My practice narration is weird

Lu Caiwei paused slightly, stretched out her hand, and stopped Qu Wuyi behind her.

The gray-robed figure emerged, but it was a middle-aged man, but his temples were already gray.

At this moment, he blocked their way.

A trace of doubt flashed between the girl's bright eyes, and she obviously didn't know what the other party meant.

But Lu Caiwei didn't speak, she was not good at talking to people, and her eyes only fell on the sword under the other party's feet.

A very old sword.

Lu Caiwei didn't speak, Qu Wuyi looked alert, so the gray-robed man spoke softly, with a little doubt in his voice.

"This girl, have you and I met before?"

The voice was gentle and non-hostile.

Lu Caiwei shook her head.

She hadn't seen the other party.

Really...

The gray-robed swordsman's eyes remained puzzled, but after a moment, he let go of the doubts, and there was some self-interested amusement in his eyes.

Yes, how could he have met before.

He was an ancient cultivator who had survived for countless years, and the other party was clearly a cultivator of this world. They were young and lived in different eras.

But what about the familiar scene in his mind just now?

The gray-robed swordsman thought for a moment, and then he exclaimed to himself.

It was clearly familiar just now, but now he couldn't remember it no matter what.

It was like accidentally walking through a place that you had never been to before, but you had a sense of déjà vu in your mind.

Strange thing.

The gray-robed swordsman no longer bothered about such questions, but after all, he was the one who suddenly stopped the other party. If he just asked if he had seen him before, it would be a bit embarrassing.

So the gray-robed swordsman's eyes fell on the sword on the woman again.

Two swords.

"Are you a sword cultivator?"

Hearing this, Lu Caiwei tilted her head, still did not speak, and a big puzzlement appeared on her small face.

The gold content of this sentence is like what job do you do, master, it is puzzling.

The gray-robed old swordsman realized what question he had asked, and his expression became more and more awkward. He coughed lightly and took out the token in his hand again.

"Aren't you here for this?"

Another very helpless question.

Lu Caiwei's expression was still calm, but Qu Wuyi's face behind him had revealed an extremely confused expression.

The old swordsman was a little late to realize that although the practitioners of Da Yan should all know that the token was strange and had a dispute, why did he go up to ask when others didn't come to grab it?

There was only the whistling wind in the air, and after a long silence, Lu Caiwei finally responded calmly.

"No."

Hmm... No.

The gray-robed old swordsman nodded, was silent for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Try the sword."

His original purpose was to take advantage of the other party's snatching of the token to see how far this future sword cultivator could cultivate.

But the other party didn't grab it, and he was helpless.

Regarding the sword, Lu Caiwei responded quickly. Her voice was a little difficult and slow, but she didn't stutter.

"I can't beat you." The girl said slowly.

Although Lu Caiwei didn't speak, she was not stupid.

The communication between Ye Wuyou and Qu Wuyi along the way had already explained everything, and the little stutterer must have understood it.

Lu Caiwei couldn't see through the other party's practice.

But it must be better than her.

Is he a long-time practitioner like Pulao?

Stopping me at this moment... even saying some absurd words.

Lu Caiwei's little brain turned around and around, and finally made a very correct decision.

Can't beat, ready to run away.

The gray-robed swordsman saw the fear in the other party's eyes, and his expression was helpless. In the end, he could only speak in a very calm voice.

"Don't use practice, just try sword moves and sword intent."

As he said, the gray-robed man didn't give Lu Caiwei time to respond, and took the lead in raising his sword.

If he didn't do it again, the other party would really run away.

If Lu Caiwei ran away, where would Man Dayan find another young swordsman at the peak of the sixth realm?

The sword moves in his hand were indeed exquisite, but he really didn't show any aura.

Lu Caiwei finally drew her sword.

Sword moves against sword moves, that's all.

The initial exquisite moves changed again and again.

But gradually they all returned to the beginning of learning swordsmanship.

Lift, pull, pick, press.

Stab, chop, point, collapse.

Cut, cloud, hang, and block.

Bow step holding sword, empty step swinging sword, leap step following sword.

Sword shadows flew, even if there was no aura, the surrounding floating clouds were also stirred by the sword intent bit by bit.

Qu Wuyi, who was standing by, was in the air, just got off the flying boat. Although she didn't know swordsmanship, she was dazzled by the sword moves of the two people at this moment. She spread out paper and pen in the air, and her hands flew.

Finally, I caught the big news.

The title was all thought of.

[Battle of Luo River]

[The strongest swordsman in ancient times vs. the strongest female swordsman in contemporary times]

As for whether he is the strongest or not.

It doesn’t matter, just make it as exciting as possible.

The sword shadows crossed for a moment and then dispersed.

There was a surprised and hearty laugh.

“Little girl, you used a total of 72 sword moves, right?”

Lu Caiwei nodded silently, put away the long sword in her hand, took a pen and paper from the side, wrote and spread it out.

“You only used 13 swords.”

Then, Lu Caiwei added.

“I am not as good as you in sword moves.”

Lu Caiwei admitted it very readily.

In the simple competition just now, she also saw that the opponent was deliberately feeding her moves.

He displayed the thirteen swords he mastered in one way after another.

The gray-robed swordsman nodded and shook his head.

He nodded because the other party really saw through his moves, which were back and forth, but they were ultimately changing within the thirteen sword moves.

He shook his head because...

"Not necessarily."

Just now, he was indeed one step ahead of Lu Caiwei in terms of sword moves.

Of course, this one step ahead does not mean that thirteen is less than seventy-two. Sword moves do not depend on the number, but on the real suppression of the opponent.

But.

The gray-robed old swordsman's eyes fell on the long sword on Lu Caiwei's back, his eyes froze slightly, and then he said thoughtfully.

"You carry two swords on your back, but you have never drawn them out. Your seventy-two sword moves are seventy-two changes, but this is only one hand."

"If it is two-handed, the two swords are separated, and the seventy-two moves become one hundred and forty-four moves. The moves are even more unpredictable, far beyond the level you are showing now."

Lu Caiwei's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but she did not respond.

The old swordsman in gray robe asked again.

"Have you cultivated the sword spirit now?"

After seeing Lu Caiwei nod, the gray-robed swordsman's face showed a trace of relief.

He was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed, and he covered his face with his hands to suppress the cough that never stopped.

After a moment, the old swordsman slowly withdrew his hand, flicked his sleeves slightly, and put the red palm on his back.

The old swordsman in gray robe smiled lightly as if nothing had happened.

"You know, I don't look at the realm and cultivation talent when accepting disciples, but only look at the sword talent and sword spirit and sword heart. After all, the realm can be forcibly improved, even if the years are wasted, it can be forced to go up, but the sword spirit is not easy to practice."

"You have such accomplishments at a young age. If you were born earlier, I think I would accept you as a disciple."

The voice was a little regretful.

But Lu Caiwei just responded briefly.

"I have a master."

After the words fell, the girl held the sword and bowed, but thanked the other party for teaching her the sword moves just now.

"You... are dying."

Lu Caiwei said straightforwardly, then turned around and took Qu Wuyi away on the sword.

When the words fell into his ears, the gray-robed old swordsman was slightly stunned, his expression was not angry at all, but a faint helpless smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

If the other party was born earlier, he would want to accept Lu Caiwei as his apprentice.

Yes.

If it were earlier, it would be better.

Because now, he is dying.

The gray-robed old swordsman took out the token, stared at it, and finally put it in his pocket.

He looked up at the sky.

A few figures were looming in the clouds.

Do you like this token?

"Boring..."