Chapter 471: Sword Field Matters (Part 1)

Xie Chuantang returned to the Jingzhao Prefecture for medical treatment, and Pei Ye returned to the Sword Cultivation Academy.

He indeed lacked the ability to investigate the upper levels of the Southern Office. Not to mention his unfamiliarity with all operating modes, the identity of Yan Inspector would only be excluded. Xu Chuo could find such a main official from the Supreme Court, which must have already made them feel like a fishbone in their throats.

Minister Di said three days, so he naturally believed it. Locking on this private prison could handle the Taiping Cao Gang, and handling the Taiping Cao Gang could lead to their large flow of silver, which was the ironclad evidence of those backers and people behind the scenes.

Only 【Huan Pavilion】, Minister Di said it was not a secret gathering, but a clear place for travel and banquets. The powerful in the Divine Capital were proud to enter it, and those who were not imperial relatives, aristocratic children, green and purple officials, or famous scholars in the world were not invited. The people behind it were vaguely blurred, and it was said that there was power in the palace.

But these were all later words. Whether the Huan Pavilion had a relationship with the Taiping Cao Gang and what kind of relationship it was, Pei Ye believed that Xu Chuo had already considered it, and Minister Di would also have appropriate handling methods.

The feeling of having reliable people take over such things was always reassuring. Pei Ye returned to the courtyard. Two days of sleeplessness were inevitably a bit tired. He lay on the bed and picked up the Yufi Sword Theory to continue flipping through it until the sky was dark. Hearing the two roommates return, he didn't go out to greet them, and closed the book and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day was a cold day. Pei Ye stretched and went out. Yang Zhenbing had already put a breakfast on the stone table and signaled to him.

As the person who got up earliest in the courtyard, he would bring breakfast to the other two after morning enlightenment. Yan Feiqing was generally a few fruits and a cup of clear dew, while Pei Ye was all kinds of hot porridge and pastries.

The black-clothed boy never asked before buying. Anyway, if the roommates didn't eat in the morning, he would eat them himself after practicing swordplay.

Pei Ye picked up a bun, tilted his head and looked at it. Yan Feiqing's door was indeed still closed at this time. He turned his head: "Is there a sword theory class again today?"

Yang Zhenbing nodded: "Afternoon."

"I've been busy these two days. Shall we make an appointment to practice swordplay after class today?"

Yang Zhenbing moved his gaze to his shoulder.

"... The cat is with someone else. Why, don't you practice without a cat?"

"..."

"Owe it first." Pei Ye rolled his eyes and swallowed a mouthful of porridge.

After breakfast and washing, the two went to the sword field together. A day for sword students in the Sword Cultivation Academy was often very simple. If there was a class, they would listen to the class. If there was no class, they would do nothing more than two things: either study in the Sword Building, or practice swordplay and chess in the sword field. The days were as simple and monotonous as the sword cultivation clothes on their bodies.

But in the eyes of outsiders, it was indeed full of legendary colors, especially since Pei Ye had attended three classes in the Imperial Academy, he often heard those scholars excitedly discussing legendary figures and stories in the Jianghu, and the conversation inevitably involved the legendary courtyard of sword cultivation behind the Imperial Academy.

"Brother Yang, for someone like you from a famous family, is the sword ladder also leading by a lot?"

"Still okay, the first step is done, the second step is still missing one."

Pei Ye sighed lightly, realizing the gap between these people again, and thinking of his twenty-four sword techniques, he didn't know when he would finish practicing: "How many sword techniques do you have in the first step?"

"Sixteen. How about you?" Yang Zhenbing asked back rarely.

"Twenty-four pulse transmissions, four morning transmissions, totaling twenty-four. In addition, I have to learn dozens of museum transmissions and mountain transmissions."

Yang Zhenbing looked at him with slight surprise.

"What's wrong, Brother Yang, is it too much?"

"Nothing, the first step of the sword ladder is the foundation, and it is intended for the height of the fifth step."

"Then it seems that my ladder is higher than yours." Pei Ye smiled.

However, Yang Zhenbing did not refute, thought for a moment, and nodded seriously.

The practice sword field was an independent area, with single, double, three, and four people. The two came to the B-4 field and hung the wooden signs of "Pei Ye" and "Yang Zhenbing" at the door, and then set this field.

"I won't play chess with you today, help me learn a sword style." Pei Ye warmed up, "I have realized this style for more than half a month, and I probably know how to come out in my heart, but the sword still lacks some true meaning."

Yang Zhenbing was suspicious: "Practicing sword is your own business. Since you understand it, you can use it by practicing more."

Pei Ye shook his head: "Practicing by myself, I'm afraid it will take four or five days—I have a good method, you fight with me, and I will learn it while fighting."

"..."

