The Lord who use immortals as food

In Shaolong Mansion, a sword tower and a crane tower were built.

A gathering of talents.

Chen Lihuai was sitting in the middle, and the young swordsmen from the Jade Sword Pavilion that day were scattered around. The lecture on swords had been going on for three and a half days, and all the furniture was familiar. They had been practicing swordplay for several days, answering each other's questions, and there was much inspiration and laughter.

The autumn air is crisp in the afternoon, and the wind is high when the building is high. Looking down from here, you can see half of the eaves of Shaolongfu City.

"So from a geographical perspective, Shaolong swordsmanship originated in the north, flows to the southeast, and irrigates the west." The venue was leisurely and quiet, Chen Lihuai smiled softly, "Feiyan Sword Sect often said, 'take over the black clothes and carry forward the ambition of the swan' , the 'Wu Yi Jian Tang' died in Huaishi Prefecture one hundred and sixty years ago, and the 'Hu Sword Sect' that came to power disappeared between Yu and Xiang in the previous dynasty - sixty-seven out of ten of the current Longxi Sword Sects are influenced by his legacy , it’s exactly this way.”

The swordsmen nodded thoughtfully, and many wrote notes in the booklets. For many small sects with weak training, being able to listen to the famous masters of the Sword Xiu Academy combing the way of Shaolong swordsmanship is undoubtedly a rare opportunity to advance in the swordsmanship.

Guan Qianyan had heard of this sword theory before, and tapped the holder of his pen with his chin, while Ren Zixin quickly took note of it, raised his pen with a tense face, and quickly frowned to listen to the next part of the story.

Guan Qianyan tilted her head and couldn't help but whisper: "It seems that your "Wuyi Sword" is different from what was passed down by Wuyi Sword Hall back then?"

Ren Zixin was startled: "Yes, my father said that three moves were missing, and the founder added one and a half moves. Later, several generations of masters continued to repair it, and it became what it is now."

Nine days had passed since the registration meeting, and the two girls who met in the teahouse had become familiar with each other. Ren Zixin felt more and more that this true disciple of Kongtong had no airs and was outspoken. He had been sitting with her for the past three days.

However, despite the green skirt next to Qianyan, she never had the chance to say much.

Ren Zixin's eyes stayed on it. The girl was looking down at a sword book, and her eyebrows were very beautiful.

In my impression, this girl had a gentle temperament, always had a light smile on her lips, and was like a spring breeze when talking. But Ren Zixin would always remember the scene in the Jade Sword Pavilion that day. Among the seven or eight figures that emerged, she was the only one in the realm of the Vein Tree, unsheathed. The sharp green light was not directed towards the boy in front of the hall, but towards Xuanmen, who was the first one to jump towards him.

Fortunately, her companion in light gray clothes suppressed her out-of-control emotions and body. When they met again, she had calmly smiled and nodded to her.

Today, this face still has an unconscious smile, and its eyes are quietly focused on the book.

"If you look at it based on imagery, what do you think the origin of Shaolong's swordsmanship should be?" Chen Lihuai looked around with a smile on the stage.

This is a more interesting question. If the disciples of the regional change sect just now have a lot of understanding, then there are some different opinions on the theory of image, and it is closer to the essence of swordsmanship.

The swordsmen who stayed on Hetai talked a lot. Many of the Longnan sword sect mentioned Luoying, while others mentioned Mingzhu. The evolution of swordsmanship to this day has so many images that it is difficult to trace its origin.

Chen Lihuai listened to everyone's discussion with a smile, and after a while he said: "'Peach blossoms fall from thirty gates'. Many people have mentioned this, and it is right. Nan Zhenzhuan performed the Luo Ying Sword for us yesterday, and the Longnan Yingjie who came to the stage to fight later Everyone said that it has benefited a lot. This is indeed the most conspicuous path, and the Luoying Sword has been the main line in Longnan for the past two hundred years."

"Then this is the image closest to us in Shaolong Kendo - flower, we list it as one of them." Chen Lihuai smiled, "However, the rivers and mountains of Shaolong have flowed for thousands of years. Before Patriarch Luoying established the sect, Kendo Already prosperous, does anyone know what these ancient hidden veins refer to?"

