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

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

After four lives like this, at the point where Pei Ye was about to win but not yet, Pei Ye was willing to fight for the treasure pill.

However, after just taking a look, Zhang Junxue's sword was frightened by how light it was, and he realized that it would be unstoppable. If there was a real life-and-death fight, he could only pierce the opponent's throat faster with the flying goose on a snowy night.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Jiang Hong was even better. He was also one of the top four students. Not only was his Qi thicker than Zhang Junxue's, but his sword skills were also not inferior at all. Moreover, while studying these two items, he also practiced a profound palm skill.

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

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

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

After this familiar yet unfamiliar courtesy, Pei Ye took a step back and opened a standard sword stand.

Chengjiang Hong's originally flabby body suddenly straightened up.

A sword stand is enough to tell a lot.

The body of the young man in front of him was like an extension of the hilt of the sword, and the sword seemed to be growing on his body.

Clumsy state, of course this is a clumsy state.

It took me twenty years of immersion to reach this level of harmony between the body and the sword. I consider it to be the most commendable achievement since I entered martial arts at a young age, and it is also the strength that I rely on most when facing the enemy. However, I can see it so easily in this young man. arrive.

His age may not even be as long as his own sword practice.

How long has he been practicing swordsmanship? ten years? Eight years?

In any case, this is an enviable talent - just like the envy of those old people in their fifties and sixties who still cannot find a job.

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

Pei Ye deliberately put up the sword stance, and also deliberately displayed the realm of swordsmanship. He knew that Cheng Jianghong underestimated him, but in this kind of competition, he did not want to take advantage of it.

He has already seen the opponent's strength, so he wants to show his own strength to the opponent, compete in an upright manner, and win or lose in an upright manner.

"Please." Cheng Jianghong said solemnly.

Pei Ye drew his sword.

He hasn't started practicing the Cicada Sword yet, and he only has a Fuliu Sword in his hand.

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

Fuliu Sword is a fast sword. At this moment, the sword shadows are flying in Pei Ye's hands, stabbing, chopping, and swinging from the top of his head, from his waist, and from behind. Pei Ye's body is like a flower composed of sword shadows blooming.

Facing this sword flower, Cheng Jianghong was like a cutter, and every petal struck his sword with a clear sound.

It stands to reason that in order to block such fast swords from all directions, his sword must be too fast to catch, but it is not. His sword path is very clear, without any afterimage, clean and simple, as if it can always be blocked with one sword. Pei Ye used 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.

Fierce eyesight and calm handling of the sword.

Pei Ye secretly admired it in his heart.

As for Cheng Jianghong, he is not so casual.

He was originally happy to see Hunter Xin and wanted to measure the swordsmanship of this talented young man, so he put away his true energy from the sword from the beginning and only used a lifetime of true energy to strengthen his body.

But as soon as the first sword was exchanged, his sword was almost knocked off directly.

Only then did he realize that the young man in front of him not only had amazing talent in swordsmanship, but also had an astounding physique. It wasn't until he released half of his true energy, which was the Sansheng level, that the power of his sword was equal to that of his opponent.

But when he returned to sword fighting, he actually felt a little frustrated. The sword in the opponent's hand was so simple and even crude, but he couldn't spare any room to counterattack.

Moreover, this young man is also a bit too alert to the enemy. He can hide seven hidden ideas in the five swords. Although most of them are directly seen by him, there are always some places that are well hidden. The sudden and tricky angles make him distracted. Startled.

The two of them attacked and defended like this, fighting thirty or fifty moves. Although it was not as thrilling as the previous one, it was much better to watch.

The turning point occurred when Pei Ye used the first move of Fuliu Sword for the third time.

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

There is nothing he can do, he knows how to use this sword.

Cheng Jianghong had long seen through this simple swordsmanship.

Pei Ye tried hard to use a novel move, but the upper, lower, left and right sides were blocked. After two blows, Cheng Jianghong's sword came forward.

Pei Ye sighed. This was the first time that he was inferior to others in a sword competition - he had already keenly felt that the other party controlled the power to the same extent as himself, and there was no infusing energy into the sword.

