Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 478: Looking at All the Swords, One Person is Missing

Although she was not very excited about the two swordsmen, Cui Zhaoye actually enjoyed watching this sword fight. She had seen too many swords over the years and was past the stage of being surprised by exquisite sword moves. The beauty that the sword brought to her was actually within her expectations.

But that doesn't mean these two people are ordinary.

On weekdays, Cui Zhaoye liked to stroll around the Shenjing City, especially places like the Suzaku Sword Platform and the West Pond at night, where there were always many swordsmen testing their swords. If he suddenly found a good one among the so-so ones, it would be like buying a delicious sweet ice cream in summer.

Cui Zhaoye would often write a short note to the other party, and soon some newspapers and book clubs would come to find it. If the swordsman agreed, these sword reviews would be published immediately. The most recent one was the day before yesterday, when Bian Weiji, the direct descendant of Nanyue Mountain, was really good at using the sword. Nanyue Mountain was also a new sect to her.

The annual trip to the Sword Training Academy is to attend a long-awaited feast.

There will be no sense of filling in the gaps, and "good" and "excellent" are not enough to reach the threshold. One must be the best in a certain school to stand here.

Here she would not turn her eyes to a sweet ice cream, and the exquisitely carved fruit plate was only a free appetizer. What she was looking forward to was something that would truly surprise her, make her soul tremble, and be like the phoenix crying in Kunshan. She wanted to see the true top swordsmen reveal their essence in "sword" in tit-for-tat confrontation, and each one would have a different wonderful taste.

Cui Zhaoye now dipped her pen in ink and wrote down her most direct feelings and thoughts about the sword fight on two pages. After returning, she would carefully improve and write sword reviews for each swordsman. These sword reviews would not be submitted to the Times, but would be carefully compiled into the materials for writing sword works, and would only be accepted by the Sword Training Institute and even the various sword schools.

"Zhang Chao, your roots are weak but your branches are tough, your mind is too strong and almost rigid, your sword has a dead aura, you should learn the way of the withered sword."

As the chess and sword games went on, there were exciting wins and losses between each group. Changsun Jue watched intently, memorizing their names one by one. In her opinion, of course, each of them was extremely good, but Cui Zhaoye could always give a clear assessment of each one.

The next thing that caught both of their attention was a casual and bright red dress.

The man faced a man with a hairpin and a tall crown. The man did not use the Chang'an Daosheng sword, but tied a sword around his waist.

The fight lasted a long time. The man's swordsmanship was obviously superior, but he was repeatedly hindered in the chess and swordplay. Even Changsun Jue could see the extraordinaryness of this majestic-looking woman. Her swordsmanship was graceful and agile, and she often performed miraculous moves. Although he did not understand the moves, the beauty of the sword that combined hardness and softness was obviously at another level.

After the performance, the sword students on the field applauded, but unfortunately they were ultimately no match for the man's sword that swept through the entire field with a gust of wind and snow, causing Chang Sun Jue to clench his fist and sigh.

Cui Zhaoye also nodded and pondered for a longer time than in the previous few games, and finally clapped his hands with a smile.

"Ning Shuhong" Cui Zhaoye repeated the name and looked at the audience, "She can win."

Chang Sun Jue opened his eyes and said, "This one?"

Cui Zhaoye nodded: "If she and Han Xiuben are really enemies."

Chang Sun Jue opened his eyes even wider.

"To use one's life as a sword, one must have a strong sense of the 'sword' and be able to enter the realm of unity between man and sword. I use the sword as the sword, and the sword uses me as the sword. This is the sword master I want to see." Cui Zhaoye chased after the woman in red, "You know, she is not 'using' the sword, but can really merge with the sword."

“Scratched?!”

".Not really."

"what?"

"I'm talking about this kind, not her." Cui Zhaoye still retracted his gaze, "Those who clearly distinguish between the master and the guest of the sword have not entered the way of swordsmanship; those who can solve the moves like solving a puzzle are burning the piano and cooking the crane. The first seven games were all of this kind. Although it is pleasing to the eye, it's a pity that there is no spiritual energy at all."

Chang Sun Jue was bewildered. She felt that each of the sword moves was so ingenious that it was beyond her imagination.

Cui Zhaoye picked up his pen and said, "Ning Shuhong has broken away from this rut. Unfortunately, she is still not naturally beautiful. But she must be very good at fighting."

Changsun Jue then looked at him with admiration.

Then Cui Zhaoye's eyes became brighter and brighter, and his pupils were like stars cutting through the night sky.

Because in previous years such sword students were either in the top three or in the top five, the swordplay between two such sword students was a memorable finale. However, in the following matches, Wen Zheng, Wang Shousi, and Chu Shuiting, each of them made Cui Zhaoye tap the table lightly and frown and sigh.

"Wen Zheng is the most correct swordsman. She is the kind of sword genius that people often talk about and that the sects want the most. She has almost no weaknesses. Look how solid the [Famous Cliff and Green Pine] was just now." Cui Zhaoye squinted and supported his face with his hand. "To be honest, I really like swordsmen like this. They are obviously superhumanly gifted with swords, but they are willing to lay the foundation bit by bit without rushing or being impatient. They can often go a long way in the future. However, they are still too 'plain'."

"Peaks, troughs, foreshadowing, killer moves. Almost all of them are presented in the most reasonable way. In fact, they are also another kind of boredom." Cui Zhaoye couldn't help but sigh again. "Wang Shousi's sword style is clever, but unfortunately it is still the same; Chu Shuiting is Ning Shuhong three years later."

