When he first saw that the black-clothed man's sword moves contained formations, Gu Pinglin couldn't help but look at him carefully and found him somewhat familiar.
This person was tall and thin, his face was disguised, his eyes were dark and bright, and he should be young. Judging from his cultivation, he was at most in the Qi Refining Realm. As for swordsmanship - if Feng Jian Twelve had received a point of the Sword King Pavilion's true teachings, he didn't even have half a point.
However, Gu Pinglin soon discovered that he acted very cautiously and his timing was extremely clever.
This is interesting.
His cautious move showed that he was thoughtful; his clever timing showed that he reacted very quickly - he discovered the weakness in Yang Zhao's swordsmanship and wanted to seize the opportunity to counterattack, but he was not strong enough and became a burden to Feng Jian Twelve.
His sword moves were extremely skillful, which must have been the result of day and night of hard practice, but his moves were extremely stereotyped. The slow speed and lack of spiritual energy were secondary. The most important thing was that he lacked the intuition to draw the sword, and real sword practitioners rarely made moves consciously during battle.
The talent for kendo was once something that I envied but could not obtain.
Gu Pinglin curved his lower lip.
Under normal circumstances, this person should have practiced magic, formations or alchemy instead of swordsmanship, but he was smart and aware of his own shortcomings. He probably saw his own formation and sword skills through the cloud mirror, so he made this attempt. It was rare for him to be able to integrate formation techniques into sword moves in just one day.
However, because of my competitive spirit, I pondered day and night and spent a lot of effort to come up with the idea of using formations to supplement swordsmanship. I was not able to completely perfect it until my death. The art of formations and swordsmanship almost integrated my life's efforts, so how could it be so easy to learn.
Gu Pinglin raised his eyebrows happily and continued reading.
As expected, the man in black attacked several times, but was easily defeated by Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao sneered and said, "Your family's swordsmanship is okay, but you don't study hard and instead learn something inferior. The formation is not a formation, and the sword is not a sword. It just makes you laugh. I will let you see what the authentic swordsmanship is today!"
Three flying swords came out at the same time, and the sword shadows were like blooming orchids. This was the famous move of the Feijian Palace "Youlan Out of the Valley".
The man in black and Feng Jian Twelve were indeed defeated and both retreated.
"What Sword King Pavilion!" Yang Zhao laughed, "I think you should go back and ask your Pavilion Master to remove the word 'King', so as to avoid embarrassment!"
Hearing him humiliating the Sword King Pavilion, Feng Jian Twelve said coldly: "Your Excellency, be careful with your words."
Yang Zhao said: "Since your swordsmanship is not as good as Feijian Palace, how dare you call yourself the Sword King!"
The man in black was very calm. He stopped Feng Jian Twelve and said, "We are just small soldiers in the pavilion. We are lucky to be taught by the master disciple of Feijian Palace. But it is a joke to ask Jianwang Pavilion to change its name just because of the defeat of small soldiers like us. I think Feijian Palace doesn't have such rules. I hope you can forgive me."
Hearing this voice, Gu Pinglin laughed.
No wonder he looked familiar. It turned out that he was the sedan bearer who spoke on behalf of the Sword King Pavilion Master at the discussion meeting. It was only because I knew in advance that the Sword King Pavilion would change its appearance that I did not pay much attention to his appearance at the time, so I only remembered him when I heard his voice. With his cultivation level, he could not climb the Cloud Cliff at all. It was the Pavilion Master who took him up.
What can the Sword King Pavilion Master do...
Gu Pinglin's expression became solemn, and a trace of worry flashed through his mind for no reason.
Yang Zhao blushed upon hearing this. He knew he couldn't admit that he had to change the name of the other sect just because he defeated two young disciples. After holding it in for a long while, he sneered and said, "Well, I'll go ask your Pavilion Master for advice some other day..."
Before he finished speaking -
"Why bother? I'll just come and learn from you."
