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"First time!"
Lü Zhixuan's heart skipped a beat. Although Ying Feiyang's Art of Sword Manipulation was still young and inexperienced, there was already a hint of a master's aura. If this was really his first time, then this person was truly shocking. However, just as he was distracted, the Star Order Sword urged him again, brushing past his ear. Lü Zhixuan hurriedly collected his thoughts and focused on the battle. WwW.AiQuXs.cOM
Two sword shadows, one white and one green, spiraled into the air as they collided. One was like a meteor streaking across the sky, gleaming with a cold gleam, while the other was like a white rainbow piercing through the sun. The wind from the swords howled as they fought for more than a hundred seconds. Lü Zhixuan had originally intended to use Ying Feiyang as a whetstone to reforge the sharpness of his Python Sword. But after fighting for a while, he felt that the immaturity and sluggishness of Ying Feiyang's longsword was gradually dissipating, becoming more and more smooth. The Star Order Sword was being used in tandem, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes light, sometimes heavy.
Lü Zhixuan suddenly had a strange feeling. He felt that he was the grindstone, and a peerless divine blade was slowly revealing its sharpness under his polishing. When Lü Zhixuan saw that a greenhorn was able to fight back and forth with him, he suddenly felt anxious. He let out a clear whistle, shook his shoulder, and struck out with his sword again. The Flood Dragon Sword left its scabbard and let out a carefree dragon roar as it charged into the fray.
The Flood Dragon Sword was much stronger than the Python Sword, which had lost all its spiritual energy. Although it did not transform into the form of an evil Flood Dragon, its power was still astonishing. A single slash from the sword had the power to split mountains. The Star Order Sword and the Python Sword were originally in a stalemate, but now that the Flood Dragon Sword struck the Python Sword, it could not hold on any longer.
It was as if there were two invisible giant hands wrestling in the air. The three swords froze in the air, but the stance of one sword blocking two swords did not last long. The Star Order Sword was pushed down inch by inch until it finally reached Ying Feiyang's head, but it could not go any further. Ying Feiyang clenched his teeth and held on, finally blocking the sword.
But Lü Zhixuan shouted again. Although the sword did not move, a formless sharp wind pierced through and plowed a deep mark on the surface of the pond, splitting the water in half. Although Ying Feiyang used his zhenqi to protect himself, the lotus leaves under his feet could not withstand the sword's power and were split in half.
Ying Feiyang's body sank slightly, and then he stepped on the surface of the water and skimmed to the shore like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water. There was no embarrassment on his face, but the edges of his shoes were slightly wet. Ying Feiyang waved his hand and the Star Order Sword returned to its scabbard. He then cupped his hands towards Lü Zhixuan and said, "Daoist is indeed better. Ying Feiyang accepts his loss."
Lü Zhixuan also sheathed his sword and sighed, pointing at the pond, "Boiling the crane and burning the zither, spoiling the fun. It is I who has lost." Following Lu Zhixuan's finger, he saw that the place where the Sword Qi had passed had formed a line. The lotus flowers, lotus leaves, and duckweed on the line were all cut in half by the sword. The pond was filled with red and green, and it was a mess.
It was a mess. Lü Zhixuan only relied on the Art of Sword Kinesis to fight for a long time. It was only because of his decades of foundation that he was able to win. He was so anxious that he forgot about these things. Now that he had calmed down, he only felt that he had lost face.
Ying Feiyang waved his hand and said, "Daoist is too humble. Let's not talk about winning or losing for now. Today, I have learned a lot from your sparring."
Lü Zhixuan also laughed and said, "Don't say that. Junior Apprentice Brother Ying's swordsmanship is unconstrained and unique. I have also learned a lot from watching your swordsmanship. Let's say that your seventh and ninth styles, as well as the thirty-fourth style of Bi, are secretly compatible with the swordsmanship of my Shangqing school. I's aptitude is poor. Previously, I couldn't execute a few moves of my school's swordsmanship smoothly. But after watching Junior Apprentice Brother Ying's swordsmanship, I'm suddenly enlightened. "
Ying Feiyang's heart skipped a beat. When he was wielding his sword, he didn't think much and used the Art of Sword Kinesis from the Shangqing Hanxiang Sword. He didn't expect that Lü Zhixuan would see through it. Just as he was about to find an excuse to avoid it, he suddenly heard a strange voice. "Not only are they secretly compatible, they are actually from the same source. Senior Apprentice Brother Lü, you still don't know that the Shangqing Hanxiang Sword Kinesis that you have been longing for for a long time has been passed down to Junior Apprentice Brother Ying by Master." But Sun Changji entered the room with his hands crossed. He shook his head and said, "It's a pity that the one who inherited Master's swordsmanship is actually a disciple of the Sword Crown. Does Master really think that there is no one capable in our school?"
