Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 434 Letter

In Shaolong Prefecture, there are Jianlou and Liuhetai.

A gathering of heroes.

Chen Lihuai sat in the middle, while the young swordsmen from the Jade Sword Pavilion sat scattered around. The swordplay had been going on for three and a half days, and everyone was familiar with it. They had been practicing swordplay and answering questions for the past few days, which was very inspiring and funny.

It was a crisp autumn afternoon, and the wind was blowing from the high building. If you tilt your head from here, you can see the eaves of half of Shaolong City.

"So from a geographical point of view, the origin of Shaolong swordsmanship is in the north, flowing to the southeast, and irrigating the western border." The scene was quiet and leisurely, and Chen Lihuai smiled and said softly, "Feiyan Sword Sect often says 'Inherit the black clothes and carry forward the ambition of the swan'. The 'Black Clothes Sword Hall' died in Huaishi Prefecture 160 years ago, and the 'Swan Sword School' that took over was lost between Yu and Xiang in the previous dynasty - 60 to 70 percent of the current Longxi Sword Sects inherited their legacy, and this is exactly the path."

The swordsmen nodded in thought, and many of them took notes in the booklet. For many small sects with weak teacher-student relationship, being able to listen to the famous teachers of the Sword Academy sort out the Shaolong swordsmanship was undoubtedly a rare opportunity to improve their sword skills.

Guan Qianyan had heard of this kind of sword theory before. He rested his chin on his hand and tapped the pen lightly. Ren Zixin next to him wrote it down quickly, picked up the pen with a tense face, and then quickly frowned to listen to the next part of the story.

Guan Qianyan turned her head and couldn't help but whispered, "Your "Black Clothes Sword" seems to be different from what was passed down in the Black Clothes Sword Hall back then?"

Ren Zixin was startled: "Yes, my father said that three moves were missing, and the founder added one and a half moves. Later generations of masters continued to repair it, and it became what it is now."

Nine days had passed since the book-editing meeting, and the two girls who had met in the teahouse had become familiar with each other. Ren Zixin felt more and more that this true disciple of Kongtong was humble and outspoken, so he had been sitting with her for the past three days.

However, the woman in the green dress next to Guan Qianyan never had the chance to say much.

Ren Zixin's gaze stayed on it. The girl was looking down and flipping through a sword book. Her eyebrows and eyes were very beautiful.

In his impression, this girl had a kind temperament, always with a faint smile on her lips, and was as gentle as a spring breeze when talking to her. But Ren Zixin would always remember the scene in the Jade Sword Pavilion that day. Among the seven or eight figures that suddenly jumped up, she was the only one at the Pulse Tree Realm. The sharp green light that was unsheathed was not directed towards the young man in front of the hall, but actually towards the Xuanmen who leaped towards him as the first place.

Fortunately, her companion in light gray clothes suppressed her out-of-control emotions and body, and when they met again, she smiled and nodded at her calmly.

Today, this face still has an unconscious smile, and his eyes are quietly focused on the book.

"Then if we look at it from an image perspective, what do you think is the origin of Shaolong Swordsmanship?" Chen Lihuai looked around with a smile on his face on the stage.

This is a more interesting question. If the disciples of the major sects have a good understanding of the regional evolution mentioned above, then there are some different opinions on the theory of imagery, and it is closer to the essence of kendo.

The swordsmen on Liuhetai were discussing the matter. Most of the Longnan sword school mentioned Luoying, while others mentioned Mingzhu. The sword art has evolved to this day, and there are so many images that it is difficult to trace the source.

Chen Lihuai listened to the discussion with a smile, and after a while he said, "'Peach blossoms fall on thirty gates', this saying has been mentioned by many people, and it is true. The Southern True Chuan performed the Falling Ying Sword for us yesterday, and the Longnan heroes who fought on stage later said that they benefited a lot. This is indeed the most prominent path, and the Falling Ying Sword has been the main vein of Longnan for nearly two hundred years."

"Then this is the image closest to us in Shaolong Sword Dao - flower, we list it as one of them." Chen Lihuai smiled, "However, the rivers and mountains of Shaolong have been flowing for thousands of years. Before the founder Luoying founded the sect, the sword Dao had already flourished. Does anyone know what these ancient veins and hidden veins refer to?"

