I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 550 Knife and Sword
Outside the Listening to the Tide Pavilion.

Xu Fengnian quickly brought food to Lao Kui. It wasn't up to the standard of a banquet, but it still included wine and dishes.

Chu Kuangnu was gnawing on a pig's trotter, while Xu Fengnian fawned over him, clearly intending to get Chu Kuangnu to go to Wudang Mountain to beat someone up.

As for Lao Huang, he was drinking his wine with a smile on his face.

suddenly,

Chu Kuangnu's action of gnawing on a pig's trotter and Lao Huang's action of drinking both paused for a moment.

at the same time.

Inside the Listening to the Tide Pavilion.

Zhou Cheng'an no longer only looked at the sword manual; he picked up whatever was at hand and started looking at it.

Nangong Pushe felt his mind was becoming unstable again, because not long after Zhou Cheng'an entered, the sword intent on his body became more and more solid, as if it could burst out of his body at any moment.

Zhou Chengan looked at her and smiled sheepishly.

Having gained considerable strength in the recent battle, Xu Xiao's Northern Liang Blade could not withstand his full sword intent, so he had to borrow Nangong Pushe's blade.

Nangong Pushe immediately understood and handed him the embroidered winter quilt at his waist.

The two walked out of Tingchao Pavilion again, while Xu Xiao and Yuan Zuozong, who had originally planned to leave from the ninth floor, returned to their original positions.

Seeing Old Huang drinking with Xu Fengnian, Zhou Chengan called out, "Old Huang, shall we have a spar?"

Old Huang's eyes lit up, but before he could speak, Xu Fengnian started shouting.

"Alright, alright, that's perfect! We didn't get enough of the show just now, Lao Huang, hurry up and get going!"

Chu Kuangnu threw down the pig's trotter in his hand. He naturally wanted to see if Old Huang had made any progress over the years.

Old Huang stretched out a withered yellow hand, stroked the wooden box, grinned at Xu Fengnian, looking somewhat foolish, then tilted his head back and made a shabby gesture of pouring wine into his mouth, his tone quite embarrassed: "Young Master, um?"

Xu Fengnian laughed angrily, "Look at you! Can't you show some skill? If you really beat me by stepping on dog poop, I'll treat you to a hundred jars of Longyan aged rice wine. If you can also give Cheng'an a good beating, I'll give you another hundred jars."

"I'll do my best, I'll do my best!"

Old Huang smiled slightly, and in that instant, Xu Fengnian's eyes seemed to be dazzled. Old Huang was no longer simple and foolish, but instead had an indescribable meaning. He felt that the old servant who was as immovable as a mountain was even more arrogant than that old man with the knife.

Xu Fengnian, seemingly lost in thought, suddenly raised his fist towards Xu Xiao on the ninth floor.

Upon seeing this, Xu Xiao immediately put on a smile and said to Li Yishan beside him, "It's really Feng Nian's good fortune to have a friend like Cheng An, and it's also our good fortune."

Li Yishan offered no comment, but simply smiled and said, "I heard you're planning to marry Er Yatou to him?"

Xu Xiao didn't deny it, and laughed, "I do have that idea, but it depends on what they think. Er Yatou has high standards and might not look up to him, and he might not look up to Er Yatou either, given Er Yatou's temper..."

Everyone in the Prince's mansion knew about Xu Weixiong's explosive temper, but he was too embarrassed to say it.

"If Er Yatou doesn't even like him, she'll probably never get married in her life."

Upon hearing Li Yishan's words, Yuan Zuozong nodded subconsciously.

In terms of looks, Zhou Cheng'an's appearance is beyond reproach; he has never seen such a handsome man before.

In terms of martial arts skills... he is the number one among the younger generation. Perhaps the rumors in the martial arts world are exaggerated, but it still shows that his martial arts skills are quite good.

At the very least, Chu Kuangnu was no match for him.

As for his talent and learning, that is currently unknown, but it is likely to be quite good.

If Xu Weixiong couldn't even appreciate such a remarkable man, then there's probably no other man in the world who could catch his eye.

