Chapter 15 The World's Strong General

Returning to the dormitory, Wang Ji did not immediately enter the Star Tower, but sat and thought about what happened today. There is no doubt that everything did not disappear thousands of years ago. Only those who still exist can explain all this, so why did the earth lose the inheritance of those cultures?

"I'm afraid it's not just because of time." Wang Ji lowered his head and meditated.

He shook his head, and he thought of a few more names. Huang Yi, Ouyang Mufeng, Fengxue Dance, Long Zhan and so on, and even Zhu Xi. It is impossible for him not to remind him of those hidden or semi-hidden families in his previous life.

Huang Yi, who makes excellent archery, makes people think that he is one of the five major families. The surname Ouyang is even more rare. If it is not the direct son of the Ouyang family, the surname can't be Ouyang at all. It is also one of the five major families.

The Ouyang family is strict in teaching and extremely strict with the children within the family. It is a real family that has been inherited for a long time. Only in modern times, it began to decline, but until the end, the Ouyang family is still one of the five major families, and the depth of the family background can be seen.

Of course, there are more hermit families. Most of them are hidden behind people, but they are closely related to the secular world. If Wang Ji hadn't heard his grandfather talk about them one by one, he would never have known these rare surnames.

"Presumably, that war forced all the families to come to people." Wang Ji was silent.

"Why does it seem that many people from that era, including the Seven Saints, have disappeared? The only thing left to hear is the dean with tears. According to cultivation, people like them who can even travel through the void should be able to live for at least thousands of years, right?

Wang Ji has too many doubts, but they can't be solved.

"No matter what, at my current level, I can't touch these things, so let's wait for my cultivation to improve before looking for the truth."

Wang Ji shook his head. The information he can access now is not enough to explain anything. But he knows that in this world a thousand years later, the strong are respected. As long as they can be strong, all the truth will be revealed.

Leaving all the complicated thoughts behind, Wang Ji connected to the worlds of children. The place where he appeared was still in Meng Tian's house, and he was still greeted by the beautiful sound of kites. But this time it is extremely peaceful, like the transparent sunshine in winter, warm as jade, and refreshing.

After quietly listening to the song played by Meng Tian, Wang Ji only felt that his heart was much better, and the troubles he brought to him seemed to be much less since he traveled.

However, it feels a little strange. If Meng Tian's enemies know that Meng Tian is also a young man outside the battlefield, I'm afraid it will be incredible. Meng Tian is the heir of the soldiers, and there are several soldiers who can be such a gentleman.

"Is it coming? Come with me." When Meng Tian saw Wang Ji coming, she just said hello, took a long gun and walked out of the room.

"Yes, master." Wang Ji also stood up and followed Meng Tian.

After a while, the two came to a huge open space, which made Wang Ji immediately doubt how big the village is. I'm afraid that the space occupied by this open space alone is the size of two football fields.

"You can choose one of these weapons. Let me test your level. Sometimes those Confucian gentlemen are right. You must teach students according to their aptitude, right? Meng Tian pointed to the weapon rack on the side of the field and smiled.

Wang Ji understands another meaning. If he can't pass this level, I'm afraid that what he can learn will be greatly reduced.

Before arriving at the weapon rack, Wang Ji glanced at all the weapons. There are knives, guns and halberd.

Picking up the bow and arrow, Wang Ji tried it, picked up a pruning, and shot it out on the upper string. A hundred steps away, it hit the bullseye. Meng Tian's eyes lit up. In that era, there were few people who could play bows and arrows to the extreme.

But Wang Ji felt that his body's sense of touch for the bow and arrow had not fully recovered. The feeling of strength did not reach the extreme, which was because of the new body in the world. He always felt that there was a little difference from his original body. But I can't tell what it feels like.

Putting down the bow and arrow, Wang Ji picked up a long gun and shook the dust around Huashan Mountain. Shaking his head, Wang Ji still put down the gun.

"Well, let's use a sword." Wang Ji pondered for a moment, and there was no doubt that he was the most emotional about the sword. Because Grandpa is a swordsman, under his inheritance, Wang Ji is also the most familiar with swords.

