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Chapter 208 [Emerald Wusha]

 "Moon Shadow Sword Technique?"

Cheng Yu was surprised that the cat demon's summary ability was quite good, and the name he came up with was quite appropriate.

"Then... let's call it Moon Shadow Sword Technique."

Cheng Yu smiled casually.

"As expected, I guessed it right. However, for such exquisite swordsmanship to be carved on stone and displayed to the world, Brother Cheng must be too generous."

Seeing the cat demon making fun of myself,

Cheng Yu smiled knowingly, he knew his own business, he used his thin gold body to carve a popular poem on the boulder with his sword, what kind of swordsmanship is that?

"Can you see the magic of swordsmanship in this?"

Seeing Cheng Yu asking back to his home, Jia Fei nodded vigorously, pointed at the stone wall from a distance and said:

"Look at the strokes, strokes, strokes, and hooks of each stroke.

They all contain the meaning of a sonorous sword. The turns of the handwriting are like the cadences of sword strokes. Brother Cheng, please don’t play tricks on me.

After all, I have been a demon in disguise for more than three hundred years, so I can still understand the sword intention contained in it."

"..."

Cheng Yu was speechless for a moment. He really didn't expect that the cat demon would turn into such a disgrace. But according to what she said, when he looked back at the dozens of words he had carved on the stone wall, it seemed that... they were really so.

Interesting.

Could it be said that I, Cheng, am a natural swordsman?

Haha...

Cheng Yu no longer thought about these things, but he saw Jia Fei took out a piece of old bamboo tube from the brocade bag, which contained the letter from Zhang Zhang that Cheng Yu had ghostwritten.

Jia Fei turned over the bamboo tube and found that the lid had been sealed, and couldn't help but sigh:

"I also wanted to take out the letter you wrote and compare it with the handwriting on the stone wall, but unfortunately it has been sealed, so forget it."

Cheng Yu saw Jia Fei put the bamboo tube back into the brocade bag and asked:

"After agreeing to deliver a letter home for Mr. Zhang, we stayed here for a few more days. Why don't we set off tomorrow? I have to go back to Qingchuan on the way.

One thing,

Go to Qingluo Village to have a look, and secondly, go to Qingchuan County to return the Wu Jun Sword in the kit to the newly promoted Jieyuan."

Jia Fei nodded and said:

"Just in time, I went to take a look at the theater troupe in the afternoon. Everyone in the troupe also decided to set off on the road tomorrow. Although the troupe leader is still in poor health, this place is quite dangerous for him. The earlier he leaves, the sooner he will leave.

Have a good day."

As the cat demon spoke, he put his hand into the brocade bag to look for the Wujun Sword. The reason why Cheng Yu put the Wujun Sword in the brocade bag instead of carrying it behind his back was not because he liked the new and disliked the old, but because the sword on his wrist was not called a sword.

If the other party doesn't like it, he will make some small moves at every turn.

Cheng Yu was worried that the Wujun Sword might be damaged by accident, so he had to put it in his brocade bag for safekeeping.

"Shua"

Jia Fei holds the broad Wujun sword in his hand and draws out a sword flower. His seemingly fragile body looks quite incompatible with a heavy sword used by a strong man.

But this heavy sword was like a bamboo pole in her hand, making a "wuwu" sound when she played with it.

"Brother Cheng,

Is that okay?"

Jia Fei held his sword and looked at the stone wall and asked Cheng Yu.

Cheng Yu was confused and didn't know why.

Seeing that Cheng Yu didn't answer, Jia Fei thought he had acquiesced.

He once again pulled out a sword flower in his hand:

"I'm sorry, please give me some advice!"

After saying that, he jumped to the side of the boulder, and with a "swish" sound, the tip of the sword pointed directly at the first inscription on the stone wall, which was the word "花" in "A pot of wine among flowers".

The top of the mountain is open, the moonlight is like water, and a beautiful blue figure is dancing on the side of the boulder holding a heavy sword.

As soon as Jia Fei started dancing, Cheng Yu's eyes lit up and he suddenly became enlightened.

It turns out that every swing of the cat demon's sword actually follows the order of the strokes on the stone wall carvings.

"Wonderful!"

Cheng Yu couldn't help but sigh in admiration.

I saw that group of green shadows dancing with the word "wine among the flowers" in the first sentence, and then another white shadow carrying a bright silver sword light danced with it.

The two figures sometimes intersected and sometimes overlapped. Even the always restless Bu Mingjian was unusually quiet at this time. It just followed Cheng Yu's wrist and waved. Even if it occasionally crossed with the Wujun sword in Jia Fei's hand, it only made a slight collision and said "

There is a soft sound of "ding".

With the sword following his will, Cheng Yu unknowingly began to guide the cat demon's sword-drawing path.

Because Jia Fei is not good at calligraphy, the starting and finishing of some strokes are very unfamiliar to her. However, with Cheng Yu's guidance, she naturally followed Cheng Yu's sword movements to finish and finish the unfamiliar strokes.

She drew back her sword and blended it into the sword strokes, immediately giving her a feeling of being both unexpected and suddenly enlightened.

This Jia Fei was originally smart and had a very strong ability to comprehend. By the time the two danced together until "I sing the moon and linger", the Wujun Sword and the Buming Sword had gradually begun to resonate with each other.

By the next sentence "My dancing shadows are messy", the green shadows in white shirts have almost melted into one ball.

