Chapter 3636 Accountability

I don't quite understand how Odachi's influence on growth is considered, and which aspect of growth it will affect.

But as a soul body, it will not lie to me, that is to say, this is indeed what it plans to do.

Since it already has a plan, I won't make any wild guesses.

So he continued to swing the knife with all his concentration.

At this time, the voice of Odachi once again sounded in my mind: "Understand, what I said, proficiency in swordsmanship does not lie in how gorgeous or clever it is, but in how skilled and proficient it is. When you practice a sword move to the extreme, then this sword can cut mountains and cut seas, and it is unstoppable."

After a pause, it continued: "Now, what you really lack is not the proficiency of the sword technique, but the will of the sword."

"If you want to go one step further, become the strongest swordsman in history, and reach the true state of returning to nature, then you need to condense your sword intention."

"The sword intention that belongs to me?"

In a daze, I murmured to myself, and the movement of swinging the sword slowed down slightly, but the force of the sword suddenly increased sharply.

This caused the onlookers to scream in surprise and scatter in all directions.

Fortunately, the sudden increase in Dao Gang's power only happened in a moment. The next second, I stabilized my emotions and mind again and continued to practice my sword.

Seeing that the blades were no longer overflowing, the group of people moved closer to me, but they still stayed a little further away with lingering fear.

This practice lasts all morning.

As noon approached, I wiped the sweat from my forehead, drank a bottle of water, and walked slowly towards the temporary canteen under the gaze of the crowd.

The chefs' meal had reached the final stage and was about to be finished. I turned my head and asked the adventurer leader with a smile: "Did you ask them to prepare the meal later?"

"Yes" The adventurer leader did not deny it.

"Well done" I smiled.

"I'm scared."

The adventurer leader responded respectfully.

After waiting for about a quarter of an hour, hot meals were served in plates.

At this time, looking far away, a group of people came huffing and puffing, led by the old expert and his daughter.

I just looked at them and ignored them, but they came straight to our table. With the support of my daughter, the old expert sat down opposite me.

"Sir," the old expert spoke, and said in an old voice: "I did something wrong before, I hope you will forgive me."

I chewed my lunch carelessly and said slowly: "I have forgiven you."

When the old expert heard this, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked: "Then can we also go down to the tomb?"

"no."

The old expert looked confused and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

But his daughter, with a serious face, asked: "We have realized our mistake, why are we not allowed to follow him to the tomb?"

"Because the mausoleum is dangerous and your lives are precious," I said calmly.

"We have recognized our mistake, and we can guarantee that we will not make similar mistakes again in the future. We kindly ask you to give us another chance."

The words of the old expert’s daughter sounded like she was begging me, but her unique proud attitude still told me silently: We are not wrong, it is you who are wrong.

After thinking for a few seconds, I suddenly asked: "Experts and scholars, do you know why I want to take you with me on this trip?"

Faced with this problem, everyone in the expert team remained silent and just stared at me.

Seeing that they didn't answer for a long time, I couldn't help laughing and said: "It turns out that you don't even know the reason why I brought you here. No wonder you behave like this. Since you don't know why I invited you here, then everyone, please Go back."

Hearing this, the old expert looked solemn and frowned, saying, "Sir, what do you mean by this?"

"If I remember correctly, I told everyone before we set off that the destination of our trip is one of the mausoleums of the Peruvian Empire, and what you have to do is to crack the mechanism inside the mausoleum. Trap, reduce risk. Now that I look at it, you obviously didn’t listen to what I said. You can’t even listen to what the employer said. What use do I need from you?”

"Sir," one of the team members said, "It's not that we didn't listen to what you said, we just didn't know how to respond."

"You experts, you are all thinking about twists and turns, and your employer's questions are always hesitant. What are you trying to do?" I shook my head and sighed: "Can't you just say it straight? You have to go around. Those who go around will not give up until one of them is stunned, right?"

When the man heard this, his expression froze and he said, "That's not what we meant."

"No matter what you mean, I still say that, no, it just won't work."

"If you do this, aren't you afraid that you will be ashamed of your actions today in the future?" the old expert's daughter said righteously.

"Ashamed?" I cupped my chin and put a spoonful of rice with broth into my mouth. While chewing it carefully, I asked with a smile, "Why?"

"Because of your stubbornness, the history of a glorious country in Zephyr Continent has been buried!"

The words of the old expert's daughter were powerful and powerful: "What is the difference between your behavior and the sinners of history?"

Faced with her question, I laughed: "Let me ask you, who writes history?"

"The bard who serves as historian, of course."

"So, whose salary does this troubadour receive?"

"It's Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

"That's right," I said, "It is true that the official historians can regard me as a historical sinner and write it into the history books, but once His Majesty knows about this, do you think he will allow such historical documents to be circulated in the world?"

The daughter of the old expert became silent, and the old expert also remained silent. Even the members of the expert team who had been chattering before were also silent.

"Of course, it is also possible that the troubadour is a hard-core, good man. He just wants to nail me to the pillar of shame, and even disobeys the imperial edict. But what happens next? Will Your Majesty be angry? What will your angry Majesty do? What kind of decision will be made? Do you think you can influence His Majesty's decision?"

When the old expert's daughter heard this, her face became more solemn, and her sharp temperament became much weaker, but she still gritted her teeth. I don’t know if you want to force me to submit with this attitude, or if you simply don’t want to admit defeat?

If it's the former, I want to say that you are thinking too much. Even if you stay in the same state every day these days and stare at me when you are in front of me, I will still not compromise.

As for the latter, it's easy to deal with, just leave her alone. Once this brute force passes, she won't continue to make trouble unreasonably.

After all, we are all adults, with more mature thoughts and simple judgments on things.

"Sir," at this time, the old expert's voice sounded again: "I understand what you mean, but I still want to ask, what should we do before you are willing to let us follow you to the tomb?"