See Jiangshan

In contrast, this is the immediate task.

"When you first entered the Tao, how did you choose the sword technique and the sword formula?"

Xu Ran thought for a while: "I didn't choose it, it was taught by my father and uncles, and I learned what I taught."

Gu Er: "Several great priests in the family tested my bones, asked some questions to test my character, and selected one to start teaching me."

Xu Ran: "In your current situation, you need a good teacher to show you the way. The vice president really doesn't give you advice."

Cheng Qianren was speechless.

Gu Xuejiang looked at the old sword in his waist: "Since it comes from Jiange, you can try to find the sword formula of Jiange first. It's a pity that I don't use the sword, and everything I say is just on paper."

Xu Ran: "Then what are you doing?"

Gu Er: "Of course it's a knife. Otherwise, how could I teach you?"

Cheng Qianren: "I thought you used to be a young man in white with a light sword, and the sword is like my boss's." People with similar paralyzed postures should have similar swords.

Xu Ran: "I really can't tell..." Suddenly her eyes changed, "I want to come! Master Huajian Lake's 'Three Points of Spring Water', right!"

Cheng Qianren's eyes also changed.It turns out that not only your name and nickname are the second Mary Su, but also the knife is very Su.Are you people in the imperial capital so flamboyant?

Gu Er understood it, and coughed lightly in embarrassment: "'Three points of spring water' is a waist knife bestowed by the imperial court after becoming the deputy commander of the imperial guards. I practiced the condensing knife art since I was a child. Why did it come to me again? Three."

Cheng Qianren got up to pay the bill: "Don't talk about me, let's go when we're full."

The two walked out of Feifeng Tower, facing the rumble of cars and horses on the Chengnan Avenue, waited for a while before seeing their companions coming out.

Cheng Qianren explained: "I bought two tables of dishes in advance, you two remember to come and eat tomorrow or the next two days, otherwise the money will not be refunded."

Xu Ran: "Where have you been these two days?"

"The library."

The two watched him walk hurriedly, disappearing into the sea of ​​people in an instant.Seemingly knowing that they were watching, he raised his right hand and waved without looking back.

Xu Ran suddenly said: "I want to drift away a little bit, and I also admit to washing dishes."

"Standing and talking doesn't hurt your back. How many times have you washed the dishes? Eight out of ten times I did it..." Gu Xuejiang changed the subject: "Just think about it in your heart, don't say it, he can't bear it."

Xu Ran gave a muffled 'hmm': "Sit and eat, I should go to West Street to collect protection fees, and I don't dare to lose my ability to earn a living."

Cheng San, who used to be the most budget-conscious, now spends money like water. The three of them have become bachelors who can feed the whole family without hunger.

Gu Er: "I should also go to the stall. If you don't pick up a pen for a long time, your craftsmanship will deteriorate."

"let's go."

***

After a heavy rain, early summer in Nanyang City came quietly.

The noonday sun was bright and dazzling, piercing through the lush foliage and casting star spots on the yellowed pages of the book.

The bell rang, and the students began their classes, leaving behind an empty and silent library.

The martial arts practitioners in Qingshanyuan all have exercises before entering school, and they usually have instructors to guide them. Many people spend all day in the riding and shooting range, but they have never entered the library until graduation.As a result, few people care about the complete collection of sword formulas on this floor, like a pearl covered in dust.

Cheng Qianren could only hear the sound of himself turning the pages of the book.

Gu Xuejiang suggested that he start reading from Jiange's book, which is exactly what he did. After all, although there are many famous swords in the world, he has only seen two swords with his own eyes: the Rin Frost Sword that was held by Song Juefei before and has changed hands now. , and the Dong family's Yingxue sword that cut through the night.

The sword formula has the same name as the sword, and it is placed in a very conspicuous position.He read the Linshuang Sword Art for a long time, and his head became dizzy, only to see a five-word sentence written on the last page: Lingshuang knows the strength.

When I came in the afternoon, I went to replay the Snow Sword Jue, and what caught my eyes was another sentence, "Losing the snow to see the true heart."

In the past, the double walls of Jiange could best bear these two sentences.

Cheng Qianren thought about his master's parting words, and it was only at this moment that he really felt the pain of "personnel wear and tear".Their master, the person who taught them swordsmanship, probably hoped that the two disciples, Ling Shuang, Aoxue, Gao Jie and Zhi Yuan, would watch over and help each other.

Just like myself, a few days ago I was planning how to get into the academy for Zhuliu, but my thousand expectations for the future were all for nothing.

He looked at the key points of the moves, the trajectory of the true energy and the stick figures, trying to concentrate, imagine how the body should move, and then move the true energy as shown on it.No one taught him how to read sword formulas, so he could only figure it out by himself as the vice president said.

