What's Your Ranking in the World?

Chapter 778: What's your ranking in the world?

The young scholar stopped his donkey and looked at them for a few seconds, with a playful and cynical look on his face. He said, "I plan to sneak in and see who the owner of this place is. Where are you planning to go, brother?"

Qin Mu smiled and said, "We plan to sneak in and see what's going on. Since we have the same goal, why don't we go together?"

The young scholar thought for a moment and said to the donkey, "Lü Zheng, how about having two people to hold the tank beside you?"

The donkey raised his lips and said, "Resume."

The scholar smiled and said, "Rou Bo said yes, then we will go together."

"The one who took the blame?"

Qin Mu was alert and said humbly and politely: "Brother, what is the difference between taking the blame and taking the blame?"

The young scholar smiled cheerfully: "There is no difference."

Qin Mu laughed loudly and looked towards the ancient battlefield in front of him. The ancient battlefield was shrouded in a thick fog. Visible to the naked eye were scattered architectural remains, towering city walls, tall palaces, tall archways and gates.

There are footprints of demigods on the ground. If you follow these footprints, you can find Mother Earth Yuanjun.

The Dragon Kirin and the Water Kirin walked forward, walking with the donkey. The Water Kirin glanced at the donkey and said with disdain, "This little animal is very stupid. It just keeps walking forward with the carrot hanging in front of it, not realizing that it will never get to eat the carrot."

The donkey glanced at him with disdain.

Water Qilin thought to himself, "I have made an agreement with Little Tubo. I cannot eat Master Lan, but I can eat donkeys! However, Dragon Qilin's master is a bit tricky. He and that scholar are having a good chat. If I eat the donkey, he will probably get angry and make me his dinner."

Qin Mu had been observing the young scholar, and the more he watched, the more suspicious he became. However, when his eyes fell on the scholar's chest, he did not see any bulge, so he was a little unsure.

The scholar noticed his gaze and said with a smile, "Lü Zheng, this young man has a cunning look in his eyes and even looks at men's breasts."

Qin Mu's face turned red, and the donkey laughed: "Ang, Ang——"

Qin Mu asked tentatively: "Sister...what's your name, brother?"

The scholar smiled and said, "Why do we have to know each other before we meet? Qin Mu, Qin Fengqing, have I asked you your name? I didn't ask you, why did you ask me?"

Qin Mu became even more suspicious and asked, "You know my name, but I don't know yours. This is a bit unfair. How do you know I'm Qin Mu?"

"The Heavenly Saint Sect Leader Qin Mu is a romantic and suave man, knowledgeable and talented. Who doesn't know him?"

The scholar said, "Master Qin doesn't know a little-known person like me."

Qin Mu couldn't find out his name, so he looked at the donkey and asked, "Why is this Brother Lu called Lu Zheng?"

The scholar said, "He is a donkey. He speaks harshly and likes to argue with others, hence the word '诤' in his name."

Qin Mu's eyes flickered, and he said, "I also know a cow called Niu Sanduo, and a tiger called Hu Zun."

The donkey turned up his lips and said disdainfully, "Huai Hui."

Qin Mu's face darkened, thinking: "I don't understand this nonsense. I haven't learned it, so I don't know what he is talking about. But the origins of this master and servant are suspicious. Could they be a scholar and a heavenly master?"

They walked into the foggy ancient battlefield. There was a hazy glow in the mist, and the buildings here were very ancient. The patterns on the buildings were very wonderful. Qin Mu asked Long Qilin to stop and looked at the patterns on the ruins. He took out paper and pen to trace and draw these textures.

The scholar watched him paint and said with a smile, "Master Qin is indeed multi-talented and has made considerable achievements in calligraphy and painting."

Qin Mu blushed slightly and said modestly, "I dare not boast about my calligraphy and painting skills. I am only the second best in the world. The best in the world is my deaf grandfather. His calligraphy and painting skills can be divided into the inner and outer worlds."

The scholar was surprised and praised: "His calligraphy and painting have reached the realm of creating things in the void? And there is a distinction between the inner and the outer. His attainments are indeed profound. But his number one in the world is a bit exaggerated, and your number two in the world is also a bit exaggerated."

Qin Mu smiled and said, "Then who is number one in the world?"

The scholar said, "I have also studied calligraphy and painting. When calligraphy and painting are cultivated to a high level, it is creation, and creation is the magical power of creation. I dare not say anything else, but in the magical power of creation, no one can surpass me."

Qin Mu handed over the brush in his hand and said, "May I ask you to paint for me?"

