The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 747 Great River Sword Intention·Sword Saint·Ying Qushui [Please subscribe*Please vote]

"Old man, how long are you going to suppress me?"

In a remote courtyard of the Jing family, an old man with sparse hair that was about to fall out asked in a cold voice while looking at the empty courtyard.

"Why didn't you think about today when you killed the disciple who had the greatest potential to become a master in my Great Qin?" An equally old figure appeared above the courtyard.

"I have explained it for nearly a hundred years. I just threw a sword at him back then, and he was the one seeking death!" Jing Cui didn't want to explain anymore.

In the Battle of Danyang, it was not him who wanted to kill Ying Hua, but Ying Hua who asked for death.

War is a game of power among the nobles. No one will kill the enemy's top generals. At most, they will capture them in exchange for greater benefits.

Very few top generals actually died on the battlefield.

"That has nothing to do with me. I only know that Ying Hua died under your sword!" said the old master of Qin State coldly.

Does he really not know why Ying Hua died?

Not really, but King Huiwen of Qin ordered Jing Cui to be killed. As the master of Qin, he would naturally complete this task, and would not change even after a hundred years.

As for how Ying Hua died, he knew it very well.

During the Battle of Danyang, Ying Hua wanted to lead his army back to provide reinforcements, so it was naturally impossible for him to be captured by Jing Cui and have the army trapped. So Ying Hua used his life to exchange for the anger of the Qin army and the cowardice of the Chu State.

Eventually the army came back to help, and Qin officially became one of the most powerful states in the world.

But he was just a warrior, a warrior supported by the Qin State. He would spend his whole life to complete the orders of the King of Qin and repay the kindness of the Qin State with his whole life.

"You go help the master, leave this to me!" Jing Cui glanced in the direction of the city wall and finally gave the order.

The Qin State Grandmaster glanced at Jing Cui, and then ignored the departure of the Jing family's masters and let them leave.

Over the years, if it weren't for the help of these Jing family masters, he would have killed Jing Cui long ago.

"After all these years, did you really think I was afraid of you?" Jing Cui stretched out his hand, and a spear flew from the house into his hand. He took three steps forward, and his aura changed accordingly. His appearance also changed from an old man to a young man. Except for his bald head, he no longer looked old.

"It would have been great if it had happened earlier. Either I die and you continue to be domineering in Chu, or you die and I can leave Chu and travel around the world." The Qin master also drew out a rusty bronze sword. He took two steps forward, and the rust fell off, revealing a golden sword. On the sword, the words "Shui Xin" engraved in Qin's small seal script also appeared.

His identity as the Qin State Grandmaster was also recognized. During the reign of King Huiwen of Qin, he was the world's number one swordsman and sword saint.

No one knows his real name anymore.

"The sword intent of the great river, the sword saint of the water heart, Ying Qushui!" On the city wall, after Tan Tai Mieming felt the sword intent erupting from the Jing clan's land, he subconsciously pulled Jing Wei and took two steps back.

"Is the opponent very strong?" Jingwei didn't know those veteran masters from several generations ago.

"Very strong. At least when I was young, he was already famous all over the world." Tan Tai Mieming was really a little scared.

If he had known Ying Qushui was here, he would not have come at all.

There are many sword masters in the world, and there is one in every generation, but there are also differences between sword masters. Some sword masters are only at the level of sword master, while others are at the level of grandmaster.

And Ying Qushui happens to be a grandmaster-level swordsman, and he is one of the strongest among the grandmasters.

"No one knows the real name of Ying Qushui for a long time, as if he had this name when he became famous. All we know is that he defeated all the swordsmen in the world when he was born, cut the Qushui River in half with a single sword, and entered the realm of a grandmaster." Tan Tai Mieming continued to talk about the few records about Ying Qushui.

That's a big river, one sword can stop its flow.

That was the real Duan Liu. Compared with the blind swordsman Duan Shui who was fighting with Wei Zhuang, they were not even on the same level.

"Father, are you afraid that the other party is in cahoots with Jing Cui?" Jingwei could tell from the two steps Tan Tai Mieming took back that he was planning to run away.

"Can it be said that a scholar's job is to run away? What your father is doing is called avoiding the enemy's sharp edge and making a strategic shift!" Tan Tai Mieming would never admit that he was a coward.

"Father, you don't have to worry at all. Senior Ying Qushui should be here to help us!" Jingwei said with a smile.

Although I don’t understand what Ying Qushui and Jing Cui are doing, the fact that they haven’t come for such a long time proves that they are not on the same page. Even more boldly, it is very likely that Ying Qushui was sent by the Qin State to help.

"Stay here and don't go and see!" Tan Tai Mieming thought about it and felt that Jing Niu was right, so he left Jing Niu on the city wall and went to the Jing clan's land.

"The sword intent of the great river has destroyed the sword paths of countless geniuses and evildoers. You still have a long way to go. Don't look, don't feel, otherwise your path will end here!" Although Tan Tai Mieming left, he still sent a message to Jing Wei and Wei Zhuang.

What Ying Qushui was most famous for was not how many masters he defeated or how he cut the Yellow River in half with one sword, but that his sword cut off the paths of all the geniuses who had seen him use the sword.

Jingwei originally wanted to comprehend the sword intent of the great river to sharpen her sword, but after being reminded by Tan Tai Mieming, she decisively abandoned this idea. Her adoptive father would never lie to her.

But some people are different. The more they are told not to do something, the more they want to do it.

For example, Wei Zhuang, and Duan Shui who was fighting with him.

The two of them stopped immediately when the sword intent erupted, and felt the sword intent erupted from the grandmaster.

then……

Wei Zhuang looked at the shark tooth in his hand and wanted to throw away the sword!
He saw countless swords, countless swords gathered into a river of sword energy, like the sky falling, like a rushing river. In the sword river, he saw swords of all kinds, the swords of Mohism, the swords of Confucianism, the swords of various schools of thought, and the swords of the world's masters were all among them. He felt so insignificant in the river of sword energy that he could not muster any resistance and even subconsciously wanted to imitate.

Duan Shui's path was blocked by Yan Shuyu's sword, but now after feeling the sword intent of Dahe, he found the sword that could break his inner demons, and his momentum continued to rise.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Jingwei felt Duanshui's sword intent gathering, and he lightly shot out a sword, forcibly interrupting Duanshui's perception.

Duan Shui had lost his eyesight, but he still turned around angrily to face Jing Wei who had interrupted his way.

"I told you not to watch it and compare your feelings, but you didn't listen. Now you're in trouble!" Jingwei was a little annoyed that Wei Zhuang didn't listen to her advice.

You don't even listen to what the master says. Do you really think you are better than the master?

Wei Zhuang did not answer. It seemed that his path was really blocked. The sword intent of the great river had made it impossible for him to see his way forward. No matter how he walked, he would subconsciously imitate others. He could only follow Ying Qushui's path and could no longer break through.

(End of this chapter)