At the foot of Lishan Mountain.

Ye Gucheng was wearing a white shirt and stopped with a long sword in his hand.

Looking up at the ancient stone steps that spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, he slowly closed his eyes, and the gentle autumn breeze blew slightly, ruffling his sideburns.

Vaguely, he felt a lot of fierce sword qi, between the mountains, rocks, grass and trees, in the sun and autumn wind, there was a hidden sword intent that was difficult to detect and indeed existed.

It was as if there was a world of sword intent in front of him, and everything was full of sword intent.

These sword intents are not from a certain person, but from the infection of time and inheritance.

It is the traces left by the Lishan Sword Sect for thousands of years, and countless ancestors have practiced swordsmanship.

"What a place for kendo bells!"

Ye Gucheng slowly opened his eyes and praised softly.

These sword intents fused between heaven and earth actually did not have a very exaggerated effect, they were more like invisible clouds and mist, enveloping the entire Lishan Mountain.

Perhaps, on this Li Mountain, the efficiency of cultivating kendo will be somewhat higher than in other places, but the degree of improvement is also very limited.

However, the accumulation of a small amount, even if it is just a little improvement, is commendable for martial artists.

Ye Gucheng stepped on the stone staircase, and his snow-white clothes swayed slightly in the autumn breeze, so that the dust and fallen leaves on the stairs also flew up.

One step at a time, without slowness.

It wasn't until he was halfway up the mountain that he stopped again.

The mountain gate of the Lishan Sword School is a three-zhang high gatehouse, with two stone pillars standing on both sides, and the four big characters of 'Lishan Sword School' are written on it.

There is also a mountain lawn with a width of more than ten zhang in front of the mountain gate, and the bluestone ground is very flat.

"Ye Gucheng!"

At this time, Yu Zheng was standing inside the mountain gate, watching Ye Gucheng walk up the mountain, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"Sect Master Yu!" Ye Gucheng bowed slightly.

"Your Excellency knows me?" Yu Zheng was a little surprised.

Ye Gucheng said: "In the battle of Black Cliff Ridge, among the martial artists present, Sect Master Yu's swordsmanship was the most outstanding. ”

He has always focused on only two things, one is a master and the other is kendo.

In the battle of Black Cliff Ridge, there were several innate masters, but none of them were cultivating swordsmanship, and under the congenital level, Yu Zheng's swordsmanship was the most outstanding.

Yu Zheng looked at Ye Gucheng with a somewhat complicated expression.

"Ye, Mr. Ye!"

"Can you cancel this fight?"

"Why?" Ye Gucheng frowned slightly.

He traveled thousands of miles to the Lishan Sword Sect just for this competition, but now Yu Zheng actually wants to cancel the competition!

"Master respects him!" Yu Zheng said.

It's just that before he finished his words, a clear laughter suddenly sounded in the surrounding mountains and forests.

"Hahaha~~ You idiot, a good competition almost ruined you!"

The smile is free and flying, just like the figure that leaps down from the top of the mountain.

"Old man Yu Shan, I've seen Ye Daoyou!"

Yu Shan is eight feet tall, thin but straight, and his white hair can't hide his sharp temperament.

"Ye Gucheng has seen Yu Senior!"

Ye Gucheng arched his hand.

"In front of you, I can't afford to be a senior!" Yu Shan said with a smile.

"Before the competition, everything is unknown, why should the seniors be humble!" Ye Gucheng Road.

"No, although there is no competition yet, the old man knows that he is not Ling's opponent, after all, the old man does not have the ability to defeat Jin An with one sword!" Yu Shan looked at Ye Gucheng, and his vicissitudes of life were full of excitement.

The sun is blazing, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

The gentle sunlight shone on the two of them, making the atmosphere between the two even more gentle.

They weren't enemies, they just had a match.

But as time passed, the atmosphere between the two became sharp again.

An indescribable sword intent, like an invisible mountain, pressed down on the surroundings.

"We are only swords!" Ye Gucheng Road.

"Good!" Yu Shanying said.

Although the two have not yet made a sword, the competition has begun.

The sharp sword qi suddenly burst out of the air, merging with the gentle autumn wind.

Yu Zheng, Qi Jinfeng, and many other disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect all stared at him, feeling the fierce sword qi, and there seemed to be a tremor of fear in their hearts.

Ye Gucheng had a sword in his palm, but the sword was still in the sheath, and the sword qi did not emanate from this sword.

His man is sharper and sharper than the sword.

Yu Shan's sword is also in the sword, but the momentum of the sharp edge is constantly spreading.

When the eyes of the two of them met, it was like a sharp strike.

None of them moved, but this static pressure was stronger and more terrifying than moving.

A fallen leaf floated over, between the two of them, and immediately fell, and even the wind could not blow.

The mountain forest next to the mountain gate.

Situ Qianfeng and Yan Bo stood on a big tree and looked at the two of them.

Yan Bo's pupils contracted suddenly, and the muscles in his body tensed.

Even from a distance of 100 meters, he still felt a heavy pressure.

