i really have no talent

Chapter 6 The Strong

The sword slave holds the sword, and Wen Canghai holds the pen, standing face to face. The two auras each occupy one side, and the energy between the two is competing with each other.

From the outside, they seem to be invisible and qualityless, but in fact, within the range covered by their respective bodies, there are incomparably sharp sword aura or pen aura that can be seen everywhere, which is extremely dangerous.

If ordinary people were in the middle of the two, they might have been obliterated on the spot by the messy and confrontational atmosphere.

Moreover, from Ye Wushuang's point of view, the blade of the immortal sword in the sword slave's hand was covered with a layer of hazy aura, which made him unable to see clearly the inner quality of the sword, and this aura blocked his peeping.

If it is forced, it will definitely intervene and disturb the duel between the two, so he can only suppress his curiosity, but he can't get started just by looking at it, which really makes him feel itchy.

Sipping hot tea, looking at the scenery of mountains and rivers outside the window, plus the moment when two peerless powerhouses fight against each other on the top of the mountain, these scenes merged into one scene, which made Ye Wushuang sigh, this trip is really worth it .

Not to mention the fairy sword wielding in the sword slave's hand, at this moment, under the tiny jade pen turned between Wen Canghai's fingers, Dao Dao's aura collided with the fairy sword's sword aura, but there was no sign of being at a disadvantage.

On this point, the Confucian literati's method of cultivating pen skills can be the best.

The mountains, the top of the clouds, and above the water layer, at this moment, have become the battlefield of two people. Between you and me, every figure and step has its merits, even with Ye Wushuang's From the point of view, the skills of these two people can be regarded as above-average level.

"Wen Canghai, I can't imagine that your pen skills have regressed after only ten years..."

A sword qi slashed down, and the wind and clouds rolled, and then, a wisp of black hair bumped up and down with the clouds and smoke, and fell at Wen Canghai's feet.

"It's no wonder foreign objects..."

Wen Canghai retorted that even if he lost a move, his emotions still did not fluctuate at all.

In the next moment, Wen Canghai's literary spirit, which is as deep as the ocean, surged from Wen Canghai's body, like pouring water from a pot, and all of it fell into the crystal jade pen in his hand.

"You can't stop my sword's edge, everything is just a futile struggle..."

Jian Nu's words were cold, the fairy sword in his hand was standing sideways in front of him, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, waiting for Wen Canghai's attack from the opposite side.

"You will never understand the sharpness of a pen in the hands of a literati. Even if there is no blade, it can kill people!"

Wen Canghai's expression was heroic, his whole body was full of literary energy, and the jade pen in his hand was constantly shining with light, as if he couldn't bear this ocean-like literary energy anymore.

"The Master said: What a joy it is to have friends come from afar!"

Wen Canghai's literary energy ceased, holding a jade pen, on top of the clouds, using heaven and earth as paper, and literary energy as ink, to write the words of the sage.

In an instant, the sky and the earth seemed to change color. The twelve large characters were connected in the sky, and cheers and joyful emotions rose up between the sky and the earth.

Just this one blow consumed all his literary energy accumulation. After executing the blow, his body became a little unstable.

However, the attacks of these words of the sage are not manifested in substance, but from the outside to the inside, imperceptibly affecting people's soul and will, which cannot be avoided.

Even the sword slave's cold sword-like eyes began to soften at this moment, and there was a hint of kindness in the eyes looking at Wen Canghai. The eyes were dull for a moment, and there were many memories that seemed to have been forgotten in his mind.

In the private room on the hillside, influenced by the words of the sage, the young man in green shirt who was still nervous at the moment also joined the discussion between Xiao Wugou and the servant girl, his expression calmed down, and there was a faint feeling in his words. The breath is pulling everyone, and the atmosphere becomes harmonious.

At the foot of the mountain, the tense expressions of the pedestrians who have traveled here are also relieved, and all of them are talking and laughing with joy.

In the whole mountain, Ye Wushuang was the only one who gently put away the painting fan in his hand, tapped his fingers lightly on the void in front of him, and a breath as light as air between his fingers was pushed away by him.

"The way of Confucianism, scholarly spirit, it seems that we should not underestimate it..."

Ye Wushuang whispered, looking at the two people who were still facing each other on the top of the mountain.

The sword slave had already cut off the shackles in his eyes that made him vulnerable, and his eyes became sharp again.

He thought that with a sword in his hand, he could cut off all the dust and smoke of the past, and the cause and effect would not be in his body.

