Luck taken away? It doesn't matter, I quietly become a god

Rong Shu was slightly startled: "Sword Qi?"

Lin Dao nodded: "Yes, this is an ability possessed by swordsmen when swordsmanship reaches a certain level. Sword energy is not difficult to cultivate. Even people with mediocre swordsmanship talents can practice it day after day for decades. You can also activate your own sword energy."

After hearing that it would take decades of practice to master sword energy, Rong Shu's eyes were blank.

...Isn’t this difficult after decades?

Seeing that Rong Shu was a little dumbfounded, Lin Dao smiled faintly: "For a monk, decades of time, passing by in a blink of an eye, are no different from a few hours of mortals. Different sword cultivators use different sword energies. There are differences, some are gentle and lingering like drizzle, and some are hot and violent like magma..."

"Beyond the sword energy is the sword intention. By the time the sword intention reaches this level, a swordsman's swordsmanship has already reached the stage of entering the palace."

"The sword's intention is very mysterious and infinite. Some sword cultivators will never be able to comprehend the sword's intention in their entire lives, while some sword cultivators may realize the sword's intention just by smiling. This depends on talent and more importantly, chance. "

After hearing so much, Rong Shu suddenly thought of Lin Dao's previous statement that she had no talent for swordsmanship, and couldn't help but feel a little discouraged: "Senior brother, didn't you say that I don't have talent for swordsmanship? Then maybe I can't even cultivate sword energy."

"Silly." Lin Dao reprimanded in a gentle tone: "I just used swordsmanship as an example. The same applies to all weapon training."

"Oh." Rong Shu scratched his head, a little embarrassed. She accidentally thought wrong.

Lin Dao comforted him in a slow voice: "You are still young, so don't be in a hurry. Practice the most basic sword skills first. Later, you can decide which weapon you want to major in, and then focus on training."

Lin Dao naturally knew a lot about those overly powerful sword techniques, but Rong Shu did not have any talent in sword technique, so Lin Dao did not intend to teach Rong Shu.

Rong Shu can learn some ordinary swordsmanship now, but if he learns more advanced swordsmanship without a certain talent, it will only be a waste of time and energy.

On the contrary, learning too much and not mastering it will affect Rong Shu's training and understanding of other weapons in the future.

Lin Dao returned the spirit sword to Rong Shu: "You practice slowly, I have something else to do, so I will leave first."

"Thank you, senior brother." Rong Shu took the spirit sword, still thinking about every move Lin Dao made when he used the sword in his mind.

"By the way, senior brother, there is a thief in the city recently who comes and goes without a trace. Please be more careful."

Lin Dao turned his head and glanced at Rong Shu, but saw that Rong Shu's face was calm, as if he had said a very ordinary word of concern.

"I know." Lin Dao nodded slowly, turned and left.

After Lin Dao left, Rong Shu's eyes showed some curiosity.

thief?

Could it be Senior Brother Lin Dao?

If it was really Senior Brother Lin Dao, why did he go to the City Lord's Mansion?

However, what does this have to do with Rong Shu?

Even if she guesses that the thief is Lin Dao, even if the city lord's palace has issued a reward of 100,000 spirit stones, it has nothing to do with Rong Shu.

After all...she is just an ordinary little monk, she doesn't know anything.

After Rong Shu knew what was going on, he stopped worrying about the matter and focused on reading the sword manual given by Lin Dao, and then started practicing sword practice.

……

Night falls.

Inside the city lord's palace.

Yan Chengqian listened to useless reports from his subordinates all day long. Not only did he catch the thief, he couldn't even figure out his whereabouts, and he became increasingly irritable.

Even as he was walking back to the courtyard of his resting residence, Yan Chengqian still kept thinking about the "thieves" who had appeared these days.

What was the thief's purpose? Why do you break into the city lord's mansion again and again?

Not for money, not for killing, deliberately leaving a trace, and then escaping completely, not knowing the other party's intentions, and being treated like a cat playing with a mouse. This feeling of humiliation and powerlessness made Yan Chengqian very uncomfortable.

When Yan Chengqian arrived at the door of his residence, when he was about to enter, his footsteps stopped.

Normally there would be the sounds of servants moving around inside, but now it was unusually quiet.

The next second, Yan Chengqian noticed a strange smell nearby and immediately turned his head to look.

In the darkness, a figure slowly walked out and appeared in front of Yan Chengqian.

Almost subconsciously, Yan Chengqian was extremely certain that this person was the thief who had broken into the city lord's mansion several times in recent days.

Yan Chengqian looked at Lin Dao with wary eyes: "Who are you? Why do you want to break into my house without permission?"

Lin Dao did not answer, but fluently stated a piece of information about Yan Chengqian's identity: "Yan Chengqian came to Nanhuang from Zhongzhou three hundred years ago and took over the position of the Lord of Chiyang City. Eighty years ago, Married to the local Liu family in Chiyang City, and fifty-five years later, they gave birth to a son named Yan Zimo."

Hearing this, Yan Chengqian's face changed slightly.

Any Southern Barren person can know the following information if they go out and inquire around. However, the first one, "came to Southern Barren from Zhongzhou three hundred years ago", only the top sects of Southern Barren can know the inside story. .

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Yan Chengqian couldn't help but think about Lin Dao's identity.

Could it be that he is a genius disciple from some great sect?

As for Lin Dao's early-stage foundation-building cultivation, Yan Chengqian didn't believe that a person who could come to him quietly and without alerting all the guards in the city lord's mansion would be a mere early-stage foundation-building person?

Seeing that Yan Chengqian still couldn't guess his origin, Lin Dao stopped talking in circles and said coldly: "It seems that you are living a comfortable life in Chiyang City. How did you get here and what responsibilities you carry?" , completely forgotten about it.”

"I'm very curious, what benefits did the Southern Wilderness evil way give you? To make you ignore the lives of the people in nine small towns!"

There are nine small towns with tens of thousands of mortals.

Not only did they die at the hands of evil spirits, but they were also completely betrayed by the "patron saint" who was supposed to protect them!

"you……"

Suddenly, an incredible idea flashed through his mind. Yan Chengqian looked at Lin Dao with doubts in his eyes: "Are you... an inspector sent by Zhongzhou?"

Zhongzhou...

How could he be from Zhongzhou?

Yan Chengqian's expression was dazed for a moment.

For many years, Yan Chengqian has almost lost contact with that place. Except for a routine report every fifty years, he has completely taken root in the Red Sun City of Southern Wasteland.

Because he was in the stage of becoming a god, he was among the top strong men in the Southern Wilderness, and with Zhongzhou as his back, he was responsible for managing Chiyang City, almost living like a local emperor.

Yan Chengqian's spiritual consciousness began to explore the entire city lord's palace, and even most of Chiyang City.

But except for some Nascent Souls with hidden cultivation levels, there was no aura of gods or even higher levels in the city.

"only you?"

"I am enough." Lin Dao knew clearly what Yan Chengqian was planning, but he was not afraid of this person.

Hearing this, Yan Chengqian's eyes flickered.