Chapter 95: Longing for the Autumn Water
Chapter 95: Longing for the Autumn Water (Additional chapter for monthly tickets)
Cheng Xinzhan didn't know what changes were happening on the Moon-Reflecting Mirror, nor did he know how many old acquaintances he had in Peacock City. He just swung his sword cleanly and calmly, climbing up one step after another.
It was not until he blocked and retreated one time that he realized there was no sword behind him.
He looked at the broad and bright jade platform, and then he realized that he had already climbed onto the platform, and there was no one there.
He stood there with his eyes closed, thinking back to every move he had made.
He was quite satisfied with his response most of the time, but there were some places where he felt it was not good enough, and he thought about what to do next time he encountered it.
It didn't take long before a second person came up.
That person was also a young man. The two looked at each other, and Cheng Xinzhan was the first to nod in greeting.
The man also nodded and smiled, and said, "I am Xue Lixing from Laoshan, Taoist friend, you are polite.
Cheng Xinzhan was a little surprised. He thought he was a disciple of Hengshan Sword Sect. "Cheng Xinzhan from Sanqing Mountain, I am honored to meet you, fellow Taoist."
The Moon-Reflecting Mirror not only showed their figures, but also broadcast their conversations.
Everyone knew their names.
Just after the two of them exchanged their names, the third, fourth, and tenth people came up.
However, as more people came up later, they no longer announced their names to each other, and instead, the hostility gradually increased.
When Huanzhu Louzhu saw that most of the people had arrived, he cast a spell again, and all those who were still struggling on the stairs and had not yet crossed halfway were sent back to Peacock City.
At the same time, the Yuyao Terrace also began to split, one into two, two into four, four into eight, and the people on the stage were also divided into different Yuyao Terraces. In the end, there were forty-eight Yuyao Terraces and ninety-six swordsmen wielding body swords in the void.
The Yingyue Mirror revealed the forty-eight pairs of swordsmen one by one, but Cheng Xinzhan and his opponents occupied nearly one-third of the space in the Yingyue Mirror.
Cheng Xinzhan's opponent looked older than him, around thirty years old. This person had been paying attention to the Yingyue Mirror. At this moment, he discovered that the battlefield scene where he was actually occupied a small half of the Yingyue Mirror and was at the top. He couldn't help but show joy on his face.
At this time, Huanzhu Louzhu's voice rang in everyone's ears.
"Each of you will face your enemy, and you can only use swords. You cannot use other magic weapons, and you cannot use spells. You must stop when you have fought, and you cannot hurt anyone's life. Let's begin now."
Cheng Xinzhan moved upon hearing the voice, but saw that his opponent was still looking at the Moon-Reflecting Mirror, so he had no choice but to stop and remind him, "Daoyou?"
The man seemed to have just woken up from a dream. He reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and suddenly straightened his clothes and headdress, and said politely: "Daoyou, we are fighting swords to learn from each other and learn from each other, not to be mortal enemies. You should announce your names before fighting."
Cheng Xinzhan felt it was polite, so he said, "I am Cheng Xinzhan from Sanqing Mountain, thank you for your courtesy, my friend."
The man was shocked when he heard this. This young man turned out to be from Mount Sanqing. However, he thought that he was the center of attention and naturally could not be timid. He placed his sword in front of his chest, made a gesture, and said in a rhythmic manner:
"I am a Taoist from Fujian. My surname is Liu and my Taoist name is Yuwei. I learned from the West Horn Peak of Shiniu Mountain and regard Wuyi Mountain as my ancestral home. I practiced inner alchemy at the age of fifteen. Now it has been eleven or sixteen years. I have achieved a small level of success. The long sword in my hand is made of iron from the bottom of the sea and red gold from the top of the mountain. It is named "Jingshan". Please teach me."
"Please enlighten me."
Cheng Xinzhan stepped on the ground and his body turned into a breeze, disappearing in a moment. When he approached, he appeared first and stabbed him in the face, leading him to block.
Huh?
