one
Although the art of swordsmanship is declining, a lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Today, the well-deserved list of weapons in the Daqing Dynasty is still occupied by swords.
The long sword in Gu Liuli's hand was already unsheathed. It was black in color and six feet eight inches long.
He raised his long sword and pointed it directly at Xie Xiangcai's chest.
Xie Xiangcai chuckled and took the Fengyun Sword out of its scabbard.
"Boring——"
The blade of the sword rubbed against the scabbard, making a crisp buzzing sound.
Gu Liuli's eyes were fixed on the sword in Xie Xiangcai's hand, with a complicated look on his face.
The Second Elder Master often said that the key to measuring a swordsman's swordsmanship is his sword.
Within Daqing, all famous swordsmen have famous swords, either from famous craftsmen, or from famous sword shops or famous sword tombs.
The Wuxuan Sword in his hand was made by an unknown old man in Qingmeng City. It is said that it is not considered to be the best among the works of the old man, but it is still a high-quality sword that is priceless in the outside world.
However, when Gu Liuli felt the sword energy emanating from the long sword in Xie Xiangcai's hand, he could not detect any essence of heaven and earth at all. All he could feel was the... rustic atmosphere coming from the hands of Xianzai and others.
His face darkened, and he remembered what his master often said about a good pair of swords.
There are three things wrong with drawing a sword.
Not to the sick, young and weak, not to bare-handed warriors, not to inferior swords.
The long sword in Xie Xiangcai's hand in front of him is worthy of being called "inferior".
Gu Liuli took out a breath and slowly lowered his raised hand.
Prime Minister Xie was confused and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Why did you sheath your sword?"
Gu Liuli's eyebrows stretched open, and a touch of arrogance quietly rose in his tone, "The Eighth Young Master's sword is too bad. To compete with him will damage my swordsmanship."
The smile on Xie Xiangcai's cheek slowly faded, and his fingers unconsciously brushed the crooked word "风云" on the sword blade.
"I don't think, in my heart, this sword is... the best sword in the world."
The young man suddenly burst into laughter, and then his smile gradually widened, and finally turned into laughter.
In an instant, the clouds in the sky rioted, and their size expanded several times.
This seemingly gentle and gentle eighth son, an approachable little elder, changed his normal attitude at this moment and became domineering.
In an instant, sword energy surged, but this sword energy did not come from Gu Liuli, but from... Xie Xiangcai.
The breeze lingering in the sky turned into a violent wind in an instant, and the wind was strong. At the same time, thunder could be heard from the light blue clouds that expanded above everyone's heads.
Gu Liuli stepped back three steps in a row, pulled out the Wuxuan sword that had been inserted into the scabbard, and held it against his chest to avoid the oncoming sword energy.
"I have seven senior brothers. The fifth senior brother and the seventh senior brother all know how to use swords. They each taught me a set of swordsmanship. They are all excellent swordsmanship. Originally, I saw that you had mastered swordsmanship and wanted to try it with you, but now It seems...that’s not necessary!”
"What a 'too bad'. Since you think my sword is too bad, how about I use this too bad sword against your mysterious sword that you think is superior?"
"Gu Liuli, if you take my sword, if the sword-protecting jade pendant under the sword in your hand is still intact, then I, Xie Xiangcai, will never touch a sword again in this life!"
two
In the meeting hall, the second elder who was sitting upright stood up suddenly, his face changed drastically, and he almost wanted to rush out of the elders' house.
The elder on the side changed his eyes slightly and frowned slightly, "Gu Liuli asked for this. Besides, when juniors are competing, what are we old guys mixing in?"
The second elder's cheeks turned red, "First elder, can't you feel how strong Mr. Xie's sword intention... is?"
The Great Elder took out a long breath, nodded slightly, then sighed and waved his hand, "Be patient, as long as it doesn't hurt Gu Liuli's sword heart, there is no need to take action... The Lord of the City has always had a vicious look, this close door Disciple...hey...those little bastards should be convinced now, right?"
In front of the pavilion of the Presbytery, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Gu Liuli was sweating coldly as he worked up his strength, pouring the original power from his martial roots into Wu Xuan Sword.
For a moment, Wu Xuan Sword was full of splendor, but the sword energy seemed a bit messy under Xie Xiangcai's crushing force.
Gu Liuli has been practicing swordsmanship so far, and only two people among his peers have ever suppressed his sword energy in this way.
One of them is the young man in white shirt in front of him, and the other is the Tianzi Camp Toujia who is still in seclusion and is recognized as the number one martial artist among the younger generation of Qingmeng Academy...
Gongyegu.
Gu Liuli gritted her teeth and held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands. Her sleeves were torn open, and the hairs all over her body stood on end. She raised the sword high above her head and immediately swung it down heavily.