Some people were slightly confused, while others turned their attention to the Mingzhu Shuixie group. Qi Mengchen nodded: "Answering your question, Mingzhu Shuixie is not a sect out of nowhere. My master often said that we inherited the ancient sword, so I think we have some origins."

Chen Lihuai nodded: "Of course. The Guimen Sword Lineage can be traced back two or three thousand years ago. This lineage has spread, changed, and disappeared all the way, and many of it has changed from its original appearance. Nowadays, there are many people who have been irrigated, but there are very few representatives. . The only traces left are the Mingzhu Waterside Pavilion, the Five Swords Paradise, the Yuquan Mountain Spring Vein, and the Guanhu Sword Gate."

Chen Lihuai said gently: "This image is exactly 'Yuan'."

Sword intentions such as deep repression, boundlessness, and coldness, as well as Dragon Ball stories and swords forged in deep springs, are all the spirit of the Great Abyss. Swords elsewhere in the Tang Dynasty indeed rarely have this kind of coldness and heaviness.

"This is the ancient vein, and we Shaolong still have the last more ancient 'hidden vein' - can anyone imagine it?"

The swordsmen did not discuss it for a moment, but were slightly confused. Many people thought of Kongtong, and some thought of Yunyang Tower and Lujian Villa, but they had no clue. Obviously, unlike Shuixie and Luoyingshan, their own family knew their own affairs. It seems that this "hidden vein" has no descendants.

"It's obvious when you're close, and it's hidden when you're old. That's why." Chen Lihuai said in a slow voice, "You can count the number of sword sects in the world, and those who are obvious in ancient times must be the best in the world. However, 'hidden' does not disappear. It has been passed down through the dynasties. Migration, although no one gradually knows its name, it just spreads wider and sinks deeper, and is no longer so conspicuous. "

At this time, someone said: "I wonder if this is where Kongtong is located?"

Chen Lihuai smiled: "When talking about Shaolong Sword, Kongtong must be mentioned. If this kind of image is avoided by Kongtong, it cannot be called Shaolong Sword Intention. However, we often say 'big Kongtong' but not 'gu Kongtong'. "Tong', the sword of Boduo is a gathering rather than a successor. This meaning is inherent in it, but it is not the main source of it - do you know which peak's sword it is?"

The stage was quiet for a while, and Chen Lihuai said: "It's "The Ming of Fengshan" by Caiwu Peak."

The swordsmen were either startled or confused, and they all started talking for a while. Chen Lihuai smiled and said softly: "If anyone is still aware of Shaolong's last ancient image, then maybe we are the only ones who came from the north."

There was a moment of silence on the stage, and everyone turned their attention to Nantai, who was wearing a green dress.

Almost everyone has recognized this young master. She studied under a remote teacher, but her skills shocked everyone the first time she stepped down to try the sword. Her skill with the sword and her sharpness and tenacity with the sword were astonishing. Later, it was said that she was a woman with jade. Fei Guzhuan, and has long been qualified to practice swordsmanship, is quite mysterious.

And when we get along with her, she speaks and behaves appropriately, just like the spring breeze. After a few days, many people prefer to stand next to her.

At this time, the woman in the green skirt smiled in surprise, stood up from the book and said: "When I was a child, I read the mountain classics and there was a sentence about 'continuing the feather veins'. I think it might be 'feather'?"

Chen Lihuai happily pawed his hands: "Not bad, not bad! Only with such a true lineage can we learn about the real sword from the ancient times - I have said that Jade Fei Mountain is the remnant of sword fire, but it is a pity that it has disappeared for two hundred years and no one believes it."

"Fengshan Ming" written by Kongtong was formerly known as Xunfengtang; "Wuyijian" written by Feiyan Jianmen can be traced back to Wuyijiantang and Hujian Sect; "Mayfly Transforms into Hong" written by Yuquanshan was taken from "Mustard Seed" "Sword" and "Honghu Sword" are from the center, west, east and north respectively, and the one closest to the north is the Jade Fei Mountain four hundred years ago," Chen Lihuai said with a smile, "This is the new one created by Shaolong Sword Academy. I will share it with all of you now and discuss it with everyone involved. It will definitely benefit both of us."