Lü Zhixuan was shocked and asked in a trembling voice, "Is this true?"
Ying Feiyang had been hiding in the academy all this while. He did not expect that he would still be involved in the Shangqing school's internal strife. However, he did not want to deceive him. He said helplessly, "That's right. Master Sima did pass the Shangqing School's Hanxiang Sword Illustration to me."
Lü Zhixuan gritted his teeth in disbelief and said, "How is this possible? I don't believe it. No, I have to ask Master!"
But Sun Changji said, "Senior Apprentice Brother Lü, don't be anxious. Master must have been deceived by this fellow. Speaking of which, this fellow claims to be the disciple of the Sword Crown, but he has no proof. Moreover, he is being pursued by the Ling Xiao Sword School's He Guqiong. I suspect that he is actually the thief who stole the Sword Crown's keepsake. Why don't Senior Apprentice Brother Lü take him down first and retrieve the Shangqing Hanxiang Sword Illustration, then interrogate him properly."
Sun Changji's voice was deep and carried an inexplicable bewitchment. Lü Zhixuan's eyes became misty and his mind became dizzy. He could not help but respond, "Alright, let's take him down together."
As he spoke, Lü Zhixuan placed his hand on the hilt of his sword again. Together with Sun Changji, Ying Feiyang was sandwiched between them. Both of them had a higher cultivation level than Ying Feiyang. At this moment, Ying Feiyang felt like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to escape even if he had wings. Seeing that Lü Zhixuan's expression was abnormal, he hurriedly said, "Master Lü, stay calm, don't fall into other people's trap!" Lü Zhixuan, however, acted as if he didn't hear him. His eyes became more and more vacant, but his aura became colder and colder. WwW.AiQuXs.cOM
At this moment, another dignified female voice was heard. "He is the disciple of Sword Crown Master Gu Shishu, this is also what I have determined. Could it be that I am also muddle-headed and have been deceived by him?" Looking towards the source of the voice, a female Taoist nun also entered the courtyard. It was Princess Yu Zhen.
Sun Changji said, "So it is the Princess who has arrived. The Princess's hands and eyes are all over the world, how could you be wrong? Since his identity is correct, then I feel even more sorry for Brother Lü. He has been cultivating under Shizun for so many years, but Shizun has passed on his consummate skill to another disciple. What a pity, what a pity! "
Lü Zhixuan's body suddenly shook, the misty look in his eyes dispersed, and he angrily said to Sun Changji, "Sun Changji! How dare you use the Curse of the Number One God on me! " The Curse of the Number One God is one of the Daoist talismans. When activated, the talisman can confuse people's souls, causing them to unconsciously obey the talisman's orders. Just now, Sun Changji folded his hands in his sleeves, but in reality, he was casting the spell under the cover of his sleeves. Lü Zhixuan was so angry that he did not pay attention and fell into his trap.
Sun Changji put on an innocent look and said, "What Curse of the Number One God? Brother Lü's mind is firm, and his cultivation is higher than mine. How could he be affected by my insignificant Curse of the Number One God? Unless Brother Lü is really jealous, then I can take advantage of it."
Lü Zhixuan's face darkened, but he could not refute. The Curse of the Number One God was only used to catalyze other people's emotions, but it could not create a certain emotion out of nothing. If he was really magnanimous and did not care about this matter, then he would not have fallen into the trap.
Sun Changji then laughed strangely and said, "But Brother Lü has been famous for a long time, why would he be jealous of a greenhorn? There must be a mistake, a mistake!" As he was saying this, Sun Changji laughed and walked out of the courtyard.
Ying Feiyang watched as Sun Changji left, and his heart was filled with anger. He was now Sima Chengzhen's guest, so Sun Changji would not dare to do anything to him. But from time to time, Sun Changji would look for opportunities to cause trouble for him. He felt like there was a leech stuck to him, and although it was not harmful, it was disgusting and he could not get rid of it.
Princess Yu Zhen comforted Lü Zhixuan, "Brother Lü, don't listen to that madman's nonsense. Shifu naturally has his own considerations when he imparted the swordplay to Brother Ying."
Lü Zhixuan's face alternated between green and white. He swept a glance at Ying Feiyang, and said to Princess Yu Zhen, "What Princess said, I know. Today, I has lost my composure, I will take my leave first." After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and left.