Suddenly, a rain of golden swords fell from the sky!
The rain of swords came one after another, covering the sky and the earth, with a magnificent momentum. Yang Zhao was surprised by the attack and hurriedly controlled five flying swords to block it.
Five huge crabapple flowers bloomed, blocking the rain of swords.
After several loud noises, Yang Zhao stepped back two feet and stood still. At the same time, a figure descended from the air.
"It's you?" Yang Zhao was surprised.
Feng Jian Twelve and the men in black breathed a sigh of relief and bowed to the newcomer: "Master Yun Jian!"
The simple blue sword sleeves could not hide his tall figure and high-spirited posture. The man was clearly the sedan bearer who called himself "Cloud Sword Master" at the discussion meeting. As the Sword Master of the Sword King Pavilion, he publicly despised the Sword King Pavilion's swordsmanship, which was enough to leave a deep impression on people.
Moreover, this temperament...
Gu Pinglin smiled.
“Thank you.” Master Yun Jian landed on the ground and stood still, with his hands behind his back and his face raised. His demeanor naturally revealed nobility and pride.
This kind of pride is different from Yang Zhao's. Most of the disciples of Feijian Palace are arrogant. Yang Zhao was born in an ordinary family and endured his life when he first entered the sect. Being noticed by Yu Wuxue was like a step to heaven. However, this person was born in a famous family, was highly valued, and was treated like a star by everyone. He also received a strict education, so his arrogance was always restricted by etiquette. He was not as unscrupulous as Yang Zhao, but made people feel that it was natural.
A black, ancient spiritual sword circled beside him and flew away.
Yang Zhao looked behind him.
At some point, a man in white appeared on the open space. He was about the same size as Master Yun Jian. Although he had changed his appearance, his overly tall nose was still obvious, and he looked a little dull. He was the sedan bearer who stayed with Master Yun Jian at the discussion meeting.
Feng Jian Twelve and the man in black went up to pay their respects, but were stopped by him.
"What's your name?" Yang Zhao quickly calmed down. He seemed to be at a disadvantage in the previous round, but in fact, the opponent had the upper hand and he did not lose.
"Sword King Pavilion, Sword Master Yun Jian," said Sword Master Yun Jian, "You can just call him Sword Master Yun Jian."
The arrogant met an even more arrogant one. Seeing that he refused to give his real name, Yang Zhao's face turned a little unhappy: "You two can come together?"
"I am alone, one move is enough." Yun Jianzhu said nothing more, and pointed, pinching the tip of the black long sword. In an instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was attracted, gathering from all directions, forming a dozen air vortexes around him.
Yang Zhao said proudly: "Okay, one move will decide the outcome!"
After all, he was the heir of Feijian Palace, so he put away his carelessness and focused on the battle.
The vortices of airflow grew larger and larger, and in the blink of an eye, they engulfed the Cloud Sword Master. However, with a sound of sword chirping, a dozen vortices suddenly merged into one, falling to the ground and disappearing. Then, the ground within a radius of ten feet collapsed, large pieces of earth and rocks were uncovered, and a sword dragon emerged from the ground, with sword energy bursting into the sky. This was actually a move of earth sword!
At the same time, Yang Zhao also drew his sword.
The five flying swords stirred up the sword energy, forming a huge plum blossom shadow, which covered the sky. He probably saw that the opponent was not weak, so he did not dare to hold back his strength and used the famous move of the Feijian Palace, "Sparse Flowers and Soul-Breaking".
The big moves collided, making a loud noise, scattering sand and gravel, and breaking down the grass and trees. Gu Pinglin protected the big tree in front of him in time, so he didn't expose his body. The man in white had already dodged with Feng Jian Twelve and the man in black.
The sword light disappeared, and in the dust and shadow, the two men retreated several feet quickly and stopped almost at the same time.
"Impossible!" Yang Zhao lost his voice, "What is the name of this move?"
