Chapter 433

Shaolong Prefecture, Leaving Crane Platform of the Sword Building.

A gathering of heroes.

Chen Lihuai sat in the center, and the young sword users of the Jade Sword Pavilion that day were sitting around scattered. The sword lecture had been going on for three and a half days. Everyone was familiar with each other. For the past few days, they had been playing swords, exchanging pointers, and answering questions, and had gained a lot of inspiration and laughter.

The autumn sky was high and the air was crisp in the afternoon. When the building was high and the wind was high, if you tilted your head down from here, you could see the eaves of half the Shaolong Prefecture City.

"So according to the region, the origin of Shaolong Sword Path is in the north, flowing to the southeast, and moistening the west." The field was leisurely and quiet, Chen Lihuai smiled softly, "The Flying Swallow Jianmen often says 'Connecting to the Black Clothes, Continuing to Raise the Swan's Ambition'. The 'Black Clothes Sword Hall' died in Huaishi Prefecture one hundred and sixty years ago, and the 'Swan Sword Sect' that succeeded it perished between Yu and Xiang in the previous dynasty—six or seven out of ten sword gates in Longxi today inherit its legacy, which is exactly such a path."

The sword users thought and nodded. Many people wrote notes in small booklets. For many small sects with weak inheritance, being able to listen to the famous teachers of the Sword Cultivation Academy to sort out the Shaolong Sword Path was undoubtedly a rare opportunity to raise their sword field.

Guan Qianyan had heard this kind of sword theory before, supported her chin and tapped the pen holder lightly. Beside her, Ren Zixin was writing down quickly, her small face tightened, and she raised her pen, then frowned and listened to the next paragraph of the lecture.

Guan Qianyan tilted her head and couldn't help whispering: "Is your 'Black Clothes Sword' different from what the Black Clothes Sword Hall passed down back then?"

Ren Zixin was stunned: "Yes, Father said that three styles were missing, and the Ancestor added one and a half styles. Later generations of sect leaders constantly repaired it, and it became what it is now..."

The compilation meeting had passed nine days. The two girls who met in the teahouse were also familiar with each other. Ren Zixin felt more and more that this Kongdong true transmission had no airs and dared to speak. For three days, she had been sitting in one place with her.

It was that cyan skirt beside Guan Qianyan, who had never had the opportunity to say too much.

Ren Zixin's eyes stayed on it. The girl was looking down at a sword book, and her eyebrows and eyes with feathers were very beautiful.

In her impression, this girl's temperament was clear and harmonious, and a faint smile always hung on the corner of her mouth. She was like a spring breeze when talking, but Ren Zixin would always remember that scene in the Jade Sword Pavilion that day. Among the seven or eight figures that rose up, she was the only one in the Life Vein Realm, but the sharp cyan light of the sword she drew was not toward the youth before the hall, but toward the Mystic Gate that leaped toward him first.

Fortunately, her companion in light gray clothes held down her out-of-control emotions and body. When they met again, she had already smiled and nodded at her coldly.

Now this face still hung with an unconscious shallow smile, and her eyes were placed quietly in the book.

"... Then if we look at it according to imagery, what do you think the origin of Shaolong Sword Path should be?" Chen Lihuai smiled and looked around.

This was a more interesting question. If the regional flow mentioned just now was known to the disciples of the big sects, then the theory of imagery was somewhat controversial, and it was closer to the essence of the sword path.

The sword users on the Leaving Crane Platform were discussing heatedly. The Longnan Sword Sect mentioned falling flowers more, while others mentioned bright pearls. The sword path has evolved to this day, and there are really many imageries, and it is difficult to trace the source.

Chen Lihuai listened to the discussion quietly with a smile, and after a while said: "'Peach blossoms fly and fall in thirty gates', many people mention this, and it is also correct. The Falling Flower Sword performed by the Southern True Transmission yesterday benefited the Longnan heroes who went on stage to exchange moves. This is indeed the most obvious path. Falling Flower Sword has been the main vein of Longnan for nearly two hundred years."

"Then this is the imagery of Shaolong Sword Path closest to us—flower, we list it as one of them." Chen Lihuai smiled, "However, the Shaolong land and rivers have been rolling for several thousand years. Before the Falling Flower Ancestor opened the sect, the sword path was already prosperous. Does anyone know what the ancient veins and hidden veins refer to?"

