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

Chapter 820: The Living Dictionary of the Sword [Subscribe*Monthly Ticket Request]

"Senior please!"

Yan Yan stood with his legs crossed, getting into position.

"You don't use a sword? I heard from the kid from the Tan Tai family that you have two sword techniques, one is very fast, and the other is very disgusting!"

Seeing that Yan Yan didn't use a sword, Ying Qushui didn't plan to take action directly, and wanted to talk to Yan Yan more.

After all, he was invincible in the past and didn't even have a decent opponent. After being silent for a hundred years and coming out again, so many masters have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and he also felt itchy and wanted to test his skills in the world.

"Senior, if you want to see something, I will do my best!"

Seeing that Ying Qushui wanted to see the Eight Techniques of Yongzi and Tai Chi Sword, Yan Yan did not refuse. With a wave of his hand, a stream of water was drawn out from the Huai River and turned into a transparent ice sword that fell into his hand.

Ying Qushui also turned his right hand, and a water sword also flew into his hand.

"Gathering energy into blades, the cultivation levels of these two are beyond the comprehension of ordinary warriors!" He Shang Gong also brought everyone to the bank of the Huai River.

Although not many people knew about the duel between Ying Qushui and Yan Yan, and it was held at the last minute, all the masters in Shouchun rushed there as soon as possible.

After all, it was a duel between two top masters, and ordinary people would not have the opportunity to see it.

"However, sword practitioners should leave on their own!" Tan Tai Mieming reminded the sword practitioners who were rushing over from all directions.

However, even with Tan Tai Mieming's reminder, not many people left.

"Thank you for the reminder, Senior, but Sword Master is the end of our journey, and we dare not ask for anything else!"

Tan Tai Mieming didn’t say anything else. For ordinary people, the Sword Master was already at the top of their game.

"Master, we..." The divine swordsmen and commanders around Jing Ke hesitated.

They are different from ordinary people. They have inheritance and are geniuses. It would be a bit of a hasty move for them to rashly watch the Great River Sword Intent.

"Let's go!" Jing Ke hesitated for a moment, and finally waved his hand, not forcing them to stay and guard.

Even Jing Ke himself was a little hesitant as to whether he could withstand the erosion of the sword intent of the great river.

On the field, Yan Yan and Ying Qushui didn't care about what the audience were thinking.

The two water swords collided lightly in the air, and then sword energy instantly overflowed. In the blink of an eye, the sword light was diffuse, so fast that people could not see the sword shadow clearly.

"So fast!" Jing Ke came back to his senses and dared not be distracted anymore.

If you don't concentrate, you won't be able to keep up with the speed of the two swords.

It is true that Jing Ke was famous for his swift swordsmanship, but Yan Yan and Ying Qushui's swordsmen were no less powerful than his.

The two men agreed to stop fighting when the time was right, but neither of them tried to hide their skills and chose quick attacks, using speed to counter speed, and their speed increased until the sword light covered their figures.

“Is this the flexibility that a hundred-year-old guy should have?” Yan Yan cursed in his heart.

Originally, he wanted to use a quick attack to consume Ying Qushui's physical strength. After all, he was young and Ying Qushui was old.

Unexpectedly, Ying Qushui was not at a disadvantage at all and also fought back against him with a fast attack.

In just a short moment of fighting, the two men had already used their swords to strike no less than a hundred times.

The brain couldn't keep up with the body's instinctive reaction. They were completely immersed in the fight and no one dared to be distracted.

"Other people's swords have been used up, it's time to use yours!" Ying Qushui put away his sword and took the initiative to retreat, looking at Yan Yan quietly. "What do you mean?" Everyone present looked at Ying Qushui in confusion, not understanding what Ying Qushui meant.

"Indeed, those who learn from me will live, and those who imitate me will die. Other people's swords will always belong to others." Yan Yan smiled and got into position again, with the long sword standing in front of him.

"Your Majesty did not use the swordsmanship he created himself, but the swordsmanship of Confucianism and the Hundred Schools of Thought. Although he was very proficient in it, he did not continue to study it and turn it into a swordsmanship that suits him. So in the end, it is only similar in form, not his own sword!"

Jing Ke commented.

Swordsmanship is just a technique. Since everyone's height, weight, internal strength, speed, etc. are different, each swordsmanship move will also be different. If you cannot integrate the swordsmanship and suit it to yourself, then you will only get the form but not the spirit.

Yan Yan is in this situation now. Although he has watched hundreds of sword techniques and can use the master's one method to master all techniques, when facing masters of the same level, those subtle differences will still be magnified.

The long sword stabbed straight forward, extremely sharp.

Ying Qushui's eyes also grew slightly solemn. He was old after all, and the quick fight just now had consumed a lot of his energy.

Therefore, facing the long sword that Yan Yan was stabbing at him, Ying Qushui had to be extremely alert.

It was also a straight sword stab, but after Yan Yan used his own swordsmanship, the Eight Methods of Yong, it took Ying Qushui three moves to resolve it. This is the difference.

Yan Yan was equally surprised. As expected of Ying Qushui, he was able to find the sword techniques to break each of the Eight Sword Techniques of Yong in a flash. He could be called a living dictionary of sword practitioners.

There are only eight moves in the Eight Methods of Yong, but in Yan Yan's hands, they evolved into various variations, and the transitions back and forth were smooth and seamless without any obstruction.

Ying Qushui dealt with it very well, but...

Suddenly, Ying Qushui missed the opportunities to block again and again, and his clothes were torn by the sword energy.

"What's going on? Is Qushui Sword Master going to lose?" The audience couldn't understand why Ying Qushui, who had been able to fight back and forth before, suddenly couldn't block a single move.

"Shut up!" He Shanggong snorted coldly, and his eyes looked at Ying Qushui more solemnly.

"Qushui Sword Saint did it on purpose, watch carefully!" Jing Ke reminded.

Everyone turned their attention back to the two of them.

After a brief mistake, Ying Qushui quickly turned the situation around and handled the situation with ease again.

"He... has learned your Majesty's eight strokes of the character Yong, and is even more proficient than your Majesty!" Yan Lingji opened her mouth wide in disbelief.

The reason why Ying Qushui made mistakes was not because he really couldn't deal with Yan Yan's swordsmanship, but because he was using Yan Yan's swordsmanship!

But in just a short period of time, Ying Qushui actually learned all of Yan Yan's swordsmanship, and even surpassed him, using it more skillfully than Yan Yan.

Who would believe this if I told them!

Yan Yan smiled bitterly, and truly understood what it meant to be a genius, just the threshold to see me!

His eight sword-stroke techniques for writing the character Yong were derived from the calligrapher Wang Xizhi, who was yet to be born. Strictly speaking, they are not his own sword-stroke techniques.

When encountering a sword genius like Ying Qushui who is extremely devoted to swordsmanship, it would be easy for him to learn and then transcend.

"You..." After learning the eight strokes of the character Yong, Ying Qushui frowned and took two steps back, starting the battle again. He then fell into deep thought, and finally felt a little disappointed, regretful, pity and anger.

"After all, you are entangled in worldly affairs. Your sword is not perfect!"

Ying Qushui understood that Yan Yan probably did not study further after creating the eight strokes of the character Yong, so even though Yan Yan was the creator, he was not as proficient as him in using it.

(End of this chapter)