Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 414: Skirt-Pressing Sword and Sword Intentions Fengming Banquet is over!
[Su Yun said cautiously, "Master Guan, please think twice?"]

[Song Tingting, who was playing the zither, advised gently: "A gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall. Seeing that you are knowledgeable and talented, you must not be impulsive."]

[Cai Huang's eyes flickered, and she recalled the strange sight of two Zhaoming Luans standing intimately on the shoulders of the young man. The pair of divine birds were spiritually savvy and fearless of water and fire. If one was not truly spiritual, how could one be favored by them? However, she looked at the young man's thin back, and she still felt curious.]

[Just now, Zhao Mingluan came and went, I wonder why? ]

[Xie Yuan has a worried look on his face, but he knows your personality and never gets into such a quarrel.]

[Helan Zhenshu also reminded, "Master Guan, if you take back what you said now, I will pretend that I didn't hear it."]

[“Even though Pei Feng is a waste, there are lives lost under his sword.”]

[He laughed coldly, "You are a young man raised in a secluded place. I'm afraid you have never even seen blood, right?"]

【Liu Yuan said with a smile, "Why are you so angry, Master Guan? We still have a few fine horses from the Great Sui Dynasty in our mansion. How about we consider it as an apology to you?"】

[You just said, "Thank you for your kindness, Prince, but life is short. Even if you read all the books of sages, you can only ask for——"]

【“The thought is clear!”】

【After hearing this, Xie Yuan knew that he couldn’t persuade you, so he just said, “Watch out, brother Guan!”】

[“No problem!”]

【Liu Yuan frowned slightly and stopped talking.】

[There was a cold light in Helan Zhenshu's eyes, "Since Master Guan is determined to compete, Pei Feng, you should also show your skills. Don't lose face for this prince."]

[“Also, the competition is a small matter, but don’t really hurt Master Guan, or I will hold you accountable.”]

[This sentence is said with a chilling chill. ]

[Helan Zhenshu targeted Xie Guan today, and even set up a killing plan at the banquet, allowing Pei Feng to assassinate him under the guise of sword dancing——]

[The dagger is revealed when the picture is revealed! ]

[He and Xie Guan had no grudges against each other, but the Xie family, one of the nine major families, wanted to kill this bastard.]

[If Xie Guan had the Xie family standing behind him, he might have been a little more cautious. But now that the Xie family has acquiesced, a mere unpopular bastard can be killed at will——]

[Since he can do the Xie family a favor, now is the critical time for him to return to Changshengtian as a hostage. The attitude of the Daqi court is ambiguous. ]

[The support of the Nine Great Surnames is undoubtedly important. ]

[I thought I had missed this opportunity, and now Xie Guan is asking for death, and he is so righteous, he is as stupid as a pig. ]

[Pei Feng accepted the order with a grim smile. He slowly straightened up and wiped the blood on his lips with his thumb, leaving a scarlet streak at the corner of his mouth. There was murderous intent in his eyes - he understood his master's intentions too well.]

[In today's training ground, Xie Guan must die here. ]

[Xie Guan, this is the road to your own death! ]

[Su Yun turned his head calmly and whispered a few words to the three sword-wielding guards in front of him. The sword-wielding black-clothed man nodded silently, his knuckles already pressing on the hilt of the sword.]

【Seeing this, Su Yun felt relieved. 】

[Everyone in the field tacitly stepped back, leaving a space of several feet on the bluestone ground.]

[The breeze swirled the fallen leaves between the two of them, and fish swam in the lake, causing ripples.]

[Su Shishi's eyes were filled with worry. How could she have expected that today's party would turn into such a situation.]

[Pei Feng grabbed with his five fingers, and the long sword on the ground flew into his palm with a clang. The sword was as cold as water, and it was hit by the arrow just now without any bending, leaving only a white mark on the edge of the blade.]

【It must be a good sword! 】

[He Xin made a sword flower with his hand, and the sound of the sword ringing was piercing.]

【You walk into the arena with nothing in your hands. 】

[“You want to catch my sword with your bare hands?”]

[Pei Feng narrowed his eyes, the tip of his sword trembling slightly. When warriors of the same realm fight with weapons against unarmed, it is already a sign of victory, not to mention——]

[He carefully looked at your figure: your steps were light and unsteady, not like those of a martial artist, your knuckles were white without calluses, and there was no trace of innate energy flowing through your body. How could you be a martial artist? ]

[You scan the field. If you don't have a sword in your hand, your spiritual power will be exposed. Otherwise, you only have three moves of "Taizu Shengyuan Zhuang".]

[“Can I borrow your sword?”]

[Helan Zhenshu folded his arms across his chest and sneered, but he had no intention of resolving the situation.]

[“Master Guan, you use a sword but don’t carry it with you, what’s that!”]

【Xie Yuan was also full of doubts. He had never seen you use a sword, and he didn't know when you learned swordsmanship.】

[Su Yun was about to raise his hand to signal his attendant when he suddenly heard a clear female voice coming from the side——]

[“I don’t have a sword, but I do have a short blade that I can use.”]