At this moment, even Gu Liuli's superb swordsmanship had no room to display before Xie Xiangcai's monstrous sword energy.
Gu Liuli, who is self-proclaimed to be among the top five swordsmen in the school and the proud disciple of the Second Elder, does not care about the gentleman's sword at the moment. He has long forgotten about the use of swords and wielded a sword that condensed his life's energy. sword.
The sword shadow was three feet high, and it swept towards the boy in white shirt with great force.
Xie Xiangcai's mouth curved in contempt.
Swordsmanship, fucking bullshit swordsmanship.
Kenshin, fucking bullshit Kenshin.
Sword Intent, what the hell is this called Sword Intent?
The young man flipped his wrist and pulled out the sword flower. At the same time, he shook out a stream of sword energy. The sword energy rolled up the sword flower and hit the huge sword shadow headlong.
The sword flower rotated and tore open the sword energy barrier that was more than ten inches thick around the sword shadow, until it reached the center where the energy was strongest. It only rotated half a circle to neutralize the attack.
When Gu Liuli was distracted, the sword flower collided with the sword-protecting jade pendant hanging under Wu Xuan Sword. The moment the two collided, there was only a "click" sound, and the jade stone suddenly shattered and fell to the ground, turning into Powder everywhere.
"Boring——"
The Wuxuan Sword in Gu Liuli's hand hit the ground hard, and his figure also stepped back, and did not stop until he took more than ten steps.
Xie Xiangcai's expression slowly calmed down, he raised his sleeves to brush off the dust on Fengyun Sword, and gently inserted it back into the scabbard.
"Gu Liuli, are you convinced?"
"Clothes."
"Is my sword too bad?"
"You can't see Mount Tai if you have eyes."
"Then what should you call me?"
"Elder Zhang Jian, the student has been offended!"
Three questions and three answers, everything is clear.
The expression on the face of the eighth young master and young elder in white had just become gentle. He shook off some of his clothes and brushed away the wrinkles on them. His clothes were as neat as ever again.
Spotless.
Three competitions, three crushings.
This newly promoted sword-handling elder let everyone present know that he was able to sit in this position not through the back door, but through his own excellent strength.
All the students who had witnessed these three competitions did not dare to look down on this gentle and elegant young elder at this moment, and they knew in their hearts that the other party also had a temper.
And it's pretty hot.
On the hillside not far away, Hu Jie kept nodding with a dogtail grass in his mouth.
"Okay, okay, okay..."
three
After the competition ended, the young students standing in the Tiandi Camp in "One" in front of Xie Xiangcai looked at each other, and finally dispersed in different directions with different expressions.
The strongest among these people was Gu Liuli. Even he couldn't withstand Xie Xiangcai's sword. If the others rushed forward, they would undoubtedly shoot themselves in the foot.
Xie Xiangcai smiled lightly as he watched the students turn and leave. After a while, when he was about to return to the elders' courtyard, a slightly familiar figure attracted his attention.
Among the sparse crowd, Feng Xin, who was wearing a light blue dress, stood with three or two other women, as quiet and elegant as a bud waiting to bloom.
Xie Xiangcai was stunned for a moment, and after pondering for a moment, he bravely walked towards the other party.
Feng Xin smiled playfully, looking at the shocked expressions of the girls around him with his peripheral vision, and the corners of his mouth widened.
Xie Xiangcai stood about half a foot in front of her, bent down and held his hands in his hands, with a hint of apology in his voice, "Miss Feng, I wonder if there is something wrong with your body or bones?"
Feng Xin chuckled lightly, looked at Xie Xiangcai and said, "Elder Zhang Jian expressed his condolences in person, but students don't dare to accept it."
Xie Xiangcai did not dare to raise his head, but still looked at the ground, and said awkwardly, "You are well-deserved as an elder. If Miss Feng doesn't dislike it, it would be better to call me Eighth Young Master."
Feng Xin took a step forward, and the refreshing fragrance of grass hit the tip of Xie Xiangcai's nose, making the young man's body become a little stiff.
A soft force emerged from the palm of her hand, and she lifted Xie Xiangcai's head, making the boy's clear eyes look into his bright eyes.
Xie Xiangcai tried his best to avoid it, but Feng Xin's eyes followed him all the way.
Feng Xin said softly, "What's wrong, Eighth Young Master? Is there something wrong in your heart or something?"
The young man's cheeks were red, "Miss Feng, if nothing happens, I'll go back to the elders first. If you have anything, you can send me a letter."
Feng Xin looked at Xie Xiangcai's hastily leaving back and laughed loudly, "Elder Zhang Jian, if I have nothing to do, can I go to Yangjian Pavilion to learn swordsmanship from you? Or... exchange martial arts?"
