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Chapter 496 Be a Mortal
"Almost."

"Just a little bit."

In the Red Dust Palace in Heaven, Hong Chen woke up from his retreat and murmured softly.

During the hundreds of years of seclusion, he comprehended and absorbed all of the Zhenwu Demon-Slaying Sword Technique and the newly acquired Qinglian Sword Technique. He also comprehended more sword principles from the remaining pages of Taoist books, allowing his Blazing White Sword to climb from the middle and lower reaches to the middle and upper levels in the long river of swordsmanship.

Along the way, he also "exchanged" different kendo rules from the long history of kendo time and time again, comprehended and integrated them.

It can be said that even if the one hundred of him in the past worked together in perfect harmony, they were not as good as the current self.

However, it is still a little short of the natural breakthrough that Nuwa mentioned.

Although now he can break through immediately with just a thought.

However, once the thought arises, it can no longer be called natural.

It sounds contradictory, and it is.

Until now, Hong Chen suddenly thought that perhaps this last point is not a question of whether the sword law is strong or weak.

Perhaps, his progress in the laws of the Dao may have already surpassed that of some true Golden Immortals. This is not because he overestimates himself, but because he feels that at this moment even his minor studies in Thunder, Reincarnation, Yin and Yang, and the Five Elements have reached the level to break through to the Golden Immortal.

The remaining pages of the Taoist book were of great help in comprehending the great Dao, and he had formed a bond with those great Daos long ago.

Therefore, he realized that the problem was not with the Three Thousand Avenues.

Close your eyes, recite silently in your heart, and in a flash you will be back at the Snail Palace.

This time, Nuwa finally didn't do anything strange. She just lay on the couch with a lazy look.

"Master, I am confused." Hong Chen was very frank.

Nuwa glanced at him and said nothing.

Hong Chen waited for a while, then quietly looked up and said, "Master, I don't understand."

"Your swordsmanship is already outstanding. All the Golden Immortals in the Three Realms are not as good as you. Even if you give up the swordsmanship, your thunder, reincarnation, yin and yang, and five elements have already broken through the Golden Immortal barrier and reached perfection. Is there anything you don't understand?"

Hong Chen said with a bitter face: "Disciple has not made any breakthrough."

“So you’re still thinking about it.”

"During the retreat, I used the Dao Sword to cut through my thoughts and did not think about a breakthrough."

"Then why are you in seclusion?"

Hong Chen was slightly stunned and speechless.

The purpose of retreat is of course to achieve breakthrough.

Doesn't that mean he took the wrong path from the very beginning?

No, it is definitely not wrong to comprehend the great Dao, so the problem lies in the motivation?

Whatever you ask for, there is a chance that you may not get it.

If you don’t ask for anything, you won’t end up not getting what you want.

So should I clear my thoughts before I go into seclusion?

Still not right, the act of killing thoughts itself means that I want something...

Hong Chen is brainstorming.

Nuwa glanced at him and said, "Since you are so confused, I will help you once."

"Thank you, Master!" Hong Chen spoke immediately.

If a saint takes action, wouldn't it be easy for him to break into the Golden Immortal realm?

The next second, his vision suddenly became blurry and hazy.

In my mind, Nuwa's voice sounded like a dream.

"Try being a mortal."

When the voice completely fell, Hong Chen's eyes suddenly brightened and he appeared in a tree-lined path.

On the left is a lush green forest, and on the right is a gurgling stream.

He stood in the middle of the road, wearing a simple gray linen shirt and a pair of straw sandals, holding an axe in one hand and a neatly bundled load of firewood at his feet.

It was obvious that this was a woodcutter.

In ancient times, firewood could be sold for money, and many people who relied on the mountains for their livelihood made this way.

Hong Chen ran to the water in astonishment, looked at his face reflected in the stream, checked his body again, and finally reluctantly confirmed a fact: he really had become a mortal.

Not to mention his comprehension and control of the Great Dao or his tremendous immortal power, he could feel his legs starting to go numb after squatting for so long.

In front of a saint, any unreasonable thing is just a thought away.

Countless predecessors have summarized this: Below the saints, we are all ants.

Hong Chen was lucky that his master had woven a complete identity and background for him instead of directly sending him into reincarnation in a simple and easy way.

Sitting on the ground, he rubbed his legs and thought to himself.

for a long time.

"That's all, it's here."

If one could really break through to the Golden Immortal realm naturally using this method, then enduring some suffering as a mortal would be nothing.

He stood up, inserted the axe into his coarse cloth belt, picked up the load of firewood, and walked towards Chang'an City.

Halfway through the journey, we suddenly heard shouting and killing.

Hong Chen's eyes condensed, and he raised his sword finger...

Then put it down awkwardly. "Hahahahaha, you're such an idiot!"

The Red Dust Sword Spirit is still as annoying and vicious as ever.

Hong Chen smiled faintly: "Haha~ What else can you do besides scolding me?"