This pressure does not come from the outside world, but from his psychology.

It's like the gap in the level of life, just looking at it from a distance makes him feel very humble.

"Kendo can go so far!"

Yan Bo muttered in horror.

Situ Qianfeng didn't hear his words, and his eyes were full of Ye Gucheng at this time.

He didn't have the cultivation and artistic conception of Yan Bo, but he couldn't feel the oppression from the way of the sword.

He looked at Ye Gucheng and looked at the figure that was straighter and more sharp than a sword.

"This is the way of the kendo I want!"

Situ Qianfeng had only one thought at this time, and that was to learn the sword intent on Ye Gucheng's body.

It was as if Ye Gucheng's sword intent had a fatal attraction to him, making him unable to extricate himself.

On the hill.

The pressure is suddenly relieved.

Suddenly, there was another dragon roar, and the sword qi rushed into the sky.

Ye Gucheng's sword was already unsheathed.

In the soft sunlight, his sword was pale, palpitating.

Similarly, the sword in Yu Shan's hand was also unsheathed.

The two swords stabbed out at the same time, constantly changing with the footsteps of the two.

The blade of the sword has not yet touched, and the speed of the two of them is not fast, and the distance is still several zhang, but the blade of the sword has changed a lot.

There are no gorgeous moves, and they can't be called exciting, and even an ordinary person will feel like this when they see this scene, and there is nothing powerful about it.

But Yu Zheng, Qi Jinfeng, Yan Bo and others already oozed fine cold sweat on their foreheads.

As excellent swordsmen, they could see that the battle between the two had already begun, it was a competition between sword intents, and it was a competition between sword forces.

The changes in swordsmanship are just to make the sword intent and sword momentum more powerful.

Under the gaze of everyone, the distance between Ye Gucheng and Yu Shan was getting closer and closer.

Finally.

Their blades collided.

Bite!

A crisp voice sounded, and a cloud of sword qi like chaos spread out in all directions.

The messy sword aura tore at the fallen leaves, the dust, the autumn wind, and the warm sun.

Immediately afterward, the sword grew faster and faster, from slow at first to almost so fast that only an afterimage remained.

Ye Gucheng's sword was like a gust of wind outside the white clouds.

Yu Shan's sword is like a stubborn stone in the mountains and forests.

The wind flows ethereally, and the stubborn stone is solid and unyielding.

Sword after sword, in the blink of an eye, there are more than a dozen moves.

It seems to be evenly matched.

"Mr. Ye, if your sword is only so high, it is absolutely impossible to defeat Jin An with one sword!"

Yu Shan said suddenly.

It is impossible to be evenly matched, and the only possibility is that Ye Gucheng will keep his hand.

Ye Gucheng did keep his hand, because he wanted to feel Yu Shan's sword well.

Jin An is not a swordsman, so he won't have any entanglement with it.

Yu Shan is an excellent swordsman, and Ye Gucheng wants to know what is so special about his sword.

In fact, Yu Shan's sword is very special.

He is better at defense, and every move and style will leave five points of artistic conception, as a room for defense and the edge of the attack.

Swordsmen are not the only ones who are indomitable.

Indomitable, sharp, perhaps even more aggressive.

But like Yu Shan, it's even more dangerous, because you never know when he's going to make a move, and you can't be caught off guard.

If it was an ordinary swordsman who was fighting with Yu Shan at this time, he might have been pierced by the sword.

It's a pity that Yu Shan is facing Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng's sword has thousands of changes, and dozens of changes can be made in just an instant.

No matter what Yu Shan was, it was impossible for him to find Ye Gucheng's shortcomings.

Ye Gucheng's eyes flashed, and the agile blade of the sword suddenly turned.

The figure fell from the sky, and the sword qi turned into a long rainbow and flew out along the sunlight.

Qiang~~

The two sword blades staggered, bursting out with sparks.

The next moment!

The sword in Ye Gucheng's hand was lightly picked, and it was such a careless provocation, and Yu Shan's whole person was stunned.

Because the sword in his hand was picked off.

Pick it up!

A swordsman can't hold the sword in his own hand!

This!

Yu Shan looked at the trembling long sword that fell to the ground in a daze.

The surrounding people also looked at the long sword blankly.

They may all feel incredible.

Drop the sword!

This is the result of crushing!

Is Yu Shan too weak?

No, it should be that Ye Gucheng is too strong.

They all think so.

But only Yu Shan understood how subtle Ye Gucheng's sword was, just as he knew best how strong his hand was holding the sword.

This is Ye Gucheng's answer to him.

Why can he defeat Jin An with one sword.

Yu Shan's whole body trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and calmed his trembling heart.

Yu Zheng clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand and stared at Ye Gucheng with gloomy eyes.

Falling a sword is more hateful than killing.

This is a humiliation to the swordsman!

In his eyes, Ye Gucheng was humiliating Yu Shan.

If he didn't know that he was not Ye Gucheng's opponent, he wouldn't have stepped forward to fight Ye Gucheng.

