I come to see Bai Yujing today

Chapter 97: Never learned sword skills, no master

There are many advantages to this Jiang family villa in the north city.

One is that the landscape is luxurious, with winding water and pavilions.

The second is that there are several pavilions close to the Huanglong River. Sitting on the pavilion, you can see the winding Huanglong River, the pouring water, and the surging river. It is a very unique landscape.

For example, at this moment, Cheng Jihe and Wang Lisu, who came from Fujian Mountain, were playing chess.

Cheng Jihe has long flowing beard, but the skin on his face is very delicate and as smooth as a baby's. He wears a long white robe, a Taoist bun and a long sword at his waist. He really looks like an old immortal with a fairy-like demeanor.

Wang Lisu is quite young, and appears to be in his early thirties. Although his appearance is not outstanding, his eyes are steady and he seems to be calm in the face of emergencies.

These two people were playing chess, and it seemed that neither of them was very skilled in the art. On the chessboard, black and white stars fell and collapsed, and from time to time a big dragon would coil around, but they would kill the dragon and sink its corpse, which was very tense.

"There are countless masters in Xuantianjing. The current Grand Chancellor is a chess master. After the imperial court ceremony, you and I will go to visit the Grand Chancellor and play a game with him. Not only will it benefit our chess skills, but it will also be of great benefit to our spiritual practice."

Cheng Jihe spoke with a smile on his face, looking around at the Jiang family's villa: "The Imperial Master's villa is quite quiet, thanks to Yun Jian."

Wang Lisu nodded slightly and sighed, "No wonder the other two mountains and two sects all like to recruit the children of aristocratic families as disciples. Just in terms of worldly enjoyment, how can the mountain sect compare with the aristocratic families that control the world?"

Cheng Jihe frowned and turned his head to glance at the pavilion in another courtyard.

"Don't speak nonsense." He said, "Right now, the imperial concubine Longyue is in that pavilion, talking to Yun Jian. Talking nonsense will only damage the dignity of the royal family."

Wang Lisu stopped talking.

Even if the pavilion in another courtyard is very far away from here.

However, the rumor about Lady Longyue's profound cultivation has been circulating for seven or eight years. If one is really interested, let alone in this pavilion, even outside the city, as long as a ray of divine aura is spreading, one can continue to listen.

The two continued to play hand-to-hand combat. Although Cheng Jihe was older and had a higher seniority in Fujian Mountain than Wang Lisu, he was not as good as Wang Lisu in terms of hand-to-hand combat skills. After two rounds, he did not win a single round.

"We will only play five games today. If I win three, it means I have defeated my uncle." Wang Lisu's face was serious and he spoke very seriously.

Cheng Jihe held his son and walked ahead. With a casual glance, he saw a young man coming to the winding bank of the Huanglong River outside the villa.

The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a moon-white robe. It was not gorgeous, but well-cut, which perfectly matched his tall body. He looked like a jade tree, and was particularly outstanding.

The young man came here, stood beside the Huanglong River, looked around, took out a wooden frame, and put a piece of white cloth on it.

"What is this young man going to do?" Cheng Jihe was a little surprised, but he didn't care too much. There was a powerful enemy in front of him on the chessboard and he couldn't afford to be distracted.

Compared with Cheng Jihe, Wang Lisu seemed to be at ease and would occasionally glance at the strange young man by the Huanglong River.

Then he saw the young man take out a few pens and a wooden box. The wooden box was divided into many small compartments, and there were various colors of... paints in them?
Wang Lisu immediately became interested, and from time to time he would play chess and look up.

He discovered that the young man was actually using these colorful pigments to paint the winding area of the surging Huanglong River.

The river meanders, the water flows violently, and waves rise up. Under the sunlight, the waves sparkle, and the wrinkled water lines are like the fine lines of time, ancient and vicissitudes.

The young boy painted, piling up layers of pigments of various colors, gradually outlining a scorching sun in the sky, the banks of the Huanglong River, and the surging river water.

