Pei Ye put down half a bowl of vegetables and half a steamed bun, clapped his hands and lifted the sword: "I'm coming!" Coming! ”

Cheng Jiang Hongzhi's strength was actually far beyond his expectations, he originally thought that this person was a native master of Shao County, maybe he was a young martial arts master.

In such four lives, at the point where Pei Ye will win, Pei Li is willing to fight for Baodan.

However, after just a glance, Zhang Junxue's sword posture was so light that he was frightened, and he felt that he would definitely be unstoppable.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Jianghong is even better, he is also a top-notch four beings, not only is his true qi thicker than Zhang Junxue, but his sword work is not inferior at all. And when he worked on these two things, he even practiced a profound palm skill.

Judging from this palm alone, it is not a inheritance that Shao County can have.

In the face of such a well-established opponent, he knew that his chances of victory were slim.

Pei Ye drew his sword and walked up, bent his elbow against his forearm, and made a martial salute with his palm against his fist.

After this familiar and unfamiliar etiquette, Pei Ye took a step back and pulled open a standard sword stand.

Cheng Jianghong's originally flabby body was suddenly cleaned up.

A sword stand is enough to see many things.

The young man in front of him has a body like an extension of the hilt of a sword, and a sword that looks like it grows on his body.

Humble situation, this is of course a humble situation.

It took him twenty years of immersion to reach this realm of harmony with the sword, and he thought that it was the most commendable achievement since he stepped into the martial arts since he was a child, and it was also the strength he relied on the most when facing the enemy, and he saw it so easily in this young man.

He may not even be as old as he has been practicing swords on his own.

How long did he practice swordsmanship? Decade? Eight years?

In any case, it is an enviable talent – just as those old people who are still not able to do it at the age of fifty or sixty envy themselves.

Cheng Jianghong also bent his elbows and clenched his fists in return.

Pei Ye deliberately put on the sword frame, and it was also a deliberately revealed kendo realm, he knew that Cheng Jianghong despised himself, but in this kind of competition, he was unwilling to take advantage of this.

He has already seen the strength of the other party, so he has to show his strength to the other party, compete in a dignified manner, and win or lose in a dignified manner.

"Please." Cheng Jiang Hong said solemnly.

Pei Ye took out the sword.

The Cicada Bird Sword has not yet begun to practice, and he now only has a Liuliu Sword in his hand.

This is a swordsmanship with some flaws, but it has been adjusted to the best in Pei Li's hands.

Fuliu Sword is a fast sword, at this time, in Pei Li's hands, the sword shadow is flying, from the top of the head, from the waist, from the back; Stabbed, split, and swung, Pei Li's body was like a flower composed of sword shadows blooming around his body.

And in the face of this sword flower, Cheng Jiang Hong was like a cutter, and each petal struck out a clear sound on his sword.

It stands to reason that in order to block this kind of fast sword in all directions, his sword must be so fast that he can't catch it, but no, his sword path is very clear, there is no afterimage, clean and simple, as if he can always use one sword to block Pei Li's two or three swords.

And if you look closely, you can see that he can always find the closest swords in the chaotic sword light, and then block them one by one with the shortest distance change.

Ruthless eyesight, calm sword movement.

Pei Li was secretly amazed in his heart.

For Cheng Jianghong, he is not so leisurely.

He was originally happy to see the hunt and wanted to weigh the sword path of this talented young man, so he put away his true qi from the sword at the beginning, and only increased his body with the amount of true qi of his life.

But as soon as the first sword was fought, his sword was almost knocked out.

Only then did he realize that the young man in front of him was not only amazingly talented in kendo, but also staggering in his physique. It wasn't until half of the true qi was released, that is, the level of three lives, that the strength on his sword was equal to that of the other party.

And when he returned to the sword fight, he actually felt a little frustrated. The sword in the opponent's hand was so simple and even rudimentary, but he couldn't spare a little room to fight back.

And this young man is a little too clever against the enemy, seven heart eyes can be buried in the five swords, although most of them are directly seen through by himself, but there are always a few places that are well hidden, and the sudden appearance of tricky angles makes him feel shocked.

The two of them attacked and defended like this, and they fought thirty or fifty moves in table tennis, although it was not as thrilling as the one just now, but it was much better-looking.

And the turning point came when Pei Li used the first form of the Fuliu Sword for the third time.

At this moment, Cheng Jianghong couldn't help but hook the corners of his mouth, and Pei Ye smiled slightly bitterly at the same time.

Helpless, he will use this sword.

And this simple swordsmanship has long been seen through by Cheng Jianghong.

