i really have no talent

Chapter 5 Confucian Sword Slave
"You will be the top of the mountain, and you will see all the mountains and small ones at a glance."

"Good poetry! Good spirit! Good mind!"

Ye Wushuang and the others were intoxicated by the boundless beauty. Before they finished appreciating it, a reminder sound appeared in his mind, and at the same time, a hearty voice came from a distance.

After a while, a muscular figure appeared in front of the private room on the mountainside, followed by a thin young man in green clothes.

"Old man Wen Canghai, I just heard it out of interest, the voice is a bit louder, I'm rude, please forgive me..."

When Wen Canghai came closer, he realized that his howling just now had disturbed the elegant mood of the young people in front of him, so he immediately apologized.

Ye Wushuang turned around and responded with a salute with both hands, indicating that there was no problem.

Wen Canghai looked at Ye Wushuang for a while, and then said curiously in his heart: "Unexpectedly, at such a young age, my little brother actually has such a boldness in his chest, he will be the top of the mountain, and look at all the mountains...excellent!"

"However, is there still the first half of this verse? It's not smooth to read..."

Wen Canghai asked, staring at Ye Wushuang with scorching hot eyes.

"Of course there is a prequel."

"I don't know if this old man is lucky enough to hear this complete sung masterpiece?"

Wen Canghai saluted back again, the hotness in his eyes turned into a look of expectation, Ye Wushuang was a little embarrassed by his look, and didn't try to defend himself, standing where he was for a moment, and then slowly chanted.

"How about Mrs. Dai Zong, Qi Lu is still young.

Chong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut faintly.

Zeng Yun was born with a chest swing, and he decided to enter the home bird.

Will be the top of Ling Ling, overlooking the mountains and small mountains. "

Ye Wushuang chanted softly, and as soon as the words fell, everyone felt an unprecedented majestic scene appear in their minds.

This is especially true for Wen Canghai, who couldn't help being attracted by the majestic aura in the poem, his eyes became clear, and then widened, his expression fluctuated with the ups and downs of the poem.

In the end, there was still a sudden loud thunder, pulling everyone in the field out of the illusory scene of the poem.

The next moment, the sky was originally clear and cloudless, but the clouds gradually increased, changing from pure white to dark gray, and there were purple thunders flashing in the distance, and the sound of thunder was like a sea. fear.

Only Ye Wushuang, after reading the poem, seemed to feel the same feeling in his heart, his eyes returned to normal after a moment of contemplation, and then waited quietly for everyone in the field.

At this moment, Wen Canghai also retreated from that mysterious artistic conception, and then the majestic literary energy all over his body merged into his body from within three feet of his body, and the thunder in the sky also slowly dissipated. .

The people who were still immersed felt a sense of righteousness rushing towards their faces. The next moment, people's minds were calmed down, and their minds were even clearer. Afterwards, this feeling faded away like a tide.

"Shhhhh..."

The sound of the wind blowing the leaves and the fragrance of the pine trees brought everyone's minds back to reality.

"Hahaha, I really met my beloved today. This situation is really clear. Would you mind adding one more person? This old man is not in vain. I will taste this bottle of century-old wine with a few friends. , It is of great benefit to solidify the foundation of cultivation."

Ye Wushuang was stunned for a moment, then his face trembled, and he complained in his heart. When he came back to his senses, he made a gesture of invitation with his hand.

Wen Canghai naturally understood that he was being abrupt, suppressed all the thoughts in his heart, and at the same time restrained the escaping arrogance from himself, his face recovered, he straightened his Confucian robe, and let out a hearty smile. Laughter, ease the awkward atmosphere.

"Looking at Brother Ye like this, I'm afraid this is the first time he has visited Le Lake..."

"It is indeed the first time to visit Lehu, and I never thought that Chuzhou would still be in such a desperate situation."

"Haha, the world is so big, there are so many, come and drink..."

A snowflake was supported by the wind, and fell gently on the leaves and the ground, and the wind brought a slight chill, so Ye Wushuang closed the window.

Taking a sip of fine wine, the slightest hint of alcohol enters the throat, and a warm current rises from the belly, and then melts into the whole body with the breath.

Ye Wushuang felt it for a while. Old man Wen was right. For ordinary people, this hundred-year-old wine does have a solid foundation, but it has no effect on him. It can only be used to satisfy his appetite. Wugou still has some effect.

In this way, his attitude towards Wen Canghai improved a lot.

In the private room, after drinking a few glasses of wine, Ye Wushuang and the old Confucian Canghai, who was still somewhat unfamiliar in front of him, slowly chatted speculatively. Both of them could find the source, and in the end Ye Wushuang won half a point with a piece of Mo Jing.

The rest of the audience silently watched the two argue and discuss, not feeling bored, but listening with gusto.

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At this moment, on the Le Lake, a cruise ship is slowly crossing. The boatman shakes the oars and sings in his mouth. The wooden pulp rubs against the hull of the boat, making a creaking friction sound, and there is an inexplicable charm mixed in it. It makes people feel peaceful.

