Chapter 252

In the afternoon after the Title Granting ended, by the side of Bo-Wang City, with carriages and horses rippling, Pei Ye sent off Chang Chang Zhiyuan and the martial arts hall group.

Official positions in the county were vacant and affairs were busy, so Chang Chang Zhiyuan couldn't get away, and Master Huang brought a group of children and couldn't leave home for too long.

Pei Ye wanted to persuade them to leave tomorrow morning, but the two elders said that they could arrive at Can County tonight, stay there for one night, and the itinerary would be just right if they set off early the next morning, so Pei Ye had to agree.

"When encountering things, always put your own safety first." Before leaving, the old man held the youth's arm, looking up and down, as if he had many things to say, but finally only sighed lightly.

Pei Ye nodded seriously.

He said goodbye to Master Huang and the children. Master Huang didn't look sentimental, still with a smiling appearance, but the children were all red-eyed and wiping tears, and their reluctant appearance was like pieces of sticky candy, completely unable to peel off Pei Ye's body.

These days, the children were indeed playing happily and joyfully, and the final martial competition was also very satisfying to watch. It is conceivable that when they return to the deep and secluded Fenghuai Mountain City, they will still remember the Bo-Wang City with lights all over the street at night, and they will never forget the sea-like cheers of tens of thousands of people on the martial field.

Especially, they must also remember Sister Li Piaoqing.

These days, Pei Ye had been busy with the martial competition and hadn't accompanied them for too long. Instead, Li Li Piaoqing often brought these noisy children to eat, enjoy, and play, establishing a deep friendship.

"Everyone must practice martial arts well after going back, do you hear me? Once you open your pulses, come to Yilan Mountain to learn swords." Li Li Piaoqing said with a smile.

"Okay!!"

As a great contributor to the return of the Jade Pulse, the Fenghuai Martial Arts Hall was able to skip all intermediate links and directly establish a connection with the Jade Jade Mountain, which was now the first in Bo-Wang. Not only were there three spots every year, but any talented people could be directly recommended at any time. Coupled with the martial arts resource tilt obtained by Pei Ye winning the championship, the small Fenghuai City could be said to have opened the door to the future of martial arts.

Li Li Piaoqing dispatched several Cuiyu disciples to escort them, changed the ox cart to a wide and stable carriage, and watched with Pei Ye as the group disappeared at the end of the road.

"They seem to like me more." After the carriages and horses could no longer be seen, the two turned back, and the young girl laughed.

Pei Ye curled his lips, not bothering to argue with her at all.

The young girl couldn't stop talking, and peeked at his waist again: "Pei Ye, I said earlier that you are fickle, and you still don't admit it."

That new sword was already worn at his waist, and the old sword had long since disappeared. Now, matching with the green robe, he really looked like a young master from a noble family.

However, the youth's skin was the color of being tanned by the sun and wasn't delicate enough, which was a giveaway.

"If I wore the old sword, you would say I disgraced your clothes again."

"I'm not that unreasonable!" Li Li Piaoqing couldn't help but laugh, but her expression froze. At this time, she noticed that the tassel wasn't something that came with the sword.

If it were before yesterday, the young girl would have curiously pointed and asked him to take it off for her to see, but now she looked at the clumsy traces of the handmade work, her throat choked, and her heart jumped heavily.

"That... Pei Ye," Li Li Piaoqing said naturally, kicking her feet, "that... did you tie it on yourself?"

"Ah? What?" Pei Ye froze.

"It's that... sword tassel."

"..." Pei Ye looked down and was silent for a moment.

Li Li Piaoqing glanced at him quietly.

The youth nodded lightly: "Hmm, a good friend gave it to me."

"... Oh." Li Li Piaoqing keenly noticed the change in the youth's emotions, but didn't know the reason for this depression, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

Fortunately, the youth didn't have as many thoughts as she did, and continued in a low voice: "It was when I won first place in the Mid-Autumn Wu Bi in the county, she knitted it for me—the sword I had before was the prize for the martial competition."

So, now that he had a new sword, he had to tie it on.

Li Li Piaoqing pinched her fingers unconsciously, nodded and said: "Can... can I see it?"

"Hmm." Pei Ye untied the long sword.

Li Li Piaoqing took it lightly with a fast heartbeat. She saw that the refinement of the sword and the clumsiness of the tassel were contradictory, which was exactly the reason why she saw something was wrong at a glance.

She held up this tassel. It was actually preserved very well and very clean, but because of the material, the color had become dim after a long time, which made it look old.

It was just the most ordinary kind of green silk gathered into a cluster, and the texture of the rope was also average, but because it was twisted relatively thick, it was sturdy. The main body was a small green jade pillar.

