From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 106 Sword Cultivator Using a Knife

"Haha, the kid has two brushes!" Amidst the fat man's laughter, he kept waving the kitchen knife in his hand, blocking all the sword auras by him.

"Good boy, Feijian is good at playing, he is qualified to join the Mo Family."

"However, your master is not in the Mo family for the time being, so you can stay with me and help the cook for two days!" The fat man patted Zhang Wuji's shoulder vigorously, and his smile made him feel a little embarrassed.

"I'm not a cook, I came to the Mo family to learn how to sword!" Zhang Wuji said sullenly.

He wants to show the force that Zhang San should have.

"Haha, can't you learn swords here?"

"Boy, I will teach you what a sword is today, come with me!" The fat man waved his hand and turned into the kitchen.

Zhang Wuji's face was full of doubts, thinking that in addition to cooking in the kitchen, could he also practice swords?

But he still followed.

"Look out!" Fatty stood still in front of a piece of radish, and while speaking, swished the kitchen knife in his hand continuously.

After 360 knives, the fat man opened his mouth and blew, and the carrots in front of him fluttered into the air, turning into butterflies flying all over the sky.

One by one, they were neatly arranged on the plate in front of them.

"Do you know what this is called?" the fat man said proudly.

"Is it a kind of sword intent? But the younger generation can't tell what kind of sword intent it is?"

"Haha, the sword intent of life."

Fatty inserted the kitchen knife into the scabbard and said with a smile, "Now tell me, do you want to do the cooking or not."

"Follow senior's orders!" Zhang Wuji nodded hurriedly, overjoyed.

He had been coveting Yang Sunu's icy sword intent for a long time, but he didn't know why he didn't seem to have any talent for the sword intent, and he still couldn't get a clue of the sword intent after ten years in Xuanyuan Sword Sect.

Now that he has the opportunity, how can he not be happy.

"Haha, okay, go change your clothes and chop vegetables!" The fat man waved his hand, and felt extremely happy with Zhang Wuji's answer.

A month passed quietly.

"Uncle, my way of making hot pot is not bad, right?" Zhang Wuji, the back chef of the restaurant, and Fatty were eating and drinking in front of a hot pot.

"Yes, this method really opened my eyes, you are very good."

"Boy, I found out that your talent for cooking is better than swordsmanship. Have you considered giving up learning swordsmanship and coming to me to be a cook?" The fat man said expectantly.

"Don't worry, I will teach you all my culinary skills, and I will make you a master chef within three years."

"just forget it!"

Zhang Wuji quickly waved his hands: "I just like to eat, but I don't like to cook for others."

He rolled his eyes and smiled again: "Actually, Master Uncle, I have a more interesting thing. It should be delicious when I make it. Would you like to try it?"

"What?" Fatty asked curiously.

"This kind of thing is called ice cream, and it needs milk and eggs...!" Zhang Wuji said happily, and suddenly felt the face of the uncle in front of him tighten.

He immediately realized something was wrong, turned his head and saw a middle-aged man appearing behind him.

"Is this how you treat my apprentice?" the middle-aged man said flatly.

"Ahem, brother, you're blaming me for this. Didn't I want him to comprehend the sword intent of my life?" The fat man's face trembled, and he looked a little afraid of this middle-aged man.

Zhang Wuji opened his mouth, a little at a loss, obviously the person in front of him was his master.

However, Zhang Wuji felt a familiar aura from this master, the aura of a sword cultivator, and it was also the aura of Xuanyuan sword cultivator.

"Follow me into the organ city as a teacher!" The middle-aged man glanced at Zhang Wuji, then at Pao Ding, and turned to leave.

"Yes!" Zhang Wuji bowed and agreed.

Before leaving, he turned his head and glanced at the fat man, just in time to see the fat man winking at him, Zhang Wuji gave him a look that I understand, meaning that he will come again when he has time, so he turned his head and followed behind the middle-aged Taoist .

For this strange uncle who uses a kitchen knife but can radiate sword energy, Zhang Wuji still gets along very well. At least he has improved a lot in his cooking skills this month.

As for the Sword Intent of Life...

Zhang Wuji knew it, but it probably didn't know Zhang Wuji.

Cough cough, in fact, that's the thing, how can cooking be as fun as comprehending the sword intent!
While complaining in his heart, Zhang Wuji couldn't help secretly looking at his master.

According to the data, his master Taoist name Xuan Yi has an eccentric personality and is one of the powerful elders of the Mohist school.

Of course, it is also one of the most powerful combat forces of the Mohist school, and has been active in the forefront of the Mohist resistance against the various schools of thought.

"How do you feel after coming to Mo City for a month?" Xuan Taoist asked suddenly.

"It's rather chaotic. There should be a lot of spies and eyeliners planted by other families. Consciously or unconsciously, I have discovered at least five hidden struggles." Zhang Wuji thought for a while, and then expressed his most intuitive feelings.

Xuan nodded: "I thought the sect really sent a waste who only knows how to eat and drink. It seems that at least your observation ability is not bad."

Zhang Wuji was a little depressed when he heard this.

"Master, are you also from Xuanyuan?" Zhang Wuji asked curiously about his cheap master.

"That's it!"

Xuan Yi smiled: "I joined the Mohist family to perform missions 120 years ago, and the total time I have returned to Xuanyuan Sword Sect is only a few years. Because of the Mo family, sometimes I don’t know whether I am from Xuanyuan, the Mo family, or both.”

Zhang Wuji was speechless once again when he heard the words, it seemed that he was in the same way!

He suddenly had a feeling that he was cheated by the old man of Gushan.

Is this what the old guy swore to himself that the Dark Sword Hall only practiced killing?
He didn't see anything about the killing. No matter how he looked at it, he looked like a motherless child who was randomly thrown into Nanzhanbuzhou!
"Actually, a large part of the Mo family has already accepted that the Mo family is a subsidiary sect of Xuanyuan Sword Sect!"

"This is not a big secret within the Mohists, but in Nanzhanbu Prefecture!"

Xuan Yi obviously knew what Zhang Wuji was thinking, and continued with a smile: "After all, hundreds of schools of thought moved here in large numbers from the ancestral star more than a thousand years ago and survived in Ziwei Star. Who didn't stand behind those superstars?" What about the Great Sect?"

"Especially the inheritance of the Mohist who only likes to study mechanical techniques and doesn't like fighting very much. Without the blessing of a powerful sect, it would have ceased to exist long ago."

"We came here to strengthen the Mohist ally."

"In other words, they're here to fight."

"This mission has always been a long-term mission, so you'd better be mentally prepared to stay here for a long time!"

"Okay!" Zhang Wuji nodded.

He thought to himself that anyway, he had basically finished learning the sword art that he wanted to learn, and the next step was just to get familiar with it and stabilize it. It's no big deal to stay here to practice.

(End of this chapter)