The autumnal equinox, the rising sun.

The bell is rang, dressed and washed, and the sword came out.

The mountain gate does not feel the years, the cultivation does not distinguish between spring and autumn, and the way of heaven rewards diligence, who wants to become a penny man? The golden and jade words of the head of the gate are still in his ears.

Zhang Yusheng is 19 years old this year and has been in kendo for 11 years.

Enter the senior school to read early and recite the latest revised version of the kendo method. Eat breakfast in the cafeteria and practice advanced swordsmanship in the sword hall. Go to the cafeteria for lunch and go back to the sword hall to participate in the actual combat drill. Those with outstanding talents enjoy the benefits of one-on-one sparring by senior teachers, as well as related households.

"Concentrate, concentrate!" the middle-aged teacher named Wang Runshan shouted solemnly as he gently slashed out the wooden sword.

"Bang!" crossed swords and took a step back. Teaching Xi to slash horizontally with heavy force, leaning over to dodge, Teaching Xi quickly stabbed out diagonally, Zhang Yusheng rolled on the spot without looking at it, Jiao Xi kicked out angrily, and the leg technique that had been cultivated for decades to perfection easily caught up with Zhang Yusheng's fleeing body, "Bang!" Zhang Yusheng flew out upside down.

"The disciples of my Tianbei Sword Sect should have a courageous sword heart, and what kind of body will they shrink into when they encounter trouble!" Wang Runshan scolded, but he also had a weak spirit, it seemed that he had already been familiar with the temperament of this relational household in front of him, and he knew that his rotten wood was difficult to carve.

Zhang Yusheng got up and patted his clothes with ease, ignoring the fact that the floor of the Sword Hall was already dusty. Even the polite reply was completely omitted, and the demeanor naturally arched his hand as a polite farewell.

Jiao Xi called another related household to come over for training, and Zhang Yusheng left the sword hall silently, as calm and relaxed as always.

Sitting alone on the top of the mountain and watching the clouds roll up, there is no sword in his hand and no sword in his heart, this is the most enjoyable moment of the day for Zhang Yusheng. He can temporarily get rid of the torture of kendo, feel the tenderness and silence of this world to the fullest, and let go of everything.

Twenty years old next year, weak crown, coming-of-age ceremony. Zhang Yusheng thought.

At the beginning, in order to force themselves to go up the mountain to cultivate swords, their parents did not hesitate to take out most of their family property to make some connections between the upper and lower levels. Since he was a child, he was incompatible with his peers, and he knew the hopes that his parents placed on him...... This should have been Zhang Yusheng's simple and stable life, but it may change because of the appearance of a certain person.

Yu Jie, a talented young martial artist, a girl of the same age as Zhang Yusheng, suddenly broke into Zhang Yusheng's life when he was seventeen years old, and set off a storm in his heart.

That day was the triennial Xiuzhen Exchange Conference between the Tianbei Sword Sect and the Qingcheng Martial Academy. In this world, many people have a desire for eternity in their hearts, and no matter whether it is a longer life or the ability to move mountains and seas, it is inseparable from cultivation. The two most mainstream schools of practice are martial arts and kendo. The former focuses on the exploration and use of human body and mental power, while the latter aims to guide and refine the operation, circulation and transformation of "qi" in or out of the body by relying on a certain external object. 炁 (qì) is also the one who is called 炁 in the fire. This kind of energy can be used to hurt others and nourish oneself, compared to the martial arts practice that tests talent and perseverance, it can be said to follow the rules, and the effect is immediate, so it has always been the best choice for ordinary practitioners.

However, although the beginning of cultivation is easy, most people only know a general direction, and it takes thousands of years to establish and perfect a system, and they are regarded as treasures that cannot be passed on by ordinary people. Therefore, after decades of cultivation, there are still people who can't get in. It's just that out of the yearning for the road and the slim hope that one day it will succeed, people always go forward and backwards on this road. Heaven rewards diligence is not just a proverb, many times it is an unbreakable truth, in the case that some ancestors have successfully groped their way out, people believe in and practice. What has been passed down from generation to generation is the heroic belief that our generation can expect. There is no doubt about what the Tianbei Sword Sect has achieved so far in this regard.

As a result, the younger generation of the Tianbei Sword Sect once again crushed the Qingcheng Martial Academy in terms of combat strength. Most of the students of the Qingcheng Martial Arts Academy who believe in "learning martial arts to strengthen their bodies" were defeated one after another under the wooden sword of Tianbei when they were unarmed, but everyone present was accustomed to it, and no one dared to laugh out loud, because the cultivation world knew that the reason why the Qingcheng Martial Academy, which has a longer history than the Tianbei Sword School, has been able to stand tall is not because of its combat ability, but because of its world-famous way of life and health preservation, and the latter is particularly important. There are many elders or guests who have lived to be more than three hundred years old in the Qingcheng Martial Academy, and their Dean Li Chun has reached the terrifying age of eight hundred years old, known as the person closest to the immortals in the world, many years ago he has entered the profound realm of not exceeding the rules from the heart, fist is reasonable, and invincible in front of him, and there are countless cultivators who have been taught by Dean Li for hundreds of years in the world, and he has always been treated as a student by Wang Liangsi, who is only 460 years old in charge of the Tianbei Sword Sect. The question of who had the stronger combat power between the head of Tianbei and the dean of Qingcheng had aroused the opinions of countless cultivators, but since the only few exchanges between the two had ended at the point, and they had never really fought at any cost, the answer to this question was naturally unknown.