"Grandson, am I being too harsh?" Cui Zhaoye looked at the sword arena with some melancholy. "In fact, the swordsmen this year are already very powerful."

The eldest grandson hesitated for a moment and said, "It's okay. Whether you agree or not, it won't affect my sword training anyway."

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Under Cui Zhaoye's slightly dangerous gaze, Changsun Jue changed the subject and said, "And what about Lu Xiu from the Lu family? Didn't he win against Wen Zheng? He seems to be quite powerful as well."

The noble lady still looked high and mighty, sitting alone at the edge of the sword field, with two sword students who came from the military standing on both sides - squeezing in two such people in a sword academy with such limited places was a staggering luxury, regardless of whether it was legal or not.

Cui Zhaoye, however, had no expression on his face. He glanced at her coldly and said, "A sparrow covered in colorful clothes thinks it is a phoenix. I am too lazy to comment." The next moment, a snow-like sword light suddenly lit up from the field, instantly illuminating the frost on the girl's face.

There was a tall and silent woman, with only a piece of clothing and a sword, nothing else; and the young man in black clothes who carried six swords on his back.

This was the last group on the sword field, but Changsun Jue's gaze was somewhat hesitant, looking back and forth from time to time.

Both players on the field were unusually silent. After the salute, there was the sound of swords, and after the sound of swords, there was another salute. The whole game of swordplay ended in silence, and Zuoqiu Longhua, who was five years older, won.

However, everyone was already fascinated by the two figures, one black and one white.

However, Cui Zhaoye became a little angry for the first time.

"Sword Demon is indeed a Sword Demon," she smiled and tilted her head towards Changsun Jue at first, "This is the kind of swordsman I was talking about. Look carefully, I came back this time just for him. I'll know if he is right when I take another look."

Then, the look in these eyes gradually changed from satisfaction and expectation to astonishment, stiffness, silence, and then to clenched teeth.

"I've said before that a person's essence of 'sword' is the most valuable thing. Bai Lu Gong is obsessed with using skills to enter the Tao all day long! "Cui Zhaoye threw the pen down, "Such a good seedling can clearly reach the Dao sword? But he has to devote himself to the "Six Pi"? Thirty years of it, sixty years of it! What if he can't enter the Tao?! Such a good swordsman is wasted!"

Changsun Jue turned around and saw that the girl's eyebrows raised when she was angry, and her whole face brightened up. He couldn't help but think that the sister of the Cui family was inexplicably more beautiful like this.

Cui Zhaoye took a deep breath and said indignantly: "Let them go to Dongting and Yunlang as soon as possible!"

Chang Sun Jue asked carefully: "Does this count as being scraped out?"

"It was scraped out, and then destroyed by someone else." Cui Zhaoye said angrily.

But she soon fell silent for a few breaths, and then returned to her normal expression. She sighed softly and said in a muffled voice: "Forget it. In fact, even if there is no disaster in Bailu Palace, Yang Zhenbing is not the kind of swordsman I really want."

"Ok?"

"He is only at that level." Cui Zhaoye whispered, "You don't know much about swords. But some standards, such as the nature of the 'sword' and the unity with the sword, I think are unchangeable facts, which clearly distinguish the superior and inferior swordsmen. Although some people still disagree, the truth will spread throughout the world sooner or later."

"And some of the standards are my own." Cui Zhaoye looked at the swordsmen from afar, "I have my own 'aesthetics', grandson. I also have a completely personal imagination about the word 'swordsman'. Some swords can be handled this way or that way. Many people would say there is no right or wrong, but I just think one way is better."

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"But I don't know how to use a sword, Changsun, I can't prove it." Cui Zhaoye whispered, and then tilted his head to reveal a charming and helpless smile, "This is what we call Ziqi before he met Boya."

Chang Sun Jue was still searching in the sword field, but he turned back and asked, "Didn't you meet Yan Feiqing last year? How is he?"

However, as soon as this name came out, Cui Zhaoye fell silent again.

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"As for Yan Feiqing, there are only legends about him in Shenjing, but no trace of him. He is too lazy to even go out." Cui Zhaoye rolled his eyes slightly.

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"But in fact, he is indeed the swordsman of this generation with the highest sword talent that I have ever seen. It's just that his sword is too 'ruthless'. A ruthless sword cannot become a compassionate one. I always believe that the sword is something that is rooted in 'people'."

"Oh." Chang Sun Jue nodded, but at this moment he couldn't help but have his own doubts, and turned around and asked, "Sister Cui, are all the sword students of this year really here?"

"Huh?" Cui Zhaoye asked puzzledly.

"Is there someone named 'Pei Ye' who hasn't come yet? He is also a sword student of the current year of the Sword Training Academy." Chang Sun Jue said, "He is also about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a very tall figure, and carrying a green sword."

Cui Zhaoye was silent for a moment: "Were you deceived by some wild boy?"

"It was Shaojun who told me!"

"Oh?"

"We even went to class together." Chang Sun Jue frowned and said seriously, "He also wrote 'Xu Chuo' as 'Xu Chu'."

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".Let's go see this strange man again next time we have a chance." Cui Zhaoye didn't care too much, he lowered his head and put away the paper and pen, "Let's go, Miss Changsun, let's go somewhere else."

(End of this chapter)