In the early morning of the next day, Jing Yue's first class at the academy was ushered in.
He took the small Canglan sword and went all the way to the dojo. There is a stone tablet at the entrance of the dojo, with the four characters of constellation and kendo inscribed on it.
At this time, there were already forty or fifty disciples in the dojo. Jingyue calculated that there would be sixty or seventy disciples in the end.
When those disciples saw Jing Yue, they were silent for a while, their expressions were rather strange. Although the classmates of Jiutian Academy, regardless of their seniority, everyone knows that he is the ancestor of the Cold Cloud Sect—a person they can only look up to outside the Jiutian Academy, so they are a little uncertain about how to approach him, for fear of offending him. he.
"Hello everyone."
Jing Yue was the first to say hello and found an empty futon to sit down.
"Hello, Jing, Jing." The disciples replied cautiously.
"Pfft..." Jing Yue knew that they were worried, and said, "Don't be so cautious, since we are classmates, call me Ajing."
Suddenly, the academy rang a crisp and sweet bell, and immediately, a dark blue figure came with a sword.
The dojo was immediately silent, and all the disciples quickly sat down.
Jing Yue noticed that many people's eyes were burning, as if there was a fire in their eyes, wildly burning towards Qin Yanzhi in front of him, making him feel a chill.
He raised his eyes again, but met Qin Yanzhi's eyes, Jingyue smiled at him, Qin Yanzhi nodded slightly and then staggered his gaze, saying, "I am Qin Yanzhi, and Zhenren Yan returned to the sect due to some business. During this time, I will be your kendo instructor on his behalf."
Although the disciples had already inquired about it, they could not hide their excitement after being confirmed by Qin Yanzhi at this time.
Qin Yanzhi: "I don't care where you come from or what your identity is. You can't have any objections when I teach. Whatever I ask you to do, you can do what you want. If you don't want to, or your attitude is perfunctory, then you don't have to come again."
"Yes!"
The disciples straightened their waists and looked solemn.
Qin Yanzhi glanced at Jing Yue deliberately, and seeing that he listened to his words very seriously, his eyes were as clear as a spring, and there was no pretense of an ancestor at all, and he nodded secretly in his heart.
"I know that your kendo talents are not bad, but now, I need you to forget what you have learned before."
After saying that, Qin Yan waved his sleeve robe.
Jing Yue felt that the world was spinning for a while, and his eyes became pitch black, and there was no spiritual energy around him, and then there was a constant vibration. He knew that he was caught in the universe in his sleeves.
"… "
It seemed that after only a moment, he was thrown out again, and he almost fell to the ground by accident.
Jing Yue stabilized his body and saw many people get up from the ground. There was no resentment in his eyes. Instead, he showed a sense of honor of "I'm in Zhenjun Qin's sleeve".
He saw that behind Qin Yanzhi was a wooden building with a plaque above the main entrance of the building with the words "Hangjian Pavilion" written on it. It turned out that they had arrived at the Cangjian Pavilion of Jiutian Academy.
Qin Yan stood with his hands behind his back, and said solemnly, "Today's first lesson is to know the sword."
All the disciples including Jingyue were stunned for a moment, do you know swords? What's the meaning? They don't even know the sword
Although everyone had a lot of doubts in their hearts, since Qin Yanzhi had said something first, no one questioned it.
Qin Yanzhi: "There are more than billions and billions of swords in the world? Even a great power in the tribulation period can hardly know all swords, but if you don't know swords, you are not enough to talk about swords. I don't ask you to know every kind of sword in the world, but the academy hides swords. All are representative, when you can recognize every sword in the sword pavilion, including their name, size, material, origin, matching exercises, etc., we will discuss the next step."
Everyone looked at each other, many people wanted to ask questions, but they were all held back by Qin Yanzhi's intimidation.
Jingyue was not afraid. Qin Yanzhi only said that he couldn't have any objections, but he didn't say that he couldn't ask questions, so he said, "Qin Zhenjun, how many swords are in the bookstore?"
"Thirty-four thousand seven hundred and fifty-six."
All the disciples breathed a sigh of relief. The number was very small. People in the Foundation Establishment period could almost never forget them. More than 30,000 swords were memorized in one day.
But Jingyue didn't think it was so simple. I wonder if it was his illusion. He felt that Qin Yanzhi smiled lightly when he answered, but when he looked closely, he couldn't see anything.
"I'll give you one year. This year's kendo assessment is to know the sword. Remember, you can only know, not try."
Qin Yanzhi waved his sleeves again, and everyone only felt a strong push, and many people stumbled and fell into the sword pavilion.
"boom-"
There was the sound of the heavy wooden door closing in his ears, and Jing Yue fell into darkness again.
Although the monks in the Foundation Establishment period had night vision, they still lit the candlesticks arranged neatly on both sides of the sword pavilion.
Rows of wooden frames extend to the end of the lights, with no end in sight. Each wooden frame is nine stories high, and there is a sword box on each layer, and there is naturally a sword in the box.
The sword in the pavilion is so strong that it makes people feel quite stressed. You look at me, I look at you, but you don't make a sound.
After a while, someone randomly took a sword from a nearby shelf, observed it, and said, "There's nothing on this sword?" He carefully groped for the sword case again, "There's nothing on the sword case, so how do I know its name? Not to mention the origin? As for the exercises, how can I guess without letting me try the sword? Only the material and size can be scrutinized.”
"Yes, I don't have it on this sword either."
"Neither mine!"
