The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 121: Vibrant Sword Scars

Wang Ren was stunned for a moment, then his face darkened when he came to his senses, and he could no longer suppress his anger.

"You are such an ungrateful person. The young master asked me to come here because he thinks highly of you. Do you think you are just a small-time..."

Suddenly, a clear and pleasant sound was heard in the courtyard, and Wang Lun stopped abruptly like a duck with its neck strangled.

"He told you to get lost, didn't you understand?"

As the sound came closer and closer, Wang Ren didn't even have time to react before the cold light enveloped his eyes.

Dongfang Que, dressed in bright red, moved with such erratic and ghostly movements that it seemed as if he had teleported, and stood in front of Wang Ren.

In his hand was a silver needle about an inch long, just a hair's breadth away from the other person's pupil. If it moved a little further forward it would pierce the eye membrane!

In an instant, Wang Ren felt his whole body stiffen. He dared not move at all, and dense beads of cold sweat covered his forehead.

"Get lost! If this wasn't the territory of Lijian Pavilion, you would be dead!"

Dongfang Que sneered and retracted the embroidery needle. In that instant, Wang Ren finally relaxed and collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been pulled out.

But after falling to the ground, he did not dare to delay any longer and quickly crawled away in a panic.

"What a dog looks down upon!"

Yan Ming sneered at his back, while Dongfang Que on the side said with a smile: "Why should we take such a person to heart?"

After saying this, he was about to turn around and go back to the house, but he immediately put his foot down as soon as he raised it and looked outside the yard.

Seeing Yue Liuli walking towards him in a green dress, Dongfang Que couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "What a trouble."

Yan Ming said nothing when he saw this and immediately went back to the house to prepare tea.

Dongfang Que put his mind at ease and walked quickly to the courtyard to greet her. He said with a smile, "Sister Yue, please come in. I wonder what brings you here?"

As he spoke, he grabbed Yue Liuli's hand, and the two figures became intimate.

Yue Liuli also smiled and said, "Oh, Sister Fang is so polite. We hit it off right away, so why should we be so polite?"

The two of them talked as they walked, and then sat down at the stone table in the yard. Yan Ming also brought a pot of good tea from the room and listened to the two of them chatting about various anecdotes and interesting stories in the martial arts world.

On the other side, after Fang Xun left Qiu Feng's yard, he did not return to his guest house immediately, but strolled around Mojian Peak, as a scout for the next action.

In his heart, Su Xingcan was already a dead man, so he would just wait until the matter of the divine sword was concluded and all the outsiders had left before taking action.

By this time the sky was already bright, and Mojian Peak was full of life.

The acquired disciples of Lijian Pavilion are practicing sword skills under the guidance of their teachers and elders. Although they look young, they are full of vigor.

These are the seeds of a sect, and most of them have been practicing in the sect since childhood.

The foreign guests were also wandering around. Except for some places that were not open to the public, they could move freely in all places in Lijiang Pavilion.

Fang Xun walked along the way, and the distribution of buildings along the way was imprinted in his mind one by one.

Just as he was passing by an attic, Du Chen suddenly came towards him and greeted him.

"Brother Fang, good morning. Why didn't you go and take a look at the Sword Stone?"

Fang Xun asked curiously, "Is your sect's Sword Keeping Platform open now?"

More than 900 years ago, the peerless swordsman who broke through here left many traces that are still preserved today. In particular, the sword marks left on the stone walls when he practiced his moves still contain terrifying sword intent. Later, the stone walls were preserved by the Sword Lie Pavilion and carved into sword platforms for disciples to comprehend the sword intent.

If one has good comprehension, he might be able to comprehend superior sword techniques, but if one is not strong enough and tries to comprehend it by force, one might end up with the sword intent seriously damaging his mind.

Even at the most dangerous place, the Sword-Retaining Platform, most people might die suddenly when trying to comprehend it.

These are the heritage of Lijiange and are generally not open to the public.

Du Chen smiled and said, "With such a famous guest coming up the mountain this time, we can't let him down, right? Except for one very dangerous spot, the rest are now all open.

When the sword fighting officially begins in five days, the sword-keeping platform will be used as the competition venue. Come on, I will take Brother Jiang to see the best one."

Seeing the other party's enthusiasm, Fang Xun also thanked him: "Thank you for your help."

The two chatted as they walked, and Du Chen took the initiative to introduce Fang Xun to the sword fight five days later.

"Swords have no eyes. Those who come to the mountain are all guests of my Sword Sharpening Pavilion. It would be bad if blood was seen, so this sword fight is just a brief one. Everyone should suppress their skills and only practice sword skills.

When dueling, release your own sword will to sharpen the divine sword. The divine sword has a spirit and will choose its master in front of everyone. No one can use any despicable means."

After walking for a while, Fang Xun roughly understood the rules of sword fighting.

At this moment, the two of them passed through a narrow mountain path and came to a wide square, and suddenly they felt the world suddenly opened up.

There were more than twenty people standing in front of the mountain wall of the square. Some were sitting cross-legged in concentration, some were muttering to themselves, and several were standing in a group arguing loudly about something.

But everyone's eyes never left the sword mark on the mountain wall.

The mountain wall has been weathered by nearly a thousand years and is now mottled in color. Only the sword mark shows no trace of the passage of time and is still extremely clear.

When he saw the sword mark for the first time, Fang Xun did not feel any sharpness, but instead felt a vibrant vitality, which made him feel extremely strange.

After he and Du Chen walked into the square, no one else paid attention to them, and their minds were all focused on the sword mark.

Du Chen whispered in his ear so that only the two of them could hear, "Brother Fang, you can meditate here as you please, as long as you don't disturb others. Besides, you also need to pay attention to the old senior over there."

Fang Xun followed Du Chen's gaze and saw that among the people who were arguing,
One of the old men had white hair and beard, but his youthful face and peaceful expression showed that he knew how to maintain good health. The scabbard of the sword at his waist was emerald green, giving people a feeling of spring.

The others were all young swordsmen who looked to be in their twenties or thirties.

The sound of the quarrel between the several people did not block others. Fang Xun understood at once that they were arguing about the artistic conception of leaving the sword mark.

Some people see it as sharp, some see it as hot, and some see it as cold.
Almost everyone has a different opinion.

But what the old man saw was full of vitality, just like the charm Fang Xun felt at first sight, without any of the sharpness that a swordsman should have.

This made Fang Xun look sideways.

'This guy has some skills.'

He watched them arguing for a while.

They all looked ashamed, and although they still had a trace of resentment, they seemed to have been refuted completely, and finally left in shame.

Only the old man was left stroking his beard and shaking his head, with an expression on his face that seemed to be saying that the others were still too young.

(End of this chapter)