The young Taoist felt the force transmitted back from the sword and was somewhat surprised that the sword that this person blocked when it hit "Autumn Water" could not even affect his elbow, let alone his shoulder and body. At most, it made his wrist a little deformed, and he even felt that it was not as good as the sword transformed from moonlight when he climbed the stairs just now.
Liu Yuwei was suddenly flustered. He had already used up most of his strength when he climbed the stairs. His sword power was only 30% or 40% of what it was when he first climbed the stairs. But shouldn't there be some loss? Why was the sword of the young man in front of him still so powerful?
He thought that it was because the opponent was charging at him with all his strength, so he decided not to passively defend, and immediately changed his defense into an attack, and thrust his sword forward as well.
Cheng Xinzhan looked at the light sword, gripped "Autumn Water" tightly, leaned his upper body back, and waited for the sword to pierce into the air. When the sword's force was exhausted, he used the spine of "Autumn Water" to swing horizontally at the stabbing sword, and the sword was swung away with a wail. While Liu Yuwei's door was wide open and his body was deflected by the sword in his hand, he immediately stepped forward, and the sword was like a green snake coming out of a cave, instantly holding the man's neck.
"Accepted."
He said.
Liu Yuwei was very surprised. He even had time to glance at the Moon-Reflecting Mirror. He saw his posture of holding a sword around his neck clearly reflected in the mirror. He became very anxious. Just as he was about to say something, his body disappeared on the jade platform and in the mirror.
But soon, another person appeared opposite Cheng Xinzhan.
The people in the city and the tower saw it clearly. Whenever two people defeated their opponents, the two losers would be teleported back to Peacock City, and the two winners would be placed on a stage. There would also be one less picture in the Moon-Reflecting Mirror, and the other pictures would become larger.
This time, the person standing in front of Cheng Xinzhan was a man of similar age, which also meant that he won once in a very short period of time.
However, he should not be as fast as Cheng Xinzhan, because this person attacked right away. If Liu Yuwei was the same just now, then Cheng Xinzhan would be several times faster.
The man also stabbed straight at the start. Cheng Xinzhan lowered his body, raised his hand and swung his sword to strike, using offense instead of defense.
"Ding!"
There was a crisp sound.
"Qiu Shui" swallowed a lot of gold essence, and the sword body was already unusually tough. The man's sword force was broken, and he slashed down with the sword. Cheng Xinzhan blocked it with the sword guard, then stood up suddenly, with the force transmitted from his toes. He swung the sword with his hand, and threw the sword on the sword guard out, with the tip of the sword pointing straight at the enemy's throat.
The man leaned back to avoid it, and the long sword in his hand drew a large circle behind his head before leaning forward and slashing at Cheng Xinzhan from the front left.
He didn't care, but took a step forward to the left, pointed the sword downwards at the man's forehead. The man had no choice but to put away his sword, pulled it back from his left front, turned around and chopped down.
"Qiu Shui" was chopped down, and the tip of the sword almost touched the ground. Cheng Xinzhan bent his right leg and retracted the sword. The man attacked immediately, so he retracted his left foot, turned around, and made a running motion.
Seeing this, the man took a few steps forward and stabbed him in the vest.
At this time, Cheng Xinzhan jumped up with his right foot, and his whole body almost jumped up. With his left toe as the starting point, his whole body turned back, and while dodging the sword from behind, he casually raised the sword in front of him again, and a cold light pointed from top to bottom.
He cut off a strand of the man's hair.
The man was still unaware and was about to raise the sword, but the next moment, he disappeared on the jade platform.
Immediately afterwards, another person appeared on the jade platform.
This time, it was another lively one. Seeing Cheng Xinzhan, he said, "You are very good. Have you won once?"
"I did it twice."
He said with a smile, raising his sword to attack.
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The Yuyao Terrace has grown from one to many, and is now slowly shrinking, but the most popular one is still there.
Until the end, there was only a Yuyao Terrace left in the void, and only a picture left in the Yingyue Mirror. This picture seemed familiar to the people watching the battle.
Cheng Xinzhan also looked familiar and couldn't help but smile, "Fellow Daoist Xue."