But at this moment, he hesitated for a moment, and then his eyes were firm and emotionless, and he swung his sword again to cut off all the last mortal past.

However, his hand, holding the fairy sword, stopped three feet in front of him.

"Next time, I won't hold back anymore...Master..."

After the words fell, the sword slave put away the sword in his hand, and then stepped on the clouds step by step, leaving only a lonely background, and his figure disappeared into the wind and clouds.

On the other side, Wen Canghai also put away the jade pen in his hand, with a complex expression, hesitant to speak, and finally turned into a sigh, scattered between the sky and the earth.

"puff……"

Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wen Canghai's originally rosy face quickly turned pale and pale in the next moment, his figure became a bit bent, and more than a strand of hair on the top of his head turned white.

In the duel just now, he was first cut off by the sword slave with a strand of black hair, and he was restrained a little. The method of the soul awakened some of his memories, which made him hesitate.

With the sword slave's sword, he cut off the shackles of the sage's words, and also cut off that trace of memory. The past was even cut in his heart invisibly.

Witnessing this scene with his own eyes made Wen Canghai's emotions extremely complicated at the moment.

Falling down from the top of the cloud, stepping between the mountains and forests, another wisp of blood spit out from his mouth.

This time, the voice reached the ears of the young man in green shirt, and he didn't care about explaining to Ye Wushuang and the others, so he rushed out the door after apologizing.

Seeing the pale Wen Canghai, the young man in blue couldn't contain his emotions anymore.

"master……"

"It's okay, I can't die yet..."

"You guys, I was bothering you a lot before, but now you are being rude. If you have a chance in the future, you can go to the Kyoto Academy of Arts as a guest and say goodbye."

"Senior take care."

"........."

Ye Wushuang watched the master and apprentice leave, and he could feel that in Wen Canghai's body, a trace of unique sword energy stayed in it, entangled in his body, as if it had taken root, and would never go away.

Even Ye Wushuang himself may be powerless and difficult to remove.

This was the bond between the two of them, but no one else could interfere.

After Wen Canghai's master and apprentice left, Ye Wushuang and Xiao Wugou sat down, looked at the literati's calligraphy on Leshan, and set foot on the ancient sites, feasting their eyes on them. After refreshing their minds, the clouds in the sky gradually dimmed.

The battle between the sword slave and the great Confucian Confucianist Wen Canghai, Ye Wushuang benefited a lot from the unique artistic conception exuded by each of them. Recalling carefully in his mind, the previous entanglements between the two people may be constantly cut and reasoned. Still messed up.

"Rumble..."

The clouds are thick, thunder is rolling in the sky, and there is a mountain rain cloud spreading outwards in the distance, showing faint signs of increasing.

Tourists around Lehu stood among the pavilions, looking at the rain coming in the distance.

"Sir, have you set off?"

Ye Nan glanced at the sky and asked.

"Wait a minute, look at the rain. I'm afraid it won't stop for a while. Instead of walking in the rain, it's better to stay here and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the mountains surrounded by clouds and mist."

"Yes."

"Brother, this winter rain is really cold!"

"Be careful of catching a cold..."

Xiao Wugou stretched out his crystal clear hand, and a drop of rain just fell on the palm of his hand.

"Yes! As the saying goes, pigs and dogs will freeze to death in [-] to [-] times."

Ye Wushuang was moved by the scene, recalled some scenes from the previous life, rubbed Xiao Wugou's head with his hands lovingly, then closed the window to block the cold outside from entering the room.

In the private room, a servant had already brought the fire and other heating items, and a brand new silk fabric was spread on the floor to block the cold air under the feet.

"Let's stay here tonight and go to Chuzhou tomorrow!"

Ye Wushuang finished speaking with a smile, and Ye Nan beside him had already found the books he had brought with him, and Xiao Wugou's maid also started to make a bed and other items in another room.

Even though the experience points are too numerous to count, in the past ten years, Ye Wushuang has developed the habit of reading at any time. Whenever he has free time, he must take out the book and read it.

After reading the book three times, its meaning will be self-explanatory. Every time he reads the same book, he can comprehend different thoughts and wisdom from it, which he never had in his previous life.

In this life, he doesn't have to worry about making a living, maybe do what he wants to do and make his life more interesting. This is what he pursues.

Yunyan in the previous life, let him go, the peak of the strong, that is the scenery he pursued in the first life.

(End of this chapter)