It's no wonder. The two have similar cultivation levels, but Feijian Palace is known as the number one sword school in the world of cultivation, and he is Yu Wuxue's most valued disciple, having inherited the Feijian Palace's supreme skills. It's rare to find someone who can tie with him in swordsmanship alone.
Master Yun Jian seemed to be in a good mood, and simply cupped his hands: "It's hard to tell who's better between you and me, so we're even, the Feijian Palace is worthy of its reputation!"
Yang Zhao's face turned even uglier. As the authentic descendant of the No. 1 sword school, losing to others in terms of cultivation was nothing. To be tied with others in swordsmanship was simply the greatest shame in life. In his opinion, the words "well-deserved reputation" were more like irony.
"Just one move!" His face was livid as he repeated the sword moves, "In the way of swordsmanship, there is only superiority and inferiority, not a draw. Come on!"
Master Yun Jian raised his eyebrows and was about to respond when the man in white suddenly came up and grabbed him, slowly shook his head, and looked into the distance.
The noise is too loud, someone will come here soon.
Master Yun Jian hesitated: "One more move..."
"The sound of the black bird has shaken the palace!" Yang Zhao on the opposite side suddenly remembered something and interrupted him, "It must be the Northern Qi clan's Chaoge Sword Art, right? The Qi clan's patriarch once used this move, but unfortunately was defeated by our clan's elder Wei. No wonder it looks so familiar!"
"It doesn't matter," Yun Jianzhu interrupted him immediately, "This move is called 'Phoenix Out of Qishan'."
Yang Zhao was surprised and suspicious: "The sound of the black bird cannot defeat my 'Sparse Flower Soul-breaking', but your move is 50% similar to it..."
"The sound of the black bird cannot defeat your sect's unique skills, but my Fengming Qishan can," said the Cloud Sword Master. "Your sect's 'The Fall of the Laurel' is similar to the Xuanming sect's 'Boundless Magic'. Could it be that it also comes from it?"
Yang Zhao immediately sneered: "How can the inferior tactics of the Xuanming Sect be compared with the unique skills of the Feijian Palace!"
"Well, goodbye," Master Yun Jian seemed eager to leave and bowed hastily, "See you another day."
The black sword flew back, and he pushed the hilt casually, and the sword flew into the scabbard on the back of the man in white. It turned out that this sword was not his.
"Thank you for borrowing it." said Master Yun Jian.
The man in white pursed his lips, turned around and said to Feng Jian Twelve and the man in black, "Go back."
Feng Jian Twelve agreed respectfully. A look of envy flashed in the eyes of the man in black. He lowered his eyes and followed him.
Hearing voices in the distance, Yang Zhao didn't want to cause trouble, so he flew away in a hurry.
As a great family in the Northern Cultivation World, the Qi family's palace was very grand, and there were many disciples patrolling around. Gu Pinglin did not approach, but waited by a large rock not far away. Not long after, a group of people walked out of the palace, the first of which was a woman in gorgeous clothes, supported by a young man in brocade clothes. The young man in brocade clothes had a broad forehead and a square face, and his eyebrows and eyes were very similar to those of the head of the Duan family, Duan Pin, who was his son Duan Qinghou. The woman was Qi, the current mistress of the Duan family.
The two turned around and said goodbye to Qi Zhen and his group, then left under the escort of several disciples.
Not long after, Gu Pinglin heard footsteps behind him and turned around: "Eighth Master, how are you?"
"Master Gu," Duan Qinghou frowned slightly, then he calmed down and smiled, "It's been many years since we last met. I wonder why Master Gu is looking for me today?"
Gu Pinglin got straight to the point: "I came to you to confirm something."
Duan Qinghou asked: "What's the matter?"
Gu Pinglin asked, "The body we found at the foot of the Purple Cliff in Penglai, was it really him?"