The man also smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Cheng."
It turned out to be the first two people who came on stage.
It was already the final battle, but Cheng Xinzhan began to hesitate. He thought of his first opponent, Liu Yuwei. He seemed to remember something and asked,
"Fellow Daoist Xue, there are only two of us here now. Can you allow me to tell everyone in this building and this city about my sword?"
Xue Lixing smiled and nodded, "Please do as you wish, fellow Taoist."
He held the sword upside down in his left hand, holding it across his chest, and flicked the sword with his right hand.
The long sword rang loudly.
"This sword of mine is my first sword, given to me by an elder from the same sect."
He spoke slowly.
The people in the city and on the first floor listened quietly.
"This elder has been obsessed with swords all his life, but he has always felt guilty about swords."
Xue Lixing also listened carefully and was a little confused when he heard it.
"This elder was obsessed with swords. After he entered the practice, he devoted his whole body and mind to the practice of swordsmanship, but neglected the practice of Qi, which resulted in him being trapped in one state for his whole life. After he came to his senses, he felt regretful and unwilling, but he was powerless to change the situation. In the years that followed, all kinds of emotions gnawed at his mind, but time always erased those strong emotions. When he was old and gray, he had already become indifferent to life and death, fame and fortune, but there was only one emotion that never faded, but became more and more unforgettable.
"That is the guilt he feels towards the sword. He thinks it is his mediocrity that has caused this sword, which should have shone brightly, to be shelved in a dark room.
"Later, he passed the sword to me, hoping that I could make the sword famous. He also told me to pay equal attention to the way and the weapon, and not to follow his old path.
"I have taken note of the elder's advice, that both the Dao and the weapon are equally important, but it is difficult for me to make this sword famous, as I am only a beginner in the Dao of the sword. I am very lucky tonight, thanks to the Lord of Huanzhu Tower and the Lord of Kongque City, and I also want to thank Brother Xue for waiting so that I can tell you the name of this sword.
"The sword's name is Autumn Water."
After he finished speaking, he held his sword upside down and bowed in the direction of the city and the tower, and then bowed to Xue Lixing.
Xue Lixing's face was solemn and he returned the greeting with a sword.
"Both weapons and the way are equally important. We sword practitioners should always keep this in mind."
Huanzhu Louzhu's voice echoed above everyone's heads.
All the swordsmen in the city agreed.
Xue Lixing also smiled and said, "Then I'll borrow your treasure to talk about it, otherwise my sword will be unhappy. I am a swordsmith, and my sword is the first sword I forged. The name of the sword is "Chu Lu"."
The two men smiled at each other and attacked each other with swords.
Both of them disappeared from the stage at the same time.
“Ding! Ding! Ding!”
There was a sound of metal clashing, and sparks burst out in the void. After being magnified by the Moon-Reflecting Mirror, they looked like huge fireworks, complementing the fireworks above Peacock City.
Seeing this, Huanzhu Louzhu smiled and said, "These two sword fights finally look a bit like physical swords."
As soon as he had a thought, the picture on the Moon-Reflecting Mirror changed, revealing the two invisible people who were performing the magic tricks. Only then could everyone see clearly.
At this moment, Cheng Xinzhan was rushing forward with his feet stepping down, his spiritual light flickering, piercing Xue Lixing's chest and abdomen. At the same time, a storm wrapped him up. The strong wind followed his footsteps and blew towards Xue Lixing. The heavy rain followed the sword. Every drop was like a sword. Although it was water, it was shining with a sharp silver light. And the "Autumn Water" seemed to have really turned into a pool of water, melting in the heavy rain, making it difficult to see clearly.
The latter was like a spirit snake moving in the rain, countering every move and raising its sword to block, actually able to dodge every drop of rain. However, the wind was too strong, the rain was too fast, and there were too many changes, so the spirit snake could only dodge and retreat. The tips of their swords changed frequently, dancing into two groups of sword flowers that could not be seen clearly even in the Moon-Reflecting Mirror.
