"Who are you...?" Bi Hongqun burped and asked staggeringly.
"As for me, I am your eldest nephew Azhen." Bi Leizhen quickly introduced himself.
"Azhen?" Bi Hongqun narrowed his eyes and looked at him, then shook his head: "Don't lie to me, you are not Azhen, how could my nephew like a man?"
"ah?"
Bi Leizhen looked at himself and found that he was still hugging Wu Zimo's neck, like a lonely woman in the boudoir, and his actions were extremely ambiguous.
Bi Leizhen quickly let go of Wu Zimo, his old face flushed red.
To hide his embarrassment, Bi Leizhen decided to change the subject: "Uncle, why did so many ghosts appear in your yard just now? What's going on?"
"That's not a ghost, it's the will of a sword!" Bi Hongqun explained casually, then found a wooden stool with only three legs and sat down.
Strangely, the wooden stool did not fall over. Instead, it remained balanced as Bi Hongqun's body swayed.
"Sword intent?" Bi Hongqun was confused.
"That's right, the sword intent of the Ghost Soul Sword Technique." Bi Hongqun took another sip of Erguotou before exhaling and saying, "The Ghost Soul Sword Technique is breathtaking. Its secret lies in cultivating the sword intent to achieve perfection."
"Corpse Dog, Hidden Arrow, Sparrow's Yin, Swallowing Thief, Non-Poison, Purifying Filth, and Stinky Lungs—these are the seven souls of a person. The shadows you just saw are the sword intent left behind from my years of sword training in the yard."
Bi Hongqun had actually recognized Bi Leizhen, so he did not hesitate to tell him so many secrets about the Ghost Soul Sword Technique.
Upon hearing this, Bi Leizhen's face lit up with joy: "Great, uncle, I came here this time because I want you to teach my apprentice the secrets of the Ghost Soul Sword Technique and help him break through."
Wu Zimo also had a stern expression and bowed to Bi Hongqun: "Master uncle, I, the junior Wu Zimo, beg you to teach me everything you know. I will never forget your great kindness."
Upon hearing this, Bi Hongqun looked Wu Zimo up and down, waved his hand impatiently, and said, "You guys go back, I won't teach you."
"Why?" Wu Zimo asked anxiously.
"If you want to master the Ghost Soul Sword Technique, you must go through great ups and downs in life. You are still young, and I am afraid you can't bear it." After Bi Hongqun finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to go back to the house to sleep.
Wu Zimo knelt down and kowtowed to Bi Hongqun. He shouted resolutely, "Uncle Master, please teach me. No matter how hard or painful it is, I am not afraid! I want to be someone my comrades can trust with their backs. Please."
A hint of emotion flashed in Bi Hongqun's eyes.
"Do you really want to learn and are not afraid of any cost?" Bi Hongqun said with narrowed eyes.
At this moment, his expression was no longer that of a drunk old beggar.
"Yes! I'm not afraid no matter how hard or tiring it is." Wu Zimo looked up at Bi Hongqun, his eyes full of determination.
"Okay, if you can take my blow, I will teach you." Bi Hongqun said.
"This..." Bi Leizhen was sweating profusely in anxiety.
Who is my uncle? His swordsmanship once overwhelmed all the young talents in the ancient martial arts world. Although he is old now, he is definitely not something Wu Zimo can withstand.
Bi Leizhen was about to open his mouth to persuade him when Wu Zimo stood up, bowed, and said loudly, "Master, please teach me."
Bi Hongqun nodded, walked to the side, broke off a branch, and said to Wu Zimo, "Are you ready?"
"Uncle Master, please help me." Wu Zimo walked to the center of the yard with a determined look on his face.
"good!"
After he finished speaking, Bi Hongqun casually waved the branch, and an invisible sword energy swept towards Wu Zimo.
Phew!
The sword energy penetrated into Wu Zimo's body, and Wu Zimo's eyes widened suddenly.
An extremely "excited" emotion kept surging in his heart, causing Wu Zimo's mouth corners to curl up involuntarily, then expand and expand again, and finally burst into laughter.
Hahahaha…hahahaha…
At the same time, his limbs seemed to be out of control and began to dance wildly.
Sometimes jumping, sometimes rolling on the ground, and sometimes somersaults.
It's like he's dancing street dance, but also like he's possessed by a ghost.
It's so weird.
"How could this happen?" Bi Leizhen opened his mouth wide when he saw this scene.
"The seven spirits govern a person's different emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, and desire."
"This first blow is 'joy'. If he can't break free from this state of 'ecstasy', he will become mentally disturbed and die of exhaustion." Bi Hongqun said slowly.
Bi Leizhen was so frightened when he heard this that he broke out in a cold sweat.
My uncle's casual knife attack had such an amazing effect. Who could resist it?
At the same time, he finally understood what his uncle meant when he said that he had to endure ups and downs.
Can Xiao Mo... make it through?
In a short while, Wu Zimo had fallen and was covered with bruises, but he was still laughing so hard that tears came out.
This made his already injured condition even worse.
"Uncle, please help Xiao Mo to free himself from the knife energy. If this continues, Xiao Mo...he will really die." Bi Leizhen pleaded anxiously.
Bi Hongqun remained indifferent, his face stern and he said nothing, but his eyes were always fixed on Wu Zimo.
He wanted to see the quality of the young man in front of him.
Wu Zimo continued to roll on the ground. The dopamine in his brain was secreted crazily at this moment, making him always in a state of extreme excitement.
This is like the state of inhaling excessive amounts of drugs and completely losing self-control.
If an ordinary person experienced this state, he would probably have died from brain damage.
Suddenly, Wu Zimo, who was originally on all fours, raised his head abruptly and then slammed his head heavily to the ground.
Bang!
In just a moment, Wu Zimo's head was covered in blood.
The face, distorted by laughter, paused for a moment.
Bi Hongqun narrowed his eyes when he saw this.
This guy is interesting!
He actually used the sense of pain to forcibly resist the invasion of the brain's excitement.
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