Some people were slightly confused, while others cast their eyes on the people in Mingzhu Waterside. Qi Mengchen nodded and said, "To answer your question, Mingzhu Waterside did not start from nothing. Our master often said that we inherited the ancient sword, so I think there must be some origin."

Chen Lihuai nodded, "Yes. Your sword vein can be traced back to two or three thousand years ago. This vein has spread, changed, and disappeared along the way. Many of them are no longer in their original form. Now there are many people who have been nurtured, but few who are representatives. The only ones that still have traces are the Mingzhu Waterside, the Five Swords Blessed Land, the Yuquan Mountain Spring Vein, the Guanhu Sword Gate, and other 'water swords'."

Chen Lihuai said slowly: "This image is exactly 'Abyss'."

The sword intents of deep repression, boundlessness, coldness, and even the story of Dragon Ball and sword forged in deep springs are all the spirit of the abyss. Swords elsewhere in the Tang Dynasty rarely have this kind of coldness and heaviness.

"This is the ancient vein, and we in Shaolong have one last, even more ancient 'hidden vein' - can anyone think of it?"

The swordsmen did not discuss for a moment, but were slightly confused. Many thought of Kongtong, and some thought of Yunyang Tower and Lujian Villa, but they had no clue. Obviously, they were not like the people of Shuixie and Luoying Mountain who knew their own affairs. It seemed that this "hidden vein" had no successor.

"Recently, they are prominent, while ancient ones are hidden. This is how it has always been." Chen Lihuai said slowly, "You can count the number of Jianmen in the world. Those who are prominent in ancient times must be the best in the world. However, 'hidden' does not mean disappearing. With the passage of dynasties, although no one knows its name gradually, it has just spread wider and sunk deeper, and is no longer so prominent."

At this time, someone asked, "Is this where Kongtong is located?"

Chen Lihuai smiled: "When talking about Shaolong sword, Kongtong must be mentioned. If this image is avoided by Kongtong, it can't be called Shaolong sword meaning. However, we often say 'Great Kongtong' but not 'Ancient Kongtong'. Its swords are numerous and they are a collection rather than a continuation. This meaning is inherent in it, but it is not the source and main vein - do you know which peak the sword is from?"

The stage was silent for a moment, and Chen Lihuai said, "It's 'Feng Shan Ming' from Cai Wu Peak."

The swordsmen were either stunned or dazed, and they were discussing for a while. Chen Lihuai smiled and said softly: "If there is anyone who still knows about the last ancient image of Shaolong, it may only be our Jade Bird from the north."

The stage was quiet for a moment, and everyone turned their eyes to the woman in green skirt on the south stage.

Almost everyone has recognized this young leader. Her master is from an obscure school, but she astounded everyone when she stepped on the stage to test the sword for the first time. Her sword skills are so wonderful and her sword-wielding agility is astonishing. Later, it was said that she was carrying the ancient Jade and Jade tradition and had already qualified to practice swordsmanship. She was quite mysterious.

And when getting along with others, she behaved and spoke appropriately, like a spring breeze. After a few days, many people preferred to stand by her side.

At this time, the girl in the green dress smiled in surprise, stood up and said, "When I was a child, I read the classics in the mountains, and there was a sentence 'Continuing the feather veins'. I think it should be 'feather'?"

Chen Lihuai clapped his hands happily: "Not bad, not bad! Only this kind of orthodox lineage can be compared to the ancient true sword - I said long ago that Yufei Mountain is the remaining fire of the sword, but it has disappeared for 200 years and no one believes it."

"The Fengshanming of Kongtong was formerly Xunfengtang; the Wuyi Sword of Feiyan Sword School can be traced back to Wuyi Sword School and Hujian School; the Mayfly Transformed into a Swan of Yuquan Mountain was taken from the Mustard Seed Sword and the Swan Sword. The three are from the center, west, and east to the north, and the one closest to the north is the Yufei Mountain four hundred years ago." Chen Lihuai said with a smile, "This is the new thread sorted out by Shaolong Sword Academy, and now I share it with you. If Jianmen is involved in exploring and discussing it, I believe both sides will benefit."

