Chapter 169: The Blade Ghost Blocks the Road

"I do like the blade. I like its heaviness and power, I like its momentum of going forward without looking back... far better than the twists and turns of the sword," the woman lowered her head and touched the blade, her voice becoming dull again. "I like it... more than many, many things."

The young man who practiced the sword sat beside her, not feeling offended in the slightest, but nodding repeatedly instead.

This feeling of joy upon seeing it was originally common.

"I think, what the sword can reach, the blade must also be able to reach," the woman lowered her head and touched the blade, her voice becoming dull again. "Why... must the sword be better than the blade?"

"So you want to defeat Qijiao Shang Huaitong in the martial arts competition, actually it is also your own road of seeking the Dao, right?" Pei Ye's voice was light and slow. "Because he is the number one young person in Bowang's sword path?"

". Mm." The woman nodded lightly, revealing her long-term plan for the first time. "If I can win the championship and get a ranking in the Divine Capital martial arts competition, I don't want to become an official. I want to take this chivalrous certificate and... join the White Deer Palace."

".

"Of course! I know that is very difficult," Zhang Junxue added hurriedly. "But, I will do my best. Five years ago, their previous generation 【Blade Ghost】 passed through Bowang Prefecture, and I saw his temperament with my own eyes."

"His name is 'Qi Wuming', right?" Pei Ye recalled what he heard in the county office that day, and even the sentence "That person is much uglier" surged up together, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Correct!"

"You went up and said two sentences to him?" Pei Ye asked curiously.

". The woman lowered her head muffledly.

"Oh."

It seems the woman's dullness in front of strangers is innate.

"Actually... you are also very amazing," Zhang Junxue returned to the blade and sword. "Before you, I had never sparred with a sword practitioner who had entered the realm—thank you for giving me this pressure of being left and right, which can be considered as letting me face Qijiao Shang Huaitong in advance."

Pei Ye smiled, seemingly not taking it for granted: "Everyone's sword path is different. Even if it is the Clumsy Realm, it cannot be arbitrarily compared together."

"Mm, I know. When truly facing him, that pressure must be even more terrifying," Zhang Junxue lowered her head, tapping the blade body lightly. "He has entered the Clumsy Realm for three years."

"Also, thank you for showing me that sword move just now," Zhang Junxue seemed to have opened her chatterbox. "I have never seen such an exquisite sword move before, it could actually resolve that blade of mine so miraculously."

"This sword is indeed very good," Pei Ye agreed.

Starting from 【Clear Chirp】, the Cicada part began to emit more and more dazzling light. When Pei Ye used 【Eat Leaf】, he indeed felt a not-so-small surprise.

And its potential will continue to be realized as his realm improves—when he can make fifty swords, one hundred swords, three hundred swords, what kind of wind and waves can he not calm?

Even if not viewed from a "utilitarian" perspective, just using this sword move was a kind of enjoyment for Pei Ye. It could truly exert your control over the sword to the fullest, a kind of unbridled showing off of skills.

"Being able to use this kind of sword is already very amazing. What I can't figure out is... what kind of person could create such an exquisite thing. The sword has really gone very high," the woman's eyes had longing, confusion, and a few points of dissatisfaction. "But I think, sooner or later... I can also create such a blade."

"Are you talking about 【Eat Leaf】?"

"Mm."

"Is this goal a bit low?" The young man smiled.

"Ah?" The woman was dazed.

"I mean, you take the entire sword path as an imaginary enemy, really... makes people's hearts surge," the young man smiled. "But you talk about 【Eat Leaf】 next, and even talk about Qijiao Shang Huaitong, it's a bit unworthy of this ambition."

". What do you mean?"

The young man picked up the sword and stood up, swung a sword flower lightly, and looked at the woman. His lips were slightly pursed, making this smile look a bit solemn.

He said slowly: "Do you want to see what a real sword looks like?"

". Real, sword?"

"The height a sword can truly reach," Pei Ye stood still, looked straight, lowered the sword, and said softly, "Neither can 【Eat Leaf】 represent it, nor is Qijiao Shang Huaitong qualified to touch it. If you want to see it clearly, you must first lift your head."

Zhang Junxue lifted her head, only seeing the young man's clothes fluttering in the moonlight and wind, and the autumn water in his hand.

"The majestic appearance of the entire mountain of sword path," Pei Ye looked at her and said softly. "Junxue, tonight, in this place, I will try to lift a corner for you."

The wind and smoke were clean.

Just like an ant gritting its teeth looking at the dozens-of-feet-high mound in front of it, thinking that conquering it would be a lifelong career, and then a hand lifted it up and placed it on the top of the hill.