Xu Xiao wasn't worried about Xu Weixiong's marriage at all, and laughed, "Whether she gets married or not doesn't matter. Anyway, our Prince's Mansion won't starve our second daughter. Let's not talk about it anymore, let's watch the show!"

below.

Zhou Cheng'an and Lao Huang stood facing each other, and Zhou Cheng'an slowly spoke: "There are thousands of sword techniques in the world, each with its own exquisiteness and variations, but I always feel that they are all based on the Thirteen Forms."

The sword intent emanating from his words caused the three sword masters present to tremble.

Nangong Pushe couldn't help but tremble.

Chu Kuangnu accidentally crushed the wine cup in his hand.

Meanwhile, Yuan Zuozong, who was on the ninth floor of Tingchao Pavilion, took a deep breath.

"Zuo Xiong, move forward a bit and take a good look."

Xu Xiao knew that his adopted son had a very high talent for swordsmanship, so he spoke up to remind him and moved aside a little.

"I traveled a long way and saw many knives."

As Zhou Cheng'an spoke, he drew his sword, Xiu Dong, and began to demonstrate the sword techniques he had learned and seen.

"The Heart-Severing Blade, severing all ties; the Unrivaled Blade, invincible with me; the Demon Blade, a blade that embodies both demonic heart and human nature; the Creation Blade, capable of creating new forms with each battle; the Blade of ultimate emotion and true nature, capable of ten astonishing transformations; the Blade of warmth and coldness, capable of six proud and aloof techniques..."

One strike shatters the sky, twin blades stain clothes with blood… Seven strikes slay demons and gods… Gentle, domineering, ethereal and spiritual… And there are two thousand three hundred and twenty-seven sword manuals in the Listening Tide Pavilion!

At this time, Xiu Dong had returned to Zhou Cheng'an's hands.

Nangong Pushe closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground, using his internal energy to shut down his five senses.

She dared not listen or look anymore, because if she continued, she feared she would live in Zhou Cheng'an's shadow for the rest of her life.

Chu Kuangnu trembled all over, his teeth grinding together.

No one knows how much willpower he used to resist kneeling before Zhou Chengan.

On the contrary, Yuan Zuozong was the most relaxed. Although he spat out blood, he was not in much pain.

After all, it's true that he has a good talent for swordsmanship, but he doesn't focus on swordsmanship; he's still practicing with a spear.

Therefore, Yuan Zuozong was least affected by the sword intent.

"Therefore... I am now even more certain that all the sword techniques in the world are contained within the Thirteen Styles!"

Upon hearing this, Chu Kuangnu could no longer withstand Zhou Chengan's sword intent and knelt down with a thud!
His face showed no shame or anger, but rather a look of heartfelt admiration.

boom!
The intent of the sword soared straight to the sky.

The Embroidered Winter sword in Zhou Cheng'an's hand, the Spring Thunder sword at Nangong Pushe's waist, and several famous swords in Tingchao Pavilion all resonated.

To be precise, it was a joyous cry.

Even those who don't wield knives can sense the joy emanating from the sound of the blade.

Xu Fengnian was dumbfounded: "Old Huang, Cheng'an is really... a bit too fierce. It's not shameful for us to lose."

Before he finished speaking, without any movement from Lao Huang, the wooden box vibrated like a dragon's roar, no less powerful than the sound of a knife, buzzing and humming, not harsh, but soul-stirring.

For the first time, Lao Huang ignored Xu Fengnian and instead excitedly shouted to Zhou Chengan.

"Cheng'an, I'm here!"

Old Huang took a step forward, his figure rising gracefully, riding the wind.

"Sword One."

Old Huang silently uttered two words, and the sandalwood box immediately opened at the top, from which a long sword burst forth.

Xu Xiao and Li Yishan, who were on the ninth floor of Tingchao Pavilion, spoke at the same time.

"Sword One, Dragon and Serpent."

A sharp aura burst forth, leaving Xu Fengnian completely dumbfounded.

The Listening Tide Pavilion has three large plaques, one of which is inscribed with "Qi Chong Dou Niu," which refers to the supreme sword energy that only exists in ancient books and is actually purely ethereal.