New discoveries related to the swordsmanship itself are always of great value. Such achievements are communicated to various sects, which is obviously the great sincerity of the imperial court to integrate the world.

Li Mingqing bowed and sat down, lowered her head and opened the book she had just closed. Guan Qianyan, who was next to her, immediately pounced on her and said, "What are you looking at! So fascinated!"

Li Mingqing quickly closed it again and said with a calm smile: "Nothing."

Guan Qianyan was reluctant and reached out to turn the page: "I haven't even closed my mouth."

"It makes no sense." Li Mingqing smiled helplessly and unfolded it for her.

There was indeed a page of letter in the book. The handwriting on it was clean and clear. Guan Qianyan caught a glimpse of a line: "Since you have been accustomed to [walking on water to pick scales] for a long time, just understand [breaking soil] from it. Pei Ye wants you to Putting the two together, it is his own irresponsible way to learn the sword. You are a fourteen-year-old Jade Fei Zhengzhuan. You should learn [Carrying the New Corpse] from the principles of swordsmanship. Read first."

Li Mingqing closed it: "Read it, the sword master wrote me a letter before. Can't I read it twice more?"

There was indeed a faint and gentle smile on her face just now, which was the expression she should have when seeing the handwriting of someone she loves and respects. Guan Qianyan was also a little envious at this time, pouted and looked away.

Li Mingqing smiled faintly, moved the book towards her, and continued to lower her head.

This time she gently opened the letter sent by Master Mingjian, revealing a page buried underneath.

It was another piece of stationery with some dirty wrinkles and crooked handwriting.

These ink marks are sometimes dark and sometimes shallow, crooked and messy, and appear messy and dirty. It can be seen that the person who wrote is not only unfamiliar with the pen, but also must have been in a difficult writing environment.

"Qing Qing,

sorry.

I moved the sword without telling you. I was unconscious for six days, which must have made you anxious and busy for a long time.

But you don't have to worry now. I'm already on the bus to Shenjing. The people in charge are very nice to me and help me heal and feed me. I also have friends in Shenjing, so don't worry.

(The pen and ink hesitated here for a while)

Qingqing, you wrote me many letters when you were in Kongtong, but I didn’t reply to you. In each letter, you advised me not to be impulsive, but I didn’t listen to each letter.

At that time, I really felt that the heavy darkness was pressing down on us from the sky. I couldn't stretch my arms and couldn't breathe. The Immortal Lord is watching covetously in my body, trying to devour me; everything is dark outside, and there is a tense fog everywhere. You are always faced with invincible enemies, and you are still burdened with hatred that cannot be fulfilled. I really want to pierce them all, Qingqing.

It suppresses us so much that we don't look like ourselves anymore. Every time I think of you happily saying, "Cuiyu Jianmen is about to stand up," and the two of us rowing happily in the lake, I always feel that it was an unhappy event. Real dreams.

But I still want to give it back to us.

Because I also don’t want to see you like that, Qingqing.

Carrying the heavy hatred of the master on myself, I know that the Cuiyu Sword Sect would rather be broken than broken, so I prefer to see it spreading its wings toward the sun instead of being in the shadows, ready to die with the enemy at any time.

You are so smart and your smile is so pretty, so you should smile more. (This sentence was scratched out with thick ink, and then reproduced next to it with another clear and fine pen.)

Anyway, I'm sorry, Qing Qing, I was still angry with you at that time.

You gave me Xiao Shu Cui as a gift when we were separated, but I didn’t say a word to you. In fact, I had a lot to say to you. Later I heard that we should exchange poems when we separated, but I couldn’t think of it at this time, and I didn’t The collection of poems can be translated. Anyway, I always do the wrong things recklessly, Qingqing, I'm sorry.