Some people were slightly confused, while others cast their eyes on the people of the Bright Pearl Mingzhu Shuixie. Qi Mengchen nodded: "Answering Master's question, the Bright Pearl Mingzhu Shuixie is not a sect opened from nothing. My master often says that we inherit ancient swords, so I think there is an origin."

Chen Lihuai nodded: "Indeed. Your sect's sword vein can be traced back to two or three thousand years ago. This vein has spread, changed, and disappeared all the way, and it is no longer its original appearance. There are many who receive its irrigation today, but there are very few who can represent it. Those who can still see traces are only the Bright Pearl Mingzhu Shuixie, Five Sword Blessed Land, Mount Mount Mount Yuquan Spring Vein, Viewing Lake Jianmen, and a group of 'Water Swords'."

Chen Lihuai said slowly: "This imagery is 'Abyss'."

A group of sword intents such as deep suppression, boundlessness, cold sinking, etc., and even the story of the Dragon Pearl and casting swords in deep springs, are all the spirit of the Great Abyss. Swords in other places of the Great Tang rarely have this cold and vast heaviness.

"This is the ancient vein, and we Shaolong have the last and most ancient 'hidden vein'—can anyone think of it?"

The sword users did not discuss for a while, but were slightly confused. Many people thought of Kongdong, and others thought of Cloud Yang Building and Deer Sword Mountain Villa, but they had no clue. Obviously, unlike the Mingzhu Shuixie and Falling Flower Mountain, the family knows their own affairs. This "hidden vein" seems to have no successor.

"Near is obvious, ancient is hidden, it has always been like this." Chen Lihuai said slowly, "You can count the sword gates in the world. Those that are ancient and obvious must be first-class in the world. However, 'hidden' does not mean disappearance. The change of dynasties, although the name has gradually become unknown, it just spreads wider and sinks deeper, and is no longer so obvious."

Someone said at this time: "I don't know if it is occupied by Kongdong?"

Chen Lihuai smiled: "Talking about Shaolong Sword must mention Kongdong. If this imagery is avoided by Kongdong, it cannot be called Shaolong Sword Intent. However, we often say 'Great Kongdong' but not 'Ancient Kongdong'. Its swords are broad and many, it is aggregation rather than inheritance. It inherently has this intent, but it is not the source main vein—do you know which peak's sword it is?"

The platform was silent for a while. Chen Lihuai said: "It is "Phoenix Mountain Singing" of Colorful Mist Peak."

The sword users were either stunned or enlightened, and discussed heatedly for a while. Chen Lihuai smiled softly: "The last ancient imagery of Shaolong, if it is said that there may still be someone who knows it today, then perhaps only our Jade Jade Sparrow from the north."

The platform was slightly quiet, and everyone cast their eyes on the cyan skirt on the south platform.

Almost everyone already recognized this young sect leader. Her inheritance was remote, but she was amazing when she first went on stage to test the sword. The spirituality of her sword arts and the brightness and toughness of her sword use were astonishing. Later, it is said that she carried the ancient transmission of Jade Jade Mountain and had already qualified for the Life of Sword Path, which was quite mysterious.

And when getting along, her words and deeds were appropriate, like a spring breeze. For a few days, many people preferred to stand beside her.

At this time, this cyan skirt smiled in surprise, stood up with the book, and bowed: "I read the ancient books in the mountains when I was a child, and there is a sentence 'Continuing the Feather Vein', I think it might be 'Feather'?"

Chen Lihuai clapped his hands happily: "Not bad, not bad! Only such a direct inheritance can participate in the true sword of the ancient times—I said long ago that Jade Jade Mountain is the remaining fire of the sword, but unfortunately it has disappeared for two hundred years, and no one believes it."

"Kongdong's 'Phoenix Mountain Singing', its predecessor was the Seeking Phoenix Hall; Flying Swallow Jianmen's 'Black Clothes Sword', traced back to the Black Clothes Sword Hall and Swan Sword Sect; Mount Mount Mount Yuquan's 'Mayfly Transforming into Swan', taken from 'Mustard Seed Sword' and 'Swan Sword'. The three respectively go north from the middle, west, and east, and the one closest to the north is exactly the Jade Jade Mountain four hundred years ago." Chen Lihuai smiled and told, "This is the context sorted out by the new Shaolong Sword Academy, and now I share it with you. Sword gates involved can seek and exchange pointers based on this, and I think everyone will have progress."

