sword from heaven

Chapter 14
"Then I have to ask you, senior brother, for your help." Song Yunge said, "Senior sister Zhuo can talk to you."

"It doesn't matter what I say." Feng Jin smiled bitterly: "It's not like you don't know Junior Sister Zhuo's temper. If you don't sell anyone's face, how could you agree!"

Song Yunge said: "She still respects you, brother."

Feng Jin is a well-known good old man, he is very popular in Tianyue Mountain, and his juniors and juniors all respect him.

"Don't say it's me, even Elder Xin won't listen to her!" Feng Jin shook his head endlessly.

"...Well then, I'll do it." Song Yunge said.

"You—?" Feng Jin hesitated: "You can't do it."

"Try." Song Yunge said in a deep voice, "If you can kill a Demon Venerable, at least two tenth ranks, right?"

"You, you don't want to die if you want credit!" Feng Jin was worried again.

Yun Ge has always been calm, dare to do such a crazy thing, this is driven crazy by credit, poor!
Song Yunge got up and left.

Feng Jin stretched out his hand and stopped, shaking his head helplessly.

He made up his mind that he couldn't persuade him, so he should think about how to help.

Song Yunge walked from his remote courtyard to the center of Tianyue Bieyuan, came to a courtyard with blue tiles and red walls, and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in." A cold voice came from inside.

Song Yunge pushed the door open and went in.

There were no lanterns in the yard, and it was hazy, like water and moonlight falling on a woman in white in the middle of the yard.

Under the moonlight, this graceful woman exudes a soft brilliance, like a statue of a white jade beauty.

For the masters of Tianwaitian, night is like day.

He could clearly see Zhuo Xiaowan's face, and smell the faint and cold fragrance on her body.

Seeing her face, Song Yunge would always think that there is a pair of peerless skillful hands between heaven and earth, otherwise, how could such a beautiful woman be created, her beauty is a beauty beyond imagination.

Standing in front of her will definitely make people uncontrollably feel ashamed and feel like a fairy involuntarily.

So she has the name of Fairy.

She looked at Song Yunge lightly with bright eyes.

Song Yunge felt as if two clear springs were flowing over, submerging his body and mind.

His restless and sensitive heart since today suddenly became peaceful, facing such a beauty, he had no desire, only admiration.

"Senior Brother Song." Zhuo Xiaowan said calmly, "What's the matter?"

"I want to learn the Qingyuan Sword Art from Elder Xin." Song Yunge said, "I wonder if Elder Xin is here?"

In fact, he knew that at night, Xin Chang would always get drunk and see no one.

Zhuo Xiaowan said calmly: "Elder Xin has already gone to bed, come back tomorrow."

"I have something to do during the day, so I can only practice sword at night." Song Yunge said helplessly.

Zhuo Xiaowan said: "Qingyuan Sword Art... Brother Song, have you practiced the ninth form of Tianyue Nine Swords?"

"Yes."

"Let's practice and see."

Song Yunge drew his sword and swung it out, the courtyard was filled with sword light, the sword light was so clear and scorching that it drowned out the moonlight.

Zhuo Xiaowan stared at Song Yunge, frowning slightly, thoughtfully.

After a while, the sword light all over the sky subsided, and the long sword returned to its sheath. Song Yunge clasped his fists and said, "I hope Junior Sister Zhuo will teach me."

Zhuo Xiaowan's expression was still calm, and she said calmly: "It's not bad, you can practice Qingyuan Sword Art, I only practice it three times."

She is really not curious about why Song Yunge practiced Tianyue Nine Swords in one fell swoop, each has its own destiny, just practice your own sword well, and walk your own path well, don't need to be distracted by other things.

Song Yunge cupped his fists.

If Xin Buli is not around, Zhuo Xiaowan will be responsible for passing on the sword, which is something that all the disciples of Tianyue Bieyuan agree on.

It's not because of her beauty. Although she is pleasing to the eye when she wields the sword, it is a rare beauty, but when it comes to martial arts, all the disciples are very clear. In the final analysis, it is because she is proficient in swordsmanship and even better than the elder Chuanjian.

Seeing her wielding a sword, every time I look at it, I will get something.

Zhuo Xiaowan moved a foot away with lotus steps, stretched out her right arm gracefully, and the long sword flew out of the scabbard as if it had a spirituality, caught up with her jade hand, and turned into a cold brilliance.

Song Yunge didn't care about looking at her graceful figure, didn't care about smelling the faint and cold fragrance, her eyes were fixed on the sword, and she followed the sword.

Qingyuan Sword Art is much more subtle than Tianyue Nine Swords, with far-reaching artistic conception and more unpredictable.