Lü Zhixuan only said goodbye to the Princess, but did not say a word to Ying Feiyang. It was obvious that there was still a grudge in his heart. Ying Feiyang sighed, "Even if I live in a deep courtyard, I cannot stop the disturbance. It seems that my leisurely days in Shangqing school are coming to an end."
Princess Yu Zhen smiled, "No matter how deep the courtyard is, can it be deeper than the Daming Palace? You want to avoid the disturbance here, but you do not know that the deep courtyard is often the source of the disturbance. "Princess Yu Zhen's smile carried a hint of bitterness. It was obvious that she was recalling the struggle in the palace again.
Ying Feiyang was aware of the situation and changed the topic, "Oh yes, thanks to Princess Shijie for helping me out just now. I wonder what important matter is there for you to come here?"
Princess Yu Zhen suddenly raised her lily-white hand and patted his head, "What important matter is there? What important matter is there? Look at you, you speak like an old man at such a young age. Can't I look for you if there is nothing important? " With Ying Feiyang's ability, it was naturally impossible for him to be patted by her, but he still obediently took the hit and cried out in pain.
Princess Yu Zhen smiled and said, "Don't pretend. Today is the Luoyang Flower Festival. This Princess is strolling around alone and is bored, so I asked you to accompany me. You've been in Luoyang for a month, but you've actually holed up in this small courtyard every day. Aren't you afraid of getting moldy?"
"Luoyang Flower Festival? What's that?" Ying Feiyang asked doubtfully.
Princess Yu Zhen smiled and explained, "Luoyang is known as the Flower City because every spring, the peonies will bloom in full bloom, competing with each other for beauty. When the flowers bloom, the whole city will admire the peonies, comment on their beauty, and crown the Flower King. This is the Peony Flower Festival. Speaking of which, the rise of this Flower Festival is inextricably linked to Empress Wu. Have you ever heard of the story of Empress Wu's' Hundred Flowers'? "
Ying Feiyang shook his head blankly again. Princess Yu Zhen laughed and scolded, "You really are an idiot who doesn't care about anything other than your sword. Forget it, Senior Princess will tell you. It's about Empress Wu admiring the snow. In the courtyard, the plum blossoms and snow reflected each other, and the winter plum blossoms bloomed alone. Although it was a beautiful scene, after looking at it for a long time, it became monotonous. Thus, Empress Wu picked up her brush and wrote four lines: 'Visiting the Upper Garden in the Ming Dynasty, quickly announcing the arrival of spring. The flowers must bloom in the night, not waiting for the morning wind to rush them.' As a result, on the second day, the flowers in the courtyard bloomed, creating a beautiful world of flowers. However, upon closer inspection, only the peonies were still budding. Empress Wu was furious and fired the peonies, demoting them to Luoyang. However, when they arrived at Luoyang, the peonies bloomed one after another, and Luoyang became the capital of the peonies. "
After listening, Ying Feiyang frowned and said, "Flowers bloom and bloom according to the order of the heavens. Flowers in spring and winter blooming in winter are unheard of. Could there really be someone in this world who can reverse the seasons of spring and winter? The Shangqing school's mystical techniques are unfathomable. Perhaps Master Sima could do it. I heard that Wei Wushuang, who is as famous as my Master, has the title of 'One Elephant, Ten Thousand Lives'. It shouldn't be a problem for him. However, during the reign of Empress Wu, they …"
"Pfft!" Princess Yu Zhen was amused and said, "You really have a good imagination. I was just telling you a legend, and you actually took it seriously?"
"A legend?" Ying Feiyang's face turned red, but he immediately tried to cover it up and said, "There's no such thing as an unfounded legend. Perhaps there's another story behind the legend."
"Yes, yes, yes. Would Junior Brother Ying be willing to accompany me to this Peony Flower Festival for a tour?"
Ying Feiyang thought for a moment. He also felt that he had been disgusted by Sun Changji just now, and felt depressed. There was no harm in taking a walk to relieve his boredom, so he said, "If the legend is true, then I should go and take a look at the proud and unyielding character of the peonies. Let's go."
"Don't rush, don't rush. Let's change our attire first. This year's Peony Flower Festival will be held at the Great Fortune First Temple. If you're dressed like this, you'll be looked down upon by the monks again." As she said this, Princess Yu Zhen clapped her lily-white hands, and two rows of young girls carrying trays walked in one after another. The trays were filled with all kinds of clothes.
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