[After saying this, she actually hid a three-inch gilded knife from the thigh binding of her men's tights. The scabbard was inlaid with jewels or carvings, and the handle was decorated with tassels.]

[In Bianjing, women in the boudoir wore small knives between their skirts, decorated with gold and jade, also called "skirt-pressing knives."]

[You nodded, "Thank you, girl."]

[She unsheathed the knife and threw it to you. You caught it with your backhand, and your fingertips touched the blood groove engraved on the blade. The edge of the blade forged with fine steel was shining coldly, and it was clearly a sharp weapon that had drunk blood.]

[“Nice knife!” You flick the blade with your finger. ]

[Li Qinlan then realized that she had somehow lent her personal sword to Xie Guan, and she quickly lowered her eyes to hide her feelings.]

[Perhaps, he couldn't bear to see this young man being bullied by others, so this short blade was indeed much sharper than the standard swords used by ordinary guards.]

[Pei Feng didn't care, he just adjusted his breath to avoid the situation just now. ]

[Helan Zhenshu said, "Let's start!"]

[Everyone's hearts tensed, staring at the two people.]

[Before Helan Zhenshu finished speaking, Pei Feng's sword tip had already turned into a cold light and went straight to his throat! ]

【“Despicable!” Xie Yuan shouted angrily. 】

[Li Qinlan is extremely nervous. This blow will reveal the outcome——]

[Is it the youthful spirit, or is it that the real person does not reveal his true colors? ]

[In a flash, the gilded short blade drew a crescent-like arc of light. "Zheng!" The collision of metal and stone produced several sparks, and Pei Feng's sword, which was determined to win, was actually blocked firmly! ]

[“Brother Guan, you actually know swordsmanship?!”]

【Xie Yuan's eyes widened. Two figures were fighting in the field. Amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, Xie Guan turned his wrist slightly. The three-inch short blade was as easy to use as an arm in his hand. Every time he blocked, he accurately intercepted Pei Feng's killing move.】

[Su Yun's tense shoulders finally relaxed a little - at least at this moment, Xie Guan would not be humiliated in public.]

[In the field, Pei Feng's sword momentum suddenly changed, and the three-foot-long green sword transformed into three long swords in the rapid dance, pouring down like a rainstorm. This is his famous skill, and he is using it with all his strength at this moment, obviously with the intention of killing.]

[Fight for more than ten moves!]

[But the weird thing is——][Pei Feng's palms felt numb, and he was horrified. His sword was enough to shatter the arm bones of an ordinary warrior and throw a giant bull into the sky, but the right hand of the boy holding the blade did not move at all! ]

[“Interesting…” Liu Yuan tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingertips, a hint of gloom flashing across his eyes.]

[You calmly block the sword shadows all over the sky, and the gilded short blade spins lightly in your palm. Although the opponent's sword is fast, there is always a millimeter gap between each sword light. ]

[You suddenly understand. The sword principles that the eighth sword will in your heart had pointed out when you were fighting against each other usually seemed so profound at this moment.]

[Pei Feng's dazzling killing moves, in your eyes, are like a child holding a stick, full of flaws——]

[After all, you are on par with him in terms of martial arts, but your soul realm is far superior to his.]

[The battle of the six realms of martial arts is ultimately limited to the changes in moves. Only by entering the upper three realms can one reach the mysterious realm of qi interaction and sword intent.]

【Concentrate the sword intent.】

[You have seen magicians and others fight each other, but Pei Feng's attack is a bit childish, and it is still within the scope of the moves. ]

[Helan Zhenshu's face was gloomy.]

[Pei Feng rolled up the sword in his hand again, and with a flip of his right hand, the sword unexpectedly flew out from his left sleeve. The long sword suddenly accelerated and stabbed forward.]

【“Hundred-step flying sword!”】

[Xie Yuan secretly thought that this was not good. This was also Pei Feng's famous skill, a killer move. I don't know how many people in the black market fell under this move.]

[You swing your short blade and use one of the two sir's nine swords in a three-point shape.]

[Above the Skirt Pressing Knife, there was a faint sound of birds chirping, as if a phoenix was hovering above it, flapping its wings as if it was about to fly.]

[This is exactly what happened when Mr. Er stepped into the Changshengtian grassland and saw the mighty wind. He was moved and realized the seventh sword - Wind Sound.]

[“The phoenix flies through the clouds, and the sound of the wind can be heard thousands of miles away.”]

[This sword is as fast as a phoenix flying through the clouds, arriving in an instant. But you did not fully exert its power, but just lightly pressed the short blade and threw it casually.]

[You dodged his flying sword sideways, but his speed did not slow down, and he shot out of the thick willow tree behind you, tearing half of it apart.]

[You can see how powerful it is. ]

【Xie Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, and seeing that you were fine, he turned around and was shocked.】

[Pei Feng staggered back three steps, his pupils contracted violently. He raised his head stiffly, and between his eyebrows was a half-broken gilded short blade. The handle was still trembling, and a line of hot blood was winding down the bridge of his nose.]

