Happy Days: Since the Beginning of the Night

Chapter 16 Learning Sword for Two and a Half Years

There was a sharp sword cry from Yunwai!

Like the sound of cutting metal.

I saw a black shadow cut through the flowing clouds, and flew from the sky to Chao Xiaoshu in an instant.

Zhifang's sword pierced into the bridge, a whirlwind of sword energy crazily overflowed from the sword, and the petals of the flowers in the imperial garden were shaken off and floated into the pond.

The koi rushed to the surface of the water to bite the petals, but they didn't seem to be affected by the sword energy.

The sword intent emanating from Zhifang's sword was like a giant mountain pressing down on Chao Xiaoshu.

"What a powerful sword intent! There is such a strong man in the mountain behind the academy!?"

Chao Xiaoshu's pupils trembled, his muscles tensed, and every step he took forward seemed to be bound by chains. The strong thought power emanating from the sword made Chao Xiaoshu's forehead swell with veins, making it difficult to move.

"What is he going to do?" Yan Se looked at Chao Xiaoshu walking twisted like a zombie, and asked from the side.

"The Chao Gang mainly draws the sword." Han Ye's eyes glowed with gold, and he also wanted to draw it a little bit, but it's a pity that the sword intent was not aimed at him.

The green steel sword held by Xiaoshu's chest slowly flew out, fighting with the sword energy of the straight square sword in the air.

The invisible sword slices raged over the pond, and Yan Se waved a turquoise imperial amulet that turned into a light shield to protect Han Ye and himself in it.

Baise koi was startled and hid in the bottom of the pond, Chao Xiaoshu finally staggered to the Zhifang sword and held it with both hands.

The green steel sword no longer fought against the sword energy, it flew back towards Xiaoshu, and then hovered quietly above his head.

"Chao Xiaoshu's natal object is providing him with strength, feel it carefully." Yan Se reminded at the right time.

Han Ye focused his attention carefully, only to feel that the Qinggang sword seemed to be transmitting a wonderful power to Chao Xiaoshu. That power seemed to be roaring, roaring, and contained the determination of Chao Xiaoshu's past battles.

"Give me up!!!"

With a tearing cry towards the little tree, the straight sword seemed to be trembling, and then left the shattered wood layer at an extremely obscure and stagnant speed.

"Chao Xiaoshu, I'm waiting for your challenge on the second floor."

A sound transmission sounded around the crowd, and Han Ye felt that the chaotic sword energy around him suddenly disappeared, and Chao Xiaoshu took a few steps back because the sword in his hand suddenly became lighter.

The sword was released from his hand and floated in front of Chao Xiaoshu, as if admiring him.

Han Ye also wanted to go forward and touch the big black, thick and straight sword, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw the sword "swoosh", leaving only afterimages and disappearing into the sky.

"...You're so stingy, I have to find someone handsome." Han Ye curled his lips.

Yan Se at the side had a panoramic view of Han Ye's face and expression, and began to think about where to grab a similar one.

"I'm too ignorant to underestimate me as a practitioner of the Tang Dynasty, and to overestimate myself." Chao Xiaoshu's green steel sword returned to his embrace.

"Thank you Brother Han for the introduction!" Chao Xiaoshu saluted Han Ye.

"It's not a recommendation, but I just don't want to see you go to the Southern Jin Dynasty to suffer. If you lose the battle and become a guest from a foreign land, and something happens on the way, what will you do with such a big group of brothers, relatives and friends in the capital?"

Han Ye felt that Chao Xiaoshu had a big heart. In the original book, he directly shook hands with the shopkeeper for Bijian and entrusted his family to Ning Que. He couldn't beat the challenge, fell off the cliff and disappeared, and was resurrected with full blood. Abandoned until sacrificed.

It's handsome...but a little bit...

Chao Xiaoshu nodded when he heard the words, bid farewell to the old Huangmen, and led Han Ye and Yan Se out of the palace.

The Spring Breeze Pavilion has been restored to its former state. Vendors in the alleys are hawking their freshly baked delicacies, and there is a long queue lined up in front of the rouge shop.

Just like the bustling appearance when Han Ye came.

