Chapter 2064 Routines and Anti-Routines (1/86)

Chapter 2068 Routines and Anti-routines

"I'm sorry, Muyu, I remembered it wrong. Your talent and qualifications have little to do with the size of the fish you catch."

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It is said that the adult world is dangerous and complicated. Even Wang Muyu himself did not expect that even if he was so cautious, he would still be tricked.

The root cause is that the person standing in front of him was planned and arranged by Wang Ling. It was because of his unlimited trust in Wang Ling that he relaxed a little.

Of course, there is another key point. Wang Muyu felt that such an old predecessor who is highly respected in the earth's cultivation circle, the former hero of Huaxiu country... facing a child like him, he would not use tricks to test him, right?

But this old guy did it, and he used it quite naturally. There was no flaw in his acting skills...

Wang Muyu sighed in his heart.

Alas, after all, he is still too young.

When facing the sword master's question, the little guy naturally showed his timid and innocent face, and his eyes were still shining with dazzling stars.

He reacted quickly: "Eh? Is that so? But I didn't feel any discomfort when I held the rod?"

Yi Jianchuan frowned, and immediately took the rod back from Wang Muyu's hand, and then was shocked to find that there was an invisible crack at the end of the fishing rod.

"There is indeed a crack."

Yi Jianchuan muttered.

So the fishing rod was damaged... The spiritual pressure inside was unbalanced, so Muyu could hold the rod for so long?

In this way, everything seemed to be explained.

How could a little guy of six or seven years old really hold this test fishing rod for so long? Even if he was a peerless genius at this age, it would be too exaggerated to hold it for more than ten minutes.

Seeing the sword master sighing in disappointment, Wang Muyu also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Of course, he knew that the Sword Saint was not so easy to fool. Although his realm and combat power were not as good as his, he had a vast experience. What kind of things had he not seen?

This fishing rod used for testing was a top-grade holy weapon. Even if the Sword Saint had all kinds of doubts, he would never have thought that this invisible crack would be deliberately made by the child in front of him.

A six or seven-year-old child, can break a top-grade holy weapon?

What a joke.

So, Yi Jianchuan stared at the damaged test fishing rod in his hand and said rather depressedly: "Mu Yu, how about we change the test method?"

"Okay." Wang Mu Yu accepted it happily, and then showed a harmless smile.

One failure makes one wiser.

This time, he will be extra careful.

...

A bamboo raft entered the west entrance of the artificial lake and drove to the east. Ripples appeared on the calm lake surface as the bamboo raft drove.

No one was sliding the bamboo raft. It was purely the propulsion effect caused by the sword energy released by the Sword Saint.

"After mastering the sword control technique, you can apply it to all aspects. When I was practicing swordsmanship, I often used all kinds of strange objects to cross the river."

"For example, reeds?"

"Everything."

As soon as the voice fell, Yi Jianchuan stopped the bamboo raft, raised his sword and gently lifted it to the lake surface. Drops of lake water were accurately peeled off from the lake surface. Affected by the sword energy, the peeled water drops were clearly grained and neatly arranged in the void to form an endless ladder.

He stepped directly on the drops of water and flew up to the sky at a high speed. He did not use any magic tools or any floating magic. He only relied on his own sword energy to control the water drops on the lake to build a ladder in the air and fly in the air.

Wang Muyu could actually do this operation, but at that time, he was still a little stunned when he looked at the sword saint who quickly disappeared from his sight. For some reason, he was fascinated by it.

Buzz!

When he came to his senses, the old man had appeared in front of him again. He was like a leaf, floating on the bamboo raft without any extra fluctuations.

"To practice sword, you must first cultivate your mind. As long as your mind is deep enough, the sword will naturally reach all directions and reach all the places you want to reach."

Then he continued to skillfully operate the bamboo raft, with his hands behind his back, and the demeanor of a swordsman was ready to emerge, very patient and gentle.

Wang Muyu's mind was as clear as a mirror. The speed of this bamboo raft could actually be faster, but the old man gave him a period of adaptation to take care of himself.

At this moment, Wang Muyu suddenly understood why Wang Ling chose to let him practice with Yi Jianchuan.

When they took the bamboo raft across the lake together, an unprecedented tranquility felt extraordinary comfort.

It was hard to believe that his realm and combat power were far stronger than the swordsman, but at this moment he was affected, making him feel unreal.

"By the way, Grandpa Swordsman. Where are we going?" At this moment, Wang Muyu asked.

He also has telepathy, but for some reason, Wang Muyu is reluctant to use it on the person in front of him. Although even if he uses telepathy, the other party may not know it, but don't steal other people's thoughts at will, which is also a kind of respect.

When he was on the shore, he didn't read the mind because he was not careful.

Now on this bamboo raft, Wang Muyu gave up the idea of ​​using telepathy again because of the respect he felt spontaneously.

Hearing the little guy change his name, Yi Jianchuan smiled happily: "I will take you to the Dragon Gate."

As he spoke, he manipulated the lake water below with his sword energy, directly raising a huge wave, and used the bamboo raft as a skateboard to take Wang Muyu directly on the waves.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of a huge wall, which was the sluice gate of the artificial lake.

"If you want to go from this artificial lake to the big reservoir, there are two ways. One is to hold your breath and swim through the passage at the bottom of the lake. The second is to jump over this 200-meter-high sluice gate."

Staring at the 200-meter-high sluice gate in front of him, Wang Muyu fell into deep thought... It is certainly not difficult for him to jump over it.

But after all, Yi Jianchuan's understanding of him is limited. If he really jumps over it, it will be a problem.

So what is the best way at this time? Wang Muyu was influenced by Wang Ling, who taught by example. When faced with such a task that he could obviously complete but had to give up, he usually just needed to pretend to work hard.

He frowned, wondering how many meters he should jump to land appropriately.

As a result, the Sword Saint slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "You are indeed... the disciple I want to find!"

Wang Muyu: "?"

The Sword Saint was moved and said: "Under normal circumstances, children of your age would have given up long ago when they saw such a high sluice. But you, Muyu, are different. You actually want to jump over it! I have decided that today, I will officially accept you as my disciple!"

"..."

Hearing this, Wang Muyu's eyes suddenly showed great doubts again.

He didn't expect that he was actually tricked twice in one day...