[“Huh…Huh…”, he made a drowning sound in his throat, and scratched his neck in vain with both hands. This black market-famous fast swordsman was now wailing like his former opponents: “Don’t fight me, I lose!”]

[Before he finished speaking, blood suddenly gushed out of his seven orifices. ]

[Like a skin bag with its bones taken out, it fell to the ground with a loud bang.]

[You walked forward slowly, grasped the broken blade, and slowly pulled it out from between Pei Feng's eyebrows. The blade casually brushed against the bloodstained robe, and then it regained its cold light.]

【Suddenly, a ray of gray soul light floated out from the corpse. You slightly hooked your fingertips, and the "Bird of Prey Eating Corpse Method" in the "Yin Fu Jing" quietly operated, and the soul light sank into the spirit platform like a swallow returning to its nest. The few points of the soul cultivation that Pei Feng had cultivated hard now became the lamp oil that nourished your divine fire.】

[Although it was not the first time that Xie Yuan had seen a dead person, he still felt a little uncomfortable, and a feeling welled up in his throat.]

[Several courtesans covered their faces with their sleeves, not daring to look directly at them.]

[On the contrary, Su Shishi's face was calm. This princess from the former Sui Dynasty had certainly seen swordplay before.]

[For the first time, Helan Zhenshu truly looked at you. He didn't care about Pei Feng's death. A broken sword was nothing.]

[Li Qinlan opened her mouth slightly, her eyes filled with astonishment - Xie Guan, who was not even twenty years old, had already touched the threshold of sword intent! Although the "Wind Sound" just now was a knife instead of a sword, the true meaning of the sword contained in it had clearly reached the realm of "the intention precedes the sword".]

[She unconsciously stroked the scabbard with her fingertips. She knew that even if she used all her strength, the odds of winning or losing were still fifty-fifty.]

[But the Xie family's bastard who was rumored to be bullied should not have any martial arts skills!]

[You walk over and say, "Thank you, Miss Li, for lending me your knife."]

[Su Yun came back to his senses and looked at you with complicated eyes.]

[He found that he had underestimated this Master Guan. Not only was he a poet, but his martial arts skills were also very good even among the younger generation in Bian Jing.]

【This Xie Guanzang is so deep!】

[Su Yun smiled and said, "The beauty gave me the skirt-pressing knife, how can I repay Ying Qiongyao?"]

[When Li Qinlan heard this as she took the short blade, the body temperature remaining on the handle actually made her face flush.]

[Su Yun looked at Helan Zhenshu, "Prince Helan, what do you think?"]

[Helan Zhenshu clapped his hands and laughed, "You are inferior to others in skills, damn it!"]

[The guards behind him were dragging Pei Feng away like a dead dog, leaving a dark red bloodstain on the ground.]

[Helan Zhenshu looked at you, smiled "sincerely", and said, "Master Guan, you won't bear a grudge against me, will you?"]

[“Judging from your generosity, you will certainly not take this little misunderstanding to heart.”]

[You nodded, "Of course!"]

[Helan Zhenshu's face froze and his brows furrowed, "Do you really want to go against me?"]

[You slowly said, "A gentleman repays evil with kindness. How can you repay kindness?"]

[Helan Zhenshu didn't say much, just gave you a cold look and left with his men.]

【Seeing this, Liu Yuan shook his head helplessly and said, "This matter was caused by me, but it ended in a bad way. I am really sorry. Seeing you, it was supposed to be an elegant thing to recite poems and compose couplets, but I didn't expect it to be so disappointing."】

[“I will bring a generous gift tomorrow to express my apology.”]

[Through the previous confrontation, he had already seen Xie Guan's character.]

【Some people are destined not to be friends. 】

【Liu Yuan did not choose to stop Helan Zhenshu, but he had already made his choice.】

【It is not worth it to thank you now. 】

[Liu Yuan bowed and said goodbye. Kong Du pushed the wheelchair behind him and left together.]

[Su Yun looked at Liu Yuan's receding back and couldn't help but sigh. He admired his talent and respected his character, but he forgot that he was in the court and had no control over his own affairs.]

【It seems that different positions lead to different standpoints. 】

[You and Xie Yuan were also about to say goodbye and leave. The woman in the colorful skirt was about to say something but stopped herself from saying it.]

[Song Tingting called you, she lowered her head shyly, holding two things tightly in her hands, and said softly: "I admire your talent and learning, and I have nothing else to give you, only this 'five-color pen' and this sachet, I wish you success in the imperial examination and rise to a higher position."]

[The five-color pen in the imperial examination symbolizes the ability to write brilliant articles, while the sachet is often seen as a token of love. In brothels, giving a sachet as a gift is also a token of a woman's lifelong love.]

【Xie Yuan saw this and winked at you. This Song Tingting is the most beautiful woman in the capital. Whether it is her figure or her appearance, she is the best among the beