Chapter 35: The Talent of Sword Cultivation
What fell between Kong Lian and Dongmei was a thin sword tied to a spike of green silk, which was not inserted into the ground of the ring, but suspended in the air at a distance of three inches. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. biquge。 info
"Jin Ling, what does this mean?" Mu Yuanzhi was not happy or angry, and asked calmly.
The eyes of everyone present converged on Cao Jinling, because the thin sword flew out of her waist.
"Master, Kong Lian and I have an old relationship, he has already lost this competition, but because he has not cultivated divine arts, he can't recover his magical powers, and if he continues to consume it, he will only die more miserably." Cao Jinling's words didn't show a trace of emotion, but she described it very straightforwardly.
"How can this work, how can he be considered a loss if he doesn't admit defeat? Little junior sister, isn't that right? Yuwen Ruojie's words were provocative, and at the same time, his eyes aimed at Mu Yuanzhi.
Cao Jinling was inexplicably called by the title of "little junior sister", and she was speechless for a while.
Mu Yuanzhi saw the embarrassed expression on Cao Jinling's face, and chuckled: "Fifth Prince, I don't seem to remember you worshipping under the temple to practice. I'm afraid I can't afford the title of 'little junior sister'. ”
"Apprentice! I'm here to apprentice today. Master Mu, would you like to take me as an apprentice? Without saying a word, Yuwen Ruojie got up and wanted to perform the power of apprenticeship, but there was a force in the darkness that restrained his legs, making it impossible to bend.
Everyone present was amazed!
Longzi apprenticeship, what a big deal this is, shouldn't it be a golden mouth as a prince? How does it feel so casual?
"Fifth brother, don't mess around, sit down quickly." Yuwen Zhaoran also sensed the disharmony in the atmosphere between the venues, so he opened his mouth to persuade.
"Third brother, I'm not messing around! I really want to apprentice! Didn't you support me before you came? Yuwen Ruo said seriously, although he couldn't kneel, but he clasped his hands into fists and still wanted to salute.
"Your Highness, apprenticeship is about fate, not forced." Mu Yuanzhi maintained the coercion of divine arts, but his face was calm and light.
Yuwen Ruo was in a hurry, and the green tendons on his forehead exploded slightly, wanting to break free from the divine prohibition imposed on him by Mu Yuanzhi with brute force.
"Master Mu, I have a proposal." Yuwen Zhaoran saw that his younger brother was acting recklessly, and immediately glared at him fiercely, and then said: "Miss Cao interrupted the competition before, so even if the two of them are tied." This time, let the imperial brother and Miss Cao have another try, if my unsuccessful imperial brother wins, you will take him as an apprentice, how about it? ”
Yuwen said this very tactfully. It was obvious that the military had lost the contest just now, and when he said this, he left a good impression on the military; His imperial brother is eager to apprentice, and on the grounds of martial arts, winning or losing is a foregone conclusion, and it is difficult for Mu Yuanzhi to shirk it.
Mu Yuanzhi looked at the thin sword floating in the ring and said, "It's okay, if His Royal Highness the Prince can win against the apprentice, it can be regarded as some talent, so I will accept it as an apprentice." ”
This answer is neither humble nor arrogant. In the whole world, only a divine master would dare to talk to the dragon clan like this.
"Good!" Yuwen Ruojie felt that the suppression on his body was eliminated, his face was full of war, he grabbed the sword leaning against the Taishi's chair and walked down the stands.
Cao Jinling glanced at Mu Yuanzhi and found that there was a hint of a smile on the master's face, so she guessed that the master must have been looking forward to this competition, or wanted to try the results of his own cultivation in the past few days.
Just as Yuwen Ruojie was about to walk to the ring, Cao Jinling jumped lightly, and landed directly in the center of the ring without any extra movements.
She retrieved her rapier and waited for the match to begin.
Dongmei put away the folding fan, and her complexion did not change and she stepped back from the ring. And Kong Lian was a little slow to leave the ring because he was injured internally, dragging a long sword. When he saw Cao Jinling come to the stage to take the sword, the expression on his face was slightly complicated.
Cao Jinling turned her back to him, but Kong Lian still bowed with his fists and said politely: "Thank you Miss Cao for saving your life." ”
There was no response, and the other party didn't even look back at him. Kong Lian made a mistake, bowed down a point lower, and then staggered out of the ring.
In the main stand, Song Yi picked up the teacup, took a sip, and asked, "Master Mu, I don't know what kind of realm the disciples are in now?" ”
"When you first enter the threshold, you can't talk about the realm." Mu Yuanzhi replied casually.
"Poof!" Song Yi choked on the water that he hadn't finished drinking, and even Yuwen Zhaoran looked at Mu Yuanzhi with surprised eyes.
It turned out that Cao Jinling had the treasures given by Mu Yuanzhi on her body, which was able to cover up her cultivation. The three princes and the general all thought that the realm of this master disciple was very high, so they couldn't see through it, but they didn't know that he was just a novice.
"There are thousands of ways, and different paths lead to the same end. Although Jin Ling's divine cultivation is not high, her progress in swordsmanship is quite acceptable. At least I can have a draw with the five princes. Mu Yuanzhi said confidently.
Mu Yuanzhi was a genius in the cultivation of divine arts, which was recognized by the Heavenly Dragon Empire. But at the top level, everyone praised his swordsmanship even more, and even praised him as the next generation of "Sword Venerable". And now that he praised Cao Jinling's swordsmanship in front of the prince and the general, he had to let the two of them take a higher look at this competition.
As the brass sounded, the play-off was announced.
Chen Fan'er had been intimidated by the eyes of the divine master, and did not dare to observe Cao Jinling from afar. But since she is in the ring, no matter how closely you look at it, it will not be doubted.
Chen Fan'er firmly believed in her heart that Granny Qin's disappearance must be related to Cao Jinling. The current plan is to find an opportunity to get close to Cao Jinling and ask about Granny Qin's whereabouts.
In the ring, Yuwen Ruojie, who was originally a little oily and smooth, became serious. He held a golden sword carved with a swirling dragon pattern carved into the scabbard, which kept moving around like a living thing.
"Miss Cao, please take out your sword!" Yuwen Ruojie gave up the first move very graciously.
Cao Jinling didn't answer, the thin sword in her hand had rushed towards Yuwen Ruojie like an arrow from the string, but her figure was still standing in place, as if the sword in her hand could stretch infinitely and attack on its own.
"Sword Shadow!?" Offstage, Song Qingsong, who was not seriously injured, said in surprise.
"Uncle Qingsong, is the sword shadow very powerful?" Chen Fan'er paid so much attention to Cao Jinling, so she naturally wanted to ask.
"Ahem, although I don't practice swords, I've heard from my friends. There are three realms of sword cultivation: dancing swords and shadows, turning swords into silk, and integrating human swords. Day by day, it is said that no one in this world can now use the supreme realm of 'the unity of man and sword'. Even if you dance the sword and make the shadow, you will definitely not be able to reach it without practicing the sword for decades. This eldest lady of the Cao family is really a genius in sword cultivation, and she has such swordsmanship at such a young age, which is terrifying, really terrifying. ”
Chen Fan'er listened silently, and didn't ask any more questions, but had some other thoughts in his heart.