In fact, gifting jade to people often has implications in shape and carving themes, but this dry little pillar seemed to know nothing, just grinding a piece of jade stone he had on hand into a round shape and stringing it up.

The materials and workmanship were ordinary and crude. If there was anything to cherish, it was that the inside and outside of this object were all made by a pair of hands that were not dexterous but worked hard.

Li Li Piaoqing picked up this little pillar, and two lines of small characters on it entered her eyes. The carving traces were still light and clumsy, showing that the carver had no cultivation and the hands were soft—a girl's hands.

"Feeling your fragrant virtue, heart hidden in jade; crane bones and bamboo ambition, not falling into the blue clouds."

Such sentences...

Li Li Piaoqing raised her eyes and glanced again. The youth was looking at the long street in a daze. The young girl handed back the long sword, walked quietly for a while, and gathered her courage: "Pei Ye, this friend of yours... is she in Fenghuai now?"

"... She passed away."

"..." Li Li Piaoqing opened her eyes in astonishment.

"..."

"Sor, sorry..." The young girl was a bit flustered, "I didn't know."

"It's okay." Pei Ye gave her a gentle smile. He did feel that the young girl was a bit strange today, sighed lightly, and continued, "Before, when I fought in the martial competition, she often cheered for me below, and she was very happy when I won. Now that I have won the autumn championship of the prefecture city... I think if she knew, she would definitely be extremely happy."

The youth looked at the horizon quietly.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

After a long time, Li Li Piaoqing suddenly said softly: "Pei Ye... you haven't told me about your affairs yet."

"What affairs?"

"It's... your past affairs." The young girl lowered her head, "Your family, master, and friends you've made."

She remembered that letter delivered by the flying sword again, and finally grasped the hazy mist of the day of the martial competition.

"Anyway, let's chat." The young girl looked at him carefully, tilting her head, "You know all about my affairs."

"Oh..."

"That," Pei Ye was about to speak, but the young girl suddenly interrupted him again. Her tone carried a rigid naturalness, and her two hands were crossed together, "Do you have anything to do tonight?"

"Ah... I have an appointment with Yang Yan to practice swords." Pei Ye said, "What's wrong?"

"..."

Li Li Piaoqing knew what she would have said before.

Now there was still a long time before night, and she would have laughed without hesitation: "Sister said the lake view is very good these two nights, let's go rowing for a while! —It's late, he's not that urgent."

But now the young girl looked straight ahead, took two light breaths, and this sentence still couldn't rush out of her throat.

For the courage that was hard to gather, a little accident was enough to become an excuse for retreat.

The young girl was a bit discouraged and said in a low voice: "Then, okay... let's talk tomorrow."

Talk about what?

You haven't said it yet.

But Pei Ye looked at the black-ball-like head of the young girl lowered beside him and didn't ask.

First she said she wanted to know about his situation, and before he could speak, she immediately followed up with "Do you have anything to do tonight." Obviously, in the young girl's heart, these were connected.

She wanted to make an appointment with him to talk about this topic somewhere.

But these were words that could be said anywhere.

The young girl's words and actions today were a bit silly and carried a kind of excessive twists and turns and caution. Even if the youth didn't know the word "worrying about gains and losses," it was enough to grasp this cautious emotion.

This discovery made the youth's heart sink empty again. Ever since Qi Qi Zhaohua pointed out that sentence that day, this emotion had popped out from time to time.

"Then, okay." Pei Ye lowered his eyebrows and pursed his lips, "I'll go find Yang Yan first."

"Hmm, okay." Li Li Piaoqing was still lowering her head in slight annoyance and didn't see the youth's expression.

—

Changdao Martial Arts Hall.

Cuiyu's courtyard couldn't hold everyone after all, and some people still lived in the west courtyard of the martial arts hall. Yang Yan was among them.

When Pei Ye pushed the door open, there was no one in the courtyard. The black-clothed youth was sitting on a stone stool under a tree, holding the scroll and dazing.

Pei Ye had handed "Crashing Snow" to him to bring back to the martial arts hall as soon as he got off the Catching Moon Tower. Judging by this, the youth had been studying it from that time until now.

Seeing Pei Ye come in, Yang Yan immediately stood up, holding the sword scripture and walking up quickly: "Finally here, you have to practice until—"

"Yang Yan, is there any girl who is very good to you?"

"...?"

Pei Ye looked at him, sighed lightly, and took the sword scripture: "Never mind."

"...?"

Pei Ye held the booklet in his hand and looked at this sword scripture seriously for the first time.

The first reaction was a shocking thinness. He had already glimpsed that it wasn't thick when it was awarded that day. At this time, he smoothed it out carefully and found that the paper was very thick, and in the end, there were only less than twenty pages.

