Ye Gucheng was wearing a white shirt and stopped with a long sword in his hand.
He raised his head and looked at the ancient stone steps that stretched from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. He slowly closed his eyes, and the gentle autumn wind blew slightly, lifting his hair.
Vaguely, he felt a lot of sharp sword energy. Among the mountains, rocks, grass and trees, and in the sunshine and autumn wind, there were hidden sword intentions that were difficult to detect but existed.
It was as if there was a world of sword intent in front of him, and everything was filled with sword intent.
These sword intentions do not come from a certain person, but are infected by time and inheritance.
It is a trace left behind by countless ancestors who have practiced swordsmanship in the Lishan Sword Sect for thousands of years.
"What a place for swordsmen and bells!"
Ye Gucheng slowly opened his eyes and praised softly.
These sword intentions integrated between heaven and earth actually do not have very exaggerated effects. They are more like invisible clouds and mist, shrouding the entire Lishan Mountain.
Perhaps practicing swordsmanship on Lishan Mountain will be more efficient than in other places, but the degree of improvement is also very limited.
However, the little things add up, even if it is just a small improvement, it is very valuable to the warrior.
Ye Gucheng stepped onto the stone stairs, his snow-white clothes fluttering slightly in the autumn wind, causing the dust and fallen leaves on the stairs to fly.
Step by step, neither slow nor slow.
When he reached the mountain gate halfway up the mountain, he stopped again.
The mountain gate of Lishan Sword Sect is a gate tower three feet high, with two stone pillars standing on both sides, with the four characters "Lishan Sword Sect" written on it.
There is also a mountain terrace more than ten feet wide in front of the mountain gate. The bluestone ground is very smooth.
"Ye Gucheng!"
At this time, Yu Zheng was standing inside the mountain gate, watching Ye Gucheng walk up the mountain, his expression suddenly serious.
"Sect Master Yu!" Ye Gucheng nodded slightly.
"Do you know me?" Yu Zheng was a little surprised.
Ye Gucheng said: "In the battle at Black Cliff Ridge, among the warriors present, Sect Master Yu's swordsmanship was the most outstanding."
He has always only focused on two things, one is masters and the other is swordsmanship.
In the battle of Heiyaling, there were several innate masters, but none of them practiced swordsmanship. Among the innate masters, Yu Zheng's swordsmanship was the most outstanding.
Yu Zheng looked at Ye Gucheng with a somewhat complicated expression.
"Ye, Mr. Ye!"
"Can you cancel this fight?"
"Why?" Ye Gucheng frowned slightly.
He traveled all the way to the Lishan Sword Sect just for this fight, but now Yu Zheng actually wants to cancel the fight!
"Master, respect him!" Yu Zheng said.
But before he finished speaking, a clear laughter suddenly sounded in the surrounding mountains and forests.
"Hahaha~~ You idiot, a good competition almost got ruined by you!"
The smile was free and easy, just like the figure leaping down from the top of the mountain.
"I, Yu Shan, have met Daoyou Ye!"
Yu Shan is eight feet tall, with a thin but tall figure, and his head of white hair cannot hide his sharp temperament.
"Ye Gucheng has met Senior Yu!"
Ye Gucheng cupped his hands.
"I can't be called a senior in front of you!" Yu Shan said with a smile.
"Before the competition, everything is unknown, why should seniors be humble?" Ye Gucheng said.
"No, although there is no competition yet, I know that I am not your opponent. After all, I am not capable of defeating Jin An with one sword!" Yu Shan looked at Ye Gucheng, his eyes full of excitement.
The sun is shining brightly in the sky, the clouds are clear and the wind is gentle.
The gentle sunshine fell on the two of them, making the atmosphere between them more gentle.
They are not enemies, they just arranged a competition.
But as time went by, the atmosphere between the two became tense again.
An indescribable sword intent was like an invisible mountain peak, pressing down on the surroundings.
"We only compete with swords!" Ye Gucheng said.
"Okay!" Yu Shan responded.
Although the two of them haven't drawn their swords yet, the competition has already begun.
The sharp sword energy suddenly shot out of the air and merged with the gentle autumn wind.
Yu Zheng, Qi Jinfeng and many other disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect all stared at him, feeling the sharp sword energy, and there seemed to be a trembling fear in their hearts.
There was a sword in Ye Gucheng's palm, but the sword was still in its scabbard. The sword energy did not come from this sword.
His men are sharper and sharper than swords.
Yu Shan's sword is also in the sword, but the sharp momentum is constantly spreading.
When their eyes met, it was like sharp swords clashing.
None of them moved, but the pressure of stillness was stronger and more terrifying than the pressure of movement.
A fallen leaf floated over, floated between the two of them, and fell immediately, unable to even be blown by the wind.
In the forest next to the mountain gate.
Situ Qianfeng and Yan Bo stood on a big tree, looking at the two of them.
Uncle Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and the muscles all over his body tensed.