……

"Eternal... knot... no... love... travel!"

"Xian... Qi... Miao... Yun... Han!"

Every time a word was swung across the sword, the words of the two of them were followed by the sword. The tips of the last two swords even scratched the last word "汉" almost at the same time.

The top of the mountain once again fell into an open space and tranquility. Even the bamboo sea under the feet no longer rustled, and the full moon in the sky was hidden in a few sparse and thin clouds, motionless.

Two figures, one white and one green, sheathed their swords at the same time. Under the moonlight, a drop of crystal water passed through the tip of Jia Fei's flying hair. "Crack!" hit the last "Han" character on the stone wall with a sound, and fell into several splashes.

Splash away.

Cheng Yu looked at Jia Fei and saw that her forehead was covered with fine sweat, so he thought it was a drop of sweat from her.

But when I looked closer, I saw crystals flowing in his eyes, and for a moment I couldn't tell whether they were beads of sweat or tears.

Jia Fei held the Wu Jun Sword in his hand, and Cheng Yu bowed deeply and said with unusual solemnity:

"Thank you to Brother Cheng for teaching Yueying Sword Technique again. Jia Fei is lucky enough to meet your brother. However, Fei has always been afraid and doesn't know how to repay brother's great kindness."

Jia Fei always bowed her head in salute without raising her head, and even her voice gradually became quieter as she spoke. Cheng Yu saw this and hurriedly helped her up:

"It doesn't have to be like this. I'm quite happy to dance this swordsmanship with you."

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After Cheng Yu finished speaking, he looked back at the carvings on the stone wall and thought to himself: It turns out that the sword moves can be understood from this calligraphy. If Jia Fei hadn't danced just now, I wouldn't have thought of this level. From this point of view,

It’s hard to say who taught this so-called Moon Shadow Sword Technique to whom.

Thinking of this, Cheng Yu smiled in his heart, raised his hands and bowed to Jia Fei:

"I want to thank you too."

"Thank me? Why thank me?"

Gafilio tilted his head and asked back.

"Thank you for dancing this swordsmanship with me. It also made me understand the wonderful connection between swordsmanship and calligraphy."

"Haha, if you say that, Jia Fei is being disrespectful."

After the cat demon finished speaking, he wished Cheng Yu ten thousand blessings, and then raised his head, with a small face as bright as a peach blossom.

At this time, she was in a good mood. She raised her hand to play with the sword and danced in front of the stone wall for a while before she was completely happy.

"Huh?"

Jia Fei, who put the Wu Jun Sword back into the brocade bag, let out a light sigh. He took another look inside and seemed to have discovered something interesting again. Cheng Yu waved his hand and said softly:

"Brother Cheng, come and see."

Her voice was soft, as if she was spying on a deer in the woods.

Cheng Yu walked closer and looked into the brocade bag. Following the fingertips of the cat demon onion, he saw quietly lying in the corner the golden blade, Bai Auntie's demon pill, and Bai Zhonger's

The three fundamental life thorns are huddled together.

But around it, there are eight other clay figurine dolls neatly forming a semicircle, and surrounding the three golden blades in the center.

I still remember that before, Jia Fei specifically placed these clay dolls in another corner away from the Golden Light Blade, but now they gathered back around the Golden Light Blade.

Cheng Yu reached out and took out the eight clay dolls from the brocade bag and placed them one by one on the boulder.

From left to right, there are two pairs of general and maid puppets facing each other, until the last two on the right are a bit special, they are a warrior puppet with a broken arm and a civilian puppet with a new head kneaded from a piece of loess.
With the help of the cat demon's green light eyesight, I can see that the watery aura on the soles of these eight clay dolls has penetrated the entire legs.

Both the Golden Light Blade and the White Lady Demonic Pill contain a strong aura of gold, and gold generates water. No wonder these clay dolls with "legs" are running there.

However, in addition to the watery aura on the legs of the broken-arm warrior doll and the yellow-headed civil servant doll, one's arms and the other's head still exude a trace of earth and wood.

Cheng Yu remembered that in order to squeeze the arms and the civil servant's head, he finally found the remaining loess from the bamboo sea on the mountainside from the earth dragon that the Huang family father and daughter used to cast before, and then mixed it with himself

The water she brought was then added to the sugar juice Jiafei bought from Zhang Lao and the bamboo shavings she kneaded using magic. The four were mixed together to ensure sufficient viscosity and toughness before the repair and kneading was completed.
Jia Fei stared at the civil servant from the side, remembering that Cheng Yu was modeled after the civil servant from Qingchuan County.

"Hmm...this young boy's beard is a bit unsightly."

After saying that, she raised her hand to summon two emerald green slender bamboo leaves, and inserted them into the philtrum under the clay puppet's nose with a "pop" sound, covering the two shallow beards that were originally pinched by the clay.

At this time, I saw the corners of the clay doll's mouth moving obviously, as if its beard had been pulled off and it was grinning in pain.

Cheng Yu and Jia Fei were both surprised when they saw it. Could it be that this clay doll has become spiritual and alive?

Jia Fei rolled his eyes and raised his hand again to summon two fresh bamboo leaves, inserting them on both sides of the black gauze on the civil servant's head to serve as hat wings.

This...

Cheng Yu couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded. The pair of green hat wings were inserted on his head, making the entire black gauze hat look emerald green.


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