046, the difference of an era

The weather outside the window is good. Even if you don’t go out, you can see that this place is definitely not the frozen wind blowing sand. So... where is this place?

Just a little movement, the idiot felt weak all over. He covered his chest, lay on the bed again, breathing heavily. When Xiaobao saw it, he hurriedly brought the medicine bowl from the white wolf's mouth, moved it to the idiot's side, knelt on the bed, carefully scooped out a small spoon, and handed it to the idiot's mouth.

After a minute, Xiaobiao's concern finally received an idiot's response. He looked around vigilantly, and then at the young long-haired woman in front of him. The long-term coma might have made his mind a little confused, but soon, he regained his due calmness.

"I... should be blowing the sand in the wind."

“It was one month ago.”

The woman continued to comb her hair, and the expression on her face seemed very indifferent, as if she was saying something for granted.

"I saw...the teacher."

"who?"

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"Oh, is that?"

The woman just responded softly. This should definitely be considered an adventure for ordinary people, but she couldn't even lift her eyebrows slightly. Perhaps, it was because she had seen too many bizarre and incredible things over the long time. So she would no longer be interested in anything.

The idiot breathed a sigh of relief and pulled open the bed. He struggled to get out of the bed, his steps seemed a little staggering. Little bread hurriedly held her next to her, her big eyes showing great worry and fear.

"If you want to blow the wind and sand back, I advise you to give up."

With a wave of his finger, the girl's long hair fluttered in the air along the track pulled out of the wooden comb. After sorting out her hair, the woman took out a blue ribbon, carefully tied the end of her hair, and threw it behind her. It was also at this moment that the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and a thirteen-year-old girl with the same black hair and wearing a civilian outfit ran in happily holding a candied haws in her hand.

"Sister, sister! I'm going to play with you~~~ Those people are very bored, I'm so bored~~~"

The girl smiled slightly and said, "Be good, little Knight, I have something to do now. Do you go and have fun with those peers? I believe many children will like to play with it."

The little girl pouted, and she could tell that she was a little unhappy. Before leaving the hut with a grumbling belly, she poked her head out from behind and glanced at the idiot. Then, she ran out with the candied haws.

After seeing the child off, the girl returned to the idiot. She pulled a chair and sat down, and the white wolf left the house tactfully and went outside to play with the orphans who had lost their parents. The girl looked through the window and watched the children crawling on the white wolf's back and holding its fur, and couldn't help but smile.

"Master, I..."

"I said, don't call me Master."

The girl turned around and the smile on her face was solemn and rigorous.

"Become my disciple, you will face endless troubles and troubles. The people and 'things' I offend are far beyond your imagination. Believe me, you will never want to have too much connection with me. Unfortunately, even if you and this child are in danger because of my reasons, according to the oath I made, I will never come to save you."

Xiao Bao was a little scared. She shrank behind the idiot and gently pulled the corner of his clothes.

The idiot was silent for a while, and finally, he lowered his head. After a moment, he seemed to finally agree to this fact and raised his head again.

"Then...what I call you."

"Any name is OK. 'you', 'hey', 'the one over there', 'the one with the wolf'. As long as you can hear you're calling me, there's no problem with any title you can think of."

The idiot was a little confused when he heard this. He lowered his head and looked at his right arm. He saw that Anmio was still closing his eyes, as if he was still sleeping. After a long time, he nodded again.

"I think the wind blows the sand."

The girl smiled slightly, but shook her head gently: "I'm sorry. You can't go back. Because the capital of the stag, Fengshao Sand City, had completely perished a month ago. Now it is called the Ice Fortress by others."

The idiot took a stack of newspapers thrown by the girl, which described in detail many things about wind and sand. Judging from the photos, the city is still frozen layer by layer like what I have seen before. The desert area near the wind and sand has also begun to condense into ice and turn into frozen soil. Several expedition teams once wanted to enter and find out the truth, but all of them were in and out. Over time, even the Bucks Empire itself decided to give up the city and hide the capital.

"There is now controlled by some powerful existence. Before the problem is solved, any person and thing that dares to break into it will be frozen. Even you, the little idiot, will not be exceptional."

The idiot put down the newspaper and took a deep breath. After he was silent for a while, he looked up and said, "Teacher Quilin...what is going on."

"I'm sorry, I can't say it." The girl smiled apologetically, "I have a vow, so I can't interfere too much in the third-level creatures. If you want to know the truth, you can only investigate it yourself. But I can't tell you anything."

"Who is that woman with black hair and golden eyes?"

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"I can't say it either. You need to investigate it yourself."

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In the afternoon sun shines into the hut, in this warmth, some of them are only silent.

“………………………………………… But, I lost.”

After exhaling a long breath, the idiot finally expressed the predicament in his heart. In response, the expression on the girl's face relaxed for a moment, as if she had remembered something very interesting.

"Ah... you lost. So, what conclusion did you come to?"

After a long period of thinking, the idiot finally breathed out and said-

"If that person is really a mirror image of me when I was twelve years old... does that mean that my strength over the past seven years has not only not improved at all, but instead... I can't even defeat myself at the age of twelve?"

