Guess Lei Zun: I have a tower of magic town

Chapter 24 Weapon Artistic Conception
"It's not someone from Chuanyunzong, nor the Lin family." Lin Mo said while packing up his wealth, "Let's go."

The siblings came to the backyard, where dozens of horses were tied.

In the stable, Lin Mo and Lin Yao also saw the bodies of the murdered innkeeper and waiter.

The two siblings couldn't help sighing, these innocent people were killed because of the two of them.

Lin Mo picked two of the best horses, and together with his own horses, they formed a three-horsepower carriage.

The carriage moved forward slowly.

Lin Mo laid out the soft quilt so that Lin Yao would suffer as little bumps as possible.

He took out a steamed bun and handed it to Lin Yao, saying, "I'm sorry that you have to work hard again."

"I'm fine. I'm happy to be able to walk the rivers and lakes with you. Brother, is this your life before? Every time you go out, you have to fight and kill? And you were used by others in abusive ways." Lin Yaoyi Thinking of how Lin Mo had survived in such danger before, his heart ached.

"Almost." Lin Mo said nonchalantly, "In the past, I was weaker and a little more dangerous. Of course, my previous opponents were not as strong. Although I was injured, fortunately, I was fine."

Listening to Lin Mo's understatement, Lin Yao couldn't help but shed tears.

"Silly girl, why are you crying?" Lin Mo wiped his sister's tears with the back of his hand.

"In the past, others said that it was dangerous for you to go out, but I didn't expect it to be so dangerous." Lin Yao cried.

"This is Jianghu." Lin Mo said, "So, I very much hope to find you a safe place."

"I understand." Lin Yao said in a low voice, "I'm by my brother's side now, I can't help you with anything, and instead become a burden."

"What are you talking about?" Lin Mo scratched Lin Yao's nose and said, "I can do whatever I want when you are safe. We will come out together when you recover from illness."

"En!" Lin Yao nodded silently.

"Brother!" Lin Yao asked, "You knew they were fake from the very beginning, didn't you?"

"En!" Lin Mo said.

"Then...why not avoid it?" Lin Yao said, "We don't have to go in."

Lin Mo thought for a while and said, "Let me tell you the truth, it's because of the money."

"Money?" Lin Yao was taken aback, "Kill them..."

Immediately, she realized that after Lin Mo killed them, he took away all their wealth.

"Brother, you mean, you asked them to take the initiative to deal with us because of their money, and then you killed them and took the money justifiably?" Lin Yao looked at Lin Mo and said.

"Well!" Lin Mo said, "This is the first and most important point. Second, since they are here to kill me, of course I can't let them live. Otherwise, the people behind them will look down upon them. "

Lin Yao: "..."

She felt that those people's deaths were too unworthy, so she killed them because her brother asked for money.

This is all for myself, who made my illness cost so much money.

"Ah!" Lin Yao suddenly screamed, holding her head with a painful expression on her face.

"What's going on?" Lin Mo quickly stuffed a Baoshen Pill into Lin Yao's mouth.

Lin Yao was still in pain. After stuffing three pills in a row, her headache finally stabilized.

"What's going on?" Lin Mo looked distressed.

Lin Yao lowered her head, not daring to look directly into Lin Mo's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Since five days ago, the time interval between each headache attack has become shorter. I found that... I found that eating one The effect of the medicine is not very good, you have to take two pills.

Brother, I'm sorry..."

"So, you save the medicine? I started to have a headache just now, and now I finally couldn't help it?" Lin Mo tensed up, staring at Lin Yao with displeasure.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I...I couldn't hold back." Lin Yao whispered.

"Silly sister!" Lin Mo hugged her in his arms, gently stroking her head, and said, "No matter how many Baoshen pills you take, I will buy them for you. I have the ability to buy them for you, and I won't allow them in the future." Secretly reduced the medicine, did you hear me?"

"En!" Lin Yao lowered her head and replied softly.

"Keep your word!"

"Ok!"

It was late at night, and the sky was getting colder.

Lin Yao curled up in the carriage and shivered.

Her body was too weak, and the winter night was too cold.

Even the thick quilt can hardly block the cold.

Lin Mo had no choice but to stop the carriage, set up a bonfire in the wild, and then hugged Lin Yao and others to the bonfire to keep warm.

Later, Lin Mo continued to watch the big sky.

This page quickly attracted Lin Mo's attention.

It turns out that the use of each weapon hides something called artistic conception.

A knife has a sword intent, a gun has a spear intent, and a sword has a sword intent.

Artistic conception is so mysterious that it is difficult for many people to get started after spending their entire lives.

If you master the artistic conception of weapons, you can greatly improve the combat effectiveness of ordinary warriors.

"The spiritual root is very strong, which is recognized as strong. But the artistic conception is not weak. If a non-spiritual root warrior cultivates an extremely deep artistic conception, his strength is not inferior to that of the awakened spiritual root, and may even surpass it.

Of course, if the spiritual root fighters also comprehend the artistic conception, then the strength is stronger than the spiritual root fighters of the same level.

The existence of artistic conception is rarer than spiritual roots, and warriors who have cultivated deep artistic conception are even rarer, so they are not known to ordinary people. "

The description of artistic conception in Tian Zhi Da Zhong opened Lin Mo's eyes.

It turns out that in addition to the spiritual root, there is also the artistic conception of weapons.

Maybe it's because they are too rare, the warriors in Maple Leaf City have never even heard of them.

"Artistic conception is divided into the first glimpse method. Mastering this level of artistic conception is regarded as an introduction, and can break out extremely powerful battles. There is no one in this kind of warrior."

"The artistic conception of the second level is a little success. A warrior in this realm is equivalent to a warrior who has awakened one or two spiritual roots, and his strength has been significantly improved. This kind of warrior does not exceed one index per country."

Lin Mo murmured, "Too little."

There are no more than five in a country, and the combat power is only equivalent to one or two spiritual root fighters like Lin Ze.

You must know that in the entire Yan Kingdom, although there are not many spiritual root warriors, there are hundreds of them. Compared with the artistic conception warriors, there are really many.

"The third level of artistic conception is integration. To reach this level, the strength is no less than that of a warrior who has awakened ten spiritual roots. I am a cold and proud scholar, and it is precisely this third level of artistic conception that has been comprehended. As a non-spiritual root warrior, I am still at ease in heaven and earth."

"The fourth level is the level of perfection. There are less than five people in the entire continent who have reached this level."

"The fifth level is the pinnacle. It is rumored that only the swordsmanship of Mojun Junbuhui has reached this artistic conception."

"The sixth floor is the unity of heaven and man. I doubt very much whether such a state does not exist. It is just speculation by the predecessors. If I can see it, what an honor it is... Alas..."

Lin Mo turned the book again, and at the back were signs of various artistic conceptions.

Lin Mo, who was fascinated by watching, suddenly put away the book and looked up.

someone is coming.

The people who came were big and small.

Their limbs were hard and their faces were pale and dull.

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

The people who came were breathless, and they turned out to be two dead people.

Two walking dead men?
(End of this chapter)