But at this moment, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration as the opponent pressed towards his powerless sword.

Isn't this just a mantis stalking a cicada?

Blessed to the soul, the impression is in my heart, and the first posture of the Sparrow Department, which has never been practiced once, flows out of my hands.

【Flying Bronze Shadow】

The young man's helpless swordsmanship aura praised by Ming Qitian burst out again.

To practice this swordsmanship, ordinary people must be familiar with the moves, and only after many times of practical experience can they grasp the true meaning of cicada and sparrow. Then you can try to leave the raft to reach the shore to attract attention - that is, you don't need to use the cicada sword as a support. As long as the situation is really suitable for a mantis to catch cicadas, you can use the bird sword at any time.

But just like he suddenly realized [Yuntian covers his eyes and loses his feathers] in the wine cellar, at this time, he had not even practiced the "Cicada Sword" once before he suddenly realized the true meaning.

Of course, the sword moves that had never been used before were indeed very awkward. As soon as the sword appeared in Pei Ye's field of vision, he saw three areas that needed correction.

But its true meaning has been firmly grasped by the young man, and the sword is still light and fast, and deadly enough!

Cheng Jianghong almost broke into a cold sweat.

The old man outside the court also squinted his eyes at this time, showing some hesitation, as if he was making a choice.

This sword is indeed beautiful.

The sword moves are excellent, the timing is precise, and the intention is clever.

Chengjiang Hongjian had already pounced on the cicada, and he couldn't avoid the oriole's sudden move.

So I had no choice but to.

A brighter sword light rose from his hand.

At this moment, he could burst out the true energy of his four realms and use his realm to overwhelm the sword, but he finally decided to end it with the sword.

According to legend from Tianshan, [Marry branches and attend banquets].

Chengjiang Hongren stepped back, but his sword was still thrusting forward, as if his arm suddenly grew longer out of thin air.

But when I looked closer, I discovered that he had attached the scabbard to the hilt of the sword!

This is undoubtedly his ultimate sword. This sword is already good enough, but the grafting movement in the middle is even more magical. Not only does it not detract from the sword's power at all, it actually makes it even better.

When the scabbard is connected, the strength of the hand holding the scabbard is transmitted simultaneously. In this way, the power of both hands is merged into one sword, which is both fast and heavy.

In fact, this is not the full power of this sword - when the actual enemy is faced, the scabbard is already filled with true energy when it is held in the hand, and it is only waiting for the explosion at the time of grafting.

The two swords crossed each other and stopped almost at the same time. The wind stopped and the sound was quiet, and the moon and stars became sparse.

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

Pei Ye smiled, sheathed his sword and returned, straightened his posture, and bowed with his sword in conviction.

Zhu Gaoyang is right. Only when you fight with people of similar level using swordsmanship of similar level can you clearly see what you lack.

If he wants to win today, he must either reach the realm of four lives in cultivation and use better bones to defeat skill; or he must learn better swordsmanship.

And if a two-pronged approach is taken, then the conditions for victory are probably: the realm of two lives or three lives, and the Cicada Sword is under control - if it was not the first time that I used [Flying Bronze Shadow] just now, the sword might be just a few meters away from the opponent's throat. Not four inches, but two inches, one inch.

Of course, I can defeat it now—as long as I use the Flying Goose Sword Style on a Snowy Night.

But that's meaningless. This is just a competition. If you take it out as soon as you see that you are going to lose, how can you get rid of dependence?

Feiyan on a snowy night cast a huge shadow at the beginning of his kendo path, which was both a shield and a cover. The first step out of this shadow was to dare to lose and be able to lose.

The two of them walked back, and Pei Ye picked up the scabbard, returned it to the sword, and picked up the colder food again.

Then suddenly there were several dry "pa, pa, pa" sounds from the side. Pei Ye turned around and saw Zhang Junxue raising her hand to slap the two of them. When he saw it, he put down his hand again and started again. Move your silent gaze to the ground.

Cheng Jianghong sheathed his sword and walked over, and raised his hand to his father-in-law: "I wonder if my superficial skills will catch the eyes of my seniors?"

