Once upon a time there was a sword-questioner

Chapter 58

Many years ago, Li Shujiu, the owner of Duantian Pavilion, fought with Zhuo Qin, the elder of Yunjianzong. After Zhuo Qin was defeated, he gave Li Shujiu the sword Cangwu.

The two cherish each other, they are confidants, and this incident has become a good story in the martial arts world.

Cangwu Sword was on the list of divine weapons. Zhuo Qin gave it to others, which naturally aroused the dissatisfaction of the Yunjian Sect. However, due to Zhuo Qin's power and status, even the leader of the Yunjian Sect did not say anything.

But a year ago, Zhuo Qin was imprisoned by Yun Jianzong, and this matter was brought up again by someone with a heart.

Cangwu Sword must return to Yunjianzong and recognize a new owner.

The Duantian Pavilion's foundation is not as good as that of the Yunjian Sect, but it is also invited to the Dengyun Cave Conference this time. As the sword master of Cangwu, Ji Huan will inevitably run into people from the Yunjian Sect.

Especially that arrogant young man from the Yunjian sect, he is even more presumptuous, even Kunlun Mountain can provoke me, why are you afraid of your little Duantian Pavilion?

According to the regulations of the Dengyun Grotto Conference, each sect can send up to four disciples to participate, the level of which is not lower than that of Tengyun Zhongjing, and the age is not more than 23 years old.

Duantian Pavilion is led by an elder, and only three disciples meet the regulations, Ji Huan and two young disciples from Tengyun Zhongjing.

Lishan Courtyard occupies a huge area, one of which has a lake as emerald green as jade, inlaid on the mountainside, with pleasant scenery, it is the most popular place for disciples of all sects.

On the lakeside, Ji Huan and two other Duantian Pavilion disciples were talking about something, when four figures walked towards them.

The white cloud flying sword was embroidered on the blue clothes, and they were none other than Wu Qing from the Yunjian Sect.

Ji Huan frowned, sensing a trace of unkindness.

"Duantian Pavilion, Ji Huan?"

A proud and conceited young man from Yunjianzong glanced at Ji Huan with disdain on his face. This person was the one whose sleeve was cut off by Tang Ge before.

Ji Huan said: "It's me, who is Yun Jianzong?"

The boy said: "Yun Jianzong You Jichen."

Ji Huan clasped his fists and said, "It turns out to be Junior Brother You."

You Jichen sneered: "Don't call me so close, Yunjianzong has nothing to do with Duantian Pavilion!"

Ji Huan frowned and said, "Then what are you doing?"

You Jichen stretched out his hand and pointed at Ji Huan, then moved slightly upwards, and said, "Hand over Cangwu sword!"

What he pointed at was the sword behind Ji Huan.

Ji Huan said slightly angrily: "The Cangwu sword is the true inheritance of my mentor, and you must never use it on others!"

You Jichen took one step forward, and a cold aura suddenly surged around his body. He sneered and said, "True inheritance? The Cangwu Sword is originally the sword of Master Zhuo from my sect. When will it be your turn?"

There were many disciples from other sects around the lake, and when they saw the quarrel here, they all gathered around by coincidence.

The two Duantian Pavilion disciples following Ji Huan looked at the tough You Jichen and the Yunjian Sect disciples behind him, their expressions were slightly cold, but they did not dare to speak.

Ji Huan said: "Back then, Senior Zhuo had a competition with his mentor, and after he was defeated, he gave the Cangwu Sword to his mentor. Everyone knows about it."

You Jichen yelled coldly: "Who knows what despicable tricks your master has played, how could you lose to him with Master Zhuo's skills!"

Bang!
A strong breath shook from Ji Huan's body. He was dressed in hunting clothes. He stared at You Jichen and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency, please don't insult my teacher!"

Sunshine environment!
Those present were all top disciples from various sects. Naturally, they could see Ji Huan's realm, and their expressions became brighter at the moment.

You Jichen even took a few steps back, his expression darkened.