After Cheng Qianren finished reading one book, he changed another one. The shadows on the beech wood floor changed quietly as the sun moved westward.He was still standing there holding the scroll.

"The door is closing, let's go."

When he heard human voices, he suddenly raised his eyes, and was startled to realize that the surroundings were in darkness. At some time, the bronze lampstands beside each bookshelf had already been lit, and the candles were dimly lit.

The moon is shining outside the window.

The old deacon in charge of this floor shouted to him: "That's you, come back tomorrow."

Cheng Qianren drew two more copies, and took his waist card to register for loan: "Excuse me, may I ask how many copies of the Jiange Sword Manual are there in the building?"

The old deacon said without thinking, "230 six."

"How many sword formulas are there in each sect?"

"There are more than 34 exercises on this floor, including [-] sword formulas."

Cheng Qianren saluted and thanked her, and went downstairs with the book in her arms.

Just after stepping out of the threshold, the night wind blows in.

The sour eyes and heavy mind were blown by the wind, and they were suddenly sober.

In the summer wind of the college, there is the moist water vapor from the Taiye Pool, and the fresh fragrance from the lotus field blows into the bosom, mixed with the faint smell of ink and medicine.

Cheng Qianren thought, I heard that some books in the building will be coated with a layer of medicine to make the paper tougher and to prevent insects from eating.All kinds of subtle smells that I hadn't noticed before now filled my chest, and the world of practitioners was really different.

There are more than 100 sword formulas. According to today's speed, it will take more than [-] consecutive days to finish reading.How come so much time.

He seemed to have returned to Nanyang when he first came to Nanyang. When he was preparing for the entrance examination, he walked and calculated the questions, and his nerves were tense.

The courtyard wall at home was not repaired, and it was still in chaos early in the morning. Cheng Qianren stepped over the broken bricks and broken branches, went back to the house, lit the lamp and read a book.

In the summer night, insects chirped incessantly, and the spirit was in the book, so I couldn't hear any sound.In the middle of the night, the picture in my mind became more and more clear. As the pages of the book were turned, I could hear the howling of the sword when it was unsheathed, the sound of breaking the wind when it was thrusting, and the clear sound of sword blades clashing.

After finishing one book, he had a splitting headache and cast aside himself: "I used to be able to read it until midnight, what's going on today. What a waste."

Forced myself to read the next one.Cheng Qianren still doesn't know that this is a sea of ​​consciousness performing a sword, which consumes a lot of consciousness.Although the true energy is not output, it is still circulating in the meridians without stopping, so naturally the whole body is sore.

Woke up from the desk the next day, went out before dawn, and went to read in yesterday's place.

Suddenly someone pushed his shoulder: "How did you make it look like this?"

Cheng Qianren looked up, it turned out that it was Gu Er, and Xu Ran also came, carrying a food box in his hand.He saw himself in their eyes, with red eyes and messy hair, pale and haggard face.

"Aren't you going to class?"

"It's already noon, and today is a holiday!"

"Oh." No wonder there were few people on the road.

Gu Xuejiang glanced at the dozing old deacon, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up, no food is allowed in the building."

The three of them hid behind the bookshelf like thieves, sat on the floor, opened the food box, three dishes of side dishes, a bowl of rice, and a cup of clear soup.The smell of the rice was so strong that Cheng Qianren felt hungry, so he picked up the chopsticks and ate the rice.His cultivation base is far from the realm of bigu, he started to forget to eat last night, and he is still consuming a lot of physical energy.

Xu Ran sighed: "Gu Er said that if we don't give it to you, you can starve yourself to death. I didn't believe it..."

Gu Xuejiang said seriously: "Why do you come to this, no one is forcing you."

Cheng Qianren just ate but didn't speak.

After eating and drinking enough, Xu Ran asked him, "How did you choose?"

"There are more than 1000 sword formulas here, and I have no clue." He remembered that there was a sub-class yesterday afternoon, "Sir, did you ask me?"

Xu Ran: "Not sir..."

Gu Er interrupted her: "No, maybe the vice-principal explained it, so you can read the book with peace of mind."

"The vice president asked for leave for me? I don't have such a big face."

Gu Xuejiang teased him: "You have. You are considered a celebrity now, but there are still people who believe that the vice president accepted you as a personal disciple."

Xu Ran continued: "I heard that Lin Duzhi is often absent and leaves early. It can be seen that the geniuses in Nanshan's backyard have privileges."

Cheng Qianren said with a big head, "Stop it."

Suddenly footsteps sounded, Xu Ran's expression changed, he grabbed the food box on the ground, and jumped out of the window like an arrow from the string.Cheng Qianren turned his head and saw her landed firmly on a locust tree outside the building, and disappeared after a few jumps.At the same moment, Gu Xuejiang took out a book and pretended to read it.

