GBP Chapter 523: The Sword of March 3
Chapter 523: The Sword of March 3
"So the master will teach two new Cloud Riders, and then let those two teach March Seventh... Why is it so roundabout?" Su Chang rubbed his head, feeling dizzy. Why didn't the master just teach March Seventh directly?
Today is a clear and cloudless day, which is considered the most suitable day for divination in the fairy boat. Qingque leads Huohuo and Sushang to use the Dayan Qiongguan Formation for divination today.
The content of divination is naturally related to the martial arts ceremony.
Qingque was in charge of the Qiongguan formation. After hearing Suchang's words, he couldn't help but complain a little: "The 'newcomers to the Cloud Cavalry' you mentioned are the youngest Cloud Cavalry Guard in Luofu and the granddaughter of General Zhu Mingxianzhou."
"Is there?" Su Chang scratched his head and asked in confusion, "But when I was practicing sword with Brother Yanqing, I couldn't feel it at all."
"That's because Shang Shang, your swordsmanship is too strong..."
Huo Huo puffed his lips, thinking that Su Chang was sometimes really slow, especially when it came to sword practice. He had no idea how incredible his own strength had already reached.
Su Chang felt very aggrieved. After all, since she started practicing sword, Qingque would hit her a few times with one hand every few days, which made her practice sword more and more diligently.
But the harder he worked, the faster he was beaten. The only thing that could boost his confidence was practicing sword skills with Yan Qing once a week.
"The 'Taixu Sword Intention' that Master taught you is not a sword technique that everyone can learn," Qingque glanced at his junior sister and did not hide anything from her, "Given the time, your sword intention will kill all the evil creatures in the world."
Su Chang neatly arranged the divination tools and stood behind Qing Que, watching her control the huge Dayan Qiongguan Formation. She couldn't help but sigh, "Senior Sister is worthy of being the Grand Diviner. Her skills are very similar to Master Fu Xuan."
This sentence instead made Qingque fall into a brief trance. When she was a child, she followed behind Fu Xuan, just like Su Chang now, staring at Fu Xuan's back, marveling at the mystery and ingenuity of the Dayan Qiongguan Formation.
It was not until she became the master of the Qiongguan Formation that she understood what she had to bear by standing here.
That will be the future of the entire Luofu, and it is a choice for tens of millions of people.
Qingque could always sense traces of Fu Xuan's use in the Qiongguan Formation, but what could she say? After all, the Dayan Qiongguan Formation could be considered Fu Xuan's thing, so he could use it if he wanted, and he was better than her, his apprentice.
It was the content used for divination that always made Qingque very uncomfortable. Fu Xuan was obviously too lazy to open the invisible browsing in the Qiongguan Formation. Anyway, only Qingque could see it.
The most common divinations are things like An Ming’s position. Even more outrageous are things like what An Ming is wearing today, An Ming’s late-night status, and other even more incredible things.
The Dayan Qiongguan Formation is not used to do this kind of thing at all!
Qingque was too tired to complain, but fortunately the Qiongguan Formation was still running smoothly and would not lose computing power due to Fu Xuan's occasional calls.
During the divination process, Qingque keenly captured some ominous signs. It was like a vague feeling, which was called an ominous sign in divination terminology.
Qingque frowned. If it was under normal circumstances, it might not be so serious, but it happened at this critical moment, so there must be something unexpected.
But with her ability, she could only detect a hint of something. If she wanted to perceive it accurately or even locate it, she would need more information.
"If it were Lord Fu Xuan..." But Qingque was not discouraged this time. After all, Fu Xuan said it himself that she was the pride of Taibusi!
Qingque was so happy that he wanted to jump up and down to see the arrogant Fu Xuan say such words, but as his master was so arrogant, he still chose to be humble.
The actual situation was that she overslept in Fu Xuan's room that night, and was kicked by Fu Xuan to the floor, where she rolled three times before she hurried to work at Taibusi.
That day, Huo Huo and Su Shang both found Qing Que to be very strange. When he was marking documents, he would always laugh out of the blue, as if he was possessed by Sui Yang.
"gone."
Qingque turned and left the Qiongguan Formation with a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes.
Su Chang rarely saw her senior sister like this, "Where are you going?"
"To kill people, of course."
Qingque raised the sword at his waist, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "Of course, maybe it's not a human."
Perhaps it was because no one had seen Qingque's sword for too long that it dared to act so presumptuously in Luofu. Jing Yuan also needed to consider the deeper game between various forces, and as the current Taibu of Luofu, all she needed to do was kill all the enemies.
