Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Ning Pingan and Gongsun Cuo both took a few steps back. After they stood firm, they looked at each other with a hint of appreciation in their eyes.

"Brother, your horizontal swordsmanship has really improved." Ning Pingan swung the long sword in his hand violently, and a strong sword intention instantly blew away the dust and smoke produced by the battle just now.

Gongsun Cuo smiled indifferently when he heard this, "Junior brother, you are too kind. Your vertical swordsmanship is becoming more and more elusive."

Although the two were flattering each other on the surface, in fact, they had already felt the terrifying power in each other's swordsmanship. They knew that if the other party really went all out, it would be difficult for them to catch the other party's sword.

"Brother, next, I have to be serious." Ning Pingan suddenly pointed his sword at Gongsun Cuo, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

"Clang clang clang!"

Ning Pingan's figure flashed quickly around Gongsun Cuo, and every time he appeared, he was accompanied by a sword energy. These sword energies crisscrossed, like a dense sword net covering Gongsun Cuo.

Gongsun Cuo did not retreat but advanced, swinging the long sword in his hand faster and faster, and each swing of the sword could cut off several sword qi. However, Ning Ping'an's sword qi seemed endless, and no matter how Gongsun Cuo swung the sword, he could not completely cut it off.

As time went on, the pressure on Gongsun Cuo became greater and greater. He knew that he could not go on like this, otherwise once Ning Ping'an found a flaw, he would probably be defeated by the other party.

"Across the four directions!"

Gongsun Cuo shouted violently, as if the whole world was shaken. The long sword in his hand was like being wrapped in a blazing flame, flashing with dazzling light. Suddenly, a terrifying sword qi gushed out from the long sword, like a mad dragon breaking through the air, slashing wildly in all directions.

"Boom!"

As the sword qi raged, the entire martial arts field seemed to tremble. Wherever the sword qi passed, a deep gully was instantly cut into the ground, as if to tear the whole world apart. The training stones on both sides of the gully were instantly turned into powder under the strangulation of the sword energy and drifted in the air.

"Heaven and earth move!"

Ning Ping'an hummed softly, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, as elusive as a ghost. When he appeared again, he had come behind Gongsun Cuo, and the long sword in his hand went straight to Gongsun Cuo's back with a sharp sword energy.

Gongsun Cuo's body instantly squatted forward and avoided the attack.

"Lift the sword and ask the sky."

Gongsun Cuo changed to holding the sword with both hands, and the moment he squatted down,. The long sword in his hand was instantly swung up, the blade broke through the air, and pointed directly at Ning Ping'an's jaw, as if to pierce this fatal blow into the opponent's throat.

Ning Ping'an seemed to have expected it. At the moment when Gongsun Cuo changed his action, Ning Ping'an's figure was like a puff of light smoke, floating away, avoiding this fatal blow.

"Sword falling from the sky."

Gongsun Cuo instantly caught up with Ning Ping'an, came above him, and chopped down from top to bottom with the long sword instantly, while Ning Ping'an held the sword to resist.

The two swords collided, making a deafening collision sound. The martial arts arena under Ning Ping'an's feet instantly collapsed under the impact of this force. A terrifying crack spread out from Ning Ping'an's feet, as if it was going to split the entire martial arts arena in two. The crack instantly split the position where Ning Ping'an was standing, and the ground under his feet instantly collapsed. His body lost support and fell down.

For a moment, the entire venue was filled with dust and smoke, covering the entire martial arts arena again.

"Brother, you have retreated."

Ning Ping'an's voice came from the dust and smoke, followed by a flash of azure sword light, which actually cut the dust and smoke into two parts.

"Boom!"

The sword energy overflowed, and the entire martial arts arena was instantly covered by the sword energy, and Gongsun Cuo was repelled by this sword energy, and the whole person flew back several meters, and finally landed steadily on the ground.

He looked up at Ning Ping'an, his eyes full of shock. At this moment, his left shoulder had been pierced by the sword light. Gongsun Cuo covered the wound, and blood flowed through his fingers, staining his white clothes red. He looked at Ning Ping'an, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Junior brother, I lost again." Gongsun Cuo's voice was a little trembling, his tone was full of loneliness, and the whole person seemed to have aged several years.

Ning Ping'an put away the long sword in his hand and glanced at Gongsun Cuo indifferently, "Senior brother, Master once said, what should a sword practitioner do?"

Gongsun Cuo heard this, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he seemed to think of something, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "A sword practitioner should move his mind at will, and the sword should move at will, not sticking to the form, not limited to the moves, and there is no regret when the sword is out, and there is no fear when the sword falls."

Ning Ping'an nodded, "Senior brother still remembers the master's teachings, but senior brother, your sword is no longer the same as it was back then."

"In other words, if the senior brother three hundred years ago came to fight with the senior brother today, and only competed in swordsmanship, then the winner today must also be the senior brother three hundred years ago."

Hearing this, Gongsun Cuo couldn't help but smile bitterly, and a trace of self-mockery flashed in his eyes. He looked up at Ning Ping'an, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes, "Junior brother, I am really old."

Ning Ping'an shook his head gently, "Senior brother, you are only over 700 years old this year. Only a literary master can live for a thousand years, and the life span of a semi-saint is as long as two thousand years. If it is converted into the life span of a mortal, you are in your prime."

"Senior brother, please forgive me for my disrespect. Since I broke through to the semi-saint level, you have been focusing on breaking through the realm and neglecting the practice of swordsmanship. Senior brother, the sword is your true way."

Gongsun Cuo was silent after hearing this. He looked down at the long sword in his hand, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, and Ning Ping'an's words pierced his heart like a sharp knife.

"People who practice cultivation all their lives, don't they work hard for the realm of saints?"

Gongsun Cuo replied slowly, but his voice was not loud, as if he was answering Ning Ping'an's question, and also as if he was convincing himself.

"Brother, you are wrong. The path of cultivation is certainly to pursue a higher realm, but the real practice is to understand and comprehend the Tao. If you only pursue the realm and ignore the essence of Tao, then even if you break through to the realm of saints, it is just a castle in the air without a foundation."

Ning Ping'an's voice was calm and firm, as if there was an invisible force affecting Gongsun Cuo. He continued, "Brother, you once told me that the sword is your way and your life. But now, your sword has lost its former sharpness, and your way has deviated from its original trajectory."

"Brother, today's battle ends here. I will give you a year. I hope you can find your sword and your way again. One year later, we will fight again. I hope that you can let me see the Gongsun Cuo who was rampant and laughed at everyone back then."

"If the sword in Gongsun Cuo's hand is still as weak as it is today after one year, I will kill you then. A person who has forgotten himself is not worthy of being my Ning Ping'an's brother."

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