And on the front of the bow, stood a man wearing a black bucketpan and wearing black clothes with a sword. He had a thin figure, slender sword fingers, and an introverted and extraordinary temperament.

His gaze retracted from the bottom of the lake, and he looked up at the elegant room halfway up the mountain, as if he had met someone, so he came here.

When the boat was three zhang away from the foot of the mountain, he tapped his feet, and his whole body flew up like a light bird. His body was like a sword skimming a certain distance, and the next moment, he tapped his toes and landed on the water, and then stepped forward step by step. The waves move forward until they reach the shore. The whole process is short and smooth, like flowing clouds and water. It is very ornamental, and it also shocks people with the strength of the man in black.

The man in black held a three-foot sword and stepped up the stone steps step by step. His body revealed a seemingly invisible sword momentum. Every time he took a step forward, the momentum on his body became stronger, faintly concealed by the rocks. Combining as one is to gain momentum.

With the sword in his hand, he trembled even slightly, exuding a fierce aura, following his steps, restraining himself a little bit, hiding his edge in the sword.

When he reached the mountainside, the aura of the swordsman in black disappeared completely, and the sword in his hand gradually returned to calm, just like the rest of the tourists on the mountain road.

Gathering momentum to the peak, just waiting to be unsheathed.

The snowflakes fell on the ground and shattered into several petals. The air in the forest was a bit colder, but in the private room on the mountainside, the atmosphere became more lively.

Wen Canghai looked at Ye Wushuang now, not only admiring him, but a little more agreeing, and also shocked by his broad and profound knowledge accumulation.

His gaze subconsciously glanced at the young man in the green shirt behind him, and the intention to accept Ye Wushuang as his disciple had already arisen in his heart.

Just when he was about to ask, he seemed to feel something, frowned, said something to himself, then shook his head, only then remembered that he was invited here with someone, and he was so excited that he almost forgot the business.

An invisible aura came from the foot of the mountain, causing ripples in the air. Every tiny ripple in the air, in front of Wen Canghai, outlined a series of sword auras. Countless tiny ripples, like waves rippling in the air , outlined a dense network of swords, but the sword energy was blocked by Wen Canghai with a wave of his hand.

Wen Canghai sighed, and filled his glass with wine, knowing that this time it was inevitable.

After slowly getting up, he first finished talking with Ye Wushuang, then apologized, pressed down on the figure of the disciple in green shirt in front of him, and Wen Canghai slowly exited the private room again.

The young man in green shirt looked worried, and followed his steps closely, keeping a distance of more than ten feet behind his master.

In the mountains and forests, invisibly, two different auras have divided Leshan into two worlds in this cold winter.

Half of it is as cold as frost, and the skin is forced by sword energy, and the other half is as warm as the winter sun, and the dead wood is in spring.

"You're late..."

"You came early..."

In a short conversation, two people look at each other and know the meaning of each other's eyes, and the words are not speculative.

The two figures stepped out in one step, Wen Canghai's figure disappeared in place, and Jian Nu stepped sideways.

On the top of the clouds in Leshan, two figures, one black and one white, look at each other.

"Unexpectedly, in ten years, you have realized the way of the sword to such an extent..."

"Yeah, it's been ten years..."

The sword slave in black didn't make a move immediately, but stood where he was, with pure and flawless eyes, like a tool without emotion, stroking the long sword in his hand, and if there was no extra words, the long sword in the cloud moved, and the clouds around the two were blown away. Cut into two halves, the sharp sea-like sword energy approached the face.

Seeing this, Wen Canghai calmly turned his palm over, and there was something extra between his fingers. He let out a hearty laugh, and the tip of a jade pen faced the sword's edge.

The long sword in the hands of the black-clothed swordsman has been stored for a long time, and when he unsheathed it at this moment, it attracted the response of the mountain under his feet, and a thick and round momentum appeared.

Seeing this, Wen Canghai's expression became solemn, and he lightly tapped the tip of the jade pen in his hand, and a sharp aura that also contained the sharpness of a literati's pen also greeted the sword energy.

Between the statures, behind the two of them, a piece of cloud was cut and dissipated invisible.

In the private room in the middle of the mountain, Ye Wushuang teased Xiao Wugou, then looked at the young man in green shirt who was showing a nervous expression outside, and then turned his gaze to the top of the mountain.

"A great Confucianist, a slave of the fairy sword, very interesting..."

"I don't know how sharp this sword slave's sword energy is, or the Confucian master's pen is better..."

Ye Wushuang put down the wine glass, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of the camellia from Leshan. It tasted sweet, mellow and mellow, and had the effect of relieving hangover.

Then his eyes fell on the top of the mountain in front of him, carefully savoring the duel between the two extremely strong men, and different perceptions circulated in his heart.

"It's time to read this book and celebrate!"

Ye Wushuang also seemed a little excited to "watch" the confrontation between these two extremely strong men in the world. After all, it was the first time to face the duel between two absolute strong men, and it was very important to learn from their respective experiences. life-saving.

In Ye Wushuang's opinion, the Confucian method of cultivating righteousness and righteousness, as well as the fairy sword in the hands of the sword slave, are also rare and excellent things.

(End of this chapter)