The old deacon walked past the bookshelf, wiggling his nose.

Gu Er put the book back, walked around to the other side of the bookshelf, and left quietly.

That night, when Cheng Qianren was urged to leave, he went to register to borrow two more books.

He was surprised to find that his reading speed increased slightly.But I don't know it's because the sea of ​​consciousness and the movement of the true essence are faster than yesterday.

When I reached the stairs, I suddenly turned around and looked around. There were many tall bookshelves silent in the candlelight night, as if waiting for him tomorrow.The talents of countless great figures flowed in front of him like a river of stars.

Every day when I open my eyes, I read the sword formula, and I also practice the sword while walking, eating, washing and even sleeping.Gu Er and Xu Ran didn't know what they were busy with, there was no one there, only the food box was placed between the branches of the pagoda tree outside the window, and Cheng Qianren put it back after eating.

Continue until the next holiday.The joy of seeing the door for the first time faded away, and the sound of swords in his head made people irritable, and his depression reached the peak.

It seems that each book has the same number of ways, and it seems that each book is completely opposite.He has finished reading one bookshelf, but there are still countless bookshelves, and he doesn't know when it will end.

Cheng Qianren thought of the words of the vice president, and almost collapsed: "I choose it, and it also chooses me, how is it possible?! I am alive, they are all dead things. Choose me? Talk to me!"

***

The red sun was scorching, and there was an ice basin in the school dormitory, and wisps of white air rose and lingered.

The buzzing of cicadas outside the window was loud and harsh, and the old gentleman read slowly in a drawn-out tune: "The art of winning a war is to observe the enemy's opportunities and take advantage of them quickly, and to attack them unexpectedly..."

This kind of summer is the easiest to make people feel impatient.

Xu Ran was so irritable that he couldn't even read the script: "He can't go on like this! It's been ten days, and his consciousness is overdrawn every day. I'm stupid and can't speak, why don't you persuade him? Aren't you very reasonable? ?”

Gu Xuejiang was not in a hurry, and only answered after finishing the last stroke: "Do you think Cheng San will listen to people's persuasion?"

"How to say?"

"It looks like he has a good temper, but he is actually the most stubborn. In the past, he was with Zhuliu, afraid of getting into trouble, looking forward and backward, and being cautious. Now that Zhuliu is gone, he has no scruples. Who can persuade him to do what he wants to do?" Gu Er dried the ink on the paper, "Don't worry, I should finish reading Jiange's. I'll go find him after class."

Xu Ran thought for a while: "Then you remember to go, I will have a fight later."

"Fight without eating? Have you practiced what I told you yesterday? You must control the output of true energy, and remember to store up your energy before changing the knife..."

The class was boring, and a group of students chatted and whispered like mosquitoes and insects.The dormitory was stuffy, and as soon as the bell rang, Xu Ran stepped on the window sill and leaped forward: "Troubleshooting, don't worry about him, I'll beat him up!"

Not waiting for the crowds from all the schools to rush out, she had already rushed far away, only the voice came: "You go and eat first, I will finish the fight before you finish eating."

Gu Er slowly packed up the pen and paper: "Tsk, I'm addicted to jumping through windows..."

The formation on Ning Fu's golden needle is extremely complicated, he has drawn it countless times and constantly revised it.It was not until today that I dared to say that the painting was completely completed.

Xu Ran is very busy recently, and the appointment has been scheduled until next month.When encountering someone with a higher realm than her, Gu Er will accompany her, but Tongjing will not.

Some of them approached Cheng Qianren, saying that this man was too famous to live up to, and now he was hiding and dared not see anyone. Xu Ran said, "You deserve to see him. He has a higher level of cultivation than me. If you have the guts, beat me first."

Some of them were entrusted by others, Gu Xuejiang didn't know what kind of benefits they were granted, but he knew who entrusted them.

He said to Xu Ran: "If you don't want to pick it up, don't pick it up. I have a way."

Xu Ran waved his hand: "If you don't answer, the surname Zhong will make other troubles. It's better to fight."

So the Martial Arts Field had fights almost every day, sometimes twice a day, and when there was no room in the Martial Arts Field, they would fight in the riding and archery field.Because one of the protagonists is always the same person, it seems to be fighting and arrogant.

More and more onlookers gathered, and some people secretly instigated, anyone who was aroused to disobey or who wanted to make a name for himself had to issue a letter of challenge and go to line up.

This incident even reached the ears of Mr. Xu Ran's swordsmanship class.

Mr. Yang is a gentle man, wears a blue gown, usually speaks politely, never gets angry, he is not like a teacher of Qingshan Academy.This time, he was a little angry and asked Xu Ran to go to Qingtai Pavilion to listen to the training.