Although there was no indication on the idiot's face, his right fist was clenched tightly. For the mouse in the sewer, strength is also part of the hope of survival. If even the teeth and claws become dull, it means that the mouse is not far from death.

This is a very serious question, and the idiot is also asking very seriously.

But for the girl who heard this question, she laughed and looked at the idiot gently with pity and comfort.

"Do you remember the nature of this sword technique I told you when I first passed on your Six Swords?"

"…………The sword technique of the last era. Practice the last sword and kill the gods." The idiot answered expressionlessly.

"This is the power of this sword technique. But what I asked about is the nature."

"Did you remember? The nature of this sword technique." The girl leaned on the windowsill, pressed against the window ridge with one foot, looking out, "This sword technique completely ignores the level gap in this era. Before the emergence of Xinwu, this sword technique already existed. Perhaps in this era, practicing according to the levels of calculating body, burning skills, refining hearts, bones, pure spirits, essences, and spirits, can achieve twice the result with half the effort. But in the previous era, that is, people over a thousand years ago, did not have this concept. In addition, the person who founded this sword technique himself created the six swords to deal with various extreme situations. If you are facing the enemy several times that of yourself, or if the enemy is several times stronger than yourself, then what else can you resist in the strong enemy? Wouldn't you just surrender obediently?"

The idiot was silent, and the girl continued to say-

"In this era, the list of martial arts levels undoubtedly provides a reference for people's combat practice. It can accurately tell people what routes should be followed, what stage to reach, and what bottlenecks to be encountered. Speaking of which, it is like a textbook that improves young warriors bit by bit."

"This method is very good. Through the planning of the level, you can tell the warriors what stage they are in, prevent blind arrogance, and you can also recognize their strength more clearly without having to practice their strength on the battlefield. It can be said that the proposal of the level is a new promotion mode for the fighters, and a shortcut that can make people accelerate and become stronger."

"However, this level planning also has some shortcomings. When the two sides fight, it is not a competition, but a real life-and-death battle, once one side knows that the other party is higher than the one, it will inadvertently increase its psychological pressure, and the idea of ​​'may not win' will emerge from the mind. Although real warriors and soldiers who have experienced many battles have long seen the true meaning of the level, it is a fatal idea for beginners who have not seen through and even started to regard the level as absolute strength and most second- and third-rate warriors."

"Before fighting, you think you may lose, so you will naturally not work too much. In addition, with the level regulations, in the process of martial arts learning, people at a certain level are mostly looking for opponents of the same level, and they will not deliberately seek out opponents of the higher level. And those at a higher level cannot go to fight with low-level reporters, thinking that this is bullying the weak and losing face. In this way, when practicing Xinwu and practical skills, they often use opponents of the same level as imaginary enemies, so they must be much weaker in terms of on-the-spot adaptability and self-confidence in facing high-level opponents."

"I have witnessed many people who, when they heard that the other party's level was higher than themselves, became frightened and panicked. Many battles that could be fought were also lost, while many battles that could escape were in vain in the end."

"But the six swords I taught you are different."

"This set of swordsmanship is not for the purpose of using people, but for killing people. It is the real killing swordsmanship and battlefield swordsmanship. On the battlefield, no one will compete with you, so in the previous era where there is no concept of level, the sword creator will imagine many of the most difficult and most dangerous scenes, almost all of which are lifeless. In the battle between life and death, whether the opponent's strength is stronger than you, whether the speed is faster than you, whether the skill is stronger than you, and whether the skills are better than you, all of them do not matter. Even if the opponent is a real god, he must kill together when threatening his life and fight a way out of the absolute predicament. In this case, the Six Swords set is the most violent and terrifying swordsmanship in the previous era, which has a preliminary prototype."

The idiot lowered his head and listened silently. The girl tilted her head and stretched out her perfect arm as white as jade, allowing a bird to land on her fingers. After gently kissing the bird's head, she smiled and continued-

"I remember when I first passed on your sword technique, I said that this is not a violent sword of tyranny, but a guardian sword. Since you have already grasped the third sword, you must have understood that the reason why this sword technique is so fierce is to protect what the user cherishes with all his strength. The stronger the idea of ​​protecting, the greater the power. In this way, based on the nature of the six swords ignoring the level strength and the ideological situation you were fighting at that time, it can be understood more or less why you lost."

The idiot thought... After a moment, he suddenly raised his head and said, "I saw the teacher at that time and got distracted."

The girl smiled: "You should know that any distraction on the battlefield is fatal. No one will give you another chance. So, if you really have to follow the historical process, you are dead now."

The idiot touched his neck, and the thought of death flashed through. By the way... Didn't he have a carotid artery cut open? So what saved him was...?

"Don't worry, it's not me who saved you, but the one who killed you."

The girl spoke out loudly and continued—

"That sword released almost two-thirds of your blood. The blood loss was enough to make you shock. But with your physique, you finally survived until your wound was frozen. After that, I came to you as agreed, and after seeing what happened later, I brought you here."
Chapter completed!