Zhenwu Tianxia: Summon Yuwen Chengdu at the beginning

Chapter 89 The Competition Between Swordsmen
At the foot of Lishan Mountain.

Ye Gucheng was wearing a white shirt and stopped walking with a long sword in his hand.

Looking up at the ancient stone steps that spread from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, he slowly closed his eyes, and the gentle autumn wind blew slightly, lifting his temples.

Vaguely, he felt a lot of fierce sword aura, among the mountains, rocks, vegetation, and in the sunshine and autumn wind, there were hidden but real sword auras that were hard to detect.

It seems that there is a world of sword intent in front of you, and everything is filled with sword intent.

These sword intents did not come from a certain person, but from the infection of time and inheritance.

It is the trace left by countless ancestors of the Lishan Sword School who have practiced swordsmanship for thousands of years.

"What a place of swordsmanship!"

Ye Gucheng slowly opened his eyes and praised softly.

These sword intents integrated into the heaven and the earth do not have any exaggerated effects, they are more like clouds of invisible clouds, covering the entire Lishan Mountain.

Perhaps on this Lishan Mountain, the efficiency of practicing swordsmanship will be higher than in other places, but the degree of improvement is very limited.

But the accumulation of a little makes a lot, even if it is just a little bit of improvement, it is very valuable to a warrior.

Ye Gucheng stepped on the stone ladder, his snow-white clothes fluttered slightly in the autumn wind, causing the dust and fallen leaves on the steps to fly up.

Step by step, slowly and steadily.

He stopped again in front of the mountain gate halfway up the mountain.

The mountain gate of Lishan Sword Sect is a three-foot-high gatehouse, with two stone pillars standing on both sides, and the four characters of "Lishan Sword Sect" are written on it.

In front of the mountain gate, there is a hillside with a width of more than ten feet, and the bluestone ground is very flat.

"Ye Gucheng!"

At this time, Yu Zheng was standing inside the mountain gate, watching Ye Gucheng walk up the mountain, his expression suddenly became serious.

"Sect Master Yu!" Ye Gucheng nodded slightly.

"Your Excellency knows me?" Yu Zheng was a little surprised.

Ye Gucheng said: "In the battle at Heiyaling, among the warriors present, Sect Master Yu's swordsmanship is the most outstanding."

He has always only paid attention to two things, one is the master, and the other is the way of swordsmanship.

In the Battle of Heiyaling, there were several Xiantian masters, but none of them practiced swordsmanship, and under Xiantian, Yu Zheng's swordsmanship was the most outstanding.

Yu Zheng looked at Ye Gucheng with a complicated expression.

"Ye, Mr. Ye!"

"Can you cancel this fight?"

"Why?" Ye Gucheng frowned slightly.

He came all the way to Lishan Sword Sect just for this competition, but now Yu Zheng wants to cancel the competition!
"Master respects him!" Yu Zheng said.

It's just that before he finished speaking, a clear and clear laughter suddenly resounded in the surrounding mountains and forests.

"Hahaha~~ You fool, you almost ruined a good competition!"

The smile is free and easy, just like the figure leaping down from the top of the mountain.

"Old man Yu Shan, I met fellow Daoist Ye!"

Yu Shan is eight feet tall, thin but tall and straight, and his white hair can't hide his sharp temperament.

"Ye Gucheng met senior!"

Ye Gucheng cupped his hands.

"In front of you, I can't afford to be a senior!" Yu Shan said with a smile.

"Before the competition, everything is unknown, why should seniors be humble!" Ye Gucheng said.

"No, although there is no competition yet, I know that this old man is not your opponent. After all, this old man is not capable of defeating Jin An with a single sword!" Yu Shan looked at Ye Gucheng, his vicissitudes of eyes filled with excitement.

The sun is in the middle of the sky, the clouds are light and the wind is light.

The gentle sunshine fell on the two of them, making the atmosphere between them more gentle.

They are not enemies, they just made an appointment for a competition.

But as time went by, the atmosphere between the two became sharp again.

An indescribable sword intent, like an invisible mountain peak, pressed down to the surroundings.

"We only compete with swords!" Ye Gucheng said.

"Okay!" Yu Shan replied.

Although the two haven't drawn their swords yet, the competition has already begun.

The fierce sword energy burst out of the air suddenly, and merged with the gentle autumn wind.

Yu Zheng, Qi Jinfeng and many other disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect stared at him, feeling the sharp sword energy, as if there was a trembling of fear in their hearts.

Ye Gucheng had a sword in his palm, but the sword was still in its sheath, and the sword energy did not come from the sword.

His people are sharper and fiercer than swords.

Yu Shan's sword was also in the sword, but his sharp-edged aura continued to spread.

When the eyes of the two of them met, it was like sharp swords meeting.

None of them moved, but this static pressure was stronger and more terrifying than moving.

A fallen leaf floated over, floated between the two of them, and immediately fell, even the wind couldn't blow it.

In the forest next to the mountain gate.

Situ Qianfeng and Yan Bo stood on a big tree, looking at them.