Pei Ye smiled and drew his sword; in truth, it was the third form of the "Jade Jade Four Swords." Ever since he had mastered 【Drifting Returning Wind】, he had been contemplating the way to combine 【Clear Sound】 and 【Severing Leaf Returning Waves】.

This style was the highest inheritance of Yufi Mountain—the last step before 【Flying Feather Immortal】. Climbing this step, this sword technique was within reach.

Pei Ye had thoroughly studied the Yufi Sword Theory these days. That was what Ming Qitian had told him in detail on the way to Kongdong. It sounded like a fantasy to learn its supreme sword in two months, but Pei Ye indeed felt that he had stood in front of this highest step.

What Yufi told was indeed the principle of life and death transformation.

"Wind Yao" from 【Breaking Soil】 to 【Jade Old】, these seven styles were the life of a cicada, which was vertical; "Yellow Jade" from 【Stepping on Water to Pick Scales】 to 【Pulling Sun to Shine Feathers】, these seven styles were the seven most brilliant moments of a bird, which was horizontal.

So the sword of cicada and bird could be so exquisitely connected, padded, changed, and even fused, because after the vertical and horizontal intersection, every line was originally connected.

And this condensation of life with both length and width defined was "Yufi Four Styles."

From 【Holding New Corpse】 entangled in life and death, to 【Drifting Back Wind】 hiding and guarding life, and then to the most brilliant and intense moment, completing the statement of life. And then Jade Old Feather Born, Immortal Born in Death, transcending this life, arriving at the extreme of the sword.

Unlike the sword feeling and inspiration in the past, this was the path Pei Ye had clearly seen.

Therefore, Pei Ye knew what this sword strike should look like: a sword strike forged by 【Clear Sound】 and 【Severing Leaf Returning Waves】, extremely rigid and extremely strong, an attack that staked one's life.

It was not as simple as adding the two together. This was the entire Yufi inheritance, and even the most famous attacking sword among the fourteen states in those years.

But it was indeed the most difficult. Many attempts, he did not find the most perfect and extreme point.

At this time, Pei Ye didn't drill into the bull's horn. He entrusted it to the sword feeling if he should entrust it to the sword feeling. He raised his sword and said seriously: "Give me a defensive sword."

"Lower the realm?"

"No need."

Yang Zhenbing then stood still and held his sword horizontally. The defense set by an Eighth Life sword practitioner was almost impossible to be broken by a Sixth Life from the front, not to mention it was Yang Zhenbing. But Pei Ye believed that if this sword succeeded, it should at least be able to do this.

He held his sword and narrowed his eyes, adjusting the sword in his hand to its optimal state after about twenty breaths. Then, from absolute stillness, he suddenly moved. The Clear Sound after 【Spreading Wings】 rang out clearly across the sword field, but this was not just Clear Sound, because at the moment this sword strike was at its strongest, the youth had shockingly layered a form of 【Severing Leaf Returning Waves】 on top of it!

One attack, two swords, indistinguishable from each other, this was truly a superb skill that was hard to describe, and it was enough to cheer among the sword practitioners in the spiritual realm.

This sword that broke the airflow arrived suddenly, the air explosion sounded, and then Yang Zhenbing only retreated one step slightly, and the thick true Qi had already smoothed everything.

The horizontal sword in his hand did not shake at all.

Pei Ye seemed to have expected it, rubbing his wrists and slowly winding a sword flower.

Yang Zhenbing also lowered his head and looked at this sword somewhat stunned: "... The combination of these two swords, you are impeccable in skill."

Pei Ye nodded. After borrowing Yang Zhenbing's sword field a few days ago, he was indeed refining his sword moves, especially working hard on the two moves he was learning.

However, when he was completely sure that he had perfectly and precisely stacked the peaks of the two styles, this sword still did not arrive as expected.

So he said he "still lacked some true meaning."

Yang Zhenbing also realized this and didn't continue. He pursed his lips and set up the sword stance again.

Pei Ye tidied up his state, staring at the horizontal sword that seemed to be cast dead in the air on the opposite side.

—What kind of power can break such a defensive stance?

He tried to forget some skills and approached that sword with the instinct of his body, but after the sound of gold and iron, it failed again.

But there was no annoyance. The two boys of similar age spent the whole morning here in boredom and solidity, trying and failing again and again.

Pei Ye probably realized that his focus was a bit skewed, and its true meaning was somewhere he had ignored, but he didn't rush to find it like when he first learned "Cicada Bird Sword." He knew very calmly that this was something that "the sword practices a hundred changes, and its meaning appears naturally."

Seeing that the sky was coming, he stopped his attacking sword, rubbed his wrists, smiled at the boy opposite, and signaled that it was his turn to be his sparring partner. ===== CHAPTER 472 =====