"Brother Han, so who is that senior at the back mountain?" Chao Xiaoshu brought another jug ​​of wine to Han Ye and Yan Se.

"Second floor of the academy, ranked second, Mr. Second, Jun Mo."

"Peak of Fate Realm, master of sword use."

"Should be younger than you, Liu Bai's strength is inferior to Liu Bai's in normal state, and it's unknown if he works hard." Han Ye explained.

"Why are there two judgments?"

"There are no taboos in the academy, and Liu Bai, I have never met him, so I can only guess from his delay in breaking through the five realms, there are other things in his heart that are restraining him."

Chao Xiaoshu took a sip of wine, and nodded to himself.

"At least let me know the gap."

As soon as Han Ye heard this, he knew it well. He liked doing it the most, but the difference was that if Han Ye couldn't beat him, he could run away.

And no one can catch up.

"Brother Chao, we've had enough food and wine, shall we have a fight?" Han Ye raised his glass.

Yan Se at the side was so shocked that he pulled out a few beards.

"What do you want to do, you brat? Fighting at higher levels is no longer enough for you, isn't it? You still want to fight at a higher level!" Yan Se slapped Han Ye lightly on the back of the head.

"Brother Chao has the same idea, right?" Han Ye and Yan Se looked at Chao Xiaoshu at the same time, but the latter's eyes were threatening.

Zhao Xiaoshu smiled obsequiously.

"I do have such thoughts. I will never forget the scene of you defeating Wang Jinglue that day."

Yan Se stood up blowing his beard.

"Ok?"

Chao Xiaoshu paused.

"It's a pity you don't use a sword."

Yan Se sat down in satisfaction.

"Who said I can't?" Han Ye said lightly.

Yan Se's face stretched out to meet Han Ye's nose.

"Why haven't I seen it before, where is your sword?"

Hearing the words, Chao Xiaoshu yelled "wait a moment" and got up and went outside the house.

"Master, don't worry. Do you think Brother Chao is the kind of person who has no sense of proportion? He won't hurt me." Han Ye comforted Yan Se.

"He is! And out of his head."

"...If you insist on fighting...put on my talisman robe." Yan Se took off her filthy Taoist robe and put it on Han Ye.

Han Ye didn't react, and when he was about to refuse, he found that the Taoist robe was covered with all kinds of defensive symbols.

"Master, are you a real dog? No wonder you are willing to do laundry."

Yan Se nodded inscrutablely, implying that you still have a lot to learn.

Chao Xiaoshu walked in from the outside, already holding a slender silver sword in his hand.

"Brother Han, try this."

Chao Xiaoshu threw the sword over, Han Ye took it, and played with the sword flower, only to see the afterimage of the sword flower reappeared several times before gradually disappearing.

"Good swordsmanship." Zhao Xiaoshu praised with bright eyes.

"Good sword." Han Ye followed suit.

"This sword is called 'Spring Rain'. It was left to me by my master. It has been kept in the ancestral hall of my Chao family. Now it is a good home with you."

Han Ye saw Chun Yu's silver fine lines swimming under the light, which felt a little unreal, so he didn't make any excuses, and immediately thanked and accepted it.

Yanming Lake.

The warm sun in the early spring obviously lacked stamina, and it just made it stronger when it shone on the frozen lake.

Yan Se drew the spell on the side, and the circle of the spell on the ice was like a huge arena, so that the breath of the two people's battle would not spread too much.

"I, Chao Xiaoshu, hold the sword: Qinggang."

"I practiced swords at the age of five, developed my first piece of sword energy at the age of ten, and the second piece of sword energy at the age of 12. I have learned swordsmanship for 30 years, and now I can send and receive five pieces of sword energy freely."

"And today, I want to cut out the sixth piece!"

On the frozen Yanming Lake, fine pieces of ice and snow swirled across Han Ye's tattered Taoist robe.

"I, Han Ye, hold the sword: Chunyu."

"Learning martial arts at the age of 15, good at palm technique, fingering technique, light work, learning sword for two and a half years."

"Chicken... if the sword is out of its sheath, it will bleed!"

(End of this chapter)