New discoveries involving swordsmanship itself are always of great value. The fact that such results were announced to all the sects was clearly a sign of the court's great sincerity in integrating the martial arts world.

Li Piaoqing bowed and sat down, then lowered her head and opened the book she had just closed. Guan Qianyan, who was standing beside her, immediately leaned over to pounce on her: "What are you secretly reading? You're so engrossed!"

Li Piaoqing quickly closed it again and said with a calm smile, "Nothing."

Guan Qianyan refused to give in and reached out to turn it over: “You never closed your mouth.”

"It doesn't make sense." Li Piaoqing smiled helplessly and unfolded it to her.

There was indeed a page of letter in the book, with clear handwriting. Guan Qianyan caught a glimpse of a line: "Since you have been practicing [Walking on Water to Pick Scales] for a long time, you can understand [Breaking the Earth] from it. Pei Ye wants you to comprehend the two together, which is his own irresponsible way of understanding the sword. You are a fourteen-year student of Yu Fei Zheng Chuan, so you should practice [Carrying a New Corpse] from the sword theory, read it first..."

Li Piaoqing closed it and said, "Have you read it? The Sword Master wrote me a letter before. Can't I read it twice more?"

There was indeed a faint and gentle smile on her face just now, which was the expression one should have when looking at the handwriting of a beloved and respected person. Guan Qianyan felt a little envious at this moment, and pouted and snorted twice before looking away.

Li Piaoqing smiled faintly, moved the book towards himself, and continued to lower his head.

This time she gently flipped open the letter sent by Master Ming Jian, revealing a page buried underneath.

It was another piece of dirty, wrinkled letter paper with crooked handwriting. The ink marks were sometimes dark and sometimes light, crooked, and looked messy and dirty. It was obvious that the person who wrote it was not only unfamiliar with the pen, but also the writing environment must have been very difficult.

"Piaoqing,
I am sorry.

I drew my sword without telling you, and I was unconscious for six days. I guess you must have been anxious and busy for a long time.

But you don't have to worry now. I'm already on the bus to Shenjing. The people who are looking after me are very nice to me. They are helping me with my wounds and feeding me. I also have friends in Shenjing, so you can rest assured.

(The pen and ink hesitated here for a while)

Piaoqing, you wrote me many letters when we were in Kongtong, but I didn't reply to you. In every letter you advised me not to be impulsive, but I didn't listen to any of them.

At that time, I really felt the heavy darkness pressing down on us from the sky, unable to stretch out my arms or breathe. The Immortal Lord was staring at me in my body, and the Emperor wanted to swallow me up; it was all black outside, and everywhere was filled with a fog that made people tense. Always facing an enemy that you can't defeat, you still carry a hatred that you can't fulfill. I really want to break them all, Piaoqing.

It weighed us down so that we were no longer ourselves. Every time I thought of you happily saying, "Cui Yu Jian Men is about to stand up," and of the two of us happily rowing a boat in the lake, I always felt that it was an unreal dream.

But I still want to give it back to us.

Because I also don’t want to see you like that, Piaoqing.

Carrying the heavy hatred of my master on my shoulders, I know that the Cuiyu Sword Sect would rather break than break, so I prefer to see it spread its wings towards the sun rather than hide in the shadows ready to perish together with its enemies.

You are so smart, and you look so pretty when you smile, so you should smile more (This sentence was crossed out with thick ink, and then reproduced with another beautiful thin brush next to it.)
Anyway, I'm sorry Piaoqing, I was still angry with you at that time.

When we separated, you gave me Xiao Shicui, but I didn't say a word to you. In fact, I had a lot to say to you. Later, I heard that people should give each other poems when they parted, but I couldn't think of them at the time, and there was no poetry collection to translate. Anyway, I always do wrong things rashly, Piaoqing, I'm sorry.

Let's restore Yufei Mountain to its former glory. At least Shaolong is clean now."

The letter was carefully smoothed out between the pages of the book, and it was obvious that it had been read more than once. Li Piaoqing gently smoothed the still wrinkled corners. At this time, Chen Lihuai on the stage smiled and said, "Why is the Jade Jade Sword closer to the meaning of 'Yu'? Please ask the Young Master and Master Bai Fei to come and test the sword for us and we will know."

