Collapse of Iron: From the practice of Taixu Sword Qi, the world is unrivaled

During this week, Lin Mo almost spent the entire time being beaten.

But Lin Mo was both happy and sad, because his progress in practicing "Taixu Zhen Jue" in the past few days was more than ten times faster than his previous blind exploration. Now he was only one step away from breaking through the threshold of the first strength: Taiyi strength.

Feeling the abundant energy in his body, he felt that the beatings he had received these days were not in vain. If he was not a little afraid of death, he would really want his master to hit him harder.

On this day, the weather was unusually clear. Lin Mo was somewhat excited and ran wildly in the wilderness, as fast as an antelope. He felt the sound of the wind blowing past his ears, whistling like a whistle. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his hometown with great traffic. But when he opened his eyes again, the stars in the sky told him that he could never go back!

Lin Mo couldn't help feeling a little sad, and tears welled up in his eyes.

After a while, Lin Mo lay flat on his back, because the old man and Master Huang Quan chatted with him every night, he was no longer surrounded by the endless feeling of emptiness these days. Instead, he lived a very fulfilling life every day with the order of practice - being beaten - practice - chatting - sleeping!

"Who?" Suddenly his mind moved and he turned around to block reflexively. Almost at the same time, a swinging punch hit his arm, making him fly backwards. He rolled dozens of times in the wilderness before being lifted up in the air by a jade hand and began to run wildly in the wilderness.

This speed is like lightning. Compared with this, his previous running speed is no different from that of a snail!

"Master, what is this?"

Lin Mo only felt that Master Huang Quan's footwork was somewhat familiar, but if he was asked to explain it, he couldn't remember it.

This feeling is extremely uncomfortable.

Huang Quan said calmly: "This is the [Cloud Eagle] in the Sword Transformation Style. I suddenly remembered it and was afraid I would forget it, so I will demonstrate it to you now. This sword style, like the [Black Falcon] in the Sword Transformation Style, focuses on footwork. The difference between the two is that the [Cloud Eagle] needs to maintain a long breath and focuses on long-distance raids; while the [Black Falcon] is a short burst, suitable for surprise attacks and assassinations!"

"I'm afraid I'll forget it in a while, so I'll let you experience it first, and then..." Huang Quan's jade hand tapped his forehead, and the two sword-shaped marks merged into Lin Mo's forehead in the blink of an eye and disappeared.

Through internal vision, Lin Mo could clearly see that there were two more things in his sea of consciousness.

"Master, what is this?"

"This is the mark of the sword species, which records the two sword styles of [Cloud Eagle] and [Black Falcon]. I used some special methods to seal it in your body. You have three chances to use each, which will allow you to master these two sword styles in advance without consuming your own strength. You can use these three chances to experience the mystery of them. It can be regarded as... my gift to you as your apprentice."

Hearing this, Lin Mo touched his empty pockets. The only good thing was given by his cheap master in front of him, so he said with some shame:

"Master, I have nothing on me right now. Next time, if I get a good treasure, I will definitely give it to you as a gift!"

Huang Quan gently rubbed Lin Mo's head and said, "No need. In my world, there is no such thing as a disciple giving a gift to the master. It is enough that you have this intention." Huang Quan paused and changed the subject, saying with a smile, "Besides, when did I agree to accept you as my disciple?"

Lin Mo lowered his head. No matter whether Huang Quan recognized him or not, he would definitely repay the kindness of saving his life and teaching him. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was like a reborn parent. Sun Wukong did not dare to forget the kindness of teaching Bodhi Patriarch for five hundred years, so how could he dare to forget his kindness?

That's something even animals can't do!

Huang Quan didn't know what Lin Mo was thinking, and continued, "The old man is about to reach the end of his life, let's come and see him off!"

Lin Mo's expression became serious, with sadness flowing from his eyes like the sound of a brook, endlessly.

"Is the old man going to die?"

"Going to die? No, he has been dead for a long time!" Huang Quan's eyes were silent. Lin Mo couldn't see the light in her eyes from his current angle.

Lin Mo smiled bitterly and murmured, "Master, you said your name is Huang Quan and you are a self-destructor, but it seems to me that the title of ferryman is more suitable for you..."

Or maybe he is the soul-catcher, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva or something like that. Lin Mo doesn't quite understand the difference and can only guess based on his first impression.

The sound was as small as a whisper and should have been carried away by the whistling wind in the ears, but Huang Quan heard it.

"Ferryman? That's a very fitting code name. Maybe I can try using it in the future!"

Huang Quan rubbed his hair, smiled faintly and said: "I am Huang Quan's ferryman, and I come here specially to lead the dead back home!"

Soon, the two arrived at the Dead Sea. Lin Mo looked at the old man in front of him who was so skinny and decayed that he couldn't recognize himself, and a trace of sadness welled up in his heart.

"You...are here..." The old man spoke with difficulty. His voice was as unpleasant as a millstone that had been worn for thousands of years. "Xiao Mo, come to me!"

Lin Mo nodded without hesitation.

The old man touched Lin Mo's hand, took out a small spaceship model from his arms, and handed it to him, "Take it. Go to the starry sea in the future, go to the ends of the earth, find the meaning of existence, get rid of this body of [Blood Guilty Spirit], and get rid of the influence of the power of nothingness!"

Lin Mo lowered his head heavily. Even though he had only lived for a dozen days, he already felt...sadness.

The so-called tragedy is that beautiful things are torn apart and destroyed in front of you.

This old man seemed to be a guiding light given to him by God. If it were not for the fascinating stories he had been telling himself all the time before, he might have succumbed to the temptation and jumped into the Dead Sea and died on the first day.

"Old man, may I know your name?"

Lin Mo couldn't help crying.

Tears flowed down the corners of my eyes and formed a stream.

The old man smiled upon seeing this. Tears represent the first step to getting rid of nothingness. Xiaomo has already done it. It is only a matter of time before he gets rid of the identity of [Blood Guilty Spirit]. He is born an optimistic child!

That’s great!

But, his name?

How strange, I can’t remember!

The old man held his head in pain, his face grim.

"Old man, the rain has stopped!"

The last drop of rain stopped, which meant that the regrets here had been completely eliminated, because of the contribution of the old man in front of him. He was like a diligent tailor, collecting all the regrets of his comrades and weaving them into a perfect dream. In the end, it would be she, with the knife in her hand, who would cut everything off and send these dead people back home...