The three of Yunjianzong, especially Wu Qing frowned, their eyes flickering slightly.

Ji Huan was born in Duantian Pavilion, a second-rate sect, and he has such a cultivation level, which is comparable to the top disciples of all sects.

You Jichen suppressed his fear and shouted angrily, "How dare you disrespect me?"

Ji Huan looked at him indifferently, and said: "You insult my teacher, why should I respect you, let alone I am not the first one to disrespect you?"

You Jichen thought of something and became even more angry. He was humiliated by the people of Kunlun Mountain a few days ago, and now he is treated like this by a small disciple of Duantian Pavilion. He is a genius of Yunjianzong, how could he be willing to be humiliated ?
call out!
As the sword roared, You Jichen drew out the sword, the blade was cold, reflecting his angry face.

Ji Huan's eyes were slightly sharp, and he grasped his hand, and the Cangwu sword behind him roared out, its blade as jade-like as autumn water.

The sword energy was bitter, and a hurricane was rolled up, and ripples began to appear on the lake.

Many eyes fell on Cangwu sword with different expressions.

There was a chill in Wu Qing's eyes.

You Jichen had a faint intention of retreating.

The other two of Yun Jianzong wanted to step forward.

"What else can the Yunjian Sect's waste do besides cause trouble?"

There was a voice coming from behind the crowd, and You Jichen's face suddenly darkened.

Three figures passed through the crowd and walked over slowly, a man and a woman at the back were alright, and the young man in the front was arrogant, rivaling You Jichen.

"Wen Zhuo, do you want to die!"

When You Jichen saw the person coming, the anger in his chest reached its peak.

The three were Wen Zhuo, Wu Cangyu and Tantai Li from Kunlun Mountain.

Wen Zhuo cast a contemptuous glance at You Jichen, then ignored him directly, stood beside Ji Huan, cupped his fists and said solemnly, "Senior Brother Ji."

Ji Huan was taken aback for a moment, and immediately responded politely: "Junior Brother Wen."

Wu Cangyu also nodded at Ji Huan.

Tantai Li remained indifferent.

Wen Zhuo turned around, looked at You Jichen with cold eyes, glanced at Wu Qing and the others, and said loudly: "Anyone who dares to disrespect Brother Duantiange Ji will be an enemy of my Kunlun Mountain!"

There was a commotion in the crowd.

You Jichen snorted coldly and said, "Do you count?"

Wen Zhuo is the person with the lowest level among the few people in Kunlun Mountain, so You Jichen naturally doesn't like him.

"Forget it." Wu Cangyu said calmly.

Tantai Li remained silent, and when she noticed that several eyes were on her, she nodded slightly.

Wen Zhuo raised the corner of his mouth, looked at You Jichen and said, "Aren't you leaving?"

"Wen Zhuo, you are courting death!"

You Jichen couldn't control his anger anymore, and stabbed Wen Zhuo's face with his sword.

Wen Zhuo's expression didn't change, and he didn't make any movement. The smile at the corner of his mouth was getting thicker and thicker.

Just when You Jichen's sword was only an inch away from Wen Zhuo's eyebrows, a hand landed on his wrist.

You Jichen's sword could no longer move forward half a point.

"Brother, don't stop me!"

You Jichen looked at Wu Qing suspiciously, but Wu Qing shook his head lightly at him, he stared at Wen Zhuo, and the latter gave him a smug smile back.

Wu Qing patted You Jichen's hand lightly, the sword sank slowly, and took it back.

"Junior Brother Wen, forgive me, Junior Brother You got confused for a while, don't take it to heart."

Wu Qing's face was always calm, so calm that it was scary.

Wen Zhuo looked into his eyes, couldn't help shivering, and said, "Of course I don't know as much as him."

The three of Kunlun Mountain left, and the three of Ji Huan also left with them.

The crowd dispersed, leaving only four members of Yun Jianzong.

Wu Qing stood with her hands behind her back, calmly looking at the lake, thoughtful.

You Jichen looked at his back, angrily afraid to speak.

