eurekapd Chapter 130: Southern Rain and Mist, Lingnan Mist (1)
Chapter 130: Southern Rain and Mist, Lingnan Mist (1)
South Jue, towards Su Town.
After Ye Dingzhi returned to the south, it was already early winter in Beili. After the heavy snow, the north wind blew stronger and stronger.
But Nan Jue was as hot and humid as usual, and a rainstorm came suddenly, imprisoning the master and disciple in the misty rain.
Yu Shengmo's originally cold face suddenly warmed up when he saw his disciple wearing a conical hat and white clothes appear in front of him while he was standing under the eaves of a teahouse.
"How do you know that my master is in Chaosu Town?"
Yu Shengmo held up the black dragon umbrella and gently covered Ye Dingzhi's head.
Ye Dingzhi smiled:
"Of course, I am your disciple!"
The rain demon smiled:
"Did Li Changsheng teach you any skills that made you return to Nan Jue in such a hurry?"
Ye Dingzhi was too embarrassed to tell his master about the failed assassination attempt on King Qing. He simply took out the yellowed old sword manual from his bosom and handed it to Yu Shengmo:
"Before leaving, he gave me this sword manual and told me not to follow my master's old path..."
"This is... "Poetry and Sword Technique"? "
Yu Shengmo took the sword manual and looked at it, he was shocked!
He was a well-known master of the Southern Art, so he had naturally heard of the legend of the poet and swordsman Li Xuan who "broken the nine heavens with one sword" 120 years ago:
When Li Xuanjing entered the Shenyouxuan realm and slew the Sword Demon in Jiuxiao City, he used one sword to split the sky and cut the clouds in the nine heavens!
According to the legend among the people in the city, Li Xuan cut all the clouds in the sky into two with one sword, and then it rained heavily for ten days and ten nights. Everyone said that it was because Li Xuan cut a hole in the sky with one sword, which was why it kept raining!
Therefore, later generations wrote a poem: It rained continuously for ten days in Mobei, and then Li Xuan became the sword immortal!
Yu Shengmo picked up the sword manual and flipped through it, his face full of disbelief:
"Li Changsheng actually gave you this sword manual that only exists in legends? This..."
After flipping through a few pages, I suddenly felt as if my life force had been drained away, and I sighed dejectedly:
"Alas... this is actually a real sword manual! It seems that I am destined to never defeat Li Changsheng in this life!"
"Li Changsheng, Li Changsheng... the disciple who casually gave the peerless sword manual to his opponent, this confidence is enough to crush all my pride!"
Yu Shengmo's face was full of helplessness and sadness, and Ye Dingzhi hurriedly comforted him:
"Master, you are already the Southern Sword Immortal. Apart from Li Changsheng, there are only a few people in the world who can defeat you. Why are you so persistent..."
Yu Shengmo smiled bitterly, stuffed the Poetry Sword Art back into Ye Dingzhi's hand, and gently turned the Black Dragon Umbrella with his right hand and said:
"Silly disciple, you naturally don't understand now...When you reach the same level of cultivation as Master, perhaps you will understand."
Ye Dingzhi remained silent upon hearing this. He was only at the Ninth Sky Realm now, and still had a long way to go before reaching the Half-Step Divine Wandering Realm.
The rain in Nan Jue's place stopped and started. While the two were talking, the wind started to blow and the clouds parted. The sudden downpour that had just been coming down stopped in less than a quarter of an hour.
Ye Dingzhi raised his head and looked up at the sky:
"Master, the rain has stopped!"
Yu Sheng Mo did not put away the Black Dragon Umbrella, and his lips moved:
"Yeah, the rain just stopped and some annoying guys started chasing us!"
Ye Dingzhi was shocked when he heard this and didn't understand what it meant.
Yu Shengmo shook his wrist slightly, and a cluster of water droplets fell from the Black Dragon Umbrella. He raised his hand to hold the water droplets, and the water droplets seemed to be given life and suddenly turned into a water dragon over a foot long!
Ye Dingzhi stared at the tumbling water dragon in Yu Shengmo's hand and asked:
"Master, is this... an enemy coming?"
