Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 477 Cui Zhaoye

".Forget it, it's nothing."

Changsun Jue did not answer, but lowered his head to flip through the names. This booklet was very detailed. There was no information about the swordsman's appearance or age, but each name's origin, swordsmanship inheritance, swordplay achievements, and deeds in the martial arts world were recorded. Changsun Jue flipped through the book intently, his eyes sparkling, as if he had entered another world.

The apple of the eye of Grand Minister of Rites Changsun Xuanlu's eye, she would hide all kinds of swordsman novels under her pillow since she was a child, reading the thrilling stories in them and imagining the cool and heroic characters in them. Unfortunately, before she met this friend next to her, she did not have many opportunities to come into contact with that distant world.

"Hey, I've read the story of 'White Ape's Sword'. Is there really a sect called White Ape Cave?"

"The last three of the Thirty-Three Sword Sects can sometimes produce a unique swordsman, but that's about it."

"Then was it true that the monkey taught Zhang Chao how to use the sword?"

"His master taught him."

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At first glance, Cui Zhaoye does not look like a girl of seventeen or eighteen. It is not that she looks precocious, but she seems to have lost interest in too many things early on. The most striking feature of her beautiful face is her eyes, which seem to have been carefully carved out of black colored glaze by the most skilled craftsman. However, no matter how much effort was put in, they could never be so vivid and lifelike.

He can see through everything like this, but with his eyes drooping at the corners, he looks like a hermit living in the mountains.

She was now wearing a beautiful purple dress and was not afraid of standing out in the Sword Academy.

After crossing several streets, the carriage stopped at the gate of the Sword Repairing Institute.

Changsun Jue got off the car after Cui Zhaoye. This sword academy was still so quiet and simple. She knew that there were only more than a hundred sword students inside, which was a gathering of sword masters from the entire Tang Dynasty.

Cui Zhaoye seemed to be familiar with the situation. He knocked on the door and handed over his business card. Soon someone came to greet them. Two people brought only a maid. The few of them followed the guide into the dark courtyard.

Chang Sun Jue became very low-key and quiet after entering the sword academy. He stepped back and walked with Cui Zhaoye half a step, only looking around with a pair of bright eyes, pursing his lips, as if he was worried about disturbing the swordsman somewhere.

However, she did not have the opportunity to observe the sword academy for too long. Soon they passed through a door, their view widened, and they arrived at the sword field.

More than 20 swordsmen in ordinary clothes were already standing here, chatting with each other in groups of three or five. Their swords and the way they held the swords were different. Some were hung around their waists, some were held in their hands, some were hung on their backs. There was even one person who carried six swords on his back.

They were indeed this year's outstanding swordsmen, and each of them seemed to have a story. Changsun Jue was staring at them, but Cui Zhaoye pulled her. The three of them did not stay here, but went up to a small attic in the corner.

This is indeed an inconspicuous and comfortable view.

Chang Sun Jue leaned over the window and looked over, then said with wide eyes, "It has begun!"

Cui Zhaoye cast a glance over and then picked up the pot to make tea first.

"Who are these two swordsmen?" Changsun Jue turned around and asked.

The man on the left hand was thin but had long arms. He had a long sword behind his back and was looking at the ground with his eyes downcast. He seemed to be extremely relaxed. The man on the right had a Taoist bun and was talking and laughing with the people off the court. He was standing in a very loose posture.

"I have to wait until the sword is used, and I don't know him."

As soon as the words fell, the sword ceremony was performed on the field. The next moment, two people in sword uniforms flashed by like rainbows. The sword shadows instantly blossomed into sharp flowers on the field, and countless petals disappeared in a flash.

The agility of the man with long arms is obvious, and there seems to be an invisible step in the air, and every sword strike of the man is from above. This sword technique without touching the ground is indeed unique in the world, and it is not strange for the sake of strangeness. It has a complete set of attack and defense. It is not an exaggeration to call it a "strange sword". People who receive the sword are often hindered everywhere.

But the man with the Taoist bun still had an air of leisurely strolling in a garden, as if he was holding an umbrella during a downpour. His body moved with his steps, and his sword moved with him. He was almost unpredictable.

The fight lasted for more than ten rounds in the blink of an eye. The next moment, it was as if the rain suddenly pierced through the umbrella. The man with the Taoist bun suddenly slowed down his pace and put away the sword shadows in the sky like an umbrella. The man with long arms landed at the same time, twisted his feet, and the first move of the game, the ground-stepping sword, was launched at this moment. It was as if the collisions and moves in the air for more than ten rounds were condensed into a sword at this moment, and the sword blade rushed straight towards the opponent who was standing still.

But the next moment, the man with the Taoist bun who was about to stand still suddenly flashed again, leaned on the ground and swept behind the other person in an arc.

However, the long-armed swordsman seemed to have eyes on his back, or the sword was originally aimed at his back. A stunning and magical sword light appeared on the field. He bent his body backward and pulled his arms back. At this time, Changsun Jue finally knew the use of those rather long arms. With the flexibility of his body, they were formed into a strange and beautiful posture. The sword stopped straight in front of the throat of the Taoist swordsman.

However, the next moment, his face drooped slightly, and when he moved his eyes to look, he was shocked to find that the sword in Daoji's hand was placed on the side of his neck.

Cui Zhaoye drank tea and looked down. Changsun Jue looked back with sparkling eyes: "Sister Cui, do you know now?"

Talking about swords, Cui Zhaoye rarely showed a serious expression. He put down his teacup and said, "The man on the left hand is Zhang Chao, who inherited the "Ape Master Sword" and is said to be the most talented person in the White Ape Cave in the past 30 years. The last sword he used was called "Old Ape Looking Back". People say that 'Ape Master's three kills require four lives', and this move is one of the 'three kills'. As far as sword moves are concerned, it is indeed a world-class killing move."

"Then the other swordsman must be even more powerful?"

"The one on the right is Wen Li from the Jingming Taoist sect. Among the Taoist swordsmen, the Qingwei, Shenxiao, and Jingming sects all focus on cultivating the mind. They are good at seeing through the true sword moves, and breaking them." Cui Zhaoye tapped the teacup lightly, paused, and sighed, "But if you ask me, they are actually swordsmen of the same level."

".This Mr. Wenli clearly won, didn't he?"

"If you read a few more collections, you will be able to beat others in flying flower order. It's not about your literary talent." Cui Zhaoye handed her a cup of tea. "Zhang Chao is the only one from the three small sects this year. His foundation is not strong enough, so he should be ranked last among all the sword students. Wen Lizhan is good at breaking moves and has a high family background, so it's not surprising that he won."

Chang Sun Jue was curious and pondered: "Then what is the superiority of the 'sword'?"

Cui Zhaoye was silent for a moment, but he lazily opened the scroll and picked up the pen: "I can't finish these two sentences. It's not the result of accomplishment, nor can it be passed on by words. 'I have been looking for a swordsman for thirty years, and the leaves have fallen and branches have grown again.' The real sword in the world can only be encountered but not sought."

"Isn't there any in Chang'an Sword Academy?"

"If there is one truth among a hundred falsehoods, I will be satisfied." Cui Zhaoye sighed, "Coming here every year is like scratching papers in a casino, hoping that one of the twenty or so will win. It's annoying. I feel bored with your questions. This year is obviously a particularly outstanding class, and there are still so many swordsmen waiting to be tested."

Changsun Jue pursed his lips and glanced at her, not caring at all, and leaned over to watch with relish.

(End of this chapter)