Yan Bo's pupils shrank suddenly, and his muscles tensed.

Even a hundred meters away, he still felt a heavy pressure.

This pressure does not come from the outside world, but from his psychology.

Just like the gap in the level of life, just looking at it from a distance made him feel humble.

"Kendo can do this!"

Yan Bo murmured in horror.

Situ Qianfeng didn't hear his words, his eyes were full of Ye Gucheng at this moment.

He didn't have Yan Bo's cultivation and artistic conception, but he couldn't feel the oppression from the sword.

He looked at Ye Gucheng, at the figure that was straighter and sharper than a sword.

"This is the way of the sword I want!"

Situ Qianfeng only had one thought at this time, and that was to learn the sword intent from Ye Gucheng.

It seems that Ye Gucheng's sword intent has a fatal attraction to him, making him unable to extricate himself.

On the hillside.

The pressing pressure suddenly eased.

Suddenly, there was another dragon chant, and the sword energy soared into the sky.

Ye Gucheng's sword has been unsheathed.

Under the soft sunlight, his sword was extremely pale, palpitatingly pale.

Similarly, the sword in Yu Shan's hand was also out of its sheath.

The two swords pierced out at the same time, and kept changing with the footsteps of the two.

The blades hadn't touched yet, and the speed of the two of them was not moving fast. There was still a distance of several feet, but the blades had already changed a lot.

There is no gorgeous move, and it can't be called wonderful. Even an ordinary person will feel like this when seeing this scene, there is nothing special about it.

But the foreheads of Yu Zheng, Qi Jinfeng, Yan Bo and others were covered with fine cold sweat.

As outstanding swordsmen, they could see that the competition between the two had already begun, it was a competition between sword intents, it was a competition between sword powers.

The change in the sword technique is only to make the sword intent and momentum stronger.

Under everyone's gaze, the distance between Ye Gucheng and Yu Shan is getting closer.

at last.

Their blades met.

Ding!
A crisp sound sounded, and a mass of tangled sword energy spread in all directions.

The messy sword energy tore the fallen leaves, dust, autumn wind, and warm sun.

Immediately afterwards, the sword became faster and faster, from slow at the beginning to so fast at the end that there was only an afterimage left.

Ye Gucheng's sword is like a gust of wind outside the white clouds.

Yu Shan's sword is like a stubborn stone in the forest.

The wind is ethereal and flowing, and the stubborn stone is solid and unyielding.

One sword after another, more than a dozen moves in the blink of an eye.

It seems to be evenly matched.

"Mr. Ye, if your sword is only this good, it is absolutely impossible to defeat Jin An with one sword!"

Yu Shan said suddenly.

It is impossible to be evenly matched, the only possibility is that Ye Gucheng keeps his hand.

Ye Gucheng did keep his hand, because he wanted to feel Yu Shan's sword well.

Jin An is not a swordsman, so he will not have any entanglement with it.

Yu Shan is an excellent swordsman, and Ye Gucheng wants to know what is so special about his sword.

In fact, Yu Shan's sword is very special.

He is better at defense, and he will leave five points in every move, as a room for defense and a sharp edge for attack.

The swordsman is not just indomitable.

Go forward indomitably, show your sharpness, maybe even more fierce.

But it's even more dangerous to be like Yu Shan, because you never know when he will make a move, making you hard to guard against.

If it was an ordinary swordsman who was fighting with Yu Shan at this time, he might have been pierced by the sword.

It's a pity that Yu Shan is facing Ye Gucheng.

Ye Gucheng's sword has thousands of changes, and dozens of changes can be made in just an instant.

No matter what Yu Shan did, it was impossible for him to find Ye Gucheng's shortcomings.

Ye Gucheng's eyes flickered, and the sharp edge of his sword suddenly turned.

The figure fell from the sky, and the sword energy flew out along the sunlight and turned into a long rainbow.

Clang~~
The two swords staggered, shooting out sparks one after another.

next moment!
Ye Gucheng flicked the sword in his hand lightly, just like that casually, Yu Shan was stunned.

Because the sword in his hand was thrown away.

Fly away!
A swordsman cannot hold the sword in his hand!

This!
Yu Shan stared blankly at the trembling long sword falling on the ground.

Everyone around also stared blankly at the long sword.

They may all feel incredible.

Falling sword!

This is the result of crushing!

Is Yu Shan too weak?
No, it should be that Ye Gucheng is too strong.

They all think so.

But only Yu Shan understands how exquisite Ye Gucheng's sword is, just as he knows how strong his hand holding the sword is.

This is Ye Gucheng's answer to him.

Why can he defeat Jin An with one sword.

Yu Shan trembled slightly all over, he closed his eyes, let out a long breath, and calmed down his trembling mind.

Yu Zheng squeezed the hilt of the sword in his hand, staring at Ye Gucheng with gloomy eyes.

Falling swords are more hateful than killing people.

This is a humiliation to the swordsman!

In his eyes, Ye Gucheng is humiliating Yu Shan.

