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".Forget it, it's nothing."

Changsun Jue didn't answer, and lowered his head to flip through the names again. The booklet was very detailed, and there was no information about the swordsman's appearance or age, but each name's origin, swordsmanship inheritance, swordplay achievements, and deeds in the world There were records and so on. Zhang Sunjue flipped through them intently, his eyes shining brightly, as if he had plunged into another world.

The apple of Taichang Qing's eldest son Xuanlu's eye, he would hide various swordsman novels under his pillow since he was a child, read the thrilling stories in them, and imagine the dashing and heroic characters in them. Unfortunately, she didn't have much knowledge before getting acquainted with this friend next to her. A chance to connect with that distant world.

"Hey, I also read the story of 'The White Ape Passes on the Sword'. Is there really a sect called the White Ape Cave?"

"The last three of the thirty-three sword sects can sometimes produce a unique swordsman, but that's it."

"Then is this Zhang Chao's sword really taught by apes?"

"His master taught me."

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At first glance, Cui Zhaoye does not look like a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old. It is not that she has a precocious appearance, but that she seems to have lost interest in too many things early on. The most eye-catching thing about her pretty face is her eyes, which look like the most beautiful ones in the world. Exquisite craftsmen carefully carved it out of black colored glaze, but no matter how much effort they put into it, it would never be so clever and divine.

He penetrates everything in this way and at the same time his eyes are drooping, giving him the look of a mountain master.

She is now wearing a beautiful purple dress, and she is not afraid of looking too conspicuous in the sword academy.

After crossing a few streets, the carriage and horses stopped at the entrance of the Sword Xiuyuan.

Changsun Jue followed Cui Zhaoye out of the car. The sword academy was still so quiet and simple. She knew that there were only more than a hundred swordsmen in it, and they were a collection of swordsmen from the entire Tang Dynasty.

Cui Zhaoye seemed to be very familiar with it. He knocked on the door and handed over the name card. Soon someone came to greet them. The two of them only brought one maid, and several people followed the guide into the black door.

Changsun Jue became very low-key and quiet when he entered the sword courtyard. Cui Zhaoye stepped back and walked half-step, only looking around with a pair of bright eyes and pursed lips, as if he was worried about disturbing the swordsman who was somewhere.

However, she did not have the opportunity to observe the sword courtyard too much. Soon they passed through a door and had a wide view, arriving at the sword field.

More than twenty swordsmen in ordinary clothes are already standing here, chatting with each other in small groups. Their swords and the way they hold them are different. Some are hung on the waist, some are carried in the hand, and some are hung on the back. There is also one person who carries six swords on his back.

Those were indeed this year's outstanding swordsmen. Everyone seemed to have a story hidden in them. Changsun Jue was staring intently, but Cui Zhaoye pulled her. The three of them did not stay here, but boarded a table in the corner. A small attic.

This is indeed an unobtrusive and comfortable view.

Changsun Jue looked out the window, opened his eyes and said, "It's begun!"

Cui Zhaoye glanced at him, but first picked up a pot and made tea.

"Who are these two swordsmen?" Changsun Jue turned around and asked.

The man on the left hand side of the field was thin, but his arms were quite long. He had a long sword behind his back and was looking at the ground with his eyebrows downcast. His body seemed to be extremely relaxed.

The person on the right is wearing a Taoist bun. He is still talking and laughing with the people in the audience, standing very loosely.

"I have to wait for the sword to be used, and I don't recognize him."

As soon as the words fell, the sword ceremony was held on the field. The next moment, the two sword uniforms were shocked like a rainbow. The shadow of the sword bloomed sharp flowers on the field in an instant, and countless petals disappeared in an instant.

The strength of the long-armed man's figure was obvious, and there seemed to be invisible pedals in the air. Every move of the man's sword was directed upwards and downwards. This kind of sword technique that does not touch the ground is indeed unique in the world, and it is by no means strange. It has its own complete set of sending and receiving offense and defense. It is not an exaggeration to call it a "different sword". The person who picks up the sword is often constrained at every turn. .

But the person in the bun still has a sense of leisurely strolling in the courtyard. It feels like I am holding an umbrella while a heavy rain falls. My body moves with each step and my sword moves with me. The whole person is almost a little unpredictable.

The dozen or so fights passed by in the blink of an eye, and the next moment it was as if rain suddenly pierced the umbrella cover. The man in the bun suddenly stopped walking, and he put away the sword shadow that filled the sky like an umbrella. The long-armed men landed on the ground at the same time, and with a twist of their feet, the first stance of the ground-treading sword was launched at this moment. It was as if dozens of collisions and moves in the air were condensed into one sword, and the blade went straight towards the standing opponent. And go.

But at the next moment, the person who had made up his mind to do the bun suddenly dodged again, leaned on the ground and swept behind the opponent in an arc.

However, the long-armed swordsman seemed to have eyesight from behind, or maybe the sword was pointed towards the back. A stunning and clever sword light lit up on the field. He bowed back and returned his arm. At this time, Changsun Jue finally knew that the rather long sword was What are the uses of the arms? They formed a strange and beautiful posture in conjunction with the flexibility of the body. The sword stopped five inches in front of the swordsman's throat.

However, the next moment, his face dropped slightly, and when he turned his eyes, he was surprised to find that the sword in Daoji's hand had been resting on the side of his neck.

Cui Zhaoye drank tea and looked down. Changsun Jue turned back with bright eyes: "Sister Cui, do you know now?"

When talking about sword matters, Cui Zhaoye showed a rare expression of seriousness. He put down his tea cup and said, "The man on the left is Zhang Chao. He is responsible for the inheritance of "Ape Gong Sword" and is said to be the most talented person in Baiyuan Cave in the past thirty years." The name of the last sword just now is [Old Ape's Review]. People say that "the ape must have four lives for his three kills." This move is one of the "three kills". As far as sword moves are concerned, it is indeed a top-notch kill in the world. trick."

"Then the other swordsman must be more powerful?"

"The one on the right is Wen Li from the Jingming Taoist sect. Among the Taoist swordsmen, the Qingwei, Shenxiao, and Jingming sects all focus on cultivating their minds, and they often see through the true sword moves, and breaking the moves is what they are good at." Cui Zhaoye tapped the teacup gently, paused, and sighed, "But if you ask me, they are actually swordsmen of the same level."

". This Wenli gentleman clearly won, didn't he?"

"If you read a few more collections, you would easily beat him when playing Feihua Ling. It's not about the difference in literary talent." Cui Zhaoye handed her a cup of tea, "Zhang Chao is the only one from the three small sects this year. His foundation is still weak, and he should be ranked last among all the swordsmen. And Wen Li has the advantage of breaking the moves and a high background, so it's not surprising that he won."

Chang Sun Jue pondered curiously: "What is that? What is the quality of the ‘sword’? ”

Cui Zhaoye was silent for a moment, but he lazily opened the scroll and picked up the pen: “These two sentences cannot be finished. It is not the achievement of accomplishment, nor is it a matter of words. ‘I have been looking for a swordsman for thirty years, and the leaves have fallen and branches have grown several times’. The real sword in the world can only be encountered but not sought. ”

“Is there no one even in the Chang’an Sword Academy?”

“If there is one true one among a hundred false ones, I will be satisfied.” Cui Zhaoye sighed lightly, “Coming here every year is like scratching paper in a casino, hoping that there will be one out of more than 20 pieces. It’s annoying. I feel bored because of your questions. It is obvious that this year is a particularly excellent class, and there are so many swordsmen waiting to be tested.”

Changsun Jue pursed his lips and glanced at her, but didn’t care, leaned over and looked at it with relish.