Huo Huo instinctively recalled some bad memories. When she was following Fu Xuan, she was often splashed with blood on her face.
"Senior sister is awesome!"
Su Chang unconditionally supported Qing Que. After all, she also wanted to find some rich evil creatures to practice with. It would be easy for her to become depressed if she only practiced sword skills without killing enemies all day long. She could only laugh when she saw Xiao Guizi's acrobatics.
Speaking of acrobatics we have to mention that since Su Chang's Taixu sword power has been slightly accomplished, let alone crushing rocks with her chest, Gui Naifen even crushed a jack with her chest.
The spectators around were stunned. If they hadn’t been watching it live, they would have thought it was a live special effect. It was too outrageous.
As long as Gui Naifen brings Su Chang to the show, the number of people in the live broadcast room will be hundreds of times higher than before, and she will directly become a big internet celebrity in Luofu.
As for the undercurrents in Luofu now, Qingque knew that An Ming was naturally more aware of it, but Sanyueqi was still fully immersed in the duel with Yanqing.
Although Yan Qing always loses no matter who he fights recently, he is still an extremely challenging opponent for San Yueqi. The title of the youngest Cloud Cavalry Guard in Luofu is naturally not a false title. If it were not for An Ming, Yan Qing might very well be the youngest Cloud Cavalry Guard in the entire Xianzhou.
San Yueqi had indeed not used the sword many times, and before Pinoconi she had mostly used bows and arrows. But at that critical moment, the bow and arrow turned into an ice sword. Even though she had no memory of using a sword, her body moved naturally, as if she had used this sword in battle countless times in the past that she had forgotten.
That was a sword technique that was engraved in the body's instincts, but it could only be used when holding that ice sword. Now, holding the unfamiliar hilt, March Seven was just the beautiful girl who could shoot arrows.
The pale blue eyes reflected An Ming's silent tenderness. There was no excessive expectation in that look, only the hope that San Yue Qi would be happy.
It is for this reason that San Yue Qi has to work harder to tell everyone that she will change and will no longer be the person who can only hide behind and do nothing!
"I'm starting!"
When San Yueqi finished speaking, Yan Qing instantly sensed a familiar breath, which was a similar feeling to the battle with Qing Que Su.
Although the sword has not yet arrived, the sword energy has already burst out of the lake like broken ice in early spring. The clear and fine sword light flows and flickers, as if thousands of ice crystals are bursting out like blooming petals.
The moment Yan Qing saw the hair accessories swaying in San Yue Qi's hair, he decisively slashed out three flying swords, which danced like circling swallows, flowing layer by layer to wrap up the sword energy as eye-catching as a cold plum.
That is the sword intent that belongs uniquely to March 7th, hot but not scorching, and agile and light like the peach blossoms that have just bloomed on the branches in March.
An Ming understands swords, and understands San Yue Qi even better, but he never expected that just a battle with Fu Xuan would allow San Yue Qi to make such great progress.
This progress is not reflected in the surface of swordsmanship, but more in the sword intent.
Now, San Yue Qi's sword intent is no longer as direct as before, but has a bit more charm of its own, as tough as the cold plum blossoms in deep winter, and as warm as the peach blossoms in March.
Such sword intent is so pleasing to the eye, like a fine work of art whose outline is gradually perfected under the sword of March Seven, and each stroke is like a pen dipped in moonlight.
When the sword light was about to touch the flying sword, San Yue Qi lightly tapped her toes to leverage the force and leaped into the air. As her bright skirt fluttered, the sword force was like a changing string, suddenly transforming into fine silver light that wove into a web of sword intent.
Yan Qing's pupils shrank slightly. He originally thought that giving one's all was the greatest respect, but now it seems that he needs to try even harder.
The flying sword returned like a swallow, transforming into a cold crescent moon that fell from the sky like a flying blade, forcibly cutting off the sword intent that was like a dragnet, and creating a swirling sharp blade to slash towards March 7.
A flash of panic flashed across San Yue Qi's eyes. It was obvious that he had not expected Yan Qing to forcibly create a flaw in such a way that could break all the laws with one force.
As the sword was retracted, San Yue Qi turned around and struck back, but he was still a beat too late. When the crescent moon fell, the afterimage of the sword that had not been retracted condensed into transparent ice crystal petals that floated down.
"We lost," Sanyueqi scratched his head and accepted his defeat with a smile, "We are still far behind. Brother Yanqing is worthy of being the general's disciple."
