The Lord who use immortals as food

Although he was not very excited about the two swordsmen, Cui Zhaoye actually enjoyed watching this sword fight. She had seen too many swords over the years and had passed the stage of being surprised by exquisite sword styles. The beauty brought by swords was actually within her expectations.

But it did not mean that these two people were ordinary.

Cui Zhaoye liked to stroll in Shenjing City on weekdays, especially in places like Zhuque Sword Platform and West Pond at night, where there were always many swordsmen trying out swords. If he suddenly found a good one among the mediocre ones, it was like buying a delicious sweet ice cream in summer.

Cui Zhaoye often wrote a short note to the other party, and soon there would be newspapers and book clubs to find them. If the swordsman agreed, these sword reviews would be published immediately. The most recent one was the day before yesterday, the direct descendant of Nanyue Mountain, Bian Weiji, who was really good at using swords. Nanyue Mountain was also a new sect for her.

And the annual trip to the Sword Training Academy was to attend a long-awaited feast.

There will be no taste of shoddy, "good" and "excellent" are not enough, you must be the best of a certain school to stand here.

Here she will not cast a glance at a sweet ice, and the exquisitely carved fruit plate is just a free appetizer. At this time, she is particularly looking forward to something that really surprises her, trembles her soul, and is like the phoenix cry of Kunshan jade. I want to see the true top swordsmen reveal their essence in "sword" in tit-for-tat, and everyone will have a different wonderful taste.

Now Cui Zhaoye dipped the ink and picked up the pen very seriously, writing down the most direct feelings and thoughts about this sword in two pages. After returning, she will carefully improve and write sword reviews for each swordsman. These sword reviews will not be delivered to the Times, but will be carefully sorted into the materials for writing sword works, and only the requests of the Sword Academy and even the sword schools will be accepted.

"Zhang Chao, the root is weak and the branches are tough, the heart is too hard and almost rigid, the sword has dead air, it is suitable to enter the way of withered sword."

The chess and sword games passed one by one, and there were wonderful wins and losses between each group. Changsun Jue watched intently and remembered their names one by one. In her opinion, of course, each one was extremely powerful, but Cui Zhaoye could always give a clear assessment of each one.

The next one that caught the attention of both of them was a red dress in a free and bright manner.

The man faced a man with a hairpin and a high crown. The man did not use the Chang'an Daosheng sword, but tied a sword around his waist.

This fight lasted a long time. The man's swordsmanship was obviously superior, but he was repeatedly constrained in chess and sword. Even Changsun Jue could see the extraordinaryness of this woman with a majestic appearance. Her swordsmanship was graceful and neat, and she often showed magic. Although she did not understand the moves, the beauty of the sword that combined hardness and softness was obviously at another level.

After this performance, the sword students on the field also applauded, but unfortunately they were ultimately defeated by the man's sword that swept the entire field with a single blow, which made Changsun Jue clench his fist and sigh.

Cui Zhaoye also nodded and pondered for a longer time than in the previous performances, and finally clapped his hands with a smile.

"Ning Shuhong" Cui Zhaoye repeated the name, looking at the audience and said, "She can win."

Changsun Jue opened his eyes: "This one?"

Cui Zhaoye nodded: "If she and Han Xiu are really enemies."

Changsun Jue opened his eyes even wider.

"To use life as a sword, one must have a strong sense of the 'sword', and be able to enter the realm of unity between man and sword. I use the sword as a sword, and the sword uses me as a sword. This is the swordsman I want to see." Cui Zhaoye followed the red-dressed woman, "You know, she is not 'using' the sword, but can really merge with the sword."

"Scratched?!"

". Doesn't count."

"Ah?"

"I'm talking about this kind of person, not her." Cui Zhaoye still retracted his gaze, "Those who clearly distinguish between the host and the guest of the sword have not entered the way of swordsmanship; those who can solve the moves like solving a puzzle are burning the piano and cooking the crane. The first seven games were all of this kind, which was pleasing to the eye, but unfortunately there was no spiritual energy."

Changsun Jue was at a loss, she felt that everyone's sword moves were so magical that they were beyond imagination.

Cui Zhaoye picked up the pen: "Ning Shuhong has escaped from this rut, but unfortunately she is still not a natural beauty, but she must be very good at fighting."

Changsun Jue then cast a look of admiration.

Then Cui Zhaoye's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his pupils were like stars in the night sky.

Because in previous years, if such sword students were not in the top three, they must have been in the top five. The swordplay between two such sword students was a finale worth remembering. But in the following matches, Wen Zheng, Wang Shousi, and Chu Shuiting, each of them made Cui Zhaoye tap the table lightly and frown and sigh.

"Wen Zheng uses the sword the most correctly. She is the kind of sword genius that people often say and the sects want the most. She has almost no shortcomings. Look at how solid the style [Famous Cliff Pine] just now is." Cui Zhaoye squinted and supported his face, "To be honest, I like such swordsmen very much. They are obviously superhuman in swordsmanship, but they are willing to lay the foundation bit by bit without rushing or being impatient. The road ahead can often go far and long, but it is still too "flat."