New discoveries about sword arts themselves always have great value. Such results are told to all sects like this, which is obviously the greatest sincerity of the imperial court to integrate the martial arts world.

Li Piaoqing saluted and sat down, lowered her head and opened the book she had just closed. Beside her, Guan Qianyan immediately leaned over and threw herself on her: "Secretly looking at what! So fascinated!"

Li Piaoqing closed it extremely quickly, and smiled calmly: "There is nothing."

Guan Qianyan was relentless, reached out to flip it: "The mouth hasn't closed either."

"... Really unreasonable." Li Piaoqing smiled helplessly and unfolded it for her.

I saw that there was indeed a letter paper clipped in the book, and the handwriting on it was clean and clear. Guan Qianyan caught a glimpse of a line: "... Since you have long practiced 【Stepping on Water and Plucking Scales】, just go from it to understand 【Breaking Earth】. Seeing Pei Ye wants you to realize the two together, that is his own irresponsible way of realizing the sword. You are the Jade Jade direct transmission of fourteen years, you should practice 【Holding New Corpse】 from the sword theory, first look..."

Li Piaoqing closed it: "Look, the letter the Ming Ming Jianzhu wrote to me before, can't I read it twice."

The smile on her face just now was indeed shallow and warm, which was the expression that should be had when reading the autograph of a loved and respected person. Guan Qianyan also envied a little at this time, pouted and hummed twice, and moved her eyes away.

Li Piaoqing smiled lightly, moved the book toward her side, and lowered her head again.

This time she flipped the letter sent by the Ming Ming Ming Jianzhu lightly, revealing the page buried underneath.

It was another dirty and wrinkled letter paper with crooked handwriting.

These ink marks were sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, crooked, looking messy and dirty, which showed that the person who wrote it was not only unfamiliar with the pen, but the writing environment must also be very difficult.

"Piaoqing,

I'm sorry.

I moved the sword myself without telling you. I was unconscious for six days. You must have been worried and busy for a long time.

But you don't have to worry now. I am already sitting in the carriage to the Divine Capital. The people who are watching me are very good to me, helping me heal and feed me. I also have friends in the Divine Capital, so don't worry.

(The pen and ink hesitated here for a while)

Piaoqing, you wrote me many letters when I was in Kongdong... I didn't reply to you... I didn't listen to any of the letters you advised me not to be impulsive.

At that time, I really felt that heavy darkness was pressing on us from the sky, unable to stretch my arms, and unable to breathe. The Immortal Lord was watching me in my body, the Imperial Decree wanted to swallow me; everything outside was black, and there were mists everywhere that made my mind tense. Always facing enemies that couldn't be defeated, and you were carrying the hatred that couldn't be completed... I really wanted to poke them all through, Piaoqing.

It pressed us so that we didn't look like ourselves... Every time I thought of you happily saying 'The Jade Jianmen will stand up', thought of the two of us rowing happily in the lake... I always felt that it was an unreal dream.

But I still want to return it to... us.

Because I also don't want to see you like that, Piaoqing.

Carrying the heavy hatred of the sect on yourself, I know the Jade Jianmen would rather break than bend, so I prefer to see it spread its wings toward the sun, rather than being ready to die with the enemy in the shadows at any time.

You are so smart, and you look so good when you smile, you should smile more (This sentence was hooked out with very thick ink, and then reproduced on the side with another kind of beautiful fine pen.)

Anyway, I'm sorry Piaoqing, I was still angry with you at that time.

When we separated, you gave me a small Shicui, but I didn't say a word to you... Actually, I had a lot to say to you. Later I heard that we should give poems to each other when separating, but I couldn't think of it at this time, and there was no poetry collection to flip through... Anyway, I always do wrong things recklessly, Piaoqing, I'm sorry.

Take the Jade Jade Mountain to restore its glory of the past, at least now Shaolong... is clean."