Yu Shan also felt a burst of shame, but his shame did not come from Ye Gucheng, but from himself.

I can't hold my own sword, so what right do I have to resent others.

"What is a sword?"

He asked, trembling.

The voice was not free and free and flying before, but full of frustration and depression.

"A sword is a sword!" Ye Gucheng looked at him in this state, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Will Ye Gucheng be humiliated by Shan?

Naturally not.

In fact, Ye Gucheng is taking care of Yu Shan, if this sword is not a sword, it is hurting.

Ye Gucheng just didn't want to hurt Yu Shan.

Yu Shan slowly opened his eyes, "Then what is kendo?" ”

"I'm Kendo!"

Ye Gucheng replied.

Yu Shan was stunned again, he looked at Ye Gucheng in a daze.

He seemed to understand something.

Ye Gucheng has a sword in his palm, but it doesn't seem to be his sword, maybe his is everywhere, and his people have been fused with the sword. His man is the sword, and as long as his man is there, all things in heaven and earth are his sword.

So what is kendo?

Ye Gucheng's sword path is Ye Gucheng himself.

Ye Gucheng didn't care about a sword weapon, in his opinion, a sword weapon was just a sword weapon, just a weapon used, and it had no special significance.

The loss of a sword is less important than the pain of a wound on the body.

Therefore he will pick the sword of goodness.

"Hahaha~~"

Yu Shan suddenly burst out laughing, "I'm not as good as you!" ”

"It's not as good as this!" Ye Gucheng Road.

"Haha~~" Yu Shan's laughter became louder.

The gloom and frustration were all gone, and the ease and drift once again occupied his laughter.

He understood Ye Gucheng's thoughts, and also understood Ye Gucheng's sword path.

Ye Gucheng's sword path was very different from him, but he could understand it.

He was very grateful for the competition with Ye Gucheng, and even more grateful to Ye Gucheng for taking care of him.

Although he couldn't comprehend Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship, the competition with Ye Gucheng also gave him a deeper understanding of his own swordsmanship.

"A sword is a sword, and I am me!"

"Thank you Mr. Ye for your advice!"

Yu Shan bowed and said solemnly.

"It's not a pointer!" Ye Gucheng withdrew his sword.

"The grace of guidance can be a teacher! If it weren't for the old decay and already had a teacher, be a teacher by Mr. Baiye! Yu Shan got up and said.

Ye Gucheng looked at him, the sky and the earth were cold, and the cold silence in his eyes deepened a little.

This competition was simple and plain, which made Ye Gucheng feel a little lonely.

The competition is over, and the result doesn't matter.

"Farewell!"

Ye Gucheng turned around and left.

Yu Shan wanted to speak and stopped, he wanted to stop Ye Gucheng, and wanted to discuss the way of the sword with Ye Gucheng.

But in the end, he didn't say anything.

A competition has already benefited him a lot, and if he wants to discuss kendo with Ye Gucheng again, he will have to make some progress.

Especially when he saw the cold silence in Ye Gucheng's eyes.

It wasn't cold, it was lonely.

The loneliness that belongs to the masters.

"It's a pity that the old man is not qualified enough!"

Yu Shan thought in a low voice.

Snow-white robes, flying leaves, and sprawling stone steps.

Ye Gucheng left like this.

Yu Shan stood in place, watching his figure disappear on the stone steps.

"Master, are you okay?" Yu Zheng asked worriedly.

"It's fine!"

Yu Shan shook his head slightly.

"That~~" Yu Zheng wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Yu Shan took a deep breath and bent down to pick up the long sword on the ground.

"In the future, I will see Ye Gucheng and I want to perform the gift of a disciple!"

"Ahh Yu Zheng was stunned.

"The old man can't worship him as a teacher, but you must respect him as a teacher!"

"It's not appropriate!" Yu Zheng said with some twist.

He is the sect master of the Lishan Sword Sect, if he sees Ye Gucheng to perform the disciple ceremony, then wouldn't the Lishan Sword Sect all be Ye Gucheng's disciples and grandchildren.

Yu Shan glanced at him, "What's inappropriate!" ”

"Ye Gucheng is not from our Lishan Sword Sect after all." Yu Zhengdao.

Yu Shan shook his head slightly and said, "But Ye Gucheng has a great favor to my Lishan Sword Sect. ”

"What great favor?"

"Let the old man have the opportunity to comprehend the great grace of the third layer of artistic conception!"

Yu Zheng was puzzled for a while, but then his eyes widened.

"Master has a new insight!"

Yu Shan turned around and walked towards the mountain, "Remember to see Ye Gucheng as a disciple in the future, otherwise the old man will expel you from the sect." ”

"The disciple understands, the disciple obeys the master's orders!" Yu Zheng was surprised and delighted, where was the previous twist.

If Ye Gucheng hadn't left at this time, he couldn't wait to hug Ye Gucheng's thigh and call the master.

The Third Realm!

That was the pinnacle of innate martial artists. For any innate martial artist, even if it is just a little chance, it is a very rare opportunity.

(End of chapter)