Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Mountain Rain is Coming

Thursday, January 4, 2018

The bamboo sword in Chen Feng's hand flew over, the light and shadow were scattered, and the sound of collision was endless. The old man on the opposite side held the sword in one hand, and the other hand was completely behind him, and the wind was light between advancing and retreating. Chen Feng's thin body was like a white lightning, constantly changing the direction of the attack and the attack moves, and every move of the cold bamboo sword attacked the opponent's vital point. The majestic swordsmanship aura was agitated, and the breeze in the martial arts training ground was circulating, blowing the clothes of a large group of onlookers around him.

The old man turned around again, and with a swing of the bamboo sword in his hand, he easily smashed into Chen Feng's fierce back with a stabbing sword style. Chen Feng's steps slipped, and he slashed at the old man's armpit with a sword, and the bamboo sword shook. The wind was blowing under the old man's feet, and while he turned his body and retreated, the bamboo sword on his chest once again knocked open Chen Feng's bamboo sword, and the moment the bamboo swords collided, a circle of invisible shock aura spread out. The green shirt fluttered, and the foot stepped out next, and suddenly a sword stabbed out. Chen Feng turned around awe-inspiringly and swung out a sword, but it could sweep the tip of the old man's bamboo sword, and failed to block the sword. But it was a spirit, and the aura under his feet exploded, and he flew out with his back in an instant.

However, the bamboo sword in the old man's hand caught up with himself who was still in the air like purple thunder and blue lightning, and gently retreated with a touch of his neck. Chen Feng landed on the ground, slid a step under his feet, and fought behind his sword. He exhaled lightly before slowly standing up straight, and the swordsmanship aura that was stirring in the field disappeared in an instant, and the breeze stopped.

"The seniors are heroic, but the kid loses. Chen Feng held the sword in both hands and made a gesture towards the old man. The bamboo sword in the old man's hand fluttered out a sword flower behind him, and nodded with a smile.

Yangzhou, the ninth district, against Qin Hua, the swordsman in the green shirt, was defeated in seven battles.

After Chen Feng put away the bamboo sword in his hand, the people watching from the outside of the arena gradually dispersed. Carrying the bag containing his sword, Chen Feng and Qin Hua walked side by side. "Senior Qin Hua, I don't know if you have anything to mention to the kid?"

"Hehe, the young man is very good. The appointment of 300 moves between you and me, from the very beginning of the wide open and close slash, to the transposition, sword folding, impact swordsmanship in the seventh day, and even the last moment of the martial artist's aura explosion back rush, the progress is very great. You may not be the most gifted genius I have ever seen in the field of swordsmanship, but in the larger field of martial arts, your potential is only seen in the old man's life. ”

Chen Feng listened to it, and at the same time, his heart was inevitably excited, but it was inevitable that his face would have a fever. This so-called covenant of three hundred moves is completely accommodating to the old-timers, agreeing that from the moment the two of them take out their swords, Chen Feng will attack the whole process, and Qin Hua will defend passively throughout the whole process. If Chen Feng hits Qin Hua once within these three hundred moves, no matter which part of his body he hits, whether it is fatal or not, Chen Feng will win. Even if Chen Feng did not have an effective attack in these three hundred moves, as long as Qin Hua failed to hit Chen Feng in one move after the end of the three hundred moves, and was judged to be fatal, then Qin Hua still lost.

However, even under such rules, Chen Feng has repeatedly used a series of abilities of his martial arts domestic tyrant emperor, and he is still seven defeats in seven stops.

"The old gentleman said this, I'm ashamed...... "It's rare, this guy will be ashamed."

"Hehe, you, don't take those rules too seriously. A fighter's ability is ability, and a swordsman's ability is also ability. As long as you can be flexible, that's all good. Swordsmanship, when it was first created, some people used it to kill, and some people used it to exercise......"

The old and the young talked all the way, and they were very happy. For the first time, Chen Feng surprisingly put aside the previous set of polite words, and asked this kind old gentleman for swordsmanship, and stayed for a week. There are more than a dozen swordsman masters and sword masters in Huaxia in the ninth district, and even the Sword Emperor has one or two. Chen Feng has been out for more than half a year, and he has visited a lot. Gradually, he has seen a lot of swordsmanship, and as he grows up, this time he is no longer as young as he was when he traveled for martial arts a few years ago. He has gradually been able to understand the charm hidden in the characters. Although different swordsmen have different styles, he only likes Qin Hua's style. Whether it is talking about swords or chatting with the sky, it makes him feel like a spring breeze. This is also the reason why he has been in Yangzhou, a sub-main city, for a week, which has never been the case before.