Let's take Jade Fei Mountain back to its former glory. At least Shaolong is clean now. "

This piece of paper was preciously and carefully smoothed out among the pages. It had obviously been read more than once. Li Mingqing gently stroked the still wrinkled corners. At this time, Chen Lihuai on the stage smiled and said: "Why did the Jade Fei Sword leave?" Yu's intention is closer, we will find out if we ask the young master and Mr. Bai Fei to try the sword for us."

Guan Qianyan tilted her head to look at the girl beside her, and saw that infatuated smile between her brows again. She closed the book and murmured: "You always give me the power to illuminate my heart."

Then she raised her head with a sigh, raised her sword and bowed politely, and walked into the center of the stage amid the cheers of the crowd.

The carriage had been running for a long time.

It was already close to the Yunlang territory, and it was a field under the moon. The autumn night was cool and quiet, and there was only the sound of the woman stroking the paper gently in the carriage.

"Ms. Ming,

I deliberately sent this letter to you very late. When you received it, it was about seven days later.

I am very happy that I bought you pear soup that day and gave you the poem I prepared for a long time because later I realized that things in the world are really unpredictable. Always thinking about "what I will do in the future" is actually burying the fuse for lifelong regrets.

Ms. Ming, thank you for teaching me swordsmanship. I will also teach you how to play chess!

Look at the chessboard I drew below. In swordplay, you can counter the moves, but in chess, it is taboo to play one step at a time. Once you follow the rhythm of others, it's over.

Chess requires constant linkage and counterattack The two methods I am most familiar with are "returning the horse with the cannon from behind" and "advancing the cannon two times". You should practice the routine first, and then integrate it, and you will naturally become more and more powerful.

I also have a very powerful killer move called "eating the rook in six steps". I have not met another person who can do it so far, so I will teach you now.

"

Ming Qitian read the letter carefully. The boy really wrote every step very carefully. No one has ever taught her to play so carefully and seriously, but the woman did not outline the appearance of the chess pieces in her mind as she was telling the story. This letter was too sudden, too restrained, and too inexplicable. The emotions hidden behind the wording made her a little uneasy.

They had just separated for less than ten days, why did they send such a letter?

Ming Qitian could not think of what happened for a moment, but she had already opened the second letter at hand.

This letter was much newer, the handwriting was much uglier, and there was no such wording of "keeping it for later", which was clearly written two hours ago.

"It's okay, Miss Ming. We'll fight in person next time we meet.

You are not allowed to learn my tricks."

Ming Qitian stared at the short note in a daze. The two letters came one after another. She still didn't know what happened, but the awkward look of the young man who survived the disaster touching his head was already in front of her.

She couldn't help but smile lightly, but she also missed him at the same time. The moon was hanging quietly in the autumn field. I don't know when "the next meeting" will be.

And two thousand miles away, the solemn carriage that detained the young man in the mountains finally drove into the city of Shenjing. Unfortunately, it was completely different from the scene he imagined. The cage was deep and the curtains were tight. Except for the "thump thump" of the horse's hooves stepping on the stones, he could not feel anything about this magnificent and magnificent city that never sleeps.

Pei Ye lay on his back in the cage, the iron chain was heavy, and his body was still weak. He had a better way to embrace this prosperous land, flowers, brocade, reputation, status, power. But he still chose mud and shackles.

He had never felt so at ease and peaceful in his heart, even though he dreamed of the face that invited him to go with him under the moonlight last night. He still felt sad.

Pei Ye listened to the sound of horse hooves stepping on stones, the rhythm was like a song. He gently knocked on the cage rails, and Yan Feiqing, who was meditating, opened his eyes: "What's the matter?"

The young man did not turn his head, looking at the roof of the car, and spoke softly for a long time.

"According to your Taoist teachings, what exactly is 'life'?"

"."

Yan Feiqing was silent for two hours, and there was no word in the car. The autumn night was so quiet, only the horse hooves stepped on the stones, like a song.

——

It is said:

Friends and teachers gather and part, one heart and one sword.

Last night, we drank and talked under the moon, and the world is uncertain.

I am alone in the world again, and I have dreamed of the capital several times.

Smiles are always born for swordsmen, I wish you have no talent but life.

(End of Volume 2)