chapter 3 The First Magic Swordsman

Relying on the precious herbs from the Duke's Mansion, although Pascal Amos was seriously injured, after three days of careful conditioning, his body was recovering bit by bit. Three days later, he finally regained his mobility and was able to walk. The bed walked.

Pascal Amos has also tried swordsmanship in the past few days, but unfortunately, his physique does not seem to be suitable for practicing swordsmanship, because to practice swordsmanship, you must first practice the true energy. The meridians of this body are too small to accommodate the true energy. , but after failing more than a dozen times, he could only give up dejectedly.

"If you can't practice swordsmanship, then other paths won't work."

Practicing martial arts requires true energy, and true energy needs meridians to carry it. Therefore, if the meridians are narrow, no matter what kind of martial arts it is, you will not be able to practice it.

Not only that, but he was also unable to practice other skills such as swords, guns, sticks, hidden weapons, boxing skills, and palm skills. Perhaps as his father said, the only way left was to take the imperial examination.

"Damn it! Do you think I can only be a scholar and a slut in this life?!"

Pascal Amos's face was extremely ugly. His dream of becoming a strong man was ruthlessly shattered by reality. If he couldn't practice, then what was the point of living? He might as well die again.

The culture of emphasizing military force over civility is very strong on the mainland. This situation can be reflected in the courts of the two great empires. The power of the generals is far greater than that of the prime ministers. The military generals are arrogant and domineering, and do not take the civil servants seriously at all. , and the emperor must also rely on them, so no matter how domineering the generals are, they will not be punished, but the civil servants are in danger of losing their heads at any time.

Fortunately, after Emperor Qian inherited the throne, the emphasis on literati continued to increase. The emperor himself was also very interested in the classics and history collections, so the trend of emphasizing martial arts over literature was gradually corrected, but those generations The wealthy general family still looked down upon the civil servants who were born in the imperial examination.

"Forget it, the road is endless, just take it one step at a time."

It is better to be a civil servant than to be a useless second-generation official. At least with his father's status, it is not easy for the generals to bully him.

After thinking about it, Pascal Amos suddenly felt bored and depressed.

After leaving the Duke's Mansion, the young man rode out of the county town alone and headed straight for the Canglan River in the south of the county town.

One side of the Canglan River is backed by mountains, and the other side is an endless plain. Under this terrain, the rain here is very abundant. In addition to the continuous farmland, the vegetation is also very dense.

Pascal Amos rode his horse to the river and stared at the majestic mountains in front of him. He couldn't help but sigh. In his previous life, in this kind of place, only national tourist attractions could compare with the scenery in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, Pascal Amos felt that the boredom in his heart was instantly gone. Under the blowing breeze, even his body seemed to become a little lighter.

Looking around, under the extremely blue sky, light clouds and mist hover over the peaks, giving people an extremely comfortable feeling. This also made Pascal Amos couldn't help but sigh, "It's good if there is no pollution..."

However, at this moment, a faint blood cloud shrouded the mountain peaks, which was extremely strange.

"Huh? Something weird."

Pascal Amos eyes narrowed. This kind of vision was really unheard of. When people looked at it from a distance, they felt a sense of fear in their hearts. However, his strong curiosity still drove him to slowly walk towards the blood mist area.

Under the mountain.

As it gets closer and closer to the target area, the smell of blood in the air becomes more and more intense, almost nauseating.

Holding back the surge in his chest, Pascal Amos covered his mouth and nose and went deep into the blood mist. Gradually, a figure gradually emerged. Although it was obscured by the blood mist, the outline of the body was still vaguely visible.

Gudong!

Pascal Amos swallowed hard, and his heart rose in his throat. Could it be that the strange phenomena around him were caused by this figure?

After calming down, Pascal Amos slowly walked towards the figure, wanting to take a closer look. Walking up to the figure, through the light mist, an old face full of wrinkles came into view.

The old man in front of him was wrapped in a black robe. On the black robe, there were various strange patterns embroidered on them, which were obscure and difficult to understand. What made Pascal Amos strange was that the old man in front of him was as pale as paper, and the breath on his body was like a pool of stagnant water. He didn't even breathe anymore, and he looked like a dead person.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the blood-colored runes on the black-robed old man suddenly lit up, and an invisible energy emitted, sweeping away the surrounding blood mist.

Seeing this, Pascal Amos was so frightened that he felt like he was dead. He took several steps back and said in a trembling voice, "You're not dead?"