After the martial theory is the literary theory, out of the consistent consideration of retaining the feelings, the Tianbei Sword Sect will arrange a weaker disciple to participate in the last round of martial arts, so as to lose just right, and the person who was recommended and selected by the public sects was Zhang Yusheng.

A young girl in a green dress stepped into the ring lightly and saluted Zhang Yusheng, who was standing with a sword.

"This is Dean Li's newly accepted personal disciple, named Yu Jie. Qingcheng's leader of the group introduced. Dean Li and Master Wang generally do not attend the conference, and the person in charge of the Xiuzhen Exchange Conference is also a senior elder from Tianbei. He seemed a little surprised that Zhang Yusheng had been selected to fight this time, and what was even more surprising was that Dean Li, who had not accepted an apprentice for two hundred years, suddenly had such a young personal disciple, and even Dean Li, who had a very high vision, admired her qualifications.

"This is a senior disciple of this sect, Zhang Yusheng, who has been intoxicated with kendo for more than ten years, and his qualifications are ......acceptable," the chief elder introduced, adding a sentence of sword heart in his heart, but it was extremely different.

The gong sounded, and the battle officially began. Zhang Yusheng returned the salute in a proper manner and slowly drew his sword, while muttering the sentence "intoxicated with kendo for more than ten years", while carefully looking at the rare girl in the martial arts cultivation world in front of him, and even more rare beautiful girl, it was neither polite nor offensive. Yu Jie, on the other hand, did not squint, looking at Zhang Yusheng's pair of sharp eyes that were completely different from those of other sword cultivators, and his face was expression.

After thirty breaths, no one made a move. After another thirty breaths, the chief elder coughed.

Zhang Yusheng reflexively stepped out of the sword.

The girl stepped back and dodged, and a boxing full of antiquity rose to the occasion, and without thinking, punched back.

Zhang Yusheng jumped and dodged, his short hair was blown by the fist wind, and the sword momentum was retracted.

The leader of the Qingcheng Leader nodded approvingly, and said to the disciples under the seat: "This young man's sword momentum is so arbitrary, which shows his merits, you must learn more from it, because martial arts is also the same, compared to going forward, it is also a realm of free retraction." The chief elder of Tianbei smiled, but suddenly had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Zhang Yusheng still maintained a posture of holding his sword after retracting his sword momentum, while Yu Jie happened to return to her original position after a fruitless blow, and then remained motionless.

There was more than a cup of tea, and there was already a lot of discussion in the audience, and the chief elder of Tianbei did not plan to continue to show his cultivation skills, and handed the teacup to the attendants behind him......

Zhang Yusheng suddenly felt that observing the girl's eyes was far more interesting than fighting. Those black eyes are unusually clear, and they seem to be able to penetrate the bottom of people's hearts. At this time, Zhang Yusheng completely forgot the swordsmanship he had just used and the boxing that the girl posed, and the world in front of him was only the girl and himself fixed in the girl's eyes.

He likes it. This is something he has experienced since he was a child, and it is very rare that he can really like it.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Yusheng, who had only seen a few dozen women in the mountain gate for so many years, smiled, "Make a friend, right?"

Yu Jie frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about something, and suddenly her eyebrows stretched again, and the corners of her lips hooked an imperceptible arc. After a slight hesitation, he closed his eyes, stepped forward, and threw a punch. This time, Zhang Yusheng couldn't feel any fist wind, but the hairs on his body stood terrified.

Dodge quickly, ushered in a follow-up kick, dodged again, but the hem of the garment was swept away, making a sound of energy explosion, and several pieces of flexible cloth scattered with the wind. Attacks from all angles continued one after another, and Zhang Yusheng was already embarrassed to dodge or block hard......

Exclamations rang out, and the Qingcheng elders in the distance laughed and did not speak.

"Lost...... Elder Tianbei took a sip of new tea, and shifted his attention to the few disciples of the Qingcheng Martial Academy, who were still performing well, thoughtfully.

The brothers in the audience were embarrassed, and secretly glad that the person who was facing such a fierce attack was not himself.

"Don't you want to make a move?" the girl said suddenly, her voice hidden in her figure, cold as the wind.

Zhang Yusheng was hit in the chest, took a few steps back, and coughed with an ugly face.

"Then you've lost......" the girl said.

Zhang Yusheng saw those obsidian eyes again.

Then you lost......

Something crept back in the memory of the seventeen-year-old.