……

……

This is the first time Wen Zhuo has entered the Sword-Mannering Pavilion on Zhengyang Street. He glanced at the courtyard and found it a bit small.

Tang Ge lay on the bamboo chair.

Gu Zhiyue and an unfamiliar swordsman in Tsing Yi were practicing their swords.

"Uncle, why do you want to help break the Tiange?"

Wen Zhuo still had doubts about today's events. Thinking of Wu Qing's eyes at that time, he shrank his neck unconsciously.

Tang Ge said: "Just helping Ji Huan, he is not bad."

Wen Zhuo glanced at the two bamboo chairs next to him, walked to the right, and made a gesture to lie down.

Tang Ge said, "Over there."

Wen Zhuo was stunned for a moment, then lay down on the bamboo chair on the left for no apparent reason.

"It's quite comfortable." Wen Zhuo showed a satisfied expression.

Tang Ge said: "You can rest, but you can't slacken your practice."

Wen Zhuo curled his lips and said, "Uncle Shi, I didn't delay at all."

Tang Ge was silent for a while, and then said: "You are not as high as them."

Wen Zhuo said, "I'm young."

Tang Ge said: "Zhiyue is younger than you."

The awkward atmosphere left Wen Zhuo speechless. Only the sound of sword whistling in the courtyard seemed to never stop.

Wen Zhuo's eyes fell on Ning Zhiqiu and his eyes narrowed. Those sword energies made him feel tremendous pressure.

"Uncle Master." Wen Zhuo called out.

"What?" Tango said.

Wen Zhuo withdrew his gaze and said, "Originally the master didn't let me go down the mountain this time. I secretly found Mr. Cen and fought for this spot."

There was concern in his voice.

Tang Ge glanced at him and said, "No problem."

He knew because he was also at the foot of the mountain.

Wen Zhuo looked at the blue sky and suddenly smiled, innocently.

"I still like to stay with my junior uncle. Unlike my master who keeps a straight face all day long, I have never seen him smile before."

Tang Ge hummed, then closed his eyes.

Now Wen Zhuo is still young and ignorant of the world, so he can walk around with him, so what about in the future?The contradictions within Kunlun Mountain cannot be completely resolved for a while.

At a certain moment, Tang Ge suddenly asked, "Are you still practicing the Yin Lei Sword Art?"

Wen Zhuo nodded and said, "Yes."

Tang Ge opened his eyes and said, "Compare?"

Wen Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, then jumped up and said excitedly, "Come on!"

……

……

The pitch-black long sword was like thunder in Wen Zhuo's hands. When the sword stabbed out, it would be accompanied by flashes of thunder, and the sword would then disappear. When the thunder disappeared, the black sword would appear again.

Wen Zhuo tried his best to use Kunlun Mountain's Hidden Thunder Sword Art, each sword was accompanied by the power of thunder, approaching Tang Ge from all angles, with great momentum.

Sword Qi full of thunder roared around Tang Ge, but he still swung the Devil May Cry Sword unhurriedly. The seemingly weak sword could always disperse the thunder.

Gu Zhiyue and Ning Zhiqiu stood aside blankly. Although it seemed that Wen Zhuo had the upper hand on the surface, Tang Ge's calm eyes made people believe that he would not be defeated.

Wen Zhuo shouted coldly, and the black sword whizzed out directly, turning into a black thread, and the black thread was entwined with thunder light.

The black line enlarged rapidly in Tang Ge's pupils, but disappeared at a certain moment, only the thunder exploded in his ears.

Hidden Thunder Sword Art.

Tang Ge threw the Devil May Cry Sword behind him, and several bursts of sword energy erupted immediately. The blood-red sword energy intertwined and circled like a cage, directly locking the black sword that appeared out of thin air.

The thunder dissipated, and the black sword fell powerlessly to the ground.

Wen Zhuo was dumbfounded.

"Uncle, what kind of sword art is this?"

Tang Ge picked up the black sword, threw it to Wen Zhuo, and said, "Ten realms."

(End of this chapter)