A kind of familiarity that penetrates into the soul. Wang Ji pulled out the long sword placed on the shelf, put his left hand behind his back, and pointed to the ground with his right hand. It seems to be back to the original time, but the person opposite is no longer his grandfather, but also his master, Meng Tian.

"Master, disciples use swords." Wang Ji said firmly.

"Oh, do you use a sword?" Meng Tian was a little surprised. He could see that Wang Ji's bows and arrows and guns were well used, with his own understanding.

"Well, my disciple uses a sword. Grandpa is a swordsman. I followed Grandpa and learned swordsmanship. Wang Ji stepped on his right foot and came to the middle of the venue. He could feel the pressure brought by Meng Tian, but the sword in his hand seemed to cut all this away.

"Well, let's try it as a teacher. How about your swordsmanship?" Meng Tian didn't care at all. As soon as the long gun was picked up, it went straight out.

Wang Ji only felt that a momentum of killing everything came to his face, but Wang Ji held a long sword in his hand, but the battle was awe-inspiring. As if he had heard what his grandfather said, Wang Ji was not afraid and went forward bravely.

"The swordsman should be fearless, pointing straight to his heart, unyielding, and would rather bend than bend. This is what Grandpa said, and it's also my New Year!"

"Faling Phoenix Nine Strikes" knew that it was invincible. Wang Ji's eyes flashed and used the Luohuang swordsmanship that Grandpa taught him. Nine Strikes with one sword hit the same position.

"Hmm?" Meng Tian's long gun was very powerful, and it was obviously delayed for a while, but it was still a thing that hit Wang Ji away.

Looking at the long sword in his hand, there was an obvious gap, and his arm was sore that he almost couldn't hold the sword. Luohuang's nine blows, one blow is heavier than one blow. Up to now, Wang Ji can only use nine swords, but at the beginning, Grandpa presented Wang Ji with as many as eighteen swords. At that time, Grandpa's realm was not even as good as Wang Ji at this time.

"Water potential?" Meng Tian looked at the deviated long gun and said.

"Well, this is the nine strikes of the falling phoenix in my grandfather's self-created swordsmanship. The meaning of taking water is continuous, dripping through the stone. It's just that I can't really understand the meaning, so I can only use nine swords. Wang Ji handed over the sword in his hand from his left hand and pointed it to the sky.

"Sword of Tricks, messy flowers." At this time, Wang Ji let go of his heart and showed his real swordsmanship.

Meng Tian only felt that Wang Ji in front of him seemed to be distorted and looked directly at him. He frowned, but the long gun shot to the left. A crisp voice occurred to him, but Wang Ji took advantage of his strength to escape.

"Do you want to get on track?" Meng Tian's face suddenly turned pale, and she chased out and wanted to hit Wang Ji to the ground.

However, Wang Ji's figure dodged again, avoiding the oppression of Meng Tian's momentum.

"Hmm." Meng Tian collected the gun, like Mount Tai. Straight forward, the long gun pressed down.

Wang Ji's figure was stagnant, and he knew that it was impossible to avoid it. He took his sword in front of him, and his feet were in front of him: "Faking Huang Yushan"

"Puff." Wang Ji only felt a huge force coming, and he spit out blood without resistance.

"It's really cruel." Wang Ji insisted on standing up, although he felt that his body was about to tear apart. But he knew that if he couldn't pass the test today, he might not be able to learn a trick from Meng Tian. This is unacceptable to Wang Ji, who wants to become stronger quickly.

Strively fighting spirit, Wang Ji bit the tip of his tongue. In the world, he also let go of the fight. He knew that he would not be really hurt here.

"Well, what to do." Countless moves flashed in Wang Ji's head.

"No, the master doesn't need any moves. Just one force for ten meetings has made me unable to stand it. Any move, in front of the master, is just a show, just like in front of Grandpa.

"But, so what?" Wang Ji shouted loudly, picked up his sword, and rushed forward desperately.

I am an army general. If I don't have the courage to fight on the battlefield, how can I be called a warrior?

"Kill!"

The momentum was strong, and a tragic momentum emerged from Wang Ji's body.