Thus Mount Tai appeared in front of her.

Zhang Junxue shuddered all over.

It was not out of fear, but a more direct reaction, which did not pass through the brain, nor did it need the help of emotions. For a woman who was infinitely sensitive to weapons, facing this sword, her body began to tremble involuntarily.

And see, alone like a dream, bright moon, jade mirror, flowing water; full eyes are white, jade color, silver color, snow color...

It seemed to be a moment, and it seemed to be eternity. Zhang Junxue lowered her head in a daze, and the cold sword body was pointing at her chin.

Zhang Junxue was quiet and dazed.

Pei Ye looked at the woman's infatuated state, and in a trance, he seemed to suddenly see himself in the forest that night. Perhaps for many years to come, when the woman was climbing hard on the blade path, this sword would be hanging in her mind.

So in such a scene, Pei Ye also suddenly missed Ming Qitian, unable to distinguish whether it was the person or the sword—when he thought of the fluttering clothes of the woman, that fairy-like sword always surged before his eyes; and when he recalled that unreachable sword technique, it was always accompanied by the god-like appearance of the woman.

Perhaps the person and the sword were not separated, he just wanted to see that fairy-like scene one more time.

"Is this a sword?" The voice of the woman in front of him pulled him back. Zhang Junxue lifted her head in a daze, her eye sockets were red.

"Mm," Pei Ye nodded solemnly and gently, slowly extended a fist in front of the woman, and said softly, "I think, this is your ambition—sooner or later, you can also create such a blade."

However, Zhang Junxue didn't respond for a while.

Her hand lifted slightly, then put it back down, and she even lowered her head.

Facing such an impact that she had never imagined, could not understand, and could not resist, the woman's resilient confidence was inevitably shaken.

And Pei Ye didn't say a word. He held his fist flat, waiting motionless.

Finally, Zhang Junxue slowly lifted her hand, becoming more and more stable.

The woman lifted her eyes to look at him flatly, her whole person seeming to have gone through a quenching.

She slowly moved her fist to meet the young man's, and said clangorously: "Sooner or later, I can also create such a blade."

——

One thousand three hundred li west of Bowang Prefecture.

The sky is higher, the clouds are lighter, the earth gradually rises, vast and boundless.

A strong and healthy figure is galloping on the earth.

Although the sky is vast and the earth is wide, when the perspective is reduced to the individual, there are still undulating slopes and gullies in front, and it is not very easy to gallop a horse.

Fortunately, this big white horse is a first-class thousand-li steed, and the rider is also a one-in-ten-thousand driver. After breakfast, they had already galloped three hundred li in one breath.

Gu Yunfu had not stopped for a moment since leaving Bowang, rushing back to Tianshan. Two letters were safely tucked in his bosom. He had already opened and read the big white one.

They were about to enter the territory of Sanshan Prefecture, and after passing through Sanshan Prefecture, going up the mountain again, along the mountain range, they could return to Tianshan.

The matter Zhang Shixiong Yun Ning wanted to do was not very dangerous, and the content of this letter was not very important, but the things vaguely revealed in it were enough to be presented to the Pool Master—it was an undeniable side evidence for the case of the Huxin Sword Sect last month.

Of course, everything was based on the premise that this letter could be delivered.

Gu Yunfu raised his head, and three figures like black owls were spreading their great wings, jumping down from the cliff wall beside them. They had already revealed cold light in the air, and the sharpness was coming straight at him.

Gu Yunfu raised his hand and grasped the sword hilt on his back.

"Stopping me after walking so far, is the scheduling not smooth?" The man pulled out his sword with a "Clang". The sword of a Tianshan man was always a bit longer, wider, and thicker than the ordinary size. This hard sword came out of the sheath and reflected a piece of brilliant sunlight. "So this matter is not monopolized by your family, it has to pass through one or two more links in the middle to have this coordination."

The three evil owls seemed to be mutes, just jumping down silently and fiercely. When they got close, they saw the colorful masks flashing under the hoods—all were images of the theater. Gu Yunfu hadn't watched many plays, but he recognized them as Liu, Guan, and Zhang.

He sneered: "Rat-like villains, aren't your faces hot?"

During the speech, his figure had already jumped up, meeting the three with a sword.

The two sides met in the blink of an eye.

Gu Yunfu's sword was both heavy and fast. Although he was meeting them from below, he still slashed one person first, the next sword slid across the second person's sword, and while blocking the other's sword, the third sword had already pierced into the third person's abdomen.

Thus, the man swept up like a white eagle, and in the blink of an eye, he had crossed two black owls. The only one still above him had already been pierced into the abdomen by a sword.

