Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

Chapter 76: Flowers wither, flower embers fall [Please read and subscribe]

The autumn breeze on the Huai River brings vitality.

The lake is as quiet as a mirror, the sky is reflected in the water, and the golden sunlight shines on the lake, sparkling like a fairyland.

A wooden boat was docked at the shore. Ye Qian'an leaned on the boat, gently shaking the wine gourd in his hand.

Lin Xuezhu felt a little drowsy after drinking again. She sat at the bow of the boat, looking at the full moon in the water. Her snow-white feet gently pressed the crystal clear water.

The fish in the lake kept swimming under her body, biting Lin Xuezhu's feet from time to time, making Lin Xuezhu's face particularly hot.

Under the moonlight, Lin Xuezhu's skin was white and rosy. She had originally forgotten the taste of good wine, but seeing that her uncle liked it so much, she couldn't help but drink a few sips.

Although it tasted delicious on the lips and teeth, it was hot and burning when it went down the throat, which made her wonder why her uncle liked this kind of thing.

Lin Xuezhu's eyes were blurry, and he said drunkenly, "Uncle Master, you should also participate in the sect elders' assessment in half a year, right?"

Ye Qian'an nodded and sighed, "I had not originally thought about participating in the elders' assessment, but I had no choice but to participate because I couldn't resist my master."

“This time, my mother also registered a name for me, but Xuezhu knows that her cultivation is low, so it may be difficult for her to become a sect elder.”

Lin Xuezhu looked at her flushed face through the clear lake water and exhaled a deep breath of alcohol: "Xuezhu will cheer for you when the time comes."

"The world is still uncertain, why jump to conclusions so early?"

Ye Qian'an looked at Lin Xuezhu at the bow, sat up shakily, and said lightly: "This time the elders' competition will admit the top ten disciples. No one can say whether they will succeed."

Lin Xuezhu still had no confidence in this. The sect did have quite a few Nascent Soul disciples, but this time, when the sect elders selected them, even the veteran cultivators who had failed in the past would come out, so the chances of winning were extremely slim.

It can even be said that there is no possibility at all.

Ye Qian'an glanced at Lin Xuezhu's sad face, then jumped up, grabbed Lin Xuezhu, and landed steadily in the center of the lake.

Lin Xuezhu's toes gently dotted the surface of the lake, creating graceful ripples like blooming petals.

"We are both talented sword cultivators. Xuezhu, your sword is too violent. I have a technique that I will teach you today."

Ye Qian'an walked on the lake as if it were flat ground. He slid his fingers lightly across the sword and suddenly closed his eyes. After pondering for a moment, he swung the sword.

A burst of sword energy swept across the surface of the lake.

Ye Qian'an jumped up lightly and began to dance with the sword.

It looks extremely light, but if you look closely you can find that behind it, there are afterimages like ink paintings left behind.

"What a great swordsmanship!" Lin Xuezhu was stunned. The swordsmanship that Uncle Ye Qian'an was performing at this moment was very familiar, but it was also very different from the swordsmanship of their own sect. It was like the finishing touch, which was incredible.

The scenery before my eyes also changed from the original lush green to the ink-and-brush style of a landscape painting.

The moves are simpler and smoother, but more importantly, when Uncle Ye Qian'an dances with the sword, he is just as he said, free and unrestrained!
Suddenly, the river water that had been flowing slowly suddenly split in the middle! Water walls several feet high instantly formed on both sides! And they surged at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"I fly the sword in the sky, and travel the clouds to the eight directions of the sea. I drink wine across the sky, and I am the drunk immortal!"

Ye Qian'an raised his head and took a few big gulps of the liquor again. The clear liquor flowed down Ye Qian'an's neck and soaked his white Taoist robe.

Ye Qian'an's eyes were determined, and he swung the sword in his hand again in an unrestrained manner.

Where he swung the sword, a vacuum zone nearly ten feet wide appeared, instantly exposing the dry and messy riverbed.

Many unlucky fishes didn't know what was going on, and suddenly appeared in the air from the water, their eyes widened. This time it was not a rotten stick, but a genuine immortal sword. The sword's light was like a glimpse of a startled wild goose, cutting through the clouds and mist, revealing a brilliant golden light.

Ye Qian'an's shadow was lengthened little by little by the light. At this moment, the torn sky looked like a golden staircase, implying that the gate to the fairyland was ahead.

"Xuezhu, can you see clearly?"

Lin Xuezhu was so immersed in this incomparable sword technique that she had no time to answer Ye Qian'an's words.

Ye Qian'an suddenly pointed his sword toward the sky, and said with a hearty smile: "Hundreds of flowers wither, and the ashes fall."

The long sword fell.

A cool breeze blew by.

The flower trees on both sides of the lake swayed slightly under the sharp sword wind, and the petals flew and fell onto the lake. Ye Qian'an put away his sword and looked at Lin Xuezhu.

"The Xiuqing Sword Dance is a good dance, but it is too murderous. You are not in good health, so you should not dance it for long. This dance is called Sunset. When you dance, it is like the sun is overhead. It emphasizes gentleness and less murder. It will be good for you."

Ye Qian landed steadily beside Lin Xuezhu, handed the sword manual he had drawn to Lin Xuezhu, and said lightly: "Practicing this sword manual is enough for you to sweep across the entire East Lingnan Province."

"I once had an old friend named Ye Qingchen. If there is a chance in the future, I will get a treasure from him and give it to you."

Lin Xuezhu hugged the sword manual tightly in her hand and thanked him, "Thank you, uncle-master."

"Uncle Master, why is your sword so similar to the sword manual practiced by the sect, but also different? Why is that?"

"All martial arts in the world are formed from one lineage. It's just swordsmanship. If you glimpse one, you will get the second one. If you get the second one, you will see the whole picture."

Ye Qian'an drank two liang of wine, put one hand behind his back, walked forward steadily, and then said leisurely: "Practice diligently, it will be of great benefit to you."

"Thank you, uncle."

"Okay, it's getting late, I'll go back first."

Lin Xuezhu was about to speak, but found that Uncle Master Ye Qian'an had disappeared on the lake. Apart from some sword intent remaining in the air, there was only the sword manual that was still warm in his arms.

Lin Xuezhu bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, her eyes full of love, and lowered her head shyly.

"Snow Bamboo."

At this moment, a serious voice sounded behind him. Bai Yuling, the master of Xiaozhu Peak, appeared here at some point.

Lin Xuezhu immediately turned around, hid the sword manual behind her, and looked up at her mother, Bai Yuling.

Bai Yuling teleported in front of Lin Xuezhu and smelled the stench of alcohol on her body. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Have you been drinking again?"

"Mother...I just want to have a drink..."

Bai Yuling was about to raise her hand to teach Lin Xuezhu a lesson, but when she thought of how Ye Qian'an could improve his cultivation so quickly by drinking and having fun, she resisted the urge to teach her daughter a lesson.

"Was the sword intent just now caused by your uncle?"

"Yeah." Lin Xuezhu nodded obediently and answered with a firm expression: "Mother, Master Uncle's understanding of the sword is unmatched in the world!"

(End of this chapter)