Pei Li tried hard to use a novel change, but the up, down, left and right had been sealed, and after two exchanges, Cheng Jianghong's sword had been pressed up.

Pei Ye sighed lightly, this was the first time he was inferior in sword competition—he had already keenly felt that the other party had controlled his strength to the same extent as himself, and the sword had not been injected with true qi.

But at this moment, the way the other party pressed against his powerless sword suddenly made him have a flash of inspiration.

Isn't this exactly what a praying mantis catches cicadas?

Blessed to the heart, the impression in the heart, the first form of the finch that has never been practiced once flows out of the hand.

【Flying Bronze Shadow】

The young man's helpless sword aura that was praised by Ming Qitian burst out again.

Ordinary people practice this swordsmanship, they must be proficient in the moves, and after many actual combat perceptions, they can grasp the true meaning of cicadas and sparrows. Then you can try to go to the shore on the raft to attract attention - that is, you don't need to use the cicada sword as a support, as long as the situation is really in line with the mantis catching cicadas, you can use the finch sword at any time.

But just as he suddenly realized the [Cloud Sky Covering His Eyes and Losing Feathers] in the wine cellar, at this time, he had not practiced "Cicada Sword" once, and he suddenly understood this true meaning.

Of course, the sword move that he had never used before was indeed very jerky, and as soon as this sword appeared in Pei Li's field of vision, he saw three places that needed to be corrected.

But its true meaning has been firmly grasped by the boy, and when it is shot, it is still a sword that is both light and fast, and deadly enough!

Cheng Jianghong almost broke out in a cold sweat.

The old man outside the venue also squinted his eyes at this time, revealing a hesitant look, as if he was making a choice.

This sword is indeed beautiful enough.

The sword moves are superior, the timing is accurate, and the intentions are ingenious.

Cheng Jiang Hongjian had already pounced on the cicada, and this move suddenly appeared, and he couldn't avoid it.

So I had to do it.

A brighter sword light rose from his hand.

At this moment, he could burst out of his True Qi of the Four Lives Realm and use the realm to overwhelm this sword, but he finally decided to end it in the way of a sword.

According to the Tianshan Mountains, [marrying branches to the banquet].

Cheng Jiang Hongren stepped back, but his sword was still stabbing forward, as if his arm had suddenly grown a section out of thin air.

But when he looked closely, he realized that he had attached the scabbard to the hilt!

This is undoubtedly a unique sword at the bottom of his box. This sword is good enough, and the grafting action in the middle is even more miraculous, not only does not lose the sword momentum at all, but makes it go to the next level.

When the scabbard is connected, the power of the hand holding the scabbard is transmitted at the same time, so that the power of both hands is combined into a sword, which is fast and heavy.

In fact, this is not the full strength of this sword - when it is really against the enemy, the scabbard is already filled with true qi when it is held in the hand, just waiting for the explosion of this grafting.

The two swords intersected and stopped almost at the same time, the wind stopped quietly, and the moon and stars were sparse.

Pei Li's sword was still four inches away from Cheng Jianghong's throat, and Cheng Jianghong's sword was already against his chest.

Pei Ye smiled, put away the sword and returned, tidied up his posture, and hugged the sword convincingly.

Zhu Gaoyang is right, only by fighting with people of a similar level with a similar level of swordsmanship can he clearly see what he lacks.

If you want to win today, you can either cultivate to reach the realm of the four beings, and borrow more excellent roots and bones to break through the skill; Either learn better swordsmanship.

And if the two-pronged approach is combined, then the conditions for victory are probably as follows: the realm of two or three lives, and the cicada sword is all in your hands - if it is not the first time you use the [Flying Bronze Shadow] just now, the sword may not be four inches away from the opponent's throat, but two inches or one inch.

Of course, you can win it now—as long as you move out of the Flying Goose Sword Pose on a Snowy Night.

But that's pointless, it's just a scramble, and if you take it out as soon as you see that you're going to lose, how can you get rid of dependence?

The snowy night flying goose cast a huge shadow at the beginning of his kendo path, which is both a cover and a cover, and the first step out of this shadow must start from daring to lose and being able to lose.

The two walked back, Pei Ye picked up the scabbard, returned to the sword, and picked up the colder meal again.

Then there were a few dry "pops, pops, pops" next to him, Pei Ye turned his head to look, only to see Zhang Junxue raising his hand to slap the two of them, and when he saw it, he put down his hand again, and moved his silent gaze to the ground again.

Cheng Jianghong put away his sword and walked over, and arched his hand at the old man: "A little shallow kung fu, I don't know if it can enter the eyes of the seniors?" ”

Pei Ye turned his head and saw the old man's face up close for the first time.