Yu Sheng Mo chuckled and said:
"That guy standing with a sword fifty steps behind you in the alley has been chasing me for four days and three nights. I don't bother to pay attention to him!"
"Today, while I was meeting you here, I actually caught up with you..."
Ye Dingzhi suddenly turned around, and the alley behind him was exactly as Yu Shengmo had described.
A thin man in a green shirt stood there, holding a black sword in his arms.
"Ling Yan, the martial arts fanatic from Lufeng City, I wonder how this kid got the news that my master had returned to Nan Jue from Tianqi and followed me all the way from the border to here."
Ye Ding was startled:
"Isn't this the Nan Jue prodigal who is obsessed with martial arts? Although his cultivation is not weak, he is only at the Fuyao realm. How can he have the confidence to challenge the master?"
As soon as Ye Dingzhi finished speaking, the young man named Ling Yan flashed to within five steps of the master and disciple!
"Yushengmo, I followed you all the way, why did you avoid fighting?"
Ling Yan spoke in a rude tone, pointing the long sword in his hand directly at Yu Shengmo's eyebrows.
Ye Dingzhi's eyes turned cold and he was about to draw out the Zhenwu Sword when he was stopped by Yu Shengmo.
Ling Yan glanced at Ye Dingzhi with contempt, and then the long sword in his hand suddenly spit out a three-foot sword light, stabbing straight at Yu Shengmo.
As the true energy in Yu Shengmo's hand moved, Ye Dingzhi stepped aside. Then he raised one hand, and the water dragon in his hand seemed to be about to fly out:
"Yes, there are always many people in the world who think that their ideal opponent is just so-so, until they actually fight each other and then they understand--"
"Before the fight, it's like a frog in a well watching the sun and the moon. It's nothing more than that~"
"After the fight, I realized that I was like an ant seeing the sky!"
As soon as the last word "天" came out of Yu Shengmo's mouth, the water dragon in his hand flew out like an arrow!
Ye Dingzhi only had time to hear the sound of something cutting through the air before he saw the water dragon crash into the sword light that Wu Chi Ling Yan was thrusting towards him!
"Keng!"
The long sword in his hand was only driven by the true energy, and the three-foot sword light dissipated into the air.
Ling Yan's eyes widened, and the sword in his hand was hit by the water dragon of Yu Shengmo, leaving several pea-sized holes!
"clang!"
The black sword in Ling Yan's hand fell to the ground, creating a cloud of water mist!
He slowly lowered his head and looked at his chest in disbelief.
The water dragon also turned the water into water droplets there, creating four or five pea-sized holes, and blood was flowing out!
"Oh!"
Ling Yan's thin body lost balance and fell heavily to the ground. His bulging blood-red eyes were still staring at Yu Shengmo.
"There are so many people like him along the way, some of them are overconfident, so you should take action on my behalf!"
Yu Shengmo held up the Black Dragon Umbrella with a cold expression.
Ye Dingzhi nodded, glanced at Ling Yan who had just fallen to the ground, and tightened the Zhenwu sword in his hand.
As soon as the master and his disciple left the alley, Ye Dingzhi, who had been frowning, suddenly asked:
"Master, why have you never been willing to teach me the Magic Fairy Sword Technique?"
Yu Shengmo was walking in front, but his steps suddenly stopped and he sighed softly:
"I couldn't beat Li Changsheng back then, so I practiced the Magic Fairy Sword. In a year, my power increased by 60%, but I still couldn't beat Li Changsheng."
After saying this, Yu Shengmo suddenly turned around and looked at Ye Dingzhi intently:
"If you want to be stronger than Master, don't follow Master's old ways. The Poetry and Sword Art is right before your eyes, so why would you practice the Demonic Immortal Sword that backfires on you?"
Ye Dingzhi suddenly knelt on the ground and said anxiously:
"Master, the Poetry Sword Technique can indeed be called a unique sword technique in the world, but... if my cultivation level is below the half-step divine wandering, it will be difficult for me to master this peerless sword technique!"
"That girl is going to marry Prince Beili. I... Master, I don't have that much time!"
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