After retreating dozens of steps, Xue Lixing suddenly stopped. It seemed that the previous steps back were all gathering strength. He drew a circle with his sword in front of him, blocking all the wind and rain, and then thrust it forward suddenly. This sword was like a river breaking through its dam, sudden but unstoppable.
"What a sword!"
Cheng Xinzhan laughed loudly, but taking advantage of the wind and rain, he did not dodge but counterattacked. He took a few steps, and the heavy rain in the sky gathered into a river, and he also stabbed straight ahead.
Two rivers collide, swords touch.
The crisp sound was accompanied by a gust of air, which spread out in all directions with the tip of the sword as the center. The two men were carried back dozens of steps by the gust of air, and their arms felt numb.
"Although it has some fancy features, it is still a sword for ordinary people, and it is not worthy of being presented in a refined hall."
At this time, inside Peacock City, on the roof, a young man who looked the youngest spoke.
However, after hearing this, Li Yingqiong remained silent and did not respond. Perhaps he remembered the scene in the Moonlight Mirror in the valley where the man used his sword to shatter the Shushan Flying Sword.
"Jingrui, you're right. As long as you can keep him away from you, can you promise that?"
The bearded man said, "Or have you already formed a primordial spirit? Using your mind to control the sword is faster than using your physical body to wield the sword? Not yet. Do you think you have reached the level of being able to control the sword at will by controlling the "Chi Su"? I don't think so. You are still relying on the spirituality of the sword to control the sword, not the power of your mind. If it weren't for the spirituality of the "Chi Su", I think you might as well use your feet to control the sword."
The man said bluntly.
"If you can't guarantee that you won't let a swordsman get close to you, and you can't guarantee that controlling the sword with your mind is faster than holding it, then don't say that kind of thing. It will only make people laugh. A sword is a weapon, not an embroidery."
"Yes, Uncle Li."
The young man who had just spoken blushed and lowered his head.
Looking at the sword fighting arena again, after more than ten moves, Xue Lixing stepped forward again, but this time as his steps changed, his body split into two, two into four, and in just a blink of an eye he turned into thirty-two people attacking, and it seemed that they were still splitting, like a ghost.
Cheng Xinzhan's eyes lit up, and he also stepped forward, but his footsteps were like stepping on thunder. He was alone at first, but like the branches of a tree when thunder struck, his figure also split into one after another. However, it was not split in half like Xue Lixing, but completely random, and in a flash, he became a group of people.
This was the sword moves and footwork he had learned from watching the thunder and lightning split and split into lightning.
The people in the city and the tower were surprised to find that the Yuyao Terrace, which had been empty just now, was suddenly full of people.
As soon as the two groups of people came into contact and felt the force of the swords, Cheng Xinzhan immediately knew who the real Xue Lixing was.
But Xue Lixing was surprised to find that the force of the swords swung by these different phantoms of Cheng Xinzhan seemed to be the same, and was much weaker than before, making it impossible to tell who was the real body.
However, he didn't know that Cheng Xinzhan's sword power was not just a trick.
Just after he confirmed Xue Lixing's true form, all the Cheng Xinzhan disappeared, and only a clear band of lightning light pointed from his starting point to the only remaining figure. The rest of the light branches gradually dimmed, and seemed to all converge on the sword in his hand, causing his sword to be as bright and as fast as lightning. After the sword was stabbed out, the tip of the sword was fixed on Xue Lixing's chest.
"What kind of swordsmanship are you?"
Xue Lixing's eyes were illuminated by the sword light and he asked.
"I call him the Thunder Splitting Sword Technique. It's meant to be false and real, to disperse first and then combine."
"What a great sword technique! My Hundred Ghosts Shadow Sword Technique is too weak and scattered in comparison."
Xue Lixing had a look of regret on his face.
"No problem. I will teach this method to you, and we can discuss it further. I feel that there are still many omissions."
Cheng Xinzhan smiled and said that he was very satisfied to meet such a fellow practitioner of physical sword.
The lightning dissipated, but Xue Lixing's eyes were still bright, and he shouted, "Okay!"
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