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

Contrary to the speculation brought by the walking stick, the old man's face did not have the slightest trace of dust. Instead, his complexion was slender and white. He did not appear to be exposed to wind and sun. The fine wrinkles on his face looked like silk scarves. Tiny waves.

His nose is high and his lips are thick, his eyes are a little larger and smaller, and he is full of smiles.

Seriously, this is not a good look, like a white-faced weasel.

This metaphor crossed his mind, and Pei Ye quickly cut it off in embarrassment.

"You say you are shallow. Aren't you afraid of losing your master's reputation?" the old man said hoarsely, "A disciple from Tianshan Mountain, dare to ask about the name of your respected master?"

"I'm ashamed. I only studied in the outer sect and have never been a disciple of a senior master. My sword master is Master Chu Xiaochi."

"Oh? Your swordsmanship talent and achievements should be enough to be admitted to Fangchiyuan."

".I am determined to have an official career, so I have no choice but to reject the teacher's kindness."

"Hmm. That's why you returned to your hometown to participate in the martial arts competition. From this point of view, Tianshan is indeed true to its name - not only does it allow outer disciples to come and go freely, but as long as they perform well during the period of assignment, they will also be given a gift before leaving. An opportunity to learn swordsmanship at a higher level. Is this how you got your last sword?"

"Yes, it's the "Eight Horsemen Sword". I'm not talented enough. I only memorized two moves in three days. It took me more than a month of practice before I used it - I don't know if I used it correctly." Talking about the master's sect, Cheng Jianghong's gratitude was beyond words, and he sighed, "This is the only big sect in the world that can teach authentic martial arts through some hard work, especially if it allows its disciples to find their own way out after learning the martial arts. If they can achieve something in the future, they will definitely Do your best for the teacher."

The old man chuckled: "Your cultivation has hindered the way of swordsmanship."

Cheng Jianghong smiled bitterly: "Yes, that's why I want to buy the Climbing Pill so much."

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

"Senior!" Cheng Jianghong didn't know what to say for a moment.

Pei Ye looked at the older brother, and he was very familiar with the words "cultivation hinders sword skills".

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

He walked out of a remote place like Shao County, went to the cold mountains as a young man, joined a completely unfamiliar sect, worked hard and studied hard as the lowest level, and finally learned the true art.

After being appreciated, he was still able to refuse the bright future that had opened to him, and resolutely returned to his hometown to start fighting at the lowest level in the martial arts competition, just because his youthful ambition was to become an official.

However, after twenty years of struggling in a difficult situation, his body could not get enough medicine and food, and his cultivation would inevitably decline. Therefore, he inquired about the Dengjie Pill early and raised money to come to the city to seek it.

How could such a determined and determined person not be worthy of a Climbing Pill?

"Dare you ask me about my senior's name and origin?" Cheng Jianghong calmed down his emotions, cupped his fists and said, "I will definitely remember my kindness today."

The old man smiled and shook his head: "No name, no surname, meeting each other in the rivers and lakes, just happy to see the hunter."

Then he looked at Pei Ye and said, "Young hero, your sword is not bad, but the Eight Horse Sword is better."

Pei Ye quickly clasped his fists and said, "I am convinced that I have lost."

What happened tonight was very new to him, and it felt like the words were reflected in reality. When a world-traveling master and a sincere cultivator meet each other, the senior is willing to take a treasure pill to guide the younger generation without even leaving his name afterwards.

Although this adventure that the three of them encountered did not happen to him in the end, the feeling of truly making friends through martial arts made him very satisfied.

"Now that the Climbing Pill has been obtained, do you want to return to Shao County or continue to Zhoucheng?" The old man asked Cheng Jianghong again.

"We still have to go to Zhoucheng. We will leave early in the morning." Cheng Jianghong answered the old man.

"Mao Shi?"

"almost."

"Go south out of town on Main Street?"

".Yes." Cheng Jianghong was a little confused.

"Then, see you later." The old man smiled at Cheng Jianghong and stopped going back to the inn. He turned around and walked towards the fields.

There were only three people left on the field.

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

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"This is just a competition, there is no talk of victory or defeat. Since the senior has given something, let's share it together." Cheng Jianghong said as he uncorked the bottle, and a brown pill lay quietly in it.