The scholar shook his head and said, "I don't paint on weekdays. I only paint when I need it."

Qin Mu looked up at the gate that towered into the sky and said, "Another South Gate of Heaven... but it's a pity that it's broken! I'll draw a South Gate of Heaven!"

He raised the tip of his pen and a large piece of paper stood upright in the air. Qin Mu turned his palm over, holding four pens in his left hand, and drew a circle with his right hand. The ink formed by itself and kept spinning in the air.

Qin Mu picked up his brush and started painting. Countless details flowed out from his brush tip and turned into textures on the Nantianmen Gate.

Qin Mu's writing was so fast that the tip of his pen even penetrated deep into the paper, as if there was another universe and heaven inside. Although this Nan Tianmen was drawn on paper by him, there seemed to be a world and a vast space inside the paper.

His pen became a magical tool that created all things, constructing the infinite details of the Nantianmen, and becoming more and more meticulous.

Later, four pens flew into the paper and drew on the paper. It was so mysterious that it was difficult to describe in words.

After a long time, the South Gate of Heaven was completed.

Qin Mu put away his brush and ink, took the painting down from the air, and shook it vigorously. Suddenly, a South Gate of Heaven flew out of the painting and fell to the ground with a bang!

This South Gate of Heaven is thousands of feet high and majestic, displaying the grandeur of the ancient gods’ heaven. It stands tall in this ancient battlefield, symbolizing the majesty of the Emperor of Heaven.

Qin Mu looked at the scholar and said with a smile: "How about my creation technique?"

The scholar praised him repeatedly and said, "You have achieved such accomplishments even though you haven't even entered Taoism yet. You can barely be ranked third in the world. If you can surpass your deaf grandfather, you can barely be ranked second. If you can abandon paper and pen and are not bound by paper and pen, then you will be firmly in second place. Now you are still at the level of drawing anything that looks like it, and you are still some distance away from being the first."

Qin Mu asked, "So what level is the best?"

“There are three levels of painting. The first level is to make it look like what it is. The second level is to make it look like what it is.”

The scholar said: "Without painting, one follows the Tao. Without ink, the world comes into being. This is the third level."

As he spoke, the Nantianmen drawn by Qin Mu suddenly collapsed and turned into ink flowing down from the sky.

“This is the first level. If you draw something that looks like what it is, it won’t last long.”

The scholar said: "If you can achieve what you paint, make the South Gate of Heaven stand forever, and make the void creation become real, then that is the second level."

Qin Mu was filled with admiration and said, "Grandpa Deaf never said this. Perhaps he has not figured out the third level of painting. Thank you for your guidance, brother. I am grateful for your teaching!"

Shui Qilin saw this and said to Long Qilin suspiciously, "This scholar doesn't look like a scholar, but rather a charlatan. Your master was frightened. If I had known that he was so easily fooled, why would I have used force? I was able to trick your master into handing over his underwear, and he is still grateful to me!"

Long Qilin rolled up his upper lip and said with disdain: "Huai Hui."

"Don't disbelieve me, I am a first-class wise man of our Qilin clan!"

Qin Mu and others continued to move forward, when suddenly a sword light tore through the fog in front of them. The sword light crossed the sky, and with a clang, it split into countless sword lights. The lines were neat, and they slashed down in a strange sword formation.

A roar was heard, and then a huge figure fell in the fog.

The sword light in the sky suddenly retracted, fell behind a one-armed man in the fog, and disappeared into the scabbard.

Qin Mu's heart skipped a beat when he saw the steady flash of the sword: "This sword technique looks familiar..."

The one-armed figure, with his clothes fluttering, walked towards the depths of the fog. Many figures followed him, entering the fog together and soon disappeared.

"The one-armed divine sword, the number one divine sword in the outer heaven!"

The scholar's eyes lit up and he smiled, "It is said that Luoshendao of Lingxiu Army in the Outer Heaven Court once encountered the Tyrant Body of the previous emperor's era when he was young, and had one arm cut off by the Tyrant Body of the previous emperor with an incomparable magical swordsmanship. Luoshendao learned from his mistakes and entered the Dao with the one-armed swordsmanship. He practiced hard for tens of thousands of years and once entered the God Slaying Platform in the Heaven Court and fought against the God Slaying Mysterious Sword without being defeated. He is the well-deserved number one Divine Sword in the Heaven Court! I didn't expect him to come too! The young men around him should be the Lingxiu Army."

Yu Tianzun said excitedly: "The emperor's body? So powerful! Brother Mu, you also have a body, you are also very powerful!"