Different from the speculation brought out by the walking stick, the old man's face did not have the slightest color of wind and dust, but his face was pale and pale, not the appearance of being often exposed to the wind and sun, and the subtle wrinkles on this face were like small waves of silk scarves.

He has a high nose and thick lips, and his eyes are a little big and small, and he is full of smiles at this time.

Seriously, it's not a good look, like a white-faced weasel.

This metaphor crossed in his heart, and Pei Ye hurriedly cut it off embarrassedly.

"You say shallow, aren't you afraid of falling into the prestige of the master's family?" The old man said, "Tianshan high disciple, dare to ask the name of the respected teacher?" ”

"I'm ashamed, I only learned art in the outer door, and I never worshiped under the master, and the sword master is the master of Chu Xiaochi."

"Oh? Your kendo talent and achievements should be enough to worship a pond. ”

In the next ambition, I had to refuse the kindness of the teacher."

"Hmm. That's why you returned to your hometown to participate in the martial arts competition, so it seems that Tianshan is indeed true to its name - not only do you let the outer disciples come and go freely, but as long as you perform well during this period of time, you will also be given a chance to learn a higher level of swordsmanship before leaving. This last sword, I'm afraid that's how it was obtained? ”

"Yes, it's "Eight Horses Sword", I don't have enough talent, I only memorized two styles in three days, and I practiced it for more than a month before using it - I don't know if I used it correctly." Talking about the master, Cheng Jianghong's feelings of gratitude were overflowing, and he sighed, "There is only one big school in the world that can teach authentic martial arts by doing some hard work, especially if the disciples can find a way out after learning the arts, if they can achieve something in the future, they will definitely do something for the master." ”

The old man smiled: "You cultivator has dragged the back leg of the sword." ”

Cheng Jianghong smiled bitterly: "Yes, that's why I want to buy that ascending pill so much." ”

The old man chuckled and threw the small porcelain vase directly to him.

".senior!" Cheng Jianghong didn't know how to speak for a while.

Pei Ye looked at the elder brother, and the words of "Xiu Wei dragged the sword technique" were very familiar to him.

It was this commonality that made him realize that he was not the most special one, and that everyone had their own experiences and ideals.

walked out of a remote place like Shaoxian, went to the alpine mountains as a teenager, worshiped a completely unfamiliar faction, worked hard as the lowest identity, studied hard, and finally learned the true art.

And after being appreciated, he was still able to refuse the bright future that had opened the door to him, and resolutely returned to his hometown to start from the lowest level of martial arts, just because he was determined to be an official when he was a teenager.

But after twenty years of suffering, after all, his body could not get enough medicine and food, and his cultivation would inevitably fall, so he inquired about the news of the Ascending Pill early and raised money to come to the state city to seek it.

How can such a person who is determined to walk trail not be worthy of a Ascending Pill?

"Dare to ask the seniors about their names and where they come from?" Cheng Jianghong sorted out his emotions and hugged his fists, "I must remember today's grace in the future." ”

The old man smiled and shook his head: "No name and no surname, the rivers and lakes meet, and I am happy to see the hunt." ”

looked at Pei Li again and said, "Young hero, your sword is not bad, but it is better than "Eight Horse Sword". ”

Pei Ye hurriedly clenched his fists: "The juniors are convinced." ”

Tonight's events were new to him, and it felt like the script had come to life. The master of the world, the sincere cultivator, the left and the left of the Dao meet, this senior is willing to take a treasure pill to carry the junior, and he does not even leave his name afterwards.

Although this adventure between the three of them did not fall on him in the end, this feeling of truly meeting friends with martial arts has made him very satisfied.

"Now that the Ascending Pill has arrived, do you want to go back to Shao County, or continue to go to the state city?" The old man asked Cheng Jianghong again.

"I still have to go to the state city, and I'll leave early in the morning." Cheng Jianghong replied to the old man.

"When?"

"Almost."

"Heading south of the town from Main Street?"

"Right." Cheng Jianghong was a little puzzled.

"Well, there will be a period later." The old man smiled at Cheng Jianghong, but he didn't go back to the inn anymore, turned around and walked towards the field.

There were only three people left on the field.

Cheng Jianghong pinched the small porcelain bottle and hesitated for a while, then suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "Let's divide this pill between the three of us." ”

“.”

"It's a competition, you can't talk about victory or defeat, if the seniors have a gift, let's share it together." Cheng Jianghong uncorked the bottle as he spoke, and a brown pill lay quietly in it.

