Assassin He Chunxia

Chapter 48

"What is sword? What is kendo? What is the highest state of kendo? Two words, suitable. Swordsmanship, killing skills, let the sword appear in the most appropriate position at the most appropriate time, any fancy swordsmanship is meaningless in the end, Returning to the original and returning to the true nature, it is the highest state of kendo." Zhang Zhouporridge squatted on the top of the wall, and a team of Jinyiwei stood under the wall. Seeing that the quality of the clothing was not high, he heard it with relish. Do not answer, and then brag.

"There are only two people who can reach the highest realm in this world, one is of course my master, the master of Su Xue sword, Ye Shu, I don't even need to say, how unfathomable Kuanglansheng is, the unfathomable depends on my master. One is my senior sister. A few days ago at the sword discussion meeting, the long-hatred sword was very demonic, and it stabbed my senior sister. Although my senior sister was seriously injured, she still adhered to the sword heart and fought against the demon sword in the sea of ​​​​knowledge. Days and three nights, the killing was dark, the sun and the moon were dark! After tens of thousands of rounds of fierce battles, the demon sword was successfully subdued."

Not far away, Jiang Fan and Wang Juaner sat side by side on the stone steps of the corridor, their heads turned to one side to watch the excitement, Wang Juaner saw Jiang Fan's expression was different, and focused on the Jin Yiwei and Zhang Zhou porridge, and took the initiative to speak, " What? Envy them?"

Jiang Fan looked at the long sword around Zhang Zhoucong's waist and the official uniform on his body, his eyes fixed, and he smiled bitterly, "Envy."

"What's there to envy? Although we are ordinary people, but the joys and sorrows of ordinary people are a little bit more contemptuous than the heroes of the rivers and lakes, the dignitaries? Not necessarily, it's all life, don't be envious."

"You entered the women's school, you were stared at by literati all over the country, and you occasionally read a few articles that were praised by everyone. The only real ordinary person was me. Anything, I can't wait to risk my life to get another chance." Jiang Fan retracted his eyes and sighed, "I will fight Yu Danfeng in a few days, maybe this is my last chance, haha. Don't mention this. already."

"I ask you, who is stronger between Yu Danfeng and Gu Shishu?" Wang Juaner twisted his shoulders and asked him to forcibly raise his head to meet her own eyes. Jiang Fan turned to avoid her, his eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look at her.

"Naturally it is the ancient twelve books."

"Then it is the ancient twelve books that have talent, or is it Ren Mingyan who has talent."

"Ancient Twelve Books."

"Ren Mingyan has fully won the Gu Twelve Books with hard work and preparation. How long has it been since you learned the sword, you have a sword cocoon in your hand, and you have seen all Yu Danfeng's moves these days. You will win Yu Danfeng with these two things. ."

Jiang Fan squeezed out a smile and nodded, but his heart was even more melancholy, discussing swords and revenge were different, he and Yu Danfeng had to share life and death.And every time he took a step in the swordsmanship, he would find that the distance from Yu Danfeng was further away.He has a good talent. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and he has never slackened. The only one who can outperform Yu Danfeng is the famous teacher's guidance. Ye Shu's casual advice can always make himself suddenly enlightened, but after all, he is not qualified to be like Zhang Zhou Porridge. That sentence, Master Ye.

Zhang Zhoucong suddenly jumped off the wall and greeted all the Jinyiwei guards to line up. He trotted a few steps over and saw the two sitting, "The sword discussion is about to start, go and see the excitement." The younger Jinyiwei behind him booed. , "What's the fun, the lonely man and the widow are whispering!"

Wang Juan'er was ashamed, she used a handkerchief to partially cover her bright red face, Zhang Zhouporridge started arguing with the cacophony, and ran forward noisily.Jiang Fan got up after seeing them run away, Wang Juaner whispered from behind, "You don't have to sit for a while?"

"It's about to start, let's go over there."

"I am such a dashing person. Naturally, I have to die on a beautiful woman, hahahaha!" Yu Gufeng hugged the woman and sat in the center of the Yin-Yang Pisces Picture, beside the eunuch and the maid, guarding the servant, and crowding the third-floor rooftop.The woman in her arms has spring-like eyes, slender corners of her eyes, and winks at a fox. She is white and beautiful, and her face is very charming, but she does not wear heavy makeup, only lightly hoisted eyebrows, slightly hooked corners of her eyes, and pale lips, as if she was not born. She sipped her rouge, and when she smiled, her lips were slightly open, and the inside was pink and moving, and she was tender and green.

Concubine Yan, Wen Yanyan, Yu Gufeng's favorite concubine, inadvertently gave a wink to the commander-in-chief of the Fifth Army Battalion who was waiting on the side, showed his understanding, and stepped down silently.