Gu Yunfu, even if placed on Tianshan, this name was not mediocre. At this time, fighting one against three, he was simply at ease.

But the "Liu, Guan, Zhang" trio were still silent, and the "Zhang Fei" who was pierced into the abdomen didn't make a sound, as if what Gu Yunfu pierced was a piece of dead meat.

And when Gu Yunfu pulled the sword back and turned around, his figure appeared sluggish—"Zhang Fei" used all his strength to keep the sword in his abdomen.

Gu Yunfu pulled hard, actually dragging the other party's body over together. Liu and Guan behind had already arrived. Gu Yunfu had no choice but to push "Zhang Fei" away again. When he let go of the sword and turned back, both hands were already covered with a layer of ice-like jade film.

Both hands reached out toward the long arms on both sides, actually catching the two swords whose whereabouts were ghostly in the moment of turning back.

But at this moment, his body shook, and "Zhang Fei" behind printed a palm on his back.

It turned out that when he was pushed out by Gu Yunfu, he didn't follow the trend, but reversed the sword forward, letting the long sword pierce through his abdomen, and met him with an injury-for-injury attack, striving to attack simultaneously with his two companions.

Gu Yunfu spat out a mouthful of blood. He twisted the two swords in his hands, and at the same time, the surging True Qi shook back the palm printed on his back. His body fell violently downward, seeking to temporarily escape the encirclement.

For this, he had to give up the high ground he had just grabbed.

In the high sky, the three figures crossed and chased down. "Liu Bei" spoke for the first time, his voice not like a human, and without ups and downs, truly like an evil owl turned into a spirit: "Since we came as three people, three people are enough to kill you."

Gu Yunfu fell to the ground and coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood.

What a heavy palm.

Now it seems that the sword in the third person's hand was just a decoration. All his skills were in his palm, which was why that sword had a gap to be pierced into the abdomen by himself.

Not hesitating to use his body as bait.

After one round of exchange, the victory was clearly tilting toward the three of them. Gu Yunfu raised his eyes to look at the three coordinated figures swooping down again, and he really couldn't find a chance to turn defeat into victory.

". Indeed," he sighed while gritting his teeth. "You calculated correctly."

I, Gu Yunfu, really can't survive under the hands of you three.

Then he raised his hand.

"Junior Brother Yun Ning, if you don't strike again, I'm going to die!"

A white shadow flew down from the cliff.

When he appeared, he was still on the cliff peak, but when "Liu Bei" looked back, he had already appeared behind him gracefully.

Shang Yunning lightly slashed the sword across the neck of the last person, immediately rushed forward, and the True Qi surged to pounce on this brand-new corpse.

However, it was useless. The fire seemed to be born from within, and in the blink of an eye, it had swallowed it into a pile of ashes.

Not even the weapons were left behind.

Three piles of human-shaped fine dust were piled on the ground, and the two seemed to have seen it and were not surprised.

"Why, have you also learned to watch the show first?" Gu Yunfu took the handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and scolded with a smile.

Shang Yunning was a quiet and handsome man, unlike his Zhang Shixiong's classic Tianshan-like hard and bright temperament, the temperament on his body was like a cloud.

"No," the man's voice was also clear and gentle. He pointed to the cliff peak, "The whereabouts were exposed, I also dealt with two just now."

"Mm?" Gu Yunfu's eyebrows sank slightly. "They can actually catch your whereabouts?"

The man nodded.

"They know you are Shang Yunning?"

"They know."

Gu Yunfu laughed: "It's a pity they still underestimated the weight of this name—did those two leave any clues?"

Shang Yunning thought for a while: "Zhou Yu and Zhuge?"

". That's just a mask, even if Da Qiao and Xiao Qiao come, it doesn't represent anything."

"Oh..." Shang Yunning didn't care much, turned around and walked in front, "Go back quickly."

"My back still hurts," Gu Yunfu jumped on the horse. "What's the rush? With you here, kill as many as come."

"Yesterday's news, Ming Ming Jianzhu Ming has already left the Yijian Southern Sect, estimated to arrive at Tianshan tomorrow," Shang Yunning looked back at his Zhang Shixiong. "I actually really don't want to come to meet you."

"What kind of talk!" Gu Yunfu frowned. "Ming Ming Jianzhu Ming can be seen again after going to the Divine Capital this time, but can a Zhang Shixiong be replaced if he's gone?"

Shang Yunning said gently in front: "If one Zhang Shixiong is gone, there are many more. If Ming Ming Jianzhu Ming comes once, there might not be a next time."

"Sigh... Tianshan big wolves raise small wolves, forgetting their mother when they see a mother wolf."

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