The sword spirit was silent for a moment, then broke through the defense.

All of Hong Chen's magic weapons were locked in the body of Nuwa, and he could not summon them at all. He could only communicate with them through thoughts.

"It sounds like there's a fierce fighting ahead. Do you want to go take a look?" Zixia Umbrella made the charming voice of a pretty young woman.

"Go ahead, go ahead. I also want to see how mortals fight." This is the cute little sister of the Marriage Book.

Grandpa Li Huoding coughed and said, "Let's run. Don't forget that he is just a mortal now."

Hong Chen: "It's true that an old man in the family is like a treasure. The old man is right!" He turned his head and went into the woods, preparing to take a detour to avoid the dispute ahead.

He walked quickly forward and passed a huge tree. Suddenly, a group of bandits holding bloody swords and with ferocious and cruel faces appeared in front of him.

This sudden encounter left both parties stunned.

"Ah! You scared me! How come they are here?" The Marriage Book screamed.

Zixia Umbrella: "After killing people, you ran into the woods and hid, preparing to return quietly?"

"Let's consider what to do first." Li Huoding's words are still reliable.

Hongchen Sword: "Oh, someone is going to die."

"Are you kidding? I'm going to die?!" Hong Chen shook his shoulders, threw down the firewood, and pulled out the axe from his waist.

The axe blade is smooth and sharp, and it is obvious that it has been sharpened frequently.

"But isn't it better to use a long-handled axe for chopping wood? Master also lacks life experience."

Seeing him pull out the axe, the group of eight bandits on the opposite side were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

Then, the bandit standing in the front suddenly rushed up without warning, and chopped Hong Chen's head with the machete in his hand.

Although he has lost his magic power, cultivation and magic weapons, don't forget how Hong Chen started out.

He doesn't know much about knife skills.

But he used a knife to kill people for the first time, and later he killed countless people with a knife. It was not until he entered Shaolin Temple and learned the Bodhidharma sword technique that he gave up using the knife.

The bandit in front of him naturally had no special skills in using the knife. He mostly relied on experience, strength and speed.

Hong Chen took a big step forward and got close to the bandit before the blade fell.

He raised his knee and struck hard, the bandit wailing and bending over. Hong Chen dodged to the side, raised his arm, turned his wrist, and struck down with the back of the axe.

The bandit fell to the ground with a loud thud, a hole was hammered in the back of his head, and blood mixed with brain matter gushed out.

While the other bandits were still in shock and daze, Hong Chen threw the axe and chopped it into the face of a bandit. He hooked his foot and the bandit's machete at his feet jumped high. He rushed forward and grabbed the handle of the machete with his back hand.

Kill the bandits.

It's like the turbid waves on a calm lake, or like the Monkey King causing trouble in Heaven.

The flash of the knife was like a blooming ephemeral flower, and clusters of bright blood splattered left and right.

Not long after.

Hong Chen stabbed the last bandit in the chest with his broadsword, and then performed a roundhouse kick to hit the handle of the knife, nailing the bandit to a tree.

The battle is over.

"Is he handsome?" Hong Chen took a deep breath and asked while leaning against the tree.

Red Dust Sword: "It's only been a few breaths, and you've only moved a few times, but you're already panting like this... Ha!"

Hong Chen was stunned, then broke through the defense.

The man and the sword started arguing without giving in. Zixia Umbrella and Lihuo Ding tried to stop them, and Yinyuanshu was confused.

For a while.

Hong Chen began to pack up.

Eight bandits could not gather a hundred taels of silver. In addition, there were seven machetes and a scabbard-covered horizontal sword that looked weathered.

The man holding the horizontal sword should be the leader, but he was killed instantly with one sword when the fight just now started, so there is nothing special about him.

Seeing it, Hong Chen suddenly remembered the sword that had accompanied him in his battles across the four islands, and he also remembered his first master who was fat and always extremely strict.

I'll have to take them here to enjoy a good life later.

After collecting the sword for self-defense, Hong Chen turned around and picked up firewood and set off.

After walking for a while, they suddenly heard the sound of hurried horse hooves behind them, and they came closer almost in the blink of an eye.

"Found it, here!" the man on the horse shouted, and at the same time raised his lance and pointed it at Hong Chen, staring at the sword on his waist, and said sternly: "Put down your weapons! Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"

Hong Chen looked at the armor on the opponent's body and the lance in his hand, then looked at his own sword, and felt that it was not impossible to fight.

But he quickly gave up the idea.

Because suddenly there was smoke and dust rising behind the other party, the sound of horse hooves was as rapid as beating drums, and even the ground was shaking slightly.

This is a fucking group of cavalry, and there are no less than a hundred of them!

'Did I put a hat on Li Er? Why are so many people chasing me?'

In just one hour, Hong Chen had gone through three tribulations, which was even more miserable than Tang Seng.

(End of this chapter)