The scholar glanced at Qin Mu and shook his head, saying, "The Emperor Tyrant Body cut off one arm of Luoshen Knife with one sword move. How amazing! Qin Tyrant Body is still far behind."

Qin Mu's eyes twitched, and he thought to himself, "The Supreme Emperor Tyrant Body that cut off his arm is right next to you, but I won't tell you. Luo Wushuang's divine sword is indeed powerful, countless times stronger than it was back then. If I don't consider my cultivation, it will be difficult for me to break his divine sword."

"However, Luoshendao has a bad habit, that is, his disciples must cut off one arm, otherwise they will not be able to learn his sword skills."

The scholar laughed and said, “That’s why the young men from the Heavenly Court in the Lingxiu Army often cut off one of their own arms.”

Qin Mu thought of Zhe Huali and thought, "Zhe Huali almost cut off one of his arms, but under my pressure he still stepped out of Luo Wushuang's shadow and created his own sword path! Luo Wushuang appeared, and I heard that he was friends with Fu Ri Luo. I wonder if he went to see Fu Ri Luo? If he went to see Fu Ri Luo, I'm afraid Fu Ri Luo would have rebelled... If Zhe Huali was with Luo Wushuang, then Fu Ri Luo must have rebelled!"

They came to the place where Luo Wushuang had performed his sword skills just now, and saw that the one killed by Luo Wushuang was a demigod. The body was burly, with a god's head, a dragon-like shape, a human body, and eight arms. His essence had not yet dissipated, and he was filled with terrifying divine power!

“A demigod at the level of the God Slaying Platform!”

The scholar looked at the knife marks and praised, "Excellent swordsmanship! Luoshen Sword used the cultivation of Yujing Realm to kill this semi-god dragon king."

Qin Mu carefully examined the knife marks, trying to guess how advanced Luo Wushuang's knife skills had been, and watched very carefully.

The scholar asked curiously, "Master Qin also studies swordsmanship?"

Qin Mu said modestly: "I don't deserve it. I'm number one in the world... well, third or fourth."

The scholar smiled, waving his feather fan, and said, "Third or fourth? Isn't Master Qin exaggerating a bit? I heard that there is a god in Kaihuang Heaven named Tian Shu, who is good at swordsmanship. His Dique sword can cut off the horn of Tu Bo. How does Master Qin compare to him?"

Qin Mu's face darkened and he shook his head, "Not as good as him."

The scholar said, "I heard that there is a Heavenly Sword in Yankang who holds his sword to the sky, uses the sword to enter the Dao, and created the Nine Heavenly Sword Methods. He can kill gods and demons at the Divine Bridge Realm. How does Master Qin compare to him?"

"Not as good as that." Qin Mu's face turned even darker.

The scholar smiled and said, "Luo Wushuang has a disciple named Zhe Huali, who entered Taoism with a sword and created a sword technique. How does Master Qin's sword technique compare to his?"

"Not as good as!" Qin Mu said angrily.

"Then you are no better than me."

The scholar smiled and said, "I also entered the Dao with the sword. Although I am not as talented as Tian Dao to create nine methods, I have also created seven moves."

Qin Mu's hands were shaking as he grabbed the small mustache on his chin and pulled out four or five of them.

The scholar smiled but said nothing.

They continued to move forward, but saw that the demon gods of the demon clan had also come here in the fog. Each demon god had a terrifying aura, and behind each demon god was a giant beast as tall as a mountain, which was looming in the fog and was very scary.

Suddenly, the sound of swords came from the front, and the light of swords filled the sky. A sword light appeared among the sword lights and collided with the sword light.

Qin Mu was stunned when he saw the sword technique.

That sword technique is so familiar, it’s his sword technique!

"White Dragon Sword Dance! The Supreme Emperor Sword God!"

The scholar's eyes lit up and he smiled, "Sword Goddess of the Upper Emperor is a woman, and she is a mortal enemy of Luo Wushuang. I didn't expect that she would come too! I heard that when the Upper Emperor era was destroyed, Sword Goddess of the Upper Emperor was just a little girl, and her cultivation strength was very low, but she fought her way out of the darkness with the Upper Emperor Tyrant Body! The Upper Emperor Tyrant Body disappeared, but she inherited the swordsmanship of the Upper Emperor Tyrant Body and used it to forge her own path. In the dark years after the end of the Upper Emperor era, her swordsmanship shone for hundreds of years, and she can be called a heroine! Master Qin."

He smiled and asked, "How is your swordsmanship ranked in the world?"

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