However, it was only at this moment that Xu Fengnian realized that it was not something illusory, but something that truly existed.

"Damn it, Old Huang was hiding this so well!"

Chu Kuangnu laughed wildly: "Hahaha, Huang Laojiu is powerful, but the outcome is still uncertain."

Zhou Chengan raised his hand and slashed.

boom!
Instantly, towering waves surged up on the lake.

As the only layman present, Xu Fengnian was so angry that he wanted to kill someone.

Even though he knew this was a clash between the top masters in the martial arts world, in his eyes it was just a sword fight with no real skill involved, and not even as exciting as the previous duel between Zhou Chengan and the Double-Sword Old Master.

The only thing he noticed was that another sword flew out of the sandalwood sword box.

Xu Fengnian had no idea that even the most superior techniques could not escape the principle of returning to simplicity.

"Sword Two".

Xu Xiao sighed softly, and Li Yishan slowly picked up where he left off: "Twin lotus blossoms." Clearly, the two on the ninth floor were in perfect sync.

One sword becomes two swords, two swords become three swords.

"JX3" (Swordman Online 3)

"Three pounds."

The three swords were already a sky full of sword light, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

Even so, it couldn't hide the clear snow line of that cut.

Old Huang with three swords, Cheng An with one knife.

In Xu Fengnian's eyes, he was practically a demigod.

He plopped down on the ground, chuckling foolishly, "He deserves a reward; these are all top-notch technical skills!"

……

Finally, all eight swords were taken out of the sandalwood sword case.

Zhou Cheng'an flew back to the shore and sheathed his sword.

Seeing this, Old Huang also withdrew his five swords and did not use the ninth sword.

The battle ended faster than Xu Fengnian had imagined. Apart from the first three sword strikes, he didn't even see any more swords fly out of the sandalwood sword box, let alone see the two people's moves.

This made Xu Fengnian, who was already not satisfied with the show, feel even more bored and unwilling, but what could he do?

Life is full of disappointments, so you can't just rush up to them crying and begging them to continue their battle.

Not to mention that swords and blades have no eyes, it's not good if anyone gets hurt.

Given Zhou Cheng'an's temper, if he dared to go up there, he would definitely get a beating.

Xu Fengnian glanced at Zhou Chengan on the shore, then at Old Huang flying over, and couldn't help but sigh: "Damn it, it's true that laymen watch the show, while experts see the details."

Fortunately, he had an expert by his side.

"Old Kui, how many moves did they exchange?" Xu Fengnian asked curiously. "Who won, and who lost?"

"After exchanging eight moves, it was a draw."

The duel between the two was nothing like what storytellers in teahouses described with their spittle-filled mouths. It was not the kind of epic battle that would last for days and nights between two peerless masters. In short, it was neither earth-shattering nor awe-inspiring.

However, Xu Fengnian was still shocked.

Just as he was about to say something, he heard Zhou Chengan laugh nonchalantly and say, "I lost."

At this moment, Old Huang also flew to the shore and said with a rather shy smile, "Cheng'an, are you saying this to embarrass me on purpose?"

Just now, Zhou Cheng'an broke through his eight swords with eight slashes.

Although there was a ninth sword and a tenth sword specially prepared for Wang Xianzhi, they were not used.

But Zhou Cheng'an also said that his sword has thirteen styles.

However, it is clear that Zhou Cheng'an's last five moves were not yet perfected.

Of course, it's not to say that perfecting the last five moves would necessarily make him stronger than his Sword Nine and Sword Ten. It's just that they never actually fought, and only heaven knows who won and who lost.

More importantly, Zhou Chengan's forte is not the knife, but the sword.

During their initial exchange, Lao Huang could sense that Zhou Chengan's swordsmanship was probably even superior to his own.

Zhou Cheng'an said he lost only because he couldn't force out the ninth sword, or rather, he wasn't confident that he could defeat the ninth sword with his knife. But Lao Huang was too ashamed to admit that he had won.

In Lao Huang's opinion, it was a draw.

At least in today's battle, the contest between swords and knives ended in a draw.