Pei Ye first gave it a look of disdain with a frown.

Because the sword is like this, it is a technique of refinement. The dismantling of moves, the sword principles involved, the key points of use... all must be clearly written so that the learner can practice it. The more exquisite and complex it is, the more ink it takes. "Opening Door Sword" has forty pages, and "Supporting Willow Sword" has ninety-seven pages. If "Jade Jade Sword" were moved out, it would be a huge volume like a small mountain.

But this booklet... only has these two pages, what can be written?

Pei Ye frowned and opened it—whoa, the characters are so big!

Yang Yan looked at him with cold eyes: "Pei Ye, what kind of expression is that?"

Pei Ye laughed: "Do I have to learn it all?"

"... You are really arrogant now!" Yang Yan sneered, "If you can learn it all in these days, I will kowtow to you!"

Pei Ye was spirited: "You said it!"

He sat at the table, lowered his head, and began to read the book seriously, still following the process told by Zhao Ming Qitian, first flipping through it, then reading it carefully, then dismantling it, and after it was clear in his heart, then using the sword.

However, half an hour later, the youth closed the book, and his bright, raised face had turned into a frown of condensation.

Didn't understand.

Yang Yan laughed coldly on the side, and Pei Ye didn't pay attention to him.

Anyway, this fool didn't set a bet that he couldn't learn it.

As far as this sword is concerned, this is indeed a... sword technique different from other swords.

Even if Pei Ye hadn't read all the sword techniques, he knew that such a sword was not often seen, and it was not suitable as a sword technique for opening a sect—it was not a technique, but just a move.

There was no dismantling of sword moves, nor was there a description of sword principles. The whole text was about talking about mystery, but there weren't many lines of such text—rather than a sword book, it was more like an excerpt from a Daoist book.

The only thing that made Pei Ye feel that he hadn't received a fake was that these texts did point to the same principle.

Crashing Snow.

Pei Ye had seen this sword.

At Old Zhang's restaurant, the furnishings of the whole room were spread out on the wall like a painting; at the first meeting at Catching Moon Tower, Yang Yan's hasty sword strike sent him flying off the ground.

This is what "Crashing Snow" follows, like quiet snow on a high mountain, falling and accumulating silently day after day, month after month, until it suddenly bursts out in a tilt.

It looks like the "first accumulate then release" principle followed by the spreading wings and clear ringing, but in fact, it is not—this sword has two places that the spreading wings and clear ringing cannot reach, and therefore pulls the two sword moves into an essential difference.

"Quiet" and "Self."

The 【Spreading Wings】 of Jade Jade Mountain has a set of exquisite design actions, just like the cicada's soft wings slowly unfolding and hardening. Only by following this principle can a martial artist complete 【Spreading Wings】. Apart from this, after Pei Ye reached the peak of clumsiness, he could also lead the opponent's attack to accumulate into 【Spreading Wings】.

But Crashing Snow must be completely quiet.

Its power comes entirely from the youth's own still body. It is not "accumulate," but more like "draw," the dantian is the high mountain, the body is the sky, and all power comes from the excavation of every subtle movement of his own body, which is shocking.

You must deeply feel every subtle movement in your body to gather them together.

This strange technique actually far exceeds 【Spreading Wings】 and 【Clear Ringing】, and even jumps out of the category of "sword principles."

However, in terms of actual combat, it is not as good as these two styles... The reason is very simple. When fighting, who lets you stand there without moving?

A sword that is too biased and extreme.

It is of course a very strong sword move, and it can also explode with very strong power, but that is all due to its own superior characteristics, not the design of the sword writer.

In fact, Pei Ye clearly felt that when the sword writer wrote this sword, he didn't consider the actual combat situation at all, and even... he might not have regarded it as a sword at all.

It is more like a presentation and extension of the intention pulse. The shape and power of the sword are not important, but the path wrapped in it is important.

So Pei Ye thought, this is indeed the sword of Yang Yan's sect.

If Yang Yan's sword represents "outside" and "swallow," then this sword represents "inside" and "spit."

"You have to learn to the second chapter." The youth said on the side, "I only learned the first chapter, so it's not enough to open the jade pendant."

Pei Ye flipped through the book again, and then pressed somewhat silently on the so-called "second chapter."

This is the penultimate page of this booklet.

Flipping over, the last page is the "third chapter."

These two pages respectively write, "Once the first chapter is done, the second chapter can be realized" and "Once the second chapter is done, the third chapter is ahead."

"That's how it is." Yang Yan nodded vigorously, "My sword is also like this!"

(End of chapter)