"Since meeting is fate, parting should also be fate." Xie Yuling couldn't figure out what this scholar was up to. If he was from Shanglin Palace, he wouldn't have saved them last night. If he was really just a passerby, why did he reveal something strange about him? So she spoke with caution, "Then let's go our separate ways?"
The scholar smiled and said, "I walked all the way. Although I could see all the scenery along the way, I am still a little tired. Since you two have a carriage, I wonder if you can take me with you?"
"I'm afraid it's not on the way." Xie Yuling frowned slightly.
"Where are you going?" the scholar asked politely.
"Let's go to Daze Prefecture." Feng Zuojun spoke before Xie Yuling could answer.
"Then I will go to Daze Mansion too." The scholar nodded slightly.
Xie Yuling was startled, then he slightly turned sideways and pressed the hilt of the sword with his left hand: "It seems that this young master is determined to go with us."
"I'm here to see the sights of the world. I just go with the flow and take things as they come. If there's a car to Jimo, then I'll go to Jimo. If there's a boat to the south of the Yangtze River, then I'll take the boat. So if you go to Dazefu, then I'll go to Dazefu too. Yunmeng Daze is a place in the world that one must visit." The scholar said this as if it were a matter of course.
"We have important matters to attend to, so it is really inconvenient for us to travel with you." Xie Yuling said in a deep voice.
"What if I still insist on going with you?" The scholar looked at Xie Yuling, "Will you use your sword against me?"
"Who are you?" Xie Yuling shouted in a low voice.
"Then use your sword on me." The scholar still smiled faintly.
Xie Yuling felt a murderous aura suddenly rising in his heart. He did not have a strong hostility towards this scholar, but out of caution he did not dare to travel with such a person of unknown origin. He originally held the sword just for precaution and did not really want to draw the sword, but at this moment a voice kept repeating in his mind.
Kill him! Kill him!
"Use the sword against me!" the scholar suddenly emphasized.
"Ah!" Xie Yuling shouted angrily, instantly drew out the long sword from his waist, and stabbed the scholar.
"The Jiangnan Xie family, the Falling Flower Sword Technique. It's a good time." The scholar took out a jade flute that was originally inserted in his waist with his right hand, raised his hand and waved it lightly, and blocked Xie Yuling's sword. He shook his hand lightly again, and Xie Yuling retreated three steps. The scholar sighed softly, "The grace of a gentleman will be cut off after five generations. The Falling Flower Sword Technique in the past was so unrestrained and free, but now it is old-fashioned and no longer worthy of this name. No wonder Xie Kanhua didn't want to practice it."
"Who the hell are you!" Xie Yuling shouted angrily and stabbed the scholar with his sword again. This sword was the most deadly and difficult to learn move among the thirteen moves of the Falling Flower Sword Technique - Flower Ashes Falling. Although he was already a leader among Xie's scholars of this generation, he had not been able to fully master this move. But the sword he stabbed out now was absolutely complete and perfect. Xie Yuling even felt that this was the most perfect sword he had ever stabbed in his life.
He was pleasantly surprised, but more shocked. Given his current physical condition, this shouldn't have happened.
"The flowers are withering and the petals are falling. What a pity." The scholar put the jade flute back into his waist, suddenly took a step forward, and then came in front of Xie Yuling.
The two looked into each other's eyes, close to each other.
So... so fast. Xie Yuling exclaimed in her heart.
The scholar grasped Xie Yuling's hand, then gently pulled it down and took the sword into his own hand. He spun lightly, dancing a sword flower, and then leaped onto the mirror-like surface of the lake. Suddenly, he spun his body, slowly landed on the lake, stirring up layers of ripples.
"The Falling Flower Sword Technique of the Jiangnan Xie family should be like this." The scholar walked on the lake as if it were flat ground. His fingers gently slid across the sword, and then he suddenly closed his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he swung the sword.
Above the lake, a burst of sword energy flashed across.
The scholar jumped up lightly and began to dance with the sword.
"Falling Flower Sword Technique!" Xie Yuling was stunned. The scholar was practicing the Falling Flower Sword Technique of the Jiangnan Xie family at this time, but it was a little different from what he learned. The moves were simpler and smoother, but more importantly, when the scholar was dancing with the sword, he was really as he said, unrestrained and free!
"Did you see it clearly?" the scholar suddenly asked loudly.
Xie Yuling was so immersed in this amazing sword technique that she had no time to respond to the scholar's questions.
"The Xie family is gone, but fortunately the young man is teachable." The scholar suddenly pointed his sword toward the sky, "The flowers withered and the ashes fell."
The long sword fell.
A cool breeze blew by.
"Even if it is a sword that kills people, it should be beautiful." The flowers and trees on both sides of the lake swayed slightly after the clear sword wind, and the petals flew and fell on the lake. The scholar put away his sword and looked at Xie Yuling.
It took Xie Yuling a long time to recover from the sword blow: "Who are you? Why do you know the Falling Flower Sword Technique of our Xie family?"
"All martial arts in the world come from one source. It's just swordsmanship. If you get a glimpse of one, you'll get the second, and if you get the second, you'll see the whole picture." The scholar leaped to the side of Xie Yuling, stuck the long sword in his hand into the ground, then turned around and looked at Feng Zuojun, whose hand holding the sword was trembling slightly, "You, draw your sword."
Feng Zuojun's courage is second to none. Looking at the entire academy, no other disciple of this generation dares to claim to be the best. But this does not mean that he is really fearless. After seeing the man's swordsmanship just now, how could he dare to take action
But he still raised the knife and slashed it down.
A real strong wind blows and the clouds fly.
"You are quite good. Your swordsmanship has some influence of your father." The scholar stroked the long sword in his hand, "But how can a martial artist imitate others?"
Feng Zuojun was so surprised that even his bandage broke, and he could no longer feel the blood gushing out of his thigh. He had no idea how he had performed such a perfect Gale Style move, and how the knife had been snatched away by the scholar in front of him.
"The big wind style is about momentum. You do have some domineering aura, but it's like copying a cat, only getting the form but not the meaning. The so-called momentum is just a louder voice and a more arrogant aura? Too far away, too far away." The scholar stretched out a finger and flicked the blade lightly, "A person who practices swordsmanship, if he gets the momentum, should look down on the world."
The scholar turned around suddenly and slashed at the lake.
With a loud "bang", the entire lake was startled!
The blade of the long sword had been shattered, leaving only an empty hilt. The scholar shook his head and threw the hilt on the ground.
The lake water that was startled fell again and hit them like a rainstorm. The scholar took out the jade flute from his waist and waved it lightly. The lake water was blocked one foot away from him, while Feng Zuojun and Xie Yuling were soaked.
But they didn't feel anything.
Because he was still immersed in the sword intent that had not yet dissipated.