"This painting... is a bit strange." Wang Lisu suddenly spoke.

Cheng Jihe, who had just made a mistake after deep thought, turned around and saw Chen Zhian's painting.

He was already old, and thought that the painting was indeed strange, but it did not have the majestic atmosphere of ink painting, nor the elegant and ethereal aura of red and blue painting. However, he also felt that it was quite rare: "There are countless talented people in Xuantianjing, and this painting is indeed good, with bright colors, different from ink painting."

Wang Lisu nodded and was about to turn around and continue playing chess.

But at this moment, the young man by the river suddenly began to describe the waves.

Where the Huanglong River winds, the water is not as calm as other sections of the river in the city, and there are many waves.

Just like at this moment, the waves are piling up and surging higher and higher, just like a group of brown horses, hooving and raising their manes, neighing and trampling through the river surface, and the splashing water is not brown, but like pearl fragments, crystal clear under the sunlight.

The boy is painting the waves!
But this wave is more than just a wave.

I saw the young man holding a pen and sketching.

Cheng Jihe and Wang Lisu looked at each other almost at the same time and let out a light exclamation.

The two came from Fujian Mountain, one of the Three Mountains and Two Sects, so their cultivation was naturally extraordinary.

Even though they were far away, and even though the sound of the Huanglong River's waves obscured it, the two of them could clearly sense...

In the waves described by the young man, there were actually hidden layers of sword forces. The layers of sword forces contained surging power, as if they were emitting silent roars, and were like rolling snow-capped mountains, stacked layer by layer, as if they were about to soar into the clouds!

"Knife force!"

"The sword moves into the painting!"

The two spoke almost at the same time, interest finally showing in their eyes.

He stopped looking at the chessboard and instead stood up, leaning on the railing of the pavilion, and took a closer look at the young man.

The young man was indeed painting with the power of his knife, and the power of the knife was even becoming more and more violent. The strange painting also showed water splashing everywhere, like a jade dragon breaking through the wall.

Then came wave after wave...

Layer upon layer of sword power!
The layers of knife strokes seem to be very suitable for painting the waves in the Huanglong River. Several huge waves have already appeared on the canvas.

This caused Cheng Jihe and Wang Lisu's expressions to change again.

"What level is it?" Cheng Jihe suddenly asked.

“Ninth level.” Wang Lisu’s expression, which had never changed, finally changed. He exclaimed, “I don’t know which family this young man belongs to. He has mastered the ninth level of sword skills at such a young age. No wonder my uncle-master said that there are many talented people in Xuantian Capital.”

Cheng Jihe nodded in agreement.

The two of them sighed for a few words and thought that the painting was finished.

But the young man actually picked up the pen again and outlined a few wave peaks.

The water splashed from the waves, and the breath flowing out was very sharp.

"Huh? Sword power was used here?" Wang Lisu seemed a little unsure.

Cheng Jihe agreed and said, "Sword force was indeed used, but it was fragmented and never took shape. It can't even be called sword energy. It's still a long way from the real sword force."

Wang Lisu frowned, "Such a beautiful painting of waves with swords, how come this young man added a few incomplete sword strokes, which actually affected the painting."

Cheng Jihe also felt it was a pity: "This young man has such an extraordinary talent in swordsmanship. He has already mastered the ninth level of swordsmanship at such a young age. Why does he need to practice swordsmanship in vain? It is right to specialize in one thing. Otherwise, it will be a waste of time and will be very detrimental to his practice."

"And his sword skills are really poor."

While the two were talking, the young man by the river was still persevering in outlining the crests of the waves, blending into the ridiculous sword moves.

It really ruined the painting.

At this moment on the chessboard, Cheng Jihe's white chess pieces had already been completely defeated. With a few more moves, Cheng Jihe would be in a dead end and would never be able to turn things around.

Cheng Jihe's eyes rolled at this time, and he suddenly snorted coldly and walked down the pavilion.

