Chapter 444

Providing accommodation is a good thing.

Pei Ye praised the generosity of the Daoqi Society. In this place where every inch of land in the Divine Capital is expensive—he had already deeply experienced it last night—being able to provide free accommodation for students is worthy of being a dream place for Jianghu sword practitioners.

Not to mention it's not a guest house, but a small courtyard for two or three people!

Pei Ye was actually looking forward to it—since leaving Fenghuai, he had indeed not had such a place to settle down, but the sword students beside him were very reserved and seemed not to have taken this sentence to heart at all, so he also looked as usual.

End Yu's "do whatever you want" seemed to be truly casual. He left this sentence and left on his own, leaving only the sword students on the sword field.

"I thought End Yu would help us introduce each other. It seems we still have to rely on ourselves." A man in the front row turned his head and smiled. He was in purple clothes, with a high bun, and stood a precious sword in front of him. At this time, he cupped his fists and said: "Cultivating swords in the same year, we will have more time to get along in the future. I am Han Xiuben of the Southern Sect. My master is 【Wind Fluff No Return】 Duan Dan-sheng. I have met you all."

Speaking the two words "Southern Sect" without any prefix refers to the Southern Sect of Sword Discussion.

Although it is far inferior to Tianshan in recent years, that is because Tianshan's momentum is too strong. The Southern Sect itself sits steadily in the list of Shushan and Tianshan in the Daoqi Society. The old Sect Master Sheng Xuefeng ascended to the Heavenly Tower many years ago, and Duan Dan-sheng is his second disciple. Han Xiuben has such a grandmaster, and he is undoubtedly the direct descendant of the Southern Sect.

In fact, many people have heard this name, but now they are just matching it with the real person.

Another person said: "I heard early on that End Yu is as lazy as he can be. In order not to wash and change clothes, he specially practiced the 'No Dirt Body' of Buddhism."

"This secret technique is not easy to learn."

"He calculated an account, as if saying that if he could live to ninety, the rest would be profit."

Chu Shuiting laughed loudly on the side: "So clear, you must be a disciple of the Daoist family!"

That person smiled and performed the ceremony: "Wen Li of the Jingming Sect, I have met you all."

There were only twenty-odd people in total, and the voices soon sounded. In the slightly polite laughter, everyone reported their names and origins, and soon the composition of these twenty-odd people was roughly clear.

Yunlang Mountain did not send anyone as usual.

Only one person came from the five families including Long Jun Dongting, which was the 【Sword Demon】 of the 27th generation who became famous as soon as he arrived in the capital last month. He was only seventeen this year. He sat there without opening his mouth, and everyone recognized him.

There were more from the twelve families including Tianshan, with a full seven people. Zuoqiu Longhua was the most famous name. From time to time, people cupped their fists and signaled, and the remaining six people including Han Xiuben were also talents who were not in the top five of their respective sects.

Ten people came from the twelve families including Huashan. Wen Zheng, Ning Shurong, and Wang Shousi basically sat in the back row. Only one person came from the remaining three small families, which was the White Ape Cave. He was a thin and introverted boy with dark skin. He had strange long arms and carried a sword tightly on his back.

And then there were the six Great Tang quotas. Three were recommended from all over the world. Their talents were not yet clear, but the training they received in the sword path had obviously shown the gap with the sect people.

There was also that noble woman who had been sitting in the front row, and after Yang Zhenbing left, no one sat with her. The ancient beauty of her clothes and the elegance of her movements showed a subtle and difficult-to-cross chasm. When it was her turn, she did not even lift her head and only said lightly: "Lu Xiu."

Looking at these five surnames and seven families of the Great Tang, the word "Lu" did not need too much decoration. These huge and ancient aristocratic families were embedded in the empire, and their roots did not know how deep they were. They were older than the Great Tang, and many so-called sword gate holy lands were just upstarts on this land.

Because the two quotas that were said to come from the army were actually sitting quietly behind her, completely like followers.