Even though he was a hundred meters away, he still felt a heavy pressure.
This pressure does not come from the outside world, but from his psychology.
Just like the gap in life levels, just looking at it from a distance made him feel humble.
"Kendo can go so far!"
Yan Bo murmured in horror.
Situ Qianfeng didn't hear what he said. At this time, all he could see was Ye Gucheng.
He didn't have Yan Bo's cultivation and artistic conception, but he couldn't feel the oppression from the sword.
He looked at Ye Gucheng, looking at the figure that was straighter and sharper than a sword.
"This is the kendo I want!"
Situ Qianfeng only had one thought at this time, which was to learn the sword intention of Ye Gucheng.
It was as if Ye Gucheng's sword intent had a fatal attraction on him, making him unable to extricate himself.
On the mountain level.
The overwhelming pressure suddenly eased.
Suddenly, there was another dragon roar, and sword energy soared into the sky.
Ye Gucheng's sword has been unsheathed.
Under the soft sunlight, his sword was extremely pale, palpitatingly pale.
Similarly, the sword in Yu Shan's hand was also unsheathed.
The two swords thrust out at the same time, and continued to change with the footsteps of the two people.
The sword edges haven't touched yet, the two of them are not moving very fast, and the distance between them is still several feet, but the sword edges have already changed in countless ways.
There are no gorgeous moves, and it can't be called exciting. Even if an ordinary person sees this scene, he will feel that it is just like this, there is nothing powerful about it.
But Yu Zheng, Qi Jinfeng, Yan Bo and others had fine cold sweat on their foreheads.
As excellent swordsmen, they could see that the duel between the two had already begun. It was a test of sword intent and sword power.
The changes in swordsmanship are just to make the sword's intention and power more powerful.
Under everyone's gaze, the distance between Ye Gucheng and Yu Shan became closer and closer.
finally.
Their swords touched each other.
bite!
A crisp sound sounded, and a messy sword energy spread in all directions.
The messy sword energy tore at the fallen leaves, dust, autumn wind, and warm sun.
Immediately afterwards, the sword became faster and faster, from being slow at the beginning to being so fast that only an afterimage remained.
Ye Gucheng's sword is like a gust of wind outside the white clouds.
Yu Shan's sword is like a stubborn stone in the forest.
The wind is ethereal and flowing, while the stubborn rocks are solid and unyielding.
One sword after another, dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.
They seem to be evenly matched.
"Mr. Ye, if your sword is only this bad, it is absolutely impossible to defeat Jin An with one sword!"
Yu Shan said suddenly.
It is impossible to be evenly matched. The only possibility is that Ye Gucheng holds back.
Ye Gucheng did hold back his hand because he wanted to feel Yu Shan's sword well.
Jin An is not a swordsman, so he will not have any entanglement with him.
Yu Shan is an excellent swordsman, and Ye Gucheng wants to know what is special about his sword.
In fact, Yu Shan's sword is very special.
He is better at defense, and he will leave five points of artistic conception in every move, which serves as room for defense and edge for attack.
Swordsmen don't just move forward.
Go forward indomitably and show your sharpness, perhaps even more sharply.
But it's even more dangerous like Yu Shan, because you never know when he will make a move, making you unable to guard against it.
If Yu Shan was fighting with an ordinary swordsman at this time, he might have been pierced by his sword.
It's a pity that Yu Shan is facing Ye Gucheng.
Ye Gucheng's sword has thousands of changes, and it can make dozens of changes in just an instant.
No matter what Yu Shan did, he could not find Ye Gucheng's shortcomings.
Ye Gucheng's eyes flashed, and his agile sword suddenly turned.
The figure fell from the sky, and the sword energy turned into a rainbow and shot out along with the sunlight.
Qiang~~
The two swords clashed, sparks bursting out.
The next moment!
Ye Gucheng flicked the sword in his hand lightly, and with such a careless move, Yu Shan was stunned.
Because the sword in his hand was knocked away.
The challenge is flying!
A swordsman cannot hold the sword in his hand!
this!
Yu Shan stared blankly at the trembling long sword that fell to the ground.
Everyone around also stared blankly at the sword.
They may all feel incredible.
Falling sword!
This is a crushing result!
Is Yu Shan too weak?
No, it should be because Ye Gucheng is too strong.
They all think so.
But only Yu Shan understood how exquisite Ye Gucheng's sword was, just as he knew best how strong his hand holding the sword was.
This was Ye Gucheng's answer to him.
Why can he defeat Jin An with one sword?
Yu Shan's whole body was trembling slightly. He closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath to calm his trembling mind.
Yu Zheng squeezed the hilt of the sword in his hand and stared at Ye Gucheng with a gloomy look.
Falling swords are more hateful than killing people.
This is an insult to the swordsman!
In his eyes, Ye Gucheng was humiliating Yu Shan.
If he hadn't known that he was no match for Ye Gucheng, he wouldn't have stepped forward to fight Ye Gucheng.