After Xie Xiangcai heard this, his body stiffened for a moment, and then he quickened his pace and walked towards the elder's courtyard.
Feng Xin slowly stopped smiling and turned around to look at the stunned girls.
"Feng Xin, you..."
"Am I right?"
The girls sighed, and then gave Feng Xin a thumbs up.
Four
Xie Xiang just took the key from the Elder's Court and left. It was almost dusk. He took some buckets and rags and other sundries from Elder Guan Jie, and then went to the Sword Yang Pavilion to open the copper lock that had been covered in dust for a long time.
When I opened the door, I was greeted by the smell of dust mixed with some sawdust.
Xie Xiang, who had not yet adapted to the smell, coughed violently a few times, then quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, walked quickly to the window and pushed it open.
The young man looked at a palm print above the window and complained softly.
"How long has it been since no one has cleaned this little shabby house... To put it nicely, it's a sword-raising pavilion, built like a pig's nest!"
As soon as he finished speaking, buzzing sounds suddenly rang out from all directions in the room, causing Xie Xiangcai's eardrums to almost rupture.
He plugged his ears with two fingers and looked around the room with an ugly expression. He saw that the whole room was filled with flying dust.
The dust did not come from the windows and tables, but from the long swords hanging on the four walls.
The long sword kept vibrating, shaking away all the dust attached to the scabbard, dancing wildly in the small room.
Suddenly, Xie Xiangcai's eyes, nose and mouth were filled with dust. He yelled angrily and rushed out of the door, throwing a shovel to the ground.
Seeing Xie Xiangcai, he rushed out of the house. The long swords hanging on the wall were unsheathed one after another. Hundreds of swords were swept out of the sword-raising pavilion, floating around Xie Xiangcai's body, blocking his way.
The young man felt the sword energy on the hundreds of long swords and was so shocked that his face turned pale. He hurriedly squatted down and covered his head.
Those long swords floating in the sky, seeing the young man looking like this, all hummed like a sneer, then turned sideways and smashed the opponent with their sword blades.
"ah--"
"Jian... Jian... Master Jian... I was wrong, I was wrong!"
"Okay, okay, let's all go back, let's go back, I will definitely take good care of you!"
Prime Minister Xie was beaten until he lay on the ground begging for mercy. After this, the long swords finally stopped and came down. After gesturing at the young man with their sword tips, they returned to the scabbards hanging on the wall of the house.
The young man got up with lingering fear, tiptoed to the door of the Sword-raising Pavilion, stuck out half of his head and looked into the house. When he saw that there was no movement among the hundreds of swords hanging on the wall, he felt relieved and walked into the house. He held his breath and started cleaning. room.
After cleaning the cabin, it was already sunset.
Xie Xiangcai walked out of the house with a sore back, moved step by step to the stone bench, lit the fire stick at hand, and drove away the darkness around him.
He took off the long sword from his waist and placed it gently on the table.
The young man looked up at the starry sky above his head. A bright moon hung high in the sky, just above the stone table.
According to what the book said, he returned to the Yangjian Pavilion and moved out a wooden box half a man's height and placed it next to the stone bench.
Xie Xiangcai immediately took out deer skin, sword oil and a piece of dark wood from the wooden box.
He held the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath. The deerskin wiped the sword until it could clearly reflect the moonlight.
Then the young man used two fingers to get a little sword oil, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and then gently applied it on the front and back of the sword until it was shiny.
After completing these two steps, Xie Xiangcai placed the long sword firmly on the left half of the stone table, then held the scabbard with one hand and grabbed the unknown piece of wood with the other.
He held the wood and gently rubbed it on the scabbard until the color of the wood faded slightly and thick water droplets dripped from it, then he stopped.
The young man lifted the wood slightly and let the water droplets fall on the scabbard along the heel of his palm. After waiting for a dozen or so drops, he put the wood back into the cloth and used his whole palm to wipe away the sticky water on the scabbard. The liquid spreads evenly.
After doing all this, Xie Xiangcai placed the scabbard on the other half of the stone table that was symmetrical with the long sword. He stood up and went to the water tank not far away to clean his hands.
After a while, he returned to the stone bench and looked at the Fengyun Sword, which had a faint silver-white luster under the candlelight. The corners of his mouth curved gently and touchingly.
The young man sat on the stone bench and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.
The bright moon is full, but it evokes the sorrow of parting.
In Dongfeng City, is the girl with "moon" in her name admiring the moon at this time?
My hometown thousands of miles away must have been snowing heavily by now, right?
Is your father admiring the moon?
Is the bright moon here the same as the bright moon in the neighboring city or hometown?
There are three moons in the world: the moon in front of your eyes, the moon in your heart, and the moon in your dreams.
Everyone thinks about the bright moon, and the bright moon reflects everyone.