Everyone was meeting for the first time. The names might have been heard, but they were still unfamiliar with each other. At this time, they were chatting politely. Pei Ye discovered that these top sword talents were no different from ordinary people. Not everyone was cold, arrogant, and obsessed with swords. They also discussed the prosperity of the Divine Capital and asked which restaurant was cheap and delicious.

"Zhaixing Tower is very, very expensive." When talking about this topic, Pei Ye said seriously to Ning Shurong.

Until Han Xiuben suddenly smiled: "Senior Brother Shuiting, I have been curious about your sect's 'Silkworm Fish Sutra' for a long time. Why don't we have two moves?"

This is the sword field, and they are the top sword talents in the world. Everyone has a sword at hand.

This is really a matter of course invitation.

Chu Shuiting smiled and picked up his sword, got up and walked to the open space.

So, visible to the naked eye, many pairs of eyes became serious and bright.

Han Xiuben walked up, the two performed a sword ceremony, and the sword light lit up on the sword field.

Pei Ye understood Ning Shurong's sentence "If we fight with swords, I won't be able to take ten moves" in an instant.

What is the talent of Shushan for a hundred years? This person has traveled in the Jianghu for several years, and his skin has been washed by the sun and rain. He must have rarely encountered sword blades that could compete with each other.

In the seventeenth move, Chu Shuiting stopped a sword at Han Xiuben's wrist and smiled to withdraw his sword.

Obviously, he was more than enough.

Han Xiuben took a deep breath and held his sword to admit defeat.

Several sighs sounded in the field. The high and low between sword students began to be exposed clearly. Han Xiuben was already a Southern Sect direct descendant standing in the front row. The sword he used had already made many people awe-struck, but Chu Shuiting's sword playing was probably firmly ranked in the top five, or even top three.

The sword is always the stage for geniuses. Even here, it will be that most people are dim, and a few names are especially prominent.

It was just that when the sword light rose, the idle talk stopped sporadically.

Yes, after the names and origins were exchanged, I was curious about your master, curious about your sect, but what I was most curious about was your sword.

Invitations soon sounded. It was not a competition at all, but more like passing moves. Everyone was very relaxed and restrained.

Pei Ye was also somewhat itchy, but when he turned his head to look at Wang Shousi with great interest, this person had already stood up with Ning Shurong.

"......"

Pei Ye subconsciously looked at the Zhu Shishi who was left beside him. Zhu Shishi raised her two short eyebrows and looked at him blankly.

Pei Ye hurriedly looked away.

His gaze wandered around the field, but of course, no one came to find this teenager sitting in the back corner to test his sword. Prominent names would seek prominent names to get to know each other. Wen Zheng, Ning Shurong, and Wang Shousi were also meeting for the first time as Jianghu legends, and those "ordinary" geniuses were obviously in the same circle, not meeting for the first time.

Only Pei Ye, who didn't recognize anyone, could sit alone. Just like when he reported the four words "Shaolong, Pei Ye," he only got a few polite gazes.

Pei Ye was somewhat lonely searching. In fact, after Ning and Wang left, he was completely unfamiliar with these people. It was not impossible to find someone to defeat, but it was originally a discussion out of interest. He was curious about the sword arts of his two new friends, not wanting to fight with a stranger at will.

Seeing that there were more people around the two, and they couldn't disperse for a while, he sighed and stood up, walking out of the sword field—this Sword Academy was much larger than he imagined. Since it was "casual," it was natural to walk around.

But Pei Ye stopped his steps after passing through two arches.

This was a garden covered with green bamboo. The sound on the sword field could no longer be heard. A silent and cold teenager was holding a sword book and standing here, carrying six swords on his back.

He left the sword field after End Yu left the word "casual," but unlike Pei Ye's lack of attention, he obviously did not like to be disturbed.

Pei Ye's eyes lit up, the expression on his face was very obvious, and he smiled and cupped his fists: "Brother Yang, such a coincidence? Why don't we discuss it?"

Yang Zhenbing raised his head and was somewhat silent.