Yu Shan also felt a sense of shame, but his shame did not come from Ye Gucheng, but from himself.
If you can't hold your own sword, what right do you have to resent others?
"What is a sword?"
he asked tremblingly.
The voice was no longer as free and high-spirited as before, but instead full of frustration and decadence.
"A sword is a sword!" Ye Gucheng frowned slightly when he saw his state.
Will Ye Gucheng humiliate Yu Shan?
Of course not.
In fact, Ye Gucheng is taking care of Yu Shan. If this sword is not a pick, it will hurt someone.
Ye Gucheng just didn't want to hurt Yu Shan.
Yu Shan slowly opened his eyes, "Then what is Kendo?"
"I am Kendo!"
Ye Gucheng replied.
Yu Shan was stunned again. He looked at Ye Gucheng blankly.
He seemed to understand something.
There is a sword in Ye Gucheng's palm, but it doesn't seem to be his sword. Maybe he is everywhere, and his person has been integrated with the sword. His person is the sword. As long as his person is there, everything in the world is him.
sword.
So what is Kendo?
Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship is Ye Gucheng himself.
Ye Gucheng doesn't care about a sword. In his opinion, a sword is just a sword, just a weapon to be used, with no special meaning.
The meaning of losing a sword is not as painful as a wound on the body.
Therefore, he will choose Yu Shan's sword.
"Hahaha~~"
Yu Shan suddenly laughed, "I'm not as good as you!"
"It's not as good as it is!" Ye Gucheng said.
"Haha~~" Yu Shanxiao's voice became louder.
All the slump and depression disappeared, and freedom and ease once again took over his laughter.
He understood Ye Gucheng's thoughts and also understood Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship.
Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship was very different from his, but he could understand.
He was very grateful for the competition with Ye Gucheng, and even more grateful for Ye Gucheng's care for him.
Although he was unable to understand Ye Gucheng's swordsmanship, the competition with Ye Gucheng also gave him a deeper understanding of his own swordsmanship.
"The sword is the sword, and I am who I am!"
"Thank you Mr. Ye for your advice!"
Yu Shan bowed his head and said solemnly.
"It's not really advice!" Ye Gucheng took back his sword.
"The kindness of guidance can be used as a teacher! If I don't already have a teacher, I should take Mr. Ye as my teacher!" Yu Shan stood up and said.
Ye Gucheng looked at him, the sky and the earth were desolate, and the coldness in his eyes became a little deeper.
This competition was simple and dull, making Ye Gucheng feel a little lonely.
The competition is over and the result is not important.
"Farewell!"
Ye Gucheng turned and left.
Yu Shan was about to speak but stopped. He wanted to stop Ye Gucheng and discuss the art of swordsmanship with Ye Gucheng.
But in the end he still didn't say it.
He had already benefited a lot from a competition. If he wanted to discuss the art of swordsmanship with Ye Gucheng again, he would be pushing the envelope a bit.
Especially when he saw the coldness in Ye Gucheng's eyes.
It's not cold, it's loneliness.
The loneliness of a master.
"It's a pity that I'm not qualified!"
Yu Shan thought a little deeply.
Snow-white gown, flying fallen leaves, spreading stone steps.
Ye Gucheng left like this.
Yu Shan stood there, watching his figure disappear on the stone steps.
"Master, are you okay?" Yu Zheng asked worriedly.
"fine!"
Yu Shan shook his head slightly.
"Then~~" Yu Zheng wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.
Yu Shan took a deep breath, bent down and picked up the long sword on the ground.
"When I see Ye Gucheng from now on, I will treat him as a disciple!"
"Ah!" Yu Zheng was startled.
"I can't worship him as my teacher, but you must respect him as your teacher!"
"This isn't appropriate!" Yu Zheng said a little nervously.
He is the leader of the Lishan Sword Sect. If he met Ye Gucheng to perform the apprenticeship ceremony, wouldn't the Lishan Sword Sect be all Ye Gucheng's disciples and grandsons?
Yu Shan glanced at him, "Is there anything inappropriate?"
"Ye Gucheng is not from our Lishan Sword Sect after all." Yu Zheng said.
Yu Shan shook his head slightly and said: "But Ye Gucheng is very kind to our Lishan Sword Sect."
"What great favor?"
"It's a great kindness for me to have the opportunity to understand the third level of artistic conception!"
Yu Zheng was confused for a while, but then his eyes widened.
"Master has gained a new understanding!"
Yu Shan turned around and walked towards the mountain, "Remember to hold the disciple ceremony when you see Ye Gucheng in the future, otherwise I will expel you from the school."
"Disciple understands, I will obey my master's orders!" Yu Zheng was surprised and happy, but there was no trace of the previous hesitation.
If Ye Gucheng had not left at this time, he would have wanted to hold Ye Gucheng's thigh and call him master.
The third realm!
That is the pinnacle of the innate warrior. For any innate warrior, even a small chance is a very rare opportunity.