If he didn't know that he was not Ye Gucheng's opponent, he might have stepped forward to fight Ye Gucheng desperately.

Yu Shan also felt a burst of shame, but his shame did not come from Ye Gucheng, but from himself.

If you can't even hold your own sword, what right do you have to hate others.

"What is a sword?"

he asked tremblingly.

The voice was not as free and easy as before, but full of frustration and depression.

"A sword is a sword!" Seeing his state, Ye Gucheng frowned slightly.

Will Ye Gucheng humiliate Yu Shan?
Naturally not.

In fact, Ye Gucheng is taking care of Yu Shan. If this sword is not a sword, it is hurting people.

Ye Gucheng just didn't want to hurt Yu Shan.

Yu Shan slowly opened his eyes, "Then what is kendo?"

"I am the way of the sword!"

Ye Gucheng replied.

Yu Shan was stunned again, he stared at Ye Gucheng blankly.

He seemed to understand something.

There is a sword in Ye Gucheng's palm, but it doesn't seem to be his sword. Maybe his sword is everywhere, and his person has become one with the sword.His person is the sword, as long as his person is there, everything in the world is his sword.

So what is Kendo?
Ye Gucheng's kendo is Ye Gucheng himself.

Ye Gucheng doesn't care about a sword. In his opinion, a sword is just a sword, a weapon for use, and has no special meaning.

The meaning of losing a sword is not as painful as a wound on the body.

So he will take down Yu Shan's sword.

"Hahaha~~"

Yu Shan suddenly laughed, "I'm not as good as you!"

"It's not as good as it is!" Ye Gucheng said.

"Haha~~" Yu Shanxiao's voice became louder.

The slump and depression all disappeared, and his laughter was once again free and easy.

He understood Ye Gucheng's thoughts, and also understood Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship.

Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is very different from his, but he can understand it.

He is very grateful for the competition with Ye Gucheng, and even more grateful for Ye Gucheng's care for him.

Although he couldn't comprehend Ye Gucheng's kendo, the competition with Ye Gucheng also gave him a deeper understanding of his own kendo.

"A sword is a sword, and I am me!"

"Thank you Mr. Ye for your pointers!"

Yu Shan bowed and bowed, and said solemnly.

"It's not really a tip!" Ye Gucheng withdrew his sword.

"The kindness of giving advice can be a teacher! If it weren't for the old man who already has a teacher, I should worship Mr. Ye as a teacher!" Yu Shan got up and said.

Ye Gucheng looked at him, the world was cold, and the desolation in his eyes deepened a little.

This competition was simple and dull, which made Ye Gucheng feel a little lonely.

The competition is over, the result is not important.

"Farewell!"

Ye Gucheng turned and left.

Yu Shan hesitated to speak, he wanted to stop Ye Gucheng, and wanted to discuss the way of swordsmanship with Ye Gucheng.

But in the end he still didn't say it.

He has already benefited a lot from a competition, and if he wants to discuss the way of swordsmanship with Ye Gucheng again, it will be a bit of a stretch.

Especially when he saw the coldness in Ye Gucheng's eyes.

It is not cold, but lonely.

Belongs to the loneliness of a master.

"It's a pity that this old man is not qualified!"

Yu Shan thought in a low voice.

Snow-white gowns, flying leaves, and spreading stone steps.

Ye Gucheng just left.

Yu Shan stood where he was, watching his figure disappear on the stone steps.

"Master, are you okay!" Yu Zheng asked worriedly.

"fine!"

Yu Shan shook his head slightly.

"Then~~" Yu Zheng wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Yu Shan took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the long sword on the ground.

"After seeing Ye Gucheng, I will perform the gift of disciple!"

"Ah!" Yu Zheng was taken aback.

"I can't worship him as a teacher, but you must respect him as a teacher!"

"Isn't it appropriate!" Yu Zheng said with some twitching.

He is the suzerain of the Lishan Sword Sect. If he saw Ye Gucheng holding the disciple ceremony, wouldn't the Lishan Sword Sect be all disciples and grandchildren of Ye Gucheng?

Yu Shan glanced at him, "What's inappropriate!"

"Ye Gucheng is not a member of our Lishan Sword Sect after all." Yu Zheng said.

Yu Shan shook his head slightly, and said, "But Ye Gucheng is very kind to my Lishan Sword Sect."

"What kindness?"

"Give me the opportunity to realize the great kindness of the third layer of artistic conception!"

Yu Zheng was puzzled for a while, but then his eyes widened.

"Master has a new understanding!"

Yu Shan turned around and walked up the mountain, "Remember to meet Ye Gucheng and perform the disciple ceremony, otherwise the old man will drive you out of the teacher's school."

"The disciple understands, the disciple respectfully obeys the master's order!" Yu Zheng was both surprised and delighted, and there was no tweaking before.

If Ye Gucheng hadn't left at this time, he would have hugged Ye Gucheng's thigh and called Master.

The third realm!

That is the pinnacle of innate warriors.For any innate warrior, even if it is just a little chance, it is a very rare opportunity.

(End of this chapter)