"You are in the limelight, and whoever beats you will be more famous, and the limelight will be stronger, so everyone will rush forward."

"You can win one game, but can you win a hundred games? You can't bleed and get hurt, and you can't lose your strength, and your enemies are new every day. They are well prepared and keep flowing. Your sword skills have been defeated by countless opponents. Watching with eyes, trying to catch your weaknesses... Do you want to participate in the autumn double courtyard fight? If you want to, now that someone has figured out the number of saber techniques, what will you do then?"

In the end, the teacher summed up sixteen words: "Excess rigidity is easy to break, kindness and softness are undefeated, and the struggle between emotions is the most useless!"

Xu Ran lowered her head and listened obediently, then said with a smile, "Don't be angry, sir. I'll give you a good reputation this year when I come back from the top three in the double court battle!"

Mr. Yang patted the table: "Correct attitude! I don't want you to have a good face, and I want you to make less trouble."

Xu Ran pursed her lips: "My two family-heirloom swords were held in the hands of my ancestors to fight thousands of troops. Why did I ever retreat? You let me retreat now. If the Taoist heart is not perfect, how will the bottleneck be broken?"

"I'm not afraid of them thinking about my sword skills, as long as I improve faster than them, no matter how many people come, they will all be my whetstone."

The girl said very seriously and stubbornly: "Maybe one day I will understand the truth of 'passing hard and breaking easily', but before that, I want to fight hard."

***

Cheng Qianren didn't know what was going on outside the window, and was still reading the sword formula.

This day seemed to be no different from the previous miserable days, until he finished another book.Filled with anxiety and impetuosity, it returned to silence in an instant.

The feeling was indescribable, and he inexplicably remembered a sentence: Before I saw the flower, this flower died with me. When I came to see this flower, the color of the flower became clear for a moment.

More than just colors, the whole world understands.

Green mountains and clear waters, daytime clouds, seas and deserts, city pools and towers unfold one after another, and there are all kinds of things in the world, all open.

Turning back to the title page, it turned out to be 'See Jiangshan'.

"You choose it, and it chooses you."

Only in this way can we know that what the vice president said is true.

He was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself, he walked back and forth with the book in his hand, until he was stopped by the deacon, he played the sword in the sea of ​​consciousness, over and over again, tirelessly.

The mountains and rivers are picturesque, how can you see enough?

When Gu Xuejiang came, she saw Cheng Qianren who was hyperactive and abnormal, so she had to take the sword formula in his hand and flip it over, sighing.

He looked at the old sword on his waist again: "I originally thought that you would choose 'Autumn Night'."

After all, it was the sword formula of the old master of this sword, the master of the two sword pavilions, the master of Mount Danshan.

Cheng Qianren said: "I've read Autumn Night Sword. I don't like it. I only like 'See Jiangshan'."

Gu Xuejiang shook her head: "You learn Jiange's swordsmanship, and after graduation, it's a matter of course for you to join Jiange. To learn it, the mystery depends on your own understanding. When you encounter a bottleneck in your practice, who can guide you? The current emperor is still King Anshan? !"

Cheng Qianren was slightly stunned: "It's not that exaggerated..."

"This is the sword art created by His Majesty Taizu. When the former emperor was still alive, more than [-] royal children, including His Majesty, had practiced this sword. Now, there are only two left. You didn't catch up when."

Some things are known to the world, but cannot be said in the open.For example, the Holy Majesty killed his father and brother to succeed to the throne, and the bloody cleansing within the royal family.

Cheng Qianren only cared about the sword tactics: "No one has practiced it except the royal family?"

"When people have it, except for the palace, the two major academies in the north and the south, Jiange, and Cangshan, all have rubbings of it. But no one has practiced it well, and some people speculate that it is related to blood inheritance. People with royal blood who practice this sword, It’s easy to get the truth.”

How can you believe something as mysterious as blood, is the blood of the royal family different from ours?Suddenly remembered that this is a mysterious world.

He began to think.He said he was thinking about it, but he made a decision in just a moment, like deciding what to have for lunch.With a serious expression: "Just learn from 'seeing Jiangshan'."

Gu Xuejiang looked at him, thought for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Looking at Jiangshan, the gods and ghosts are changing. It is also suitable, okay, let's learn to 'see Jiangshan'!"

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Note: In this chapter, Lingshuang knows the festival of strength, bears the snow and sees the heart of chastity, which is adapted from Fan Yun's poem in the Southern Dynasty

When I didn't see the flower, the flower died together with me. When I came to see the flower, the color of the flower became clear for a moment.It is adapted from the words of Mr. Wang Yangming, the original sentence is not the meaning of the text, so do not check it:-D