Pei Ye immediately waved his hand: "No need!" Without this reason, winning is winning, the rules are said at the beginning, and you just have to accept it. ”

Zhang Junxue also shook her head and said concisely: "I don't want it." ”

Cheng Jianghong persuaded for a while, but the two insisted on refusing, and finally Pei Ye smiled and said: "Brother Cheng, you take it, when it comes to the martial arts competition, it may not be who beats whom." ”

Cheng Jianghong naturally only took it as a joke, so he had no choice but to put it back on his waist, and he didn't wait to take it.

Since the origin of this Dan is unknown, they have to go back to the state city to be identified by someone before taking it - after all, it is impossible for them to question the authenticity of Dan in front of their predecessors.

But in general, the purpose of the old man in the whole process is to watch a competition to see who is the best, and there is nothing abnormal.

After this conversation, the three of them also got to know each other a lot, and when they returned to the inn, Cheng Jianghong woke up Xiao Er and asked for two pots of wine and a few plates of cold-cut meat.

The so-called dumping cover is the same, the two talked about the first half of their lives, their ambitions, and the cultivation of swords, and later they talked about Tianshan, Pei Ye inquired about many things about this sect.

"Does the little brother want to worship in the Tianshan Mountains? Your talent should be able to go straight to the inner door. ”

"No, I have one. A friend may be going to visit the Tien Shan Mountains recently. ”

"Oh? The Tianshan Mountains generally do not accept outsiders, and even if they want to visit relatives and friends, it is the disciples who go down the mountain to meet in the city. ”

"No, she's - forget it, I don't understand, let's say something else."

"Okay."

“.”

Talking about the night fading a little, Cheng Jianghong relieved his drunkenness with his true anger, got up and said, "I have to go first, let's see you in Zhoucheng." ”

"Why don't you wait for tomorrow?"

Cheng Jianghong picked up his luggage with a smile: "I have an appointment with someone, and I have to arrive before tomorrow night." I've opened an upper room for each of you, go up and rest." ”

The two sent Cheng Jianghong to the door, watched the figure slowly move away, and then turned around and returned to the inn.

Pei Ye picked up his luggage, watched Zhang Junxue tie the small cloth bag to his wrist, and picked up the package one by one before turning around and going upstairs together.

"Miss Zhang, then let's go together tomorrow?" Pei Ye asked before pushing the door open

"Okay."

"When will we leave tomorrow?"

Zhang Junxue looked at his unconscious face full of dust: "Wait for you to wake up." ”

"Good!"

——

When Pei Ye opened his eyes on the second day, the sun was already dazzling.

After washing and going out, Zhang Junxue was already sitting downstairs and finished eating.

Pei Ye trotted down and asked for some food, and then the two of them each led their horses and set off together.

Pei Ye is a jujube red horse, and Zhang Junxue is a yellow-white pony - the kind that Feng Huai Mafu persuaded Pei Li to choose.

It was already noon when he went out, and it was not cool today, and the autumn tiger made Pei Ye start to dry his mouth after walking for less than a mile.

Turning her head, Zhang Junxue took out a watery pear and ate it. Sensing Pei Li's gaze, she paused and took out another one from the package: "Do you want to eat?" ”

Pei Ye nodded a little embarrassedly and asked, "Did you sell pears in the inn just now?" ”

"I brought it from home."

"Oh." Pei Ye realized that the woman's family might have been more thoughtful than Master Huang and Uncle Chang when packing their luggage.

Zhang Junxue handed the pear to Pei Li, but her hand was not withdrawn, and she pointed to the black cat with some hesitation: "Then, can I touch it?" ”

"This," Pei Ye took the pear and glanced at the black cat, "Would you like to?" ”

The black cat gave him a faint look and drilled into the baggage.

"I'm sorry, it doesn't seem to be happy."

"Hmm." Zhang Junxue snorted sullenly.

After walking for a long time, I arrived at the entrance of the town, but I saw that there were many people in the woods on the side of the road, many people gathered outside, and there were people who looked like they were catching fast and frowning in and out.

This scene somewhat touched Pei Li's repressed memory that was not so far away, and when the two passed by on the road, he threw two eyes into it and said to himself: "What's the matter, is there a dead man?" ”

As soon as the words fell, through the gap in the shadows of the trees, Pei Ye saw as if a corpse was sitting softly under the tree.

I heard a catcher who ran to the head catcher and said: "I found a qualification document for martial arts in the baggage, the person is from Shao County, and his name is Cheng Jianghong." ”

Two chapters in one, 5,000 words, Hugh and then short!

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