This letter paper was precious and carefully smoothed in the book page, obviously it had been read more than once. Li Piaoqing gently smoothed the edge that was still wrinkled. At this time, Chen Lihuai on the platform smiled: "Why the Jade Jade Sword is closer to the 'Feather' intent, please let the young sect leader and Young Master Bai Fei have a sword fight for us, and you will know."

Guan Qianyan tilted her head to look at the girl beside her, and saw the smile that made people stunned between her eyebrows, and she closed the book and whispered: "You give me the power to illuminate my heart every time..."

Then she sighed and raised her head, bowed politely with her sword, and walked into the center of the platform amidst the smiling cheers of the crowd.

The carriage had been galloping for a long time.

It had already reached the boundary of Cloud Lang, and it was another wild field under the moon. The autumn night was cool and quiet. In the carriage, there was only the woman's light and slow sound of smoothing the paper.

"Miss Ming,

I deliberately sent this letter to you very late. When you receive it, about seven days have already passed.

I am very happy that I bought you pear soup that day, and also gave you the poem I prepared for a long time... because I only figured it out later, things in the world are really unpredictable. Always thinking 'what will I do in the future' is actually burying a fuse for yourself to regret for a lifetime.

Miss Ming, thank you for teaching me a sword art along the way. I will also teach you how to play chess!

You see the chessboard I drew below. Playing swords can see moves and dismantle moves, but playing chess avoids taking one step and looking at one step. Once you follow someone else's rhythm, it's over.

Chess must be linked and countered at all times. The two methods I use most familiarly are 'Rear Cannon Returning Horse' and 'Cannon Two Entering Zhang'. You play the routine first, and then integrate it, and naturally you will become more and more powerful...

I also have a very powerful killing move, called '...

"

Ming Qitian read this letter seriously. The youth really wrote every step very carefully. No one had ever taught her how to play so meticulously and seriously, but the woman did not outline the appearance of those chess pieces in her heart as she told... This letter was too sudden, too restrained, and too inexplicable. The emotions hidden behind the wording made her a little uneasy.

They had separated for less than ten days, why would he send such a letter?

Ming Qitian couldn't think of what had happened for a while, but she had already opened the second letter at hand.

This letter was much newer, the handwriting was much uglier, and there was no such wording of "waiting to be sent later". It was clearly written two hours ago.

"It's okay, Miss Ming, let's play chess ourselves next time we meet.

You are not allowed to learn my ultimate move."

Ming Qitian looked at this short note in a daze. These two letters came one after another. She still didn't know what had happened, but the appearance of the youth who had survived the disaster and touched his head in embarrassment was already before her eyes.

She couldn't help but smile lightly, but she also missed him a little in her heart. The moon hung quietly in the autumn field, "meeting next time" I don't know when it will be.

And two thousand li away, the solemn carriage and horses of the youth imprisoned in the mountains finally drove into the Divine Capital City. Unfortunately, it was completely different from the scene he imagined. The cage was deep and the curtain was tight. Except for the "duo duo" of horseshoes stepping on stone, he could not give any perception to this magnificent and prosperous city that never sleeps.

Seeing Pei Ye lay on his back in the cage, the iron chains were heavy, and his body was still weak. He originally had a better way to embrace this prosperity, flowers, brocade, fame, status, power... But he still chose mud and shackles.

His heart had never been so steadily relaxed and calm, even though he dreamed of the face inviting him to walk together under the moon on the building again last night, and the sorrow and confusion were hard to go away until now.

Seeing Pei Ye listened to the sound of horseshoes stepping on stone. The rhythm was like a piece of music. He tapped the cage railing lightly. Yan Feiqing, who was meditating, opened his eyes: "What's the matter?"

The youth did not turn his head, looking at the roof of the carriage, and opened his mouth softly after a long time.

"According to your Taoist way of saying... what exactly is 'fate'?"

"..."

Yan Feiqing was silent. For two full hours, there was no sound in the carriage. The autumn night was so quiet, only horseshoes stepping on stone, da da like a song.

——

It is said:

Gathering and dispersing as friends and teachers, one heart and one sword darkness and brightness.

Last night the wine moon tilted, things in the world are originally uncertain.

It is another lonely journey to the end of the world, how many times in the dream of the Divine Capital.

The smiling face is always born for the sword hero, wishing you to have fate without talent.

(End of Volume Two)

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