He suddenly mentioned this matter, and Duan Qinghou was stunned for a moment before he reacted, his face a little strange: "I remember that Master Gu personally expelled him from the Lingxin Sect. Now he is gone, and you asked about it again..."
Gu Pinglin interrupted him: "I doubt he is still alive."
"Impossible!" Duan Qinghou's expression changed and he shook his head. "He was seriously injured at the time and was hit by my father. I saw the body with my own eyes. My father and the elders have all confirmed it. It can't be fake."
Gu Pinglin said, "Your brother is proficient in medicine. It is not difficult for him to change a person's appearance. Besides, a corpse that has been soaked in seawater for many days will always make people overlook some details."
Duan Qinghou's eyes flashed: "Master Gu suddenly asked about this matter, there must be a reason, right?"
Gu Pinglin said: "I met someone who was very similar to him."
Duan Qinghou heaved a sigh of relief: "There are many similar people in the world. Even if we admit our mistakes, it will take time to find a replacement. It's impossible that he knew in advance that he would die, so he specially prepared a corpse?"
Gu Pinglin was silent for a moment, then said, "This is not impossible."
"Excuse me, you are overthinking it," Duan Qinghou said with a smile, "If he is still alive, why doesn't he come back for revenge? No matter who has experienced this, it will not be easy to let it go. Those who surrounded and killed him back then are still alive and well."
Gu Pinglin remained silent.
This is true according to common sense, but that is Duan Qingming, and his idea itself is contrary to common sense.
However, even if Duan Qingming was not interested in seeking revenge on others, could he really let go of his exploitation and conspiracy
Gu Pinglin breathed a sigh of relief and finally nodded: "Maybe, I'm overthinking it." From the appearance of Feng Jian Twelve to the appearance of the Sword King Pavilion Master, he had been affected unknowingly.
Duan Qinghou looked at him and said meaningfully: "Master Gu seems to be worried? Could it be that the incident back then... "
"It's disappointment." Facing the low-level temptation, Gu Pinglin laughed twice, "After all, he was once my senior brother. I had no choice but to expel him from the Lingxin Sect, but I always held a glimmer of hope in my heart, hoping that he was still alive."
Duan Qinghou was suspicious: "Really?"
Gu Pinglin raised his eyebrows: "Of course, brothers and fathers and sons can do this, let alone we are just brothers in the same sect. No wonder you doubt my sincerity."
"That's wrong," Duan Qinghou said immediately, "As a son of the Duan family, I should have considered the family. My father risked his life to save him, but he refused to hand over his skills and swordsmanship. My father lost his way in a moment of desperation, and was very sad and guilty afterwards. I have missed him day and night for many years. As for me, of course I also hope that my brother is alive."
Gu Pinglin high-fived: "The love between father and son, and the love between brothers, is admirable."
Duan Qinghou smiled and said, "Master Gu is also a man of great loyalty and righteousness. If there is nothing else, I will take my leave."
"please."
"Master Gu, please."
After Duan Qinghou left, Gu Pinglin restrained his expression and was distracted for a while in the twilight before turning back to Lingxin Sect. As soon as he arrived in front of the small palace, he met Gan Li, Bu Shuihan, Jiang Wu, Yan Feixiu and a group of people walking out of the door, and Gu Pinglin stopped immediately.
Everyone was delighted to see him. Gan Li breathed a sigh of relief: "It's good that Master is back."
"What are you so nervous about?" Gu Pinglin asked.
"Something happened at the Wei family!" Without waiting for Gan Li to reply, Wan Lai hurriedly explained, "The third wife of the Wei family died under the Yinlan swordsmanship. The Wei family found Master Li. They heard rumors from somewhere that Master Lan was the orphan of the demon. Now it has alarmed all the major sects. I'm afraid it's not good. I think Master has a close relationship with Master Li. We can't just stand by and watch, right?"
Gu Pinglin frowned.
It finally happened.