This kind of powerful fluctuation is far inferior to even Chinelo Amos, who is at the peak level of swordsman. Could it be that this old man is a strong swordsman? Even... Sword King?

"Hello...Hello."Pascal Amos endured the shock in his heart and said calmly.

If the opponent is really a strong swordsman, he may be completely wiped out with just one finger in less than a moment.

The old man in black robe did not answer, and his old eyes were tightly closed. If it weren't for the runes on his body that were still beating, Pascal Amos would have thought he was dead.

After coughing lightly, Pascal Amos continued to ask cautiously: "Excuse me, are you a strong swordsman?"

After hearing these words, the old man in black robe slowly opened his eyes, and a touch of blood appeared on his pale face. He immediately shook his head and said: "Sword Sect? Those are all my cultivation five hundred years ago."

"What? Five hundred years?"Pascal Amos looked horrified. Even the founding of their Northern Snow Empire was only more than three hundred years ago. This old man actually said that he was the Sword Sect five hundred years ago? Then what state is he in now?

After sizing up Pascal Amos, the old man frowned and said, "He's so weak that he doesn't even have the potential to become a low-level swordsman."

"Uh..."Pascal Amos was struck by the words and was speechless for a moment. Although it was a fact that he had a weak foundation, this was the first time someone said it to his face.

"The elemental power in the air of the Northern Continent is so thin. No wonder there aren't many people here. Even those with the highest cultivation level are probably only at the level of the Sword Sect." The old man in black robe continued coldly.

"Northern Continent? Elemental power?"

Pascal Amos felt as if his head was filled with mush at this time. Not only did the old man in front of him have a strange identity, but he also said some words that he couldn't understand. Is there anything more bizarre and unreliable in the world than this?

He even began to wonder if he was dreaming.

"Junior, let me explain it to you." The old man in black robe glanced at Pascal Amos and said: "In the center of this world, there is an extremely vast continent - the True Dragon Continent. I am from there. , and the continent you are on is called the Northern Continent."

"What, the center of the world?"

Pascal Amos looked shocked. He originally thought that the two empires of Beixue and Ruchuan were all in this world. Is there actually a wider world outside this continent?

"On the True Dragon Continent, there are as many strong men as there are. The Sword Sect's cultivation may be as powerful as a giant here, but if you put it on the True Dragon Continent, it will be nothing. Only those who have reached the level of the Sword King can Only when you have a certain status can you be respected by swordsmen."

After hearing so much, Pascal Amos could no longer remain calm. He was not even a Sword Sect, but the Sword King only had a certain status? For a time, yearning and curiosity for the True Dragon Continent filled his heart.

"But I can't practice, so what does all this have to do with me?"

If you can't practice, you can't become a strong person. If you can't even get out of Canglan County, how can you talk about getting out of the Northern Continent?

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Just when Pascal Amos was lost, a violent cough interrupted his thoughts. At this time, the old man in black robe looked extremely painful. The next moment, he spit out a mouthful of smelly black blood.

Pascal Amos's expression changed, "Senior, you seem to be seriously injured. Let me take you to the county town for treatment!"

After that, he helped the other party up. With a fast horse, it would only take half an hour from here to the county seat.

"No need," the old man in black robe waved his hand and sighed, "I have been poisoned by one of the ten most strange poisons in the mainland, "Hua Sheng Ling Devouring Powder". My vitality will continue to dissipate. There is no cure. Even if Even the most powerful doctors in the True Dragon Continent can’t possibly save me.”

Hearing this, Pascal Amos also felt an inexplicable sadness. It can be imagined that being under this kind of magic may be more painful than death. He waited for death day by day but was unable to do anything. In the end, he was swallowed by the power of despair.

"In half an hour, the life force in my body will be exhausted, but before that, I decided to find a successor. Junior, are you willing to help me?" the old man in black robe suddenly said.

There was a hint of surprise in Pascal Amos eyes at first, but then it dimmed and he said with some frustration: "But... I can't practice at all with my physique..."

The old man in black robe said with some disdain: "Yes, the meridians in your body are too narrow to accommodate the true energy, but this has nothing to do with whether you can become a great magic swordsman, because our magic power is not stored in It is stored in the meridians, but in the magic sword."

"Then you mean...I...can also practice?"

Pascal Amos was completely stunned. Even his words were hesitant. A hint of ecstasy was surging in his eyes.

The old man in black robe smiled lightly and said: "I, Venedictos, the number one magic swordsman from the Keelung Empire, am honored to be your mentor."

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