What he has to remember is not only the sword style, but also the artistic conception of each sword. He can only comprehend the artistic conception that cannot be expressed in words.

Swordsmanship is easy to practice, but artistic conception is difficult to comprehend.

The comprehension of artistic conception is the foundation of swordsmanship.

Otherwise, with all the disciples of Tianyue Mountain being extremely intelligent, no matter how exquisite their sword skills are, they will be able to master them very quickly, and they will not be stuck in a single set of sword skills for several years.

As long as you practice the first form of the Qingyuan Sword Art, you will naturally break through the sword master and reach the realm of the sword master, and as long as you master the first form of the Kuaizai Sword Art, you will naturally break through the sword master and reach the realm of the sword master.

"Ding..." The long sword returned to its sheath, and the Yingying clear light disappeared.

Zhuo Xiaowan stood back to the original spot, her feet were exactly in the same position as before, and her footprints fit perfectly.

As soon as Zhuo Xiaowan withdrew the sword, Song Yunge felt inexplicable melancholy. If she lost something, she wished she could keep waving it.

He tried his best to put aside the inexplicable melancholy, and nodded with a smile: "Junior Sister Zhuo, I have something to ask."

He had an inexplicable urge to stay here for one more breath, and he didn't want to leave her side.

Zhuo Xiaowan said: "It's getting late, Brother Song, please go back!"

Song Yunge said slowly: "There is a Demon Lord lurking in my jurisdiction, I want someone to help destroy him."

"Mozun, it would be best to inform Suzaku Guard, Mozun is too dangerous, although the merit is good, life is more important," Zhuo Xiaowan said: "Senior Brother Song, I will not send you far away."

She turned around and was about to enter the main hall.

Song Yunge hurriedly said: "Junior Sister Zhuo, I have already asked Mei Ying to help me."

"Mei Ying?" Zhuo Xiaowan stopped and turned to look at him.

Under the moonlight, her clear eyes shone like sparkling waves.

Song Yunge felt guilty, feeling that Zhuo Xiaowan could see through herself, her bright eyes were deep and far away, and she wanted to swallow her own soul.

He couldn't help but wanted to tell the truth, but he forcibly held back, and his heart was dark, this Zhuo Xiaowan must have a secret technique, a secret technique that can control the mind!
Fortunately, I have a strong spirit, so I can stop it. If it's someone else, I can't wait to confess right now.

But he couldn't show that he could bear it, and that he could win her trust by saying what he said along the way.

Song Yunge's thoughts flashed in the blink of an eye, and he apologized: "I told Mei Ying that you will help, Junior Sister Zhuo, so she agreed."

"What a white wolf with empty gloves!" Zhuo Xiaowan said indifferently, seeming to be sarcastic, her eyes were clear and deep, which made people feel ashamed.

Song Yunge had no choice but to say, "Otherwise, I won't be able to invite Mei Ying. Junior sister Zhuo, you won't let me break my promise, will you? If she finds out that I've cheated her, she will never let her go lightly."

"Since you are afraid of her, why lie to her?"

"Just to ask Junior Sister Zhuo to help you."

"Lying and deceiving people is not the right way, and it is right to suffer a little bit."

"This is the Demon Lord. To break through the Sword Master, this is the shortest way. It is the easiest way to comprehend the sword intent and break through when fighting the Demon Lord to the death."

"It's also the easiest to die!"

"...Yes, so it depends on how you decide, Junior Sister Zhuo." Song Yunge nodded slowly.

He was sure that Zhuo Xiaowan would agree.

Zhuo Xiaowan fell silent.

Song Yunge decided to add fire: "Brother Feng, Mei Ying, and you, Junior Sister Zhuo, should be able to take down the Demon Lord. By then, we can break through to the Sword Lord and make great contributions. Kill two birds with one stone, why not do it!"

No matter how powerful a master is, he also pays attention to credit, and credit is not too much. After all, it is the Perishing God Mountain, the place where the sword god fell, unless he didn't want to become a sword god.

Zhuo Xiaowan shook her head lightly, and said coldly, "Brother Song, I wish you good luck, I won't give it away."

She floated lightly into the hall, closed the hall door with a "bang", and there was no more movement.

Song Yunge frowned and looked at the closed door, wondering why Zhuo Xiaowan didn't agree?

It should be only a little bit short, where did I make a mistake?
He walked out slowly and returned to his small courtyard.

Feng Jinzheng was walking up and down, restless, when he saw him, he hurried up to greet him: "How is it? Did Junior Sister Zhuo agree?"

Song Yunge waved his hands, still looking thoughtful.

"Ai——!" Feng Jin immediately sat down at the stone table: "Just say it, she won't agree!"

(End of this chapter)