Chapter 1043: Young Crouching Dragon!

"Where did you learn this swordsmanship? It's so light. I think it's hard to kill a chicken!" Chen Muyu said.

"You're talking nonsense!"

The little girl was a little anxious, "This is the Changhong Sword Technique, taught by Master Changhong of Heiyun Temple..."

"It seems that Master Changhong is too weak!" Chen Muyu said.

The little girl curled her lips and said, "Zhenren Changhong is a powerful person in the Void Refining Realm..."

"Haha, when will the Void Refining Realm be called a powerful person?"

Chen Muyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This was the late Eastern Han Dynasty, when martial arts was at its peak. I can only say that this little girl was too young and her vision was too narrow.

The little girl was very angry, "Zhenren Changhong can split a large stone ten feet wide with just one iron sword. You underestimate him so much. Could it be that you can do it too?"

Chen Muyu stretched out his hand and the wooden sword in the little girl's hand appeared in Chen Muyu's hand.

It's a bit small, she must have cut it herself, it's not neat.

"I also have a set of swordsmanship. I haven't had time to name it yet, and I don't know how it compares to the swordsmanship of the Changhong master you mentioned. I just want you to appreciate it, girl?"

Chen Muyu said, swiping the wooden sword in his hand and pointing in the air.

"boom!"

It was like a thunder exploding out of the air.

The clouds in the sky were churning, forming a whirlpool in an instant, and countless sword energies sprinkled down like raindrops.

Swish, swish, swish...

In the blink of an eye, dozens of miles away, an unknown mountain was reduced to powder in the rain of swords.

Huang Yueying was standing still, watching this scene from a distance, and she was stunned.

At this moment, the three views seemed to be torn to pieces and reshaped.

A mountain that was standing tall just now was actually destroyed by a sword?

Chen Muyu picked up the sword and handed it to Huang Yueying. It must be said that in the realm of a saint, it is really difficult to hold back.

"How about it, little sister, how does the sword I just used compare to the Changhong master you mentioned?" Chen Muyu asked with a smile.

Huang Yueying put away her sword calmly.

Suddenly he woke up and quickly prostrated himself in front of Chen Muyu.

"What are you doing?" Chen Muyu asked.

Huang Yueying hurriedly bowed, "Please ask the immortal to accept Yueying as your disciple..."

Chen Muyu was delighted, "You want to become my disciple?"

Huang Yueying raised her head and nodded very seriously and excitedly.

In her limited memory, the strongest warrior she had ever seen was Changhong Zhenren of Heiyun Temple. She was shocked to see Chen Muyu trigger a celestial phenomenon with his sword and destroy a mountain in an instant. , can this not be an immortal method? Then tell me, what is an immortal method?

What's more, in this era, there are indeed immortals left in the world.

She is extremely smart. Now that she has met an immortal, how can she miss this opportunity?

"Can you tell me why?" Chen Muyu asked.

Huang Yueying said, "Now the world is in chaos, there are wars in all directions, and the people are in dire straits. Although Yueying is young, if she can learn something and succeed, one will protect herself, and the other will be for the common people..."

The words are sincere and well said.

Chen Muyu raised his hand, "Get up, I don't accept disciples, but we are destined to meet each other, so I can give you some guidance on your cultivation!"

Recruiting a disciple is a top priority, and Chen Muyu is not the kind of person to be hasty.

Huang Yueying was a little disappointed at first, but after hearing the second half of the sentence, her face suddenly showed a bit of joy.

"Yueying thanks the immortal!"

Although you can't become a disciple, if the immortal is willing to give you guidance, that's already a great fate.

…

Chen Muyu sat down by the river and asked Huang Yueying to demonstrate her sword skills in full.

This swordsmanship, in the mortal world, is probably not considered top-notch. There are loopholes everywhere and every move has flaws. Chen Muyu shook his head repeatedly.

Based on Chen Muyu's level, he casually optimized it and improved the seven-style sword technique. He also incorporated two more powerful sword techniques into it, one is the Falling Sword Technique and the other is the Giant Sword Technique. In total, there are nine techniques. Names I was too lazy to change it, so I named it Changhong Sword Jue.

In addition, the nine-style marksmanship evolved from the Changhong nine-style, named Guanri marksmanship, and was passed on to her.

After all, when it comes to killing enemies in battle, marksmanship is more practical.

Finally, she also passed on a piece of Changhong Guanri inner skill and mental technique. It is not very high-end, but it is enough to reach the golden fairyland.

It's not high-end, and it's just not high-end for Chen Muyu. After all, this is also produced by a saint, no matter how bad it is, it can't be much worse.

After teaching these three techniques, Chen Muyu was also covered in sweat. With his current level, it was really difficult for him to create several low-end techniques.

It's like a top student in liberal arts. If you ask him to imitate the tone of a kindergarten kid and write an essay full of mistakes, it's simply more difficult than writing a novel.

Three days later, Chen Muyu was ready to leave.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

Huang Yueying led the horse and followed Chen Muyu into the city.

Chen Muyu said, "Didn't I tell you that day? Go find your husband!"

When Huang Yueying heard this, she blushed terribly, "Uncle, you are making fun of me."

Chen Muyu laughed, "I'm not making fun of you. To be precise, I am your future husband!"

Future husband?

The little girl touched her face. She was young and didn't understand these things. In addition, she was not confident about her appearance. Of course she felt uneasy when Chen Muyu told her this.

"How are you doing? Do you want to take a look?" Chen Muyu asked.

Huang Yueying said, "I haven't been home for three days. I'm afraid my parents are anxious!"

"It won't take long!"

Chen Muyu shook his head, "Aren't you curious about what your future husband will look like?"

"this……"

Huang Yueying was stunned for a moment. She had already determined that Chen Muyu was a god, and what the god said would definitely not be false.

To say he wasn't curious would be a lie. Huang Yueying hesitated and nodded.

…

In an instant, two people and one horse appeared in the land of Yuzhang.

Such magical means once again shocked Huang Yueying's outlook on life.

On the hillside, a little boy was herding cattle on the slope.

The cows were grazing on the slope, and the little boy was sitting under a tree, wondering what he was doing.

"Uncle, is it him you are talking about?" Not far away, Huang Yueying looked at the boy, obviously a little disappointed.

He looks stupid and not alert at all. This is his future husband, a cowherd boy dressed in rags. This is too...

Chen Muyu smiled and said, "Don't underestimate him. He is lying on his post now. When he soars into the sky in the future, he will shock the world!"

Huang Yueying was puzzled.

However, Chen Muyu had transformed into an old man with white hair and long beard, walking down the slope.

"Bro!"

The little boy was in a daze under the tree, and suddenly a call woke him up.

When he looked up, he saw an old man with immortal demeanor, white hair and childish face. He quickly stood up and went up to meet him, bowing deeply to the old man.