Just the day before the engagement banquet, yesterday, Ying Baoyue stayed in Jixia Academy for a day.

But she was not actually doing the assault training in the water institute as Ji Jiashu thought.

Because Xu Yishan was not willing to teach her at all.

Mr. Zhenshan was a little hesitant, but he did not insist on teaching under Xu Yishan's obstruction. After all, he had no time to attend the Jixia Banquet with the high-level mediation water institute of Jixia Academy.

So she was in Jixia Academy yesterday and no one taught her any sword.

Ying Baoyue didn't know that Ji Jiashu learned yesterday that she went to Jixia Academy and thought she was going to receive teaching. If that were possible, it would be better, but it would be abnormal.

Things in the world are often unsatisfactory, and they are no different from those who talk to others.

Looking at the stubborn boy on the platform and thinking about what happened yesterday, Ying Baoyue was not in a mood. Of course, this was not because her heart was wider than the sea, but because Xu Yishan's approach actually couldn't find any mistakes.

After all, if she thought she hadn't made any clear identity, the nominal disciple who had just joined the master's sect for a day would immediately obtain the inheritance of the most core sword technique of the Sword Sect, and the senior brother and master taught everything without caring about it... that would be a big mistake.

The inheritance of the sect’s mountain gate sword technique is not that simple.

After all, in this world, you have to wash dishes for three years when you are a chef. Who would teach you the sword technique if you just started?

What's more, Xu Yishan would stop her, probably because she knew her identity.

He didn't believe from the beginning that she could play.

Even if it was only one day before the Feast of Jixia, the Water Courtyard would not rush to teach her the sword technique in order to cultivate her into combat power.

Because in the eyes of the senior brother of the Water Academy and the Palm Academy, she was not a combat power at all.

They didn't expect her to become a combat power from the beginning.

Although Ying Baoyue knew that at least the moment when Xu Yishan asked Mr. Zhenshan to accept his disciples was indeed sincere, it was at this feast in Jixia.

She is indeed just used to recharge.

Because that woman could not play.

Xu Yishan thought to himself on the high platform.

She could not have appeared at all.

For her identity, for her status, for her engagement, and for her weakness and powerlessness.

On the high platform, facing the fierce fire and listening to the messy discussions of people, Xu Yishan suddenly remembered the girl who sat on the steps yesterday, holding her chin and watching him practice swordsmanship.

It was just a moment of revolving lantern, and the time was very short, but the eyes of the girl who was sitting on the steps and staring at him focusedly passed by his eyes.

Yesterday he opened the stone gate of the school and saw the woman who had been standing at the door for unknown length. Xu Yishan knew what she wanted, but the rules of the masters were more powerful than ever. He could not hand over the sword technique that generations of ancestors have taken care of to a person who was not even a real name in the name book.

He thought she would be angry and would curse. He was used to it. He could just not respond to a word, just curse whatever people would.

But the woman didn't, but she didn't go back as Xu Yishan thought to prepare for her engagement. She just grabbed Mr. Zhenshan who was about to go out and won the only power for her.

It's just that he practices swordsmanship.

Xu Yishan couldn't stop her from doing such things that even disciples from the outer courtyard could do, so he could only go with her.

The Water Courtyard has always been quiet, and no one comes. He closes the door and practices swords inside every day for a day.

This is his daily life, but the tranquility of yesterday was broken.

But on the last day when he stepped up preparations for the Jixia Banquet, he couldn't help but feel irritated at first. Regardless of whether the woman had to disturb her for revenge, if she kept asking questions like those who came occasionally before, that would be what he hated the most.

But Xu Yishan didn't expect that the woman really sat all day without saying a word.

They didn't say a word all day long.

As the sun sets, he puts his sword away, and she thanks for leaving after a bow.

Xu Yishan didn't know at all, what he had worth thanking for.

But he didn't need to know. The lantern passed by in an instant. Looking at Ye Siyuan's murderous sword front ahead, Xu Yishan quietly concentrated all his true energy on the cold front in his hand.

He listened to the "woman" mentioned by people who were talking about it in his ears, and he had no expression on his face.

She wouldn't come because that woman was not Gui Mingyue at all. She was Ying Baoyue, the woman tied to the Former Qin Dynasty Book and the marriage letter to Chunhuajun.

From beginning to end, he was the only disciple in the Water Academy.

He's alone is enough.

Because he is strong enough.

Xu Yishan couldn't hear any other voices. He didn't know that a woman on the platform pronounced the same name. He looked at Ye Siyuan's twisted face in the fire opposite and jumped up.

Slash to the top.

This is not a forest, there is no rain here, and there is not enough water droplets. But just as the young man raised his sword to sweep, huge true energy came overwhelmed. As the formation trembled, people saw the sword energy surged out from the true energy.

Tsunami.

"The Second Sword of Water Method."

Xu Yishan spoke quietly.

"Water dripping through the stone."

Ji Jiashu heard the sound of the girl beside him overlapping his voice, and then he saw the true sword energy that was huge than any time he had seen before. The boy accumulated day after day, day after day.

If the fire tree and silver flowers fall down by hundreds of swords, it is brilliant and gorgeous, then the dripping water through the stone is a sword that has accumulated for many years and broken through the stone.

What is important is to accumulate momentum in advance and burst out.

But in this early accumulation of momentum, it was only possible for Xu Yishan, that man, to do it, to work alone.

On his path, he has no companions, no opponents, only repetitive, monotonous efforts.

Someone once said that the first three swords of the Water Sword are the most difficult sword techniques. Just mastering the opportunity to swell the true energy accumulation requires thousands of swords to be monotonously repeated.

The legendary sword technique that even geniuses can be wiped out, which is almost gone, is revitalized in the hands of that inconspicuous man.

The tsunami soared into the sky, shocking everyone's eyes.

"How can the Water Sword burst out so much true energy at once?!"

"Didn't that say that sword technique is specially designed for defense? Is it the most traditional?"

"The last time I saw the Water Sword was ten years ago. Who remembers what it looks like!"

"I remember this kid didn't use this move three years ago. He said he hadn't mastered it. He didn't even master the second sword in four years. Everyone was still laughing at him!"

But at this time, no one could laugh.

Eight winds and thunders circulate Yanzhou, and the huge sea and waves flow around the four sides.

The waves of the sea are gone, and the mountains are made of wood.

The huge water flow instantly swallowed the sparks and starlight, and the tsunami rushed down, swallowing Ye Siyuan and his men and swords.

Ye Siyuan's eyes were full of tears, but the burning red sword in his hand began to hiss at this time, as if it was being swallowed by cooling. His sword intent, his sword that had been moving forward seemed to be trapped in a swamp!

"What's wrong! Move it!"

Ye Siyuan's eyes were red and he tried his best to activate his true energy, and a sharp roar came from his mouth.

"Bastard! I'll kill you! Just a fool, you..."

However, his dirty words froze on his lips.

The waves rose up.

The sea is flowing.

Huge waves of air spread throughout the audience.

Ye Siyuan flew up like a kite and ran straight into the formation!

With a buzzing sound, the waves pounced on him and rushed out of the sword that had already escaped.

There was a dead silence between the scene.

Ji Jiashu watched all this quietly.

Looking at the green sword in the man's hand.

Xu Yishan was still standing there, his posture did not change much, just like he practiced so many times.

The girl held her chin and looked at him quietly, watching him repeating all the sword moves over and over again.

The Water Sword is called the hopeless sword technique.

But only a few people know it.

The end of hopelessness.
Chapter completed!