In the secret chamber beneath the Listening Tide Pavilion, an old man in a sheepskin coat with only one arm, rubbing his large toes with his hand, muttered to himself, "Among these knife wielders, finally there's one who's presentable."

After saying that, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Zhou Chengan didn't dwell on the question of victory or defeat, but simply smiled at Lao Huang and said, "Then let's fight again next time."

"it is good!"

As they were talking, Chu Kuangnu had already brought Xu Fengnian over.

"I have learned a great deal from observing your eight knife strikes today. Please accept my bow."

As Chu Kuangnu spoke, he bowed deeply.

Yuan Zuozong, who was on the ninth floor, also bowed to Zhou Chengan.

As for Minister Nangong, he had already fallen into a state of sudden enlightenment, which was no different from being in a coma.

Xu Xiao stood on the ninth floor and laughed loudly, "Cheng'an, your swordsmanship is much better than that Gu Jiantang's. Let's discuss when we can go and give that Gu guy a good beating together?"

“I’ll definitely go and see him when I have time,” Zhou Cheng’an replied earnestly.

Of the thirteen basic sword techniques, he only used the following: chopping, slashing, sweeping, chopping, picking, cutting, slicing, and sweeping.

But these eight techniques alone can actually serve as the general outline of all sword techniques in the world.

Moreover, he also incorporated these eight styles into the embroidery.

Half an hour later, Minister Nangong awoke from his sudden realization.

Finding herself in the Listening Tide Pavilion, Zhou Cheng'an was flipping through a book not far away. She did not ask for Xiu Dong back, but said solemnly, "Daoist Zhou, I will definitely fight you one day."

"Ah."

Zhou Chengan gave a casual "hmm" and continued flipping through the book.

After that, Minister Nangong stayed at Tingchao Pavilion.

The two never spoke again, and even when they met every day, they would only nod to each other as a greeting.

Time passes day by day...

Another half month passed, and Zhou Chengan had finished reading all the books on the first floor.

Just as he was about to greet Minister Nangong, Xu Fengnian rushed in.

"Cheng'an, Lao Huang is leaving."

"Ok?"

"He is going to Wudi City."

Xu Fengnian looked anxious, clearly wanting Zhou Chengan to persuade him, because he could tell that Lao Huang's trip was partly for his sake.

Wudi City is located on the edge of the East Sea cliffs, but they did not visit it during their trip.

City Lord Wang Xianzhi is nearly a hundred years old, yet he has been famous for eighty years. He is undoubtedly a once-in-a-century martial arts genius with the talent of remembering immortality at a glance.

Since his debut, he has only fought with his bare hands, disdaining all weapons and magical artifacts, and only using one hand in combat.

At the age of twenty-five, he rose to the ranks of unparalleled masters.

At the age of forty, he fought against the Sword God Li Chungang and broke the wooden horse-ox, which could cut iron like mud, with two fingers. In an instant, he became famous all over the world and was unparalleled in his fame.

Despite possessing the qualifications to be the best in the world and stand out from the crowd, he claimed to be the second best, causing the top ten most famous martial arts masters in the world to be ranked eleventh, leaving the number one spot vacant for twenty years.

Old Huang did go to Wudi City partly for Xu Fengnian's sake, but more so for his own swordsmanship.

After being defeated by Wang Xianzhi last time, Huang Lu was left on the city wall of Wudi City, which shattered Old Huang's sword heart.

Over the years, he has been working to mend his sword heart. His three years in the martial world with Xu Fengnian, plus the battle with Zhou Chengan, have helped him rediscover his sword heart. It's time for him to go to Wudi City.

If I don't go, my sword intent will remain unfulfilled.

My path in swordsmanship in this life will probably end here.

This is the same reason why Zhou Cheng'an insisted on fighting Xuanyuan Dapan when they were in Huishan.

The timeline is simply moved forward compared to the original storyline.

Zhou Chengan and Xu Fengnian left Tingchao Pavilion, but they made no attempt to help persuade Lao Huang.

After all, there is no reason for a master swordsman to give up his dream of reaching the pinnacle.

For the world, Wang Xianzhi was that pinnacle.

(End of this chapter)