Guan Qianyan tilted his head to look at the girl beside him, and saw that infatuated smile between her brows again. He closed the book and murmured softly: "You always give me the strength to illuminate my heart."

Then she sighed softly, raised her head, raised her sword and bowed politely, and walked to the center of the stage amid the smiling cheers of the crowd.

The carriage had been running for a long time.

They were already approaching the border of Yunlang, and it was a field under the moon. The autumn night was cool and quiet, and the only sound in the carriage was the gentle strokes of a woman's paper.

"Ms. Ming,

I deliberately sent this letter to you very late. When you receive it, about seven days will have passed.

I'm glad that I bought you pear soup that day, and gave you the poem I had prepared for a long time because later I realized that things in the world are really unpredictable. Always thinking about 'what I will do in the future' is actually sowing the seeds for lifelong regrets.

Miss Ming, thank you for teaching me swordsmanship. I will also teach you how to play chess!

Look at the chessboard I drew below. In swordplay, you can counter the opponent's moves, but in chess, it is taboo to think about each move carefully. Once you follow the opponent's rhythm, you are done.

In chess, you have to counterattack all the time. The two methods I am most familiar with are "returning the cannon to the horse" and "advancing the cannon two times". You should practice the routine first, and then integrate it, and you will naturally become more and more powerful.
I also have a very powerful killer move, called 'Eat the Car in Six Steps'. I have never met anyone else who knows how to use it, so I will teach it to you now.

"

Ming Qitian read the letter carefully. The boy really wrote down every step in great detail. No one had ever taught her how to play chess so carefully and seriously. However, the woman did not sketch the appearance of the chess pieces in her mind as he described the situation. The letter was too sudden, too restrained, and too inexplicable. The emotions hidden behind the wording made her feel a little uneasy.

They had just been separated for less than ten days, why would such a letter be sent?
Ming Qitian couldn't figure out what had happened for a moment, but she had already opened the second letter at hand.

This letter was much newer, the handwriting was much uglier, and there was no such statement as "to be sent later". It was clearly written two hours ago.

"It's alright, Miss Ming, we'll go down in person next time we meet.

You are not allowed to learn my tricks."

Ming Qitian looked at the short note in a daze. The two letters came one after another, and she still didn't know what happened, but the look of the young man who survived the disaster touching his head awkwardly was as if she was remembering it right in front of her eyes.

She couldn't help but smile faintly, but at the same time she felt a little longing in her heart. The moon was hanging quietly in the autumn fields, and she didn't know when they would meet next time.

Two thousand miles away, the solemn carriage carrying the mountain boy finally entered the Shenjing City. Unfortunately, the scene was completely different from what he had imagined. The curtains were thick and deep, and apart from the "thump thump" of horse hooves stepping on stones, he could not feel any sense of this magnificent and splendid city that never sleeps.

Pei Ye lay on his back in the cage, the iron chains were heavy and his body was still weak. He had a better way to embrace this prosperous world, flowers, splendor, fame, status, power. But he still chose the mud and shackles.

He had never felt so at ease, relaxed and peaceful in his heart, even though he had dreamed of the face that invited him to walk with him under the moonlight on the upper floor last night, and he still felt sad.

Pei Ye listened to the sound of horse hooves hitting stones, the rhythm was like a song. He knocked lightly on the cage bars, and Yan Feiqing, who was meditating, opened his eyes: "What's the matter?"

The boy didn't turn his head, just stared at the roof of the car, and spoke softly after a long time.

"According to your teachings, what exactly is 'life'?"

"."

Yan Feiqing was silent for two whole hours. Not a word was uttered in the carriage. The autumn night was so quiet that only the sound of horse hooves stepping on stones made a melody.
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It is said:

Both friend and teacher, we meet and part, with one heart and one sword, bright or dark.

Last night we drank and drank under the moon, realizing that the world is unpredictable.

I am alone in this world again, and I have dreamt of the capital many times.

Smiles always come from swordsmen, I wish you had no talent but a destiny.

(End of Volume 2)
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