Yangzhou is the penultimate stop of his swordsmanship tour in the ninth region (all of Asia), and in this half a year, he has basically lost, but he is indeed going farther and farther on the road of swordsmanship. Successfully broke through the 15-meter swordsmanship aura and entered the peak master hall, although he was stuck in the comprehension of the hundred fold swordsmanship, he himself could clearly feel that this was not a problem at all. As long as there is a little accumulation and precipitation, it is only a matter of time before you master the Hundred Folds Sword Technique.

For such results, Chen Feng himself is not dissatisfied.

"Senior Qin Hua, the kid is leaving tomorrow. When they were about to break up, the conversation between the two was still a little unfinished.

Qin Hua smiled and nodded, "I'm going to leave tomorrow to visit Old Man Beichen, right?"

"yes. When the word Beichen was mentioned, Chen Feng's heart inevitably became excited, and he felt that the whole person became high-pitched.

Qin Hua couldn't help but smile dumbly when he saw Chen Feng like this, "The old man knows that there is no problem at all for you to visit the old man of Beichen, but do you know what it takes to visit a sword saint in the swordsmanship world?"

"Huh, is there anything special?"

"In the world of swordsmanship, there is a rule that only a swordsman is qualified to know after he has reached the level of a swordmaster. The old man smiled, but he couldn't say anything about it.

"Ah, what is that? Say it quickly, don't sell it!" After looking at him for a long time, he didn't seem to be going to continue, but Chen Feng was a little anxious. So, all of a sudden, I forgot to be polite.

But when Old Man Qin Hua saw this, not only was he not angry, but laughed out loud. "That is, those who visit the Sword Saint must have a 'letter of recommendation' from a certain Sword Emperor in the sword world. ”

Chen Feng was silent. And this stubble, although as Qin Hua said, as he was the second son of the Chen family, he didn't need to pay attention to these rules at all when he went to visit this sword saint. However, in the past six months, he has completely regarded himself as a complete swordsman, and this kind of breaking the rules will inevitably make him a little uncomfortable.

So what should I do? Go to a Sword Emperor and ask for one? But, this is ......

Just when Chen Feng was entangled, a paper envelope with a red border and a white body came into his eyes. The white envelope is covered with bright red fire paint and a dazzling orchid that looks very good. This is really a bit of a surprise for Chen Feng, paper recommendation letters are really rare for people living in this era. In addition, more were shocked at why Qin Hua had such a letter of recommendation.

"Hehe, a few years ago, when a friend of the old man's was newly promoted to the one-star Sword Emperor, he was qualified to prepare three such letters of recommendation, and he specially left one for the old man. It's just that the old man hasn't had a chance all these years, and you and I are like-minded, so let's turn it to you. The rules can't be messed up."

"Senior ......" Chen Feng was taken aback, it didn't seem that as long as he was a Sword Emperor, he was qualified to recommend it at will, a one-star Sword Emperor could only prepare three copies, so it is unknown whether there are still such letters of recommendation in the hands of those Sword Emperors in the ninth district today. "But what do you do with it yourself?"

Qin Hua looked at Chen Feng and smiled meaningfully, "I, maybe, I won't need it soon." Why don't we take advantage of the moment and sell you a favor?"

Chen Feng was silent for a moment, understood what Qin Hua meant, and smiled with relief: "That kid is here first, congratulations to Mr. Qin!"

"Hahaha......"

......

Looking at the distant law convoy, a trace of amazement slipped in Qin Hua's eyes behind him, "Silly boy, that should have belonged to you...... Tianheng, this kid really looks like you......"

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Union Integrated Military Academy - Geneva

The sea of verdant canopies rises with the breeze and rolls away into the distance. The retro-style silver-white castle is like a white pearl in the green sea, sprinkled sporadically in the translucent green water, looming with the undulations of the waves.

The school uniform, which is mainly colored white, exudes its unique elegance in the sunlight. The students who shuttled through the low sky were like the legendary gods, taking off without wind.

"One day, classmate, you wait for me" A beautiful voice sounded, and a blonde girl with a good figure held a few books with quaint covers and floated in the air. The boy who heard his name stopped in the air gently, looked back at the girl who came with a flush on his face, smiled and shook his head slightly.

"Good afternoon, Irene. The tall and graceful figure of the young man is like a proud magnolia in the mottled light and shadow of the shade of the tree.