Wang Lisu frowned and looked at the chessboard: "Uncle Master, the game is not over yet."

Cheng Jihe waved his hands: "I really can't stand it. With such a talent for swordsmanship, you should just practice swordsmanship well, but you have to practice swordsmanship, and it's so incomplete and fragmented."

As he spoke, he walked down the tall building and out of the Jiang Family Villa. Wang Lisu shook his head helplessly, but also went downstairs and followed his uncle.

The two of them came all the way to the bank of the Huanglong River. The young man seemed to have finally finished the painting. He stopped to admire it, nodding occasionally. He seemed quite satisfied and didn't even notice the two of them coming.

"Your painting is very good, but there are many flaws."

Cheng Jihe was not polite and suddenly spoke.

The young man turned around, frowned and asked, "Senior, do you also understand this colorful painting?"

Cheng Jihe was stunned, but said frankly: "I know a little about ink and color, but I don't know how to paint with pigments."

The boy chuckled and turned away.

Wang Lisu could not help but frown. This young man was a little unreasonable, so he said, "Although my uncle does not understand your colorful painting, he can see the knife and incomplete sword moves in your painting.

Since you have already practiced sword skills and have the talent for it, why not practice carefully and incorporate the sword moves into the painting? This painting will be considered a masterpiece.

But you added some unsightly sword moves, which ruined the painting."

Cheng Jihe also nodded deeply: "Young man, the reason why I am talking to you is not because I dislike your poor painting skills, but because I can't bear to see you wasting your time."

"Your sword power is surging and powerful. The fact that you have developed such sword power at such a young age is enough for you to be proud of.

But even if you are proud, you must not go astray. The sword moves you drew are incomplete... Take my advice, don't waste your time on these sword moves."

As he spoke, the young man in front of him finally turned around, looked at the two of them carefully, and bowed again.

"I just offended you two, please don't take it as an offense."

At this point, he looked a little embarrassed again. "Today, I was just painting by looking at the river because I was in a spur of the moment. The sword moves in this painting were also randomly sketched by me on a whim."

“Speaking of which, I have never practiced swordsmanship. The reason why I can draw these few scattered and unformed sword strokes is because I have seen others write characters with sword strokes before, and they were very sharp and vigorous.

When I was painting today, I thought of the sword style in the calligraphy, so I just copied a few strokes casually. "

"You've never practiced sword?" Cheng Jihe's eyes moved, and he said, "You said you've never practiced sword, but a few days ago you saw someone using sword moves in writing, and you sketched out these scattered sword moves?"

The boy nodded.

Wang Lisu couldn't help but ask, "What's your name? What's your family background? Who is your teacher?"

The young man smiled, seeming quite sincere: "My name is Chen Zhian, my father is a teacher in Sunan Prefecture, not from a famous family, and I have never had a master until now."

"Then how did you manage to master the sword skills?" Cheng Jihe was more and more surprised.

"I just learned a sword technique by chance. I practiced it on my own and made some progress." Chen Zhian's smile became more sincere.

The two people from Fu Jianshan looked at each other.

Cheng Jihe suddenly stepped forward and said, "I'll write a word for you, would you like to copy it?"

Chen Zhian took out a brush and handed it to Cheng Jihe, then took out a brand new canvas and put it on the easel.

I saw the old man casually picked up a pen and wrote a word on the canvas.

"sword!"

As each word was written, a sharp aura overflowed, with the sword energy rising and falling. Where the pen tip twisted, wisps of sword energy emanated from it, thrilling.

Chen Zhian couldn't see it clearly, but he could vaguely make out that it contained several sword forces, crisscrossing and extremely powerful.

Chen Zhian, who was just feeling lucky that he had not yet revealed the Eightfold Divine Aura as planned to attract these two seniors here, was now completely attracted by the sword force.

He suddenly remembered that he had once held Wang Xixia's Wanduan sword, and remembered the sword energy that flowed back from his hand when he held the sword.