A delicate bamboo box was presented at the four exhibitions, "Wen Lanlan gave a gift to Concubine Yan." Wen Yanyan saw it, and pretended to be angry, "This little girl, no matter what occasion, take it." Yu Gufeng was curious. He came up, took the initiative to get the bamboo box, looked back at Wen Yanyan, and Wen Yanyan smiled slightly, so she immediately closed it, glanced at it, and smiled knowingly.Inside the box is a silk apron covered with rusted thin bamboo and bordered by gold thorns.Yu Gufeng waved his hand to take it down, went back to his seat, put it next to Wen Yanyan's ear and gently bit her earlobe, "

Yu Gufeng sat upright and greeted Zhan Si, "Give a seat to Wen Lanlan." Zhan Si frowned, "Mr. Zhan is here too, this is too unethical, and Mr. Zhan is afraid that he will be blamed."

"Zhen, give Wen Lanlan a seat." Yu Gufeng stared.

Zhan Si bowed his head in response, and the corners of his mouth that no one noticed were raised quietly.

"Yes."

The arena was moved to the courtyard, and a batch of mahogany square tables were transferred from the palace. They were half a person high and strong enough, but the edges were carved and the tables fit together. There were always gaps, which looked unsightly. The satin was spread on the table, Du Guanshan saw it and scolded him, how could he stand up!A few rugs were temporarily drawn from the inner library to spread.

Standing beside Mo Qingshan, He Chunxia could feel that she was trembling slightly. He held her hand silently, and said without thinking, "What are you nervous about? In terms of swordsmanship, the rest will not be your opponents."

Mo Qingshan smiled bitterly, "Will I be your opponent?"

"True or false?" The hand he was holding was lightly pinched, He Chun Xia sighed, and stopped speaking. Mo Qingshan had understood, and silently pulled out his hand and put it on the hilt of his sword.

Du Guanshan stepped into the ring and said, "The sword discussion will officially start now."

"The Sword of Eternal Grief followed Li Qinglan, the sword master of the Sword of Eternal Grief, to slay the evil spirits in the world. However, the evil spirits in the last battle were too tyrannical. Li Qinglan and the monster perished together. I never thought that the soul of the monster was attached to the Sword of Eternal Grief. A few days ago, a long time ago That is why the sword of hatred erupts and hurts people. Under the feet of the emperor, the emperor is mighty and mighty, and there is no room for evil spirits. The holy man personally came forward and used the power of the emperor to deter the evil spirits, making the evil spirits fly away, and the eternal hatred of the Tianjian returned to the head of the seven swords. "

"I have a lot of money, the people are healthy, the emperor is tolerant, makes good use of talents, and governs the world with benevolence. The ancestors of the He family once committed the crime of rebellion, but the emperor's benevolent heart is not to blame for the past, and the people's daughter He Chunxia is specially designated as the eternal hatred. Sword Master, inherit the ambition of the Heavenly Sword and slay the evil spirits in the world!"

He Chunxia smirked, Mo Qingshan remembered that day when the long hatred stabbed He Chunxia, ​​and it must have been very painful. I was scared and scared for her a few days ago. She, "still laugh!"

"Haha, isn't Kuang Lansheng half-human and half-demon? I'll cut him first later." He Chun Xia found Kuang Lansheng and Ye Shu in the crowd, and made a "kill" gesture at them. Not understanding, one nodded and one shook his head.

Du Guanshan talked about some scenes and so on, and then he coughed twice, "In the first game, Mo Qingshan and Liu Lingguan, friendship and discussion, until the point is reached." Ye Shu did not appear on the stage, and only Du Guanshan was the judge today. .

Mo Qingshan lowered his head and was about to take the stage, when He Chunxia suddenly grabbed his wrist and let go, "I will never be your opponent, we must always stand together, come on!"

Mo Qingshan held his sword and raised his head, adjusted his breathing and exhaled slowly, okay.

Two people on stage.Liu Lingguan was empty-handed, Mo Qingshan held his sword forward, tilted his head, and the two looked at each other. Liu Lingguan had a handsome face, and there was a femininity between his eyebrows.

"Where's your sword?"

Liu Lingguan smiled, stretched out his hand to his waist, flicked his wrist, and a long sword popped out from his waist, with a slender blade.Special soft sword, the blade is as soft as silk, requires extremely high skills, internal force controls the softness and hardness, the internal force pushes, the sword blade pops out, and it is used as a normal weapon, the internal force gradually retracts, the blade gradually becomes soft, can be used for whipping, cutting , twist, its potential is strange, hard to guard against.

Mo Qingshan had never seen such a weapon before, he frowned, holding the sword in front of him, not attacking first, and was extremely cautious.They are all masters, and victory and defeat are often in the blink of an eye. Liu Lingguan has seen Mo Qingshan's movement and sword moves, and he is better than himself, so he is not in a hurry. The blade is straight and curved, slowly approaching to find opportunities.

"What is this fight all about? It's not as good as the show." Wen Yanyan watched the two move slowly on the stage, the blade slowly changing direction, but she couldn't make a sword move. Yu Gufeng yawned on his shoulders.

"This is called confrontation. Masters can't be impetuous when comparing their swords. They must stabilize their sword stance first to see how they can move. He drank tea with his legs, half drooping and looking at the ring.

