Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 133: Weak Forehand, Unskilled Backhand

Theoretically speaking, as long as Huangmao can deal with Lao Deng, the matter will basically be settled.

What's more, there is no such thing as a bride price in the Four Continents.

So Zhang Ze felt that he was invincible.

But after becoming invincible, there will be an enemy from outside, and this enemy happens to be Chen Qin's mother.

Aunt Mo is a very gentle person.

Except when she was holding a sword and acting as a teacher.

Zhang Ze knew this from a casual question from Ms. Mo after the family dinner.

Ms. Mo asked a very simple question, a question that any disciple of the Sword Sect should be able to answer.

"Which move should the Seven Swordsmen of Heavenly Travel use when encountering an enemy?"

The Seven Heavenly Swords are sword techniques practiced by the Sword Sect's disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage, and are a required course in the Sword Sect's textbooks.

But the problem is that Zhang Ze rarely attended classes, and his sword manual was as good as new.

So he doesn't know the standard answer.

Zhang Ze's own answer was a bit too open.

His answer was to randomly pick a move to attract the enemy's attention.

Then let Ari set a trap on the enemy's path.

After the enemy falls into the trap, use talismans to cut off their escape, and then throw twenty thousand-machine mines into it.

If the enemy is not dead, throw the Xuanjian Treasure Mirror at him. When the enemy is only breathing a breath, then chop him with a sword to finish him off.

But obviously, this answer cannot be told.

If you say it, you might be expelled from the sect on the spot.

So Zhang Ze began to stammer, trying hard to recall the knowledge he had never heard before.

Fortunately, the junior sister felt sorry for her brother, and Chen Qin used gestures to remind Zhang Ze.

After getting the cheat sheet, Zhang Ze pretended to think for a while before answering.

"The fourth sword, Clear Water Lotus."

Although he had never attended classes or read the book, Zhang Ze remembered that Qiao Lezhi seemed to have told him the name of each of the seven sword moves.

However, Zhang Ze forgot one thing, that is, don't believe the answer copied from the last one.

After hearing his senior brother's answer, Chen Qin closed his eyes in despair.

"The fourth sword is called Sword Cutting the Sky." Aunt Mo frowned.

"Do you remember the remaining six swords?" she continued to ask.

"A gathering of heroes, eight-treasure lotus root, tiger-skin green dragon." Zhang Ze couldn't continue, because even the sect leader began to sigh.

Zhang Ze also couldn't answer any of the next few questions, and Aunt Mo's expression became more and more serious.

In a trance, Zhang Ze seemed to have returned to the past.

I was back to the time in middle school when my Chinese teacher randomly asked me to recite "Li Sao".

I really can't memorize it.

Perhaps he felt that there was no need to continue the test, so the sect leader tried to smooth things over.

"It doesn't matter if you forget, as long as the sword is in your heart."

Zhang Zexin said that he was worthy of being the sect leader, and that the truth he spoke was so beautiful.

"Yes, yes, my brother is really good at fighting."

The junior sister also supported Zhang Ze, but Ms. Mo, who had become the class teacher, did not believe it.

"Practice."

Two words that are concise and to the point.

Outside the pavilion, Zhang Ze stood in the square holding an ordinary spiritual sword, while Ms. Mo stood opposite him with her hands behind her back.

Generally speaking, when seniors guide juniors, the juniors take the initiative, and then the seniors remain calm and composed like a mountain, gently dissolving all the attacks of the juniors and then making a few comments.

But Ms. Mo is not an ordinary person. When she says practice, she really means practice.

Although she didn't move, the sword energy moved.

Before Zhang Ze could react, sword energy came towards him, each one aiming for his vital points, and dissipated between heaven and earth in an instant when it got close to his skin.

Each sword strike has the power of the foundation-building period, and the sword technique is exquisite and continuous.

Zhang Ze dodged and moved, using all his strength to resist, like a small boat struggling in a storm. Then, he failed to block a single sword.

"The backhand is weak, the forehand is not refined, the footwork is loose, the reaction is slow, and none of the moves are decent."

"How did Li Guanqi teach you?"

The last few sword energies hit Zhang Ze and knocked him away.

Zhang Ze fell to the ground. Although he had no external injuries, he felt pain all over his body. Perhaps Aunt Mo was really angry and hit Zhang Ze twice.

In Mo Jingchun's opinion, teachers should always care about their disciples' situation. Disciples cannot slack off, and teachers cannot slack off either.

So in Mo Jingchun's opinion, although he himself should bear 90% of the responsibility for Zhang Ze's academic failure, the main responsibility still lies with Li Guanqi.

"Li Guanqi's thirty years' salary is gone." Aunt Mo didn't care about the friendship between old classmates in this life at all.

It seems that the couple's fines start from thirty years.

"I'll teach you myself tomorrow! If you can't learn it, you'll stay in the mountains for the rest of your life!"

As Aunt Mo said this, Li Guanqi, who was visiting Longhu Mountain and bragging to his old friends, suddenly shuddered.

The purple-robed Heavenly Master opposite asked, "What's wrong?"

Old Li waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I'm just a little uneasy."

The purple-robed Taoist priest was also free, so he casually told Li Guanqi his fortune.

"My friend, you are in trouble. It's a disaster for you. It's a disaster for your wealth."

"Have you offended a villain?"

Hearing this, Li Guanqi was stunned for a moment, and then immediately thought of his unlucky disciple.

Although there is no evidence, this is my intuition.

"I told him to stay home and do his best, so why did he still cause trouble for me?"

Li Guanqi's head started to hurt again.

He rubbed his eyebrows and comforted himself that Zhang Ze had broken something again and it probably wasn't worth much money.

He took a sip of tea and continued to talk business with his old friend, "When will the old Taoist priest return to Longhu Mountain?"

The purple-robed Heavenly Master spread his hands and said, "I really don't know."

"The old man has been missing for many years. How would we know where he is now?"

"You asked me, I also want to know when the old man will come back."

……

In the Sword Sect's main hall, in a small courtyard on the top of a mountain, Zhang Ze lay on the bed, feeling pain all over his body.

The voice of Lily babble came from the sound transmission jade beside my ear.

"It's great that you're not coming back. No, that..."

"What I mean is, if you can't come back for a while, what will happen to Qianji Pavilion?"

"Sister Mei'er is not here now, how about you leave it to me?"

"From now on, we'll be called the Sky-Zha Gang. I'll be the leader, and Fu Ji will be the deputy leader."

"By then, I'll have a large group of deputy gang leaders..."

It was really annoying. Zhang Ze ended the call amid Lily's endless nagging.

A'li is not here, it is now with Chen Qin.

According to A Li's own words, it was going to gather intelligence and was ready to sell its lovely body to lay a solid foundation for Zhang Ze's future life in the headquarters.

But Zhang Ze guessed that it was just there to get free food and drinks, and Zhang Ze didn't plan to stay in the main pavilion forever, as he still had a lot of things to do.

Climbing up from the bed, he threw two pills into his mouth and held them, feeling the medicinal power dissolving. Zhang Ze stretched his arms and legs, then pushed the door open and walked out.

Open the box first.

The box that Wuming dropped before has not been opened yet.

According to A'li's calculations, tonight is the night of his best luck recently, and this place also happens to be the highest place in the Sword Sect's headquarters.

"I don't believe it. Nothing good can come out this time."

"After padded so many boxes, I have to take it one day."

Zhang Ze jumped onto the roof, sat cross-legged, and prepared to unbox.

(End of this chapter)