"This word 'sword'..." Chen Zhian took a deep breath and took the brush from Cheng Jihe's hand.

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Princess Longyue and Jiang Yunjian were also sitting in the pavilion, talking about trivial matters in the palace and on the mountain.

As the third sister of the Jiang family, Princess Longyue has loved Jiang Yunjian very much since childhood, and the relationship between the two of them is the strongest.

But later one of them entered the palace and the other went to Floating Sword Mountain, and since then they only saw each other once in several years.

Jiang Yunjian's personality hasn't changed much. He still has a smile on his face and talks about the advantages of his own master's school.

"Floating Sword Mountain is the fourth mysterious sect of Dayu. The mountain master holds the famous sword [Floating Cloud], has hundreds of disciples, and has teachers at the Jade Palace level to teach me. I have benefited a lot from this."

Princess Long Yue also had a smile on her face, which was dazzling. She nodded and said, "My Yun Jian is naturally talented, otherwise Fu Jian Mountain would not have sent a master to Xuan Tian Jing to accept you as a disciple."

Jiang Yunjian smiled complacently, nodded and said, "I'm not bragging to my sister, but when I first held the sword, I was able to inject my true essence into the sword and create sword energy."

“When I first saw Master’s sword moves on Floating Sword Mountain, I was able to condense the scattered sword moves after just a few glances. Now, I have entered the Unpolished Jade realm, and my sword moves are close to perfection.

I am confident that the next time the Young Tiger Monument is updated, my name, Jiang Yunjian, will definitely be engraved on the monument, and even jump into the top 500."

"You have great potential." Princess Longyue patted his shoulder and said, "You have been practicing since you were nine years old. Now you are only eighteen years old, but you have already achieved a lot. If you can really enter the top five hundred lines on the Young Tiger Monument, I will give you a ten thousand forged sword."

Jiang Yunjian was overjoyed and nodded heavily.

Princess Longyue suddenly felt a little sorry: "It's a pity that after entering the mountain gate, I can't become an official. Otherwise, I can share some of my father's worries."

Jiang Yunjian was about to speak when he suddenly saw a young man coming from the attic, who seemed to be painting by the Huanglong River.

When Princess Longyue saw the young man, her eyes changed a little.

The two of them looked carefully and saw that their expressions changed a lot.

It was not until the two masters from Fujian Mountain left the courtyard that they wrote the word "sword" on the young man's canvas.

Jiang Yunjian just felt that the sword moves in the painting were too scattered and insignificant.

But at this moment, the young man also picked up the pen and wrote the same word "sword" next to the word "sword" written by Uncle Cheng Jihe!

The sword character was initially entangled in a loose thread, and then the side edge swept lightly.

But then, a sharp sword force stretched out from it, like a sword energy gently exhaled, extending slowly, tough and smooth.

Until the last stroke is made!
A powerful sword energy burst out from it, and the word "sword" was actually like a swordsman, standing proudly on the canvas, emitting a sharp sword light!

"The true energy enters the brush, and the sword moves towards perfection!"

“Although I haven’t written out the complete sword moves, I have already entered the sword gate!”

Cheng Jihe and Wang Lisu looked at each other.

On the pavilion, Princess Longyue raised her eyebrows, and Jiang Yunjian was a little confused... Why was the sword force just now only scattered when he sketched the crest of the wave, but now when he was copying the word "sword" from his uncle, the sword force became complete?
Cheng Jihe looked at him for a long time, and finally spoke, frowning and asking, "You really have never practiced swordsmanship? Has no one ever told you that you... you do have some talent in swordsmanship?"

Chen Zhian smiled shyly: "It is true that I have never practiced sword."

"But..." He took out a jade pendant and said, "I once met Senior Wang Xixia of Jingcang Sword Pavilion by chance. I once drew his sword. He gave me this jade pendant and told me to go to Nanshan Province, Jingcang Sword Pavilion by the Helou River."

(End of this chapter)