Yu Gufeng found it interesting, "Yo, Lan Lan is not bad, how can you know this?"

"The teacher in the women's school, Nuo, is He Chunxia." Wen Lanlan pointed to a woman standing under the stage, Yu Gufeng followed her gaze, He Chunxia was frowning, she was handsome and had big eyes.where?Yu Gufeng shivered, thinking of the fast sword that pierced his heart, is it her daughter?
There was a sudden change in the arena. Liu Lingguan stepped on a gap, his footsteps paused, Mo Qingshan's eyes gathered, the sword had been shot, and he stabbed three times in a row. The blade of the coming sword was pulled away, Mo Qingshan drew a circle on his forearm, and the sword in his hand stabbed and split, and the Youyue sword technique took advantage of the situation to attack.

Liu Lingguan took a few steps back to open the distance, Mo Qingshan pursued and stabbed forward, Liu Lingguan flicked the blade, and the two swords collided.Mo Qingshan was shocked, his internal force was running and he wanted to pull out the blade. An invisible force came from the blade. Time stood still.Liu Lingguan came close to his body and slashed out with a palm. He wanted to force Mo Qingshan to abandon his sword. Without a sword, he would be defeated. Mo Qingshan refused to let go, and pushed out his left hand to fight with him recklessly.

A huge force came from the palm of his hand and went straight to Mo Qingshan's heart.
"Click." With a soft sound, Mo Qingshan's left forearm was fractured, forcibly forcing Liu Lingguan to take a step back. Liu Lingguan was shaken by a huge force, his internal strength was weak, the soft sword was no longer in control, and it bounced straight, Mo Qingshan There was a smell of fishy sweetness in his throat, he forcibly resisted the churning of blood, and raised his hand to attack again.

Liu Lingguan was stunned, his footsteps were mysterious, and he took a step on his own. Relying on his instinct, he avoided several tricks. His eyes changed. There is actually the masculine and domineering Wuma Kun's black iron epee when he splits the mountain!Mo Qingshan didn't dare to make a hard connection, so he drew a semi-circle with his right foot in the opposite direction, and spread out his Dengyun footwork.But no matter how she moved left and right, Liu Lingguan could always keep up.

What a high level of light work!The people in the audience were deeply surprised and talked in a low voice.Liu Lingguan is the eldest young master of HSBC Silver. He is not considered a person in the rivers and lakes. Before the sword discussion, no one was optimistic. Now that he has entered this round, he is also upset with Mo Qingshan, who has shown superb swordsmanship and movement skills. A soft sword is both rigid and soft, and he has the advantage. He has already pushed Mo Qingshan to the edge of the ring. After a few rounds, the outcome will be decided.

Mo Qingshan's mind was in a chaotic mess, and he was at a disadvantage, suffering from both internal and external injuries. Liu Lingguan was aggressive, Qinggong was not under her, and the exercises he practiced were strange and unpredictable. There is an opportunity to take action, how is it good?How is it good!
I'm going to lose. How can I just lose like this, I just lost like this, will Qiushuijian, Qiushuijian Spring and Summer win?Spring and summer?

A voice suddenly sounded in her mind, she would definitely win in the spring and summer.

Why. Why can't I win.

"A swordsman, have confidence in your sword!"

"If there is a mountain in front of me, I will cross the mountain, and if there is a sea in front of me, I will cross the sea."

God is ahead
Then let God and his throne go to dust!
This is her sword heart.

She will definitely win, but I but I want to win too.This is the sword of my Mo family, this is the sword of my Mo family!I am not an ordinary person!I am not an ordinary woman!I'm not a prankster!I am also a genius!

I am also destined to stand at the peak of Kendo!
He Chun Xia, the Sword Master of Everlasting Sorrow, is the first female Sword Master.

Mo Qingshan, the actor who refused to go on stage.Unknown people in the arena will all lose [-] yuan. Oh, you are the granddaughter of Mr. Mo.If a woman comes to participate in any sword discussion, it is better to get married early.

She remembered the contemptuous eyes of countless people, Qiushui sword, my Mo family's sword, no one in this world, grandfather, uncle Ye, and Mr. Fourteen felt that I was the one who would take that sword.

This is the sword of my Mo family, no one thinks I am worthy of it.

She wanted to laugh out loud, but the note under "Painting Rain and Mist Mountain" flashed in her mind, Mo Qingshan.Not everyone, at least one believe me, Mrs Butterfly.No, two people.

I believe in myself.I am a woman and I am a swordsman!If a woman wants to decide her own life and death, she can fight it out with a sword!

I must win.

Mo Qingshan's mind gradually became empty, and he didn't think about anything.

Looking ahead, the light boat is full of clouds, rain and fog.

A sword is launched, and the wind rises.

The fog is gone!

In spring and summer, the mountains ahead look like you.laugh.

I will go to the front of the mountain and cross the mountain!

Mo Qingshan's footsteps were certain, no longer dodging, and stopped in place, the soft sword stabbed straight into her heart.

Just right.

(End of this chapter)