"Good afternoon, classmate, can I go with you?" When she actually came to the boy's side, the girl was a little cramped, and the two blushes on her fair face became more and more vivid. Holding the book tightly in his hand to his chest, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, his tortoiseshell-colored eyes were as clear as crystal, revealing a faint shyness and stubbornness. Tilting his head, looking at the boy who was almost 15 centimeters taller than himself, he felt a deer in his heart.

"Absolutely. By the way, have you had lunch?" The two walked side by side, and one day when she turned her head to look at Erin, she hurriedly looked away, and her apple face turned into a tomato.

"Also... It's alright......"

"Hehe, let's go to lunch together."

"Ahh Can it really be!?"

......

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7th arrondissement - Imperial Capital (Old Paris, France)

The fringe of the city on the ground. Pleasant bells rang through the sky, the huge campus became noisy, and the bustling students quickly poured out of the different classrooms. Gradually, they scattered, or gathered, and left the academy in twos and threes.

"Yang Yuyao, wait a minute, can we go home together?"

A handsome young man dressed in casual black clothes and carrying a retro black shoulder bag came to a little girl who was a head shorter than him, with a sunny smile on his face. The girl wore a neat and neat long skirt and dark green school uniform, carried a square handbag that was standard for the school in both hands, and wore a pair of small black leather boots that were polished clean and shiny. raised his head, looked at the guy politely and smiled.

Suddenly, a snow-white little hand grabbed the shoulder of the little girl named Yang Yuyao from the side, and a little girl with two cute pigtails pouted, and a pair of watery black eyes stared at the boy, "That's not good! Our family Yuyao has already agreed to go to Miss Ben's house today to tutor Miss Ben in the evening class, of course I can't go back with you, hum!"

"Ahh Is that so, Yu Yao?" the boy raised a hand and scratched the back of his head, embarrassed and simple.

"What do you mean, you! Are you suspecting that Miss Ben is lying!??" The little girl with pigtails showed a 'fierce and vicious' expression, and slapped the boy named Su Yi hard, "Don't think that you are a senior Miss Ben and you are afraid of you, tell you that Miss Ben is the pillar of the school's women's kendo club, believe it or not, Miss Ben will be killed with two swords in a minute, pi-a~pi-a!"

"Xiaoling......" Yang Yuyao grabbed the little girl with pigtails who was getting more and more excited the more she talked, and stopped the woman from 'chopping' Su Yi in time.

And Su Yi on the side had a bitter face, looked at this 'Miss Ben' with disgusted eyes, and wiped a handful of saliva sprayed on his face sadly. "That's... All right. Yuyao, stay safe when you come back... The neighborhood hasn't been too peaceful lately at night......"

Yang Yuyao still pursed her lips and nodded with a smile, and finally spoke, "Thank you, Brother Su Yi." ”

"Hmph! I want you to take care of it! Do you think Miss Ben will let Yu Yao go home alone?

Looking at the two girls who got into the car and disappeared from view, the boy named Su Yi stood quietly in place, his face full of loss.

"Yo, what's wrong with our Prince Xiao Su? ”

"Hehe, yes, it's like the little white rabbit that was used by the big bear to wipe his ass. ”

"Come on, you two. I see, most of them were rejected by Sister Yuyao again. ”

"Uh-huh, yes! yes! yes! It should be so, I was definitely bullied by that bastard girl from Shao Ling...... ,O(∩_∩)O haha~"

"Ha, you big-headed ghost! I'm just worried about her safety!" Su Yi and a group of friends also went home.

The other side.

Inside a speeding car.

"Yaoyao, you said that Su Yi, why is he so annoying! You have rejected him so many times, and he is still stalking, I don't believe that his eighth-grade brain still can't understand it. Hmph, I'm just pretending to be stupid. Hitch. Miss Shao Ling said viciously, and waved her two snow-white hands in the air, as if she was slashing someone with her imaginary sword.

Looking at the little friend who couldn't help himself, the emotions in Yang Yuyao's eyes were complicated for a while. There is helplessness, and it is funny, and there is a hint of blessing.

Shao Ling turned her head away, staring at Yang Yuyao with a pair of big watery eyes.

"What's wrong, Xiaoling?"

"Yaoyao, why do I sometimes think that you look like a thousand-year-old monster, you look at me like my grandmother......"

"Wow! You little girl, see if I don't scratch you to death! Dare to say that I am an old monster! Hmph!" Yang Yuyao's puffed Qiong nose twisted and pounced towards Shao Ling.

"Hahaha~ Sister Yaoyao, I was wrong, don't scratch it... Hahaha... I know it's wrong, Sister Yaoyao, just spare me... Hahaha......"