Pei Ye immediately waved his hand: "No! There is no such reason. Victory is victory. The rules are agreed upon from the beginning. Brother Cheng, just 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 refused. Finally, Pei Ye smiled and said: "Brother Cheng, take it. When the time comes for the martial arts competition, no one may be better than the other."

Cheng Jianghong naturally thought it was a joke and reluctantly took it back to his waist without eagerly taking it.

Since the origin of this elixir is unknown, it must be returned to the city to be appraised before consumption - after all, they cannot question the authenticity of the elixir in front of their seniors.

But in general, the old man's purpose in the whole process was to watch a competition and see who was the most powerful. There was nothing unusual about it.

After this conversation, the three of them got to know each other a lot. When they returned to the inn, Cheng Jianghong woke up the waiter and ordered two bottles of wine and several plates of cold cuts of meat. Zhang Junxue listened quietly, and Pei Ye, Cheng Jianghong and the two started chatting. .

The two talked about their first half of life, their ambitions, and sword practice, and later they talked about Tianshan. Pei Ye inquired about many things about this sect.

"Little brother, do you want to worship in Tianshan? Your talent should be able to directly enter the inner gate."

"No, I have a friend who may be visiting Tianshan Mountain recently."

"Oh? Tianshan generally does not accept outsiders. Even if they want to visit relatives and friends, the disciples will go down the mountain to meet in the city."

"No, she is - forget it, I don't understand either, let's talk about something else."

"OK."

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As the night gradually faded, Cheng Jianghong used his true energy to relieve his drunkenness, stood up and said, "I have to leave first. See you in the city."

"Why don't we wait until tomorrow?"

Cheng Jianghong smiled and picked up his luggage: "I have an appointment with someone, and I have to arrive before tomorrow night. I have opened an upper room for each of you. Go up and have a good rest."

The two sent Cheng Jianghong to the door, watched the figure slowly go away, and then turned back to the inn.

Pei Ye carried her luggage and watched Zhang Junxue tie the small cloth bag on her wrist, pick up the packages one by one, and then turned and went upstairs together.

"Miss Zhang, shall we go together tomorrow?" Pei Ye asked before opening the door.

"good."

"When do you leave tomorrow?"

Zhang Junxue looked at his unknowingly dirty face and said, "Waiting for you to wake up."

"good!"

——

When Pei Ye opened his eyes the next day, the sun was already bright enough to be dazzling.

After washing up, I went out and saw that Zhang Junxue had already sat downstairs and finished her meal.

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

Pei Ye is a big bay horse, and Zhang Junxue is a yellow and white pony - exactly the kind that Feng Huai's groom advised Pei Ye to choose.

It was already noon when I went out, and it was not cool today. Qiuhu Ling Pei Ye started to feel thirsty after walking a mile.

Turning around, Zhang Junxue took out a watery pear and was eating it. Sensing Pei Ye's gaze, she paused and took out another one from the package: "Do you want to eat it?"

Pei Ye nodded sheepishly and asked, "Are there any pears for sale at the inn just now?"

"I brought it from home."

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

Zhang Junxue handed the pear to Pei Ye, but did not take her hand back. She pointed at the black cat hesitantly: "Then, can I touch it?"

"Here," Pei Ye took the pear and glanced at the black cat, "are you willing?"

The black cat glanced at him indifferently and dug into the bag.

".Sorry, it doesn't seem to be happy."

"Yeah." Zhang Junxue said muffledly.

Not long after walking, we arrived at the entrance of the town, only to see a clutter of people in the woods beside the road. Many people were gathered outside, and there were also people who looked like policemen coming in and out with frowns.

This scene somewhat touched Pei Ye's recent repressed memory. When the two of them passed by on the road, he glanced inside and said to himself: "What's going on? Is anyone dead?"

As soon as he finished speaking, through the gap between the moving shadows of the trees, Pei Ye saw what seemed to be a corpse sitting softly under the tree.

Just then I heard a policeman running up to the man who looked like a head catcher and saying, "I took out a martial arts qualification document from my bag. The man is from Shao County, his name is Cheng Jianghong."

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