Yan Qing remained silent for a long time without saying a word, his right hand holding the flying sword trembling slightly. He knew that if San Yueqi had not practiced sword for too short a time and his basic skills were not solid, the sword he had just struck would not have been able to break the net, and naturally he would not have been able to stop the last sword that had not been struck.
Like ice and flame, stunning and full of vitality, it is like a dance of light and shadow, making people immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.
"March 7th...Tian, you are a true genius," Yun Li's little mouth opened and never closed. Originally thought it was a one-sided battle, who could have thought it would be so exciting.
If Yun Li had not been able to easily see that San Yueqi had absolutely no basic skills, she would have even thought that she was a swordsmanship expert who had popped out from nowhere. This was truly too shocking.
Yun Li, who always speaks very impolitely, couldn't help but feel surprised after seeing San Yueqi's sword intent. She seriously suspected that when she changed clothes just now, San Yueqi not only changed clothes, but also exchanged souls with An Ming. Now the person in San Yueqi's body is actually An Ming, the nameless sword master of Yuque!
Only in this way can it be explained clearly!
"Eh? Me?" San Yueqi blinked in disbelief and pointed at her face with her right finger. Could it be that she was really the swordsmanship genius chosen by Lan? !
Although Yan Qing and Yun Li have always been at odds, he rarely agrees with her on this point.
"That's right, Sanyueqi. All you lack is some basic skills, so I think you should practice first—"
"footwork."
"Exert your strength."
"?"
Yan Qing and Yun Li spoke in unison, and then glared at each other fiercely, meaning, "Can you teach your apprentice?"
"San Yue Qi's sword power is so condensed. If he had practiced basic strength, he would have chopped your soft flying sword into pieces with one sword long ago," Yun Li curled her lips, obviously not optimistic about Yan Qing's footwork training approach, "You yourself relied on brute force to break the sword power, and now you want to practice footwork?"
"Such exquisite sword skills naturally need to be combined with agile footwork in order to flexibly use sword moves in complex combat situations."
Yan Qing was really speechless about Yun Li. Why did it seem like their ideas were always opposite? Anyway, they just couldn't think the same way.
This guy really annoyed Yan Qing, but there was nothing he could do. He could only wait until the day of the martial arts ceremony to have the duel.
"Masters, I have an idea!"
Sanyueqi appeared in the middle of the two men who were full of tension. She cleared her throat and said, "I think we can have the best of both worlds! We can practice our footwork and power at the same time."
Yanqing & Yunli: “?”
Both of them were silent for a few seconds, and then ten minutes later.
With a huge rock on her head, March 7 started today's special training plan on the plum blossom pile. Ms. March began to regret her proposal just now. This special training was not prepared for humans at all!
"Sink your knees three inches more!" This was Yun Li's instruction, and she used her sword to help San Yue Qi adjust his posture which was on the verge of collapse.
"When you land, you should be like a wild goose skimming the water. Don't let yourself get distracted."
Yan Qing stood on the other side and had equally strict requirements on San Yueqi's footwork.
The words of these two persons came like a death warrant, causing the huge rock above March Seven's head to shake and almost fall down. He could only stretch out his arms tremblingly to keep his balance, as if he was cosplaying the leap of faith of a famous assassin master.
It was not until this moment that San Yueqi finally realized how deep the hole she had dug was - the qinggan rock moved by Yunli was twice wider than her head, and the distance between the piles adjusted by Yanqing was enough to make Gui Naifen fall into silence.
With bared teeth, San Yueqi looked at An Ming for help. The pitiful beautiful girl now looked like a hard laborer. The only good news was that her pointed head was flattened by the boulder.
San Yueqi feels that he can go out right now and perform the fairy boat acrobatics with Gui Naifen, and he can crush rocks with his chest without even blinking.
This plum blossom pile is not suitable for people to walk on at all. Before the fully automatic plum blossom pile is invented, she wants to invent the fully automatic March 7th first.
Basically, it would take less than half a minute for San Yue Qi to fall down, and then fight again and fall again, until after thirty-seven minutes, he would finally sit on the ground panting and could not get up no matter what.
"Please, please spare us!"
There were dense beads of sweat on San Yueqi's neck, and the hair on his forehead was stuck to his forehead. He felt as weak as if he had been sick for a whole day and night.
If she practiced like this every day, wouldn't she no longer have the energy to fight for the opportunity to sleep with An Ming at night? Even if she could sleep together, she would probably sleep like a pig until the afternoon, and would be too tired to do anything.