Everyone was confused, and some people said: "How do you know the sword like this? No wonder you give us a year, isn't this embarrassing?"
"The door is not locked, if you feel embarrassed, get out!"
When Jing Yue saw it, the person who choked seemed to be a disciple of the Wan Ming Sword Sect, and the other members of that person also looked bad. They have natural trust and admiration for Qin Yanzhi, and they will not frown if Qin Zhenjun asks them to die. Therefore, they heard someone questioning Qin Yanzhi, and they were instinctively angry.
"What did you say? Come and admit it if you have the ability!"
"Although I don't know the method, I know that Qin Zhenjun will never aim at nothing, and he will never embarrass you in a boring way!"
"That's right, you are also worthy?" Several other disciples of Wan Ming Sword Sect angrily agreed.
Seeing that the atmosphere was going to be bad, Jing Yue quickly stopped him and said, "If it's just a simple recitation, I don't think Zhenjun Qin would have taken so much trouble and gave us a one-year period. Since he asked, there must be other ways to do it. Knowing the sword, if we each find a sword to study first, it is better than imagining it here.”
The arguing people were still dissatisfied, but because of Jingyue's face, they all held back their temper and dispersed.
Jing Yue walked to a wooden frame and took out the long sword from the sword box on the first floor.
The sword was dark blue, and the blade had an uneven pattern, but a little red suddenly appeared at the end of the pattern, like a drop of blood. This sword is about fifteen inches long and one and a half inches wide. The blade is heavy and extremely sharp. Jing Yue stroked it gently and speculated that the refining material should be tin or copper, but the rest of the properties were unknown.
He looked up and saw that some cultivators from Jianzong were sitting cross-legged with their swords in their hands, closing their eyes as if meditating. Jingyue knew that this was a way to communicate with the sword and followed suit.
Soon, he felt that he had a mysterious connection with the sword, and it seemed that he could hear the sound of the sword, but in a blink of an eye, the sound of the sword turned into a whistling wind.
In the vast desert, a man walked slowly. He looked to be in his forties, and his face was covered with scratches from the wind and frost. He carried a long sword on his back, and his figure looked a little distorted under the heat.
Behind him is a string of long footprints, and in front of him are more than a dozen masked men holding weapons.
The man drew out his long sword, the blade was black and blue, which brought a hint of coolness under the scorching sun.
This sword is a killing sword, and today, it will drink blood again.
Yellow sand filled the sky, blood splashed everywhere.
When the heaven and the earth return to tranquility, the corpses will be broken up in the desert.
The man knelt down on one knee, bleeding from his nose and mouth, and nothing on his body was intact.
"Junior sister, look, they are all dead."
No one around, I don't know who he is talking to
The blood and water spread and invaded the desert little by little. Wherever it passed, the yellow sand turned into blue slate.
Only a loud bang was heard, and the door with the plaque of the Liu residence was torn apart.
Still a talented man, just much younger.
He rushed into the room and came to a young woman in pink. The young woman had a dagger stuck in her abdomen and fell into a pool of blood. The man gently lifted her up and said in a trembling voice, "Junior sister..."
The young woman opened her eyes with difficulty, her lips moved slightly, "Master... brother... come..."
Then, there was no breath.
"Junior Sister!!!" The man raised his head and screamed, with hatred in his eyes.
There was blood in the eyes, and the red turned into red silk and red lanterns. The suona sounded from far to near, and a happy sedan was carried into the Liu residence. The man in his early twenties leaned against the back wall of Liu's house, listening to the bridesmaids in the house chanting, his eyes were full of bitterness.
He murmured: "Junior sister, may you and Liu Gongzi grow old together and love each other for a lifetime."
The field of vision changed again, and was replaced by a quiet mountain forest. The woman in pink walked slowly out of the forest with a basket of fruits. The man outside the Liu residence turned into a boy of fifteen or sixteen. Excitedly: "Junior sister! I succeeded! I can forge a sword!"
The pink-clothed woman smiled, "Senior brother is really amazing."
"Of course!"
"Senior brother will definitely refine the strongest sword and become the strongest swordsman in the world."
The teenager scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and then said firmly: "Yeah!"
The gaze he looked at the woman was full of affection.
The mountains and forests behind them are gradually withering and yellowing, and the frost gradually becomes heavier, and time has gone backwards by an unknown number of years.
The boy was reduced to a child again. He held a wooden sword in his hand and shouted to the sky: "I, Wang Xiao, will definitely be the most powerful swordsman and the most powerful swordsman in the future."
The girl in pink clapped and smiled: "Senior brother is awesome!"
The boy pouted and asked, "What's your name, new here?"
"My name is Zhusha."
At the same time, a low and hoarse voice sounded in Jing Yue's consciousness. He saw in a trance that the middle-aged man took out a black-green long sword from the furnace. The sword was a little red, and it was the blood of the man's heart.
"From today onwards, you are called Zhu Sha."
At that moment, Jing Yue noticed the joy of the sword in his hand, he slowly opened his eyes, and heard the bell in the morning again.
The door of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion was suddenly opened, and the light from the outside filtered in, reflecting a slender shadow.
Qin Yanzhi stood against the light and said lightly: "This is the end of today, and I will wait here tomorrow."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Jing Yue was stunned for a while, then turned to look at the people beside him, who were either at a loss, confused, or gained something.
With a slight smile, he solemnly put the killing sword into the sword box, looked at the setting sun outside the door, and thought that a day had passed.