"Peaks, troughs, foreshadowing, killer moves. Almost all of them are the most reasonable presentation, but in fact, they are also another kind of boredom." Cui Zhaoye couldn't help but said again Sighing, "Wang Shousi's sword style is clever, but unfortunately it's still the same; Chu Shuiting is like Ning Shuhong three years later"

"Changsun, am I too harsh?" Cui Zhaoye looked at the sword field with some melancholy, "In fact, this year's swordsmen are already very powerful."

Changsun hesitated for a moment: "It's okay, whether you agree or not, it doesn't affect others' sword training anyway."

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Under Cui Zhaoye's slightly dangerous gaze, Changsun Jue changed the subject and said: "And that Lu Xiu from the Lu family, didn't he win against Wen Zheng, he seems to be very powerful too."

The noble lady still looked aloof, sitting alone on the edge of the sword field, with two swordsmen from the military standing on both sides - squeezing two such people into the sword academy with such a limited number of places, no matter whether they get along or not. Compliance is a staggering luxury.

Cui Zhaoye's face was expressionless and he glanced coldly: "A sparrow in colorful clothes thinks he is a phoenix. Too lazy to comment."

The next moment, a snow-like sword light suddenly lit up from the field, breaking the frost on the girl's face.

It was a tall, silent woman, wearing only clothes and a sword, and nothing else; and the young man in black with six swords on his back.

This was the last group on the sword field, but Changsun Jue's eyes were wandering, looking back and forth from time to time.

Both of them were unusually silent on the court. The salute was followed by the sound of the sword, and the sound of the sword was followed by the salute again. The sword game ended without saying a word. Zuoqiu Longhua, who was five years older, won the victory.

However, everyone has been fascinated by these two figures, black and white.

However, Cui Zhaoye was a little angry for the first time.

"[Sword Demon] is indeed a sword demon," she smiled and tilted her head to Changsun Jue at the beginning, "This is the kind of swordsman I was talking about. Look carefully, I am here just for him. Let me see again You’ll know if he’s right.”

Then the eyes turned from the comfort of meeting expectations to shock, stiffness, silence, and then clenched silver teeth.

"I have said before that the essence of a sword is the most valuable thing. Is Bailu Palace obsessed with using skills to enter the Tao all day long?!" Cui Zhaoye dropped the pen, "It's so good , Such a good seedling can clearly reach the Taoist sword? If he has to join the "Six Pi", it will be it in thirty years, or it will be it in sixty years! What should a good swordsman do if he can't enter the Tao? Come and waste time!”

Changsun Jue turned around and saw that the girl's eyebrows were raised when she was angry, and her whole face suddenly became brighter. He couldn't help but think that this sister of the Cui family was inexplicably more beautiful.

Cui Zhaoye took a deep breath and said angrily: "Let me go to Dongting and Yunlang as soon as possible!"

Changsun Jue said carefully: "Does this count as scraping out?"

"It was scraped out and destroyed again." Cui Zhaoye said angrily.

But soon she was silent for a few breaths, then returned to her normal expression, sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "Forget it, in fact, even if there is no harm to the White Deer Palace, Yang Zhenbing is not the kind of swordsman I really want. "

"Um?"

". He is only at that level." Cui Zhaoye whispered, "You don't know much about swords. But some standards, such as the nature of the 'sword', and the union with Jian Ming, I think they cannot be changed. Facts clearly distinguish the superiority of swordsmen. Although some people still disagree, the truth will spread throughout the world sooner or later."

"And some standards are my own." Cui Zhaoye looked at the swordsmen from a distance, "I have my own 'aesthetic', Changsun. I also have a completely private imagination about the word 'swordsman'. Some swords can You can do it this way, you can do it that way. Many people will say there is no right or wrong, but I just think one is better.”

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"But I don't know how to use a sword, Changsun, I can't prove it." Cui Zhaoye whispered, then tilted his head and showed a charming and helpless smile, "This is called Ziqi's untimely encounter with Boya."

Changsun Jue was still looking for him in the sword field, but he turned around and said, "Didn't you meet Yan Feiqing last year? How is he?"

However, as soon as the name came out, Cui Zhaoye fell silent again.

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"Yan Feiqing. There are only legends about him in Shenjing, but no trace of him. He is too lazy to leave the house." Cui Zhaoye rolled his eyes slightly.

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"But in fact, he is indeed the swordsman of this generation with the highest sword skills that I have ever seen. It's just that the sword is too 'merciless' and a ruthless sword cannot be a sentimental sword. I always believe that swords are still rooted in 'humanity'."

"Oh." Changsun Jue nodded, but at this time he couldn't help but have his own doubts. He turned around and said, "Sister Cui, are all the swordsmen of this year really here?"

"Huh?" Cui Zhaoye was confused.

"Is there someone named 'Pei Ye' who hasn't come yet? He is also a swordsman from the Sword Xiu Academy this year." Changsun Jue said, "He also looks about seventeen or eighteen, with a very tall figure and a cyan sword. sword."

Cui Zhaoye was silent for a moment: "You weren't deceived by some wild boy, were you?"

"Young Master told me!"

"oh?"

"We even had classes together." Changsun Jue said seriously with a slight frown, "He also wrote 'Xu Chuo' as 'Xu Chu'."

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"Let's see this strange man again next time we have a chance." Cui Zhaoye didn't pay much attention, lowered his head and collected the pen and paper, "Let's go, Miss Changsun, go shopping elsewhere."