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

Chapter 823 Yan Yan vs Ying Qushui (Part ) [Subscribe*Subscribe for monthly tickets]

"I think this sword is meant for me!"

After admitting defeat, He Shanggong did not immediately return the sword Yufeng to the leader of the Mohist school.

"If you like it, feel free to take it!"

The leader of the Mohist school hesitated for a moment, looked at Jing Ke, and when Jing Ke nodded, he simply sent Yu Feng out.

It's worth exchanging a famous sword for a favor from a Taoist master.

Of course, only the Mohist school could be so wealthy that they could give away famous swords at will.

As long as the Mohists are willing, the famous sword can actually be copied and mass-produced.

But for those sword-making masters, the same famous sword will not be forged again after it is forged once.

In addition to the swordsmith's personality, it is more because these swordsmiths all understand the principle that rare things are valuable.

If a famous sword becomes commonplace, it will lose its value, which will greatly affect their prestige and source of experience.

"Thank you!" He Shanggong also knew what the Mo family was planning, but it was just a favor. Giving it to the Mo family also meant that he had an intersection and connection with the Mo family.

Sometimes that's how favors and relationships come about.

On the other side, Shao Siming, Yan Lingji and other members of the Bingzhou lineage looked at Yan Yan, who was experiencing an epiphany, with some concern.

Even He Shang Gong could only take five of Ying Qushui's swords. How many of Ying Qushui's swords could Yan Yan, who was once pinned to the ground and hammered by He Shang Gong, take now?

Similarly, everyone present was curiously looking at the figure who was experiencing enlightenment.

Even the Taoist masters were defeated, so how should the only emperor in the world respond, and in what form should he respond?

The figure shrouded in the great righteousness was still blurry, and words were surrounding him, including ancient oracle bone inscriptions, ancient characters that had evolved from generation to generation, and the official script that was being vigorously promoted throughout the world by the Qin and Bing countries.

"He is deducing Haoran!" Lord Chu Nan suddenly said.

If there is anyone in the world who understands Haoran Zhengqi best, it is not Yan Yan, nor Xunzi, but Duke Chu Nan, who was beaten by Haoran Zhengqi.

It is said that your enemies know you better than you know yourself.

Chu Nan was just like this. Ever since he was beaten by Xunzi, he had been dreaming about how to defeat Xunzi. Therefore, he was the person who understood righteousness best in the whole world, no one else.

Around Yan Yan, words were evolving and flying, but they kept changing and decreasing towards the official script, and finally only three large characters were left.

"One, is, a person!"

Naturally, there was no one present who was illiterate, and these three characters were among the most widely used characters. Even illiterate people could recognize these three characters.

"It's true that his comprehension is beyond belief. He can find his own way from my path so quickly!" Ying Qushui was also a little surprised.

He was able to combine thousands of sword techniques into nine swords, and Yan Yan was also able to draw inferences from one instance and condense Tianxia Haoran into the three most frequently used words.

In other words, as long as scholars in the world use these three words, they will unconsciously concentrate their own noble spirit on Yan Yan.

"Time is short, I can only condense three words!"

Yan Yan slowly opened his eyes, a green light shot out, the majestic aura disappeared, and the three big words disappeared with it.

"Real name?" Ying Qushui thought for a moment and gave a definition to the three big words condensed by Yan Yan.

It is very difficult to cultivate the great and upright spirit, but once you have this name, it is equivalent to condensing the majestic and ethereal Haoran into one word, which greatly reduces the difficulty of practicing Haoran.

As long as all scholars focus on one word, there is a high probability that they can cultivate the noble spirit. At the same time, if they cultivate their own name, when they arouse the noble spirit, they can also receive the blessing of the entire noble spirit river.

"The young are to be feared!" Ying Qushui exclaimed.

He can simplify thousands of sword techniques, but this also increases the difficulty of practicing the Great River Sword Intent. Those who are not talented enough will find it difficult to cultivate the Great River Sword Intent.

Yan Yan is different. He made the great and upright energy that was originally extremely difficult to cultivate become something that anyone who can learn can practice, greatly lowering the threshold for practicing great and upright energy.

I dare not imagine that in the future all the scholars in the world will be able to master the terrifying power of Haoran.

Perhaps in the future the world will change so that those who are not good at literature will be forced to become military officers!
It would be terrible when the military strength of civil officials exceeds that of military generals.

"I'm ready!" Yan Yan took a step forward and appeared half a foot in front of Ying Qushui, with the word "one" appearing right under his feet.

Ying Qushui also calmed down and focused all his attention on Yan Yan.

Haoran Zhengqi is known as the greatest and strongest, and is itself the most powerful martial art. It is even more terrifying than the attack of a sword cultivator, and he cannot afford to be careless.

"Please!" Ying Qushui slowly swung his sword, took the initiative, and stabbed straight forward with the sword.

Yan Yan didn't dodge or force the attack, but threw a punch straight out, with the sound of wind and thunder, surrounded by green air, and it collided directly with the tip of Shui Xin's sword.

Two strong gusts of wind vibrated out from the point where the fist and sword collided, violently blowing away the surrounding grass. The river water was also forced to recede, revealing the reefs on the river beach visibly.

"Retreat!" The warriors watching the battle around also retreated immediately.

When gods fight, mortals suffer; this is the most true portrayal.

Once you are hit by the sword energy and fist force, you will be skinned alive if you don't die.

The Shui Xin Sword gradually bent under the pressure of the fist force, and Ying Qushui also changed from holding the sword with one hand to holding the sword with both hands to prevent himself from being forced back by the fist force.

What is "one"? It means to move forward courageously!

What is a sword? It would rather break than bend!

Therefore, if neither of them retreated, whoever retreated would lose.

Yan Yan strode forward, shook his shoulders, and re-emerged his strength, intending to push Ying Qushui back.

Ying Qushui also held the sword and moved forward, not giving in at all.

The result was that the Shui Xin Sword could not withstand the damage from the two forces and became even more bent. The veins on Yan Yan's right arm also bulged with blood oozing from the tendons.

In the end, Ying Qushui loosened his hand and let the Shui Xin Sword fly out due to the force of the fist. It was not that he did not want to continue, but if he continued, the Shui Xin Sword would not be able to withstand the destruction of the two true energies and would eventually break.

Yan Yan also retracted his right hand. The Shui Xin Sword could not bear it, and his right hand could not hold on either. If he persisted, the Shui Xin Sword would break, and his right hand would also be destroyed by the thousands of sword energies, and even be chopped into white bones.

So, both of them made the same choice and withdrew their moves at the same time.

However, withdrawing the attack did not mean that the fight would be suspended. When Yan Yan retracted his right hand, his left hand also swung out, turning into a palm that hit Ying Qushui's chest.

The palm wind was like a dragon, and with the sound of a dragon's roar, it smashed towards Ying Qushui.

Ying Qushui's right hand turned into a sword finger, and the sword intent condensed in the two fingers' sword and stabbed at the green dragon, finally hitting the palm of Yan Yan's left palm, trying to pierce it.

But Yan Yan would not let him have his wish. He turned his left hand into a claw and grabbed Ying Qushui's sword finger with force. Once caught, Ying Qushui's two fingers would surely be broken.

So, Ying Qushui turned to the right, swept the sword energy across, and his right hand changed from sword fingers to sword palms to chop towards Yan Yan's neck.

(End of this chapter)