long time, Qin Muxiu recovered to the peak state, but did not directly seek the village head, but sat down silently, quietly enlightened, trying to perfect his swords and mountains, without any flaws.

How to integrate the three-style sword of the national division into the Jianshang River, without leaving any flaws, this is what he wants to do.

Using the village chief's sword method to fight the village head, certainly can not beat, but to improve and improve, there are hopes of winning.

He used his heart to enlighten, and all kinds of swords in his mind were disrupted, then reorganized, and then confronted with the fictional village chief in his mind.

But the result of each confrontation is defeated.

He simulated a battle in his mind, but let him improve and never change the end of the defeat.

After a long time, Qin Mu’s spirit was uplifting and stood up. In the brainstorming, he had already defeated the village head with a new sword method. When impromptu, he said: “The village head, come again!”

The village chief smiled and said: "Okay."

Qin Mu whistling and rushed, and showed his improved swordsmanship. Then Qin Mu flew high and sprinkled a series of blood flowers in the air and planted them in the chicken ring.

More than a dozen chickens and dragons screamed, and the momentum smashed the past. Qin Mu quickly vacated, and the dozens of chickens and dragons flew up, the wings were like swords, and the fire-breathing dragon killed him.

In the midair, the mountains and rivers collapsed. Like the Cangshan River, more than a dozen chickens and dragons were drowned. After a stroke, more than a dozen bare chickens and dragons fell from the sky, and the feathers fluttered and fluttered.

Qin Mu landed down and could not help but stay.

The dozens of chickens and **** screamed and slammed into the chicken ring, and closed the firewood door and did not dare to show their heads.

"Giggle!" The old hen sounded loud and shouted.

Qin Mu waved a hand, and there were a few traces left by the sword on the chicken ring.

There was a panic in the chicken ring.

Qin Mu stayed and looked at his own hands. When did he become so powerful?

"The shepherd is so good, I can finally beat the chicken!" The scorpion praised.

Qin Mu's face was reddish, and he continued to immerse himself in enlightenment. Suddenly, Dumb lost a sword pill and said: "Aba! Aba! Ah!"

Qin Mu thanked the dumb, and the dumb means that he had just refining a sword pill and tried it with this sword.

He clenched the sword pill, and rushed into the sword pill. There were countless swords flying out of the sword. It was the light of the sword. It seemed to have no substance. It could be distorted, as his vitality was generally smart!

Qin Mu held the sword pill and punched it out. The sword in the sword pill suddenly turned into a dragon and screamed out, roaring in the small village!

Qin Mu was shocked, and the village chief was shocked and glared at the dumb.

Qin Mu received the boxing, his mind was fretting, and he felt that the sword ball that he had gripped in his hand seemed to melt. His hand was tight, and the sword was turned into a hammer of iron, and he hammered down and tried his best. Pull the ground out of a large pit.

Qin Mu jumped up and slashed, and the sun was raging in the East China Sea. The knife was like a big wave, and the sky was empty.

Immediately, the sword was turned into a sword, and it was like a slap in the air. In the air, a dragon dragon figure was drawn. The dragon's tortoise changed into a four-foot long gun. Qin Mu walked in the air and went straight to Huanglong.

The head of the village jumped and looked dumb and looked bad.

Dumb quickly hid in the blacksmith shop and did not dare to show up.

In the midair, the long gun disappeared, replaced by countless swords, and Jianguang turned into a vast mountain river in an instant.

Swords and mountains!

Qin Mu landed, and his heart was shocked and happy. The dumb-forged sword was actually combined with his mind. It should be extracted from the gold gas of the Xuan Tie Xuan Jin, taking its gas and discarding its shape.

Although this sword pill is a sword pill, it can be ever-changing, and his swordsmanship method can be displayed without any hindrance.

The skill of dumb forging is almost complete!

Qin Mu took the sword and took it. He did not use the sword to challenge the village chief. The dumb poked his head out of the blacksmith shop. He made two strokes and wiped it on his neck. It means that he can definitely use this sword. The village chief of the realm of the realm killed.

The village head was furious and his face was wrinkled. If Qin Mu is really using the sword, the power of the sword is skyrocketing, and maybe he can be defeated.

Qin Mu shook his head and said: "The dumb grandfather, the village chief does not use weapons, I can not use it, otherwise he will not be convinced."

Dumb turned his eyes, a look that you didn't save.

Qin Mu continued to enlighten himself and modified his swords and mountains, but the result of each collision was the same.

Every time he fails, he has a new sentiment, making his swords and mountains more and more perfect, but every improvement is a failure.

Finally, after the last failure, Qin Mu found that he could not continue to improve this trick.

His vision is no longer able to improve.

Qin Mu smashed, suddenly woke up, and displayed a trick in the sword of the setting sun, sunset over the river, his sword is like a river, a round of red sun sinking in the heart of the river, the red sun in the countless swords.

He only practiced once or twice in this trick, but the power of his display was amazing, as if he had been immersed in this trick for a hundred years.

Qin Mu sighed and bowed down to the village chief, and worshipped the teacher.

The village chief smiled and said: "Get up, there are not so many rules. These days I will teach you other tricks of the sword map. With your current accomplishments, it should not be difficult to learn... dumb, bad embryos, and faces come out. !"