As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

Chen Zhiming said casually: "I wanted to do this, so I did it."

The old man was speechless. After a long silence, he asked, "Are you Zhu Qinghou?"

"no!"

Chen Zhiming said: "When you see the truth, you will find that everything is just a different path to the same destination.

Among the three thousand great ways, swordsmanship has the greatest killing power.

So I analyzed Zhu Qinghou's sword intent and got a glimpse of its true face.

Just like your sword-drawing skills, you pursue extreme speed, but you are always a little slower than Zhu Qinghou. It's not because you are not fast enough, but because you haven't glimpsed the essence of swordsmanship. "

The old man asked, "What is the essence of the way of the sword?"

"Don't say it!"

Chen Zhiming stretched out his palm, letting the blue bird rest on it, and said slowly: "The truth cannot be expressed in words. I cannot teach you what I see, but you can try to slow down."

The old man seemed to be thinking about something. After a long silence, he whispered, "My last name is Li. You can just call me Lao Li from now on."

"Okay, Lao Li!"

......

"This day has finally come!"

In the village, the old village chief was hunched over, looking at the wooden sword on Chen Zhiming's back, his turbid eyes full of loneliness.

Everyone knows that Zhu Qinghou split the sky with one sword and killed the god who wanted to cross the sky and come to the world.

But no one knows what Jianmen paid for this.

With that sword, Zhu Qinghou borrowed his sword from the world and joined hands with three thousand sword cultivators from Jianmen to conquer the Great Wall of the human race.

At that time, the sword energy in the sky gathered into the Sword of Creation, which cut down the quasi-emperor god who was crossing over.

In exchange for hundreds of years of peace in the wild world.

But those sword cultivators never came back.

All the sword cultivators died, and only Zhu Qinghou's sword servant returned wailing with a broken sword on his back.

From then on, Jianmen was closed and never appeared in the world again.

Today, Jianmen is just an ordinary small village.

When Chen Zhiming appeared in the village six years ago and caused the wooden candle to resonate, the old village chief knew that one day it would leave.

I just didn't expect this day to come so soon.

"Are you leaving today?"

The village chief suddenly asked.

"Leaving today."

Chen Zhiming whispered: "Sorry, I can't take down the wooden candle now, the Qi Hai sword intent needs it to be carried!"

"Wood Candle chose you, you are its partner, no need to apologize."

The village chief wanted to touch the wooden sword, but the sword suddenly made a buzzing sound, so he had to withdraw his hand embarrassedly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little awkward, Chen Zhiming coughed dryly and said, "It's a little naughty."

The village chief concealed his disappointment and said: "Young people should go out and try their luck. No one from Jianmen has traveled around the world in recent years. People may have forgotten the existence of Jianmen.

When you are out, I will not pay attention to the quarrels between peers, but if someone bullies the weak, just pass on your sword to the world.

Although I am a useless man, I can still handle those idiots."

Chen Zhiming was slightly stunned.

He stayed in the village for five years. Although he got along well with most people in the village and was even unanimously elected as the village private school teacher, he did not have much contact with the village chief.

Even the village chief would have a gloomy face every time he saw him.

He once thought that the village chief hated him and they had little contact.

I didn't expect the village chief would say such words just before leaving.

The old village chief seemed to see through his doubts and said with a dark face: “No one will be happy facing a bastard who kidnapped his friend.

The bastards are waiting for you at the entrance of the village, go and say goodbye."

"Village Chief, Jianmen will never be forgotten."

Chen Zhiming bowed deeply to the village chief, and after a long time he stood up and walked out of the village.

There.

A group of boys and girls, about twelve years old, looked at him reluctantly.

As his eyes swept across the group of young men and women, a smile flashed across Chen Zhiming's pale face.

Then he became serious again.

He said with a straight face: "Zhu Tai'a, Li Qingluan, Jiang Zhuhuo, Yue Manzhong... I remember that this is Mr. Zhang's first class in the Great Wilderness Forbidden Land. Why are you running here instead of staying in the private school?"

The students lowered their heads and dared not look at him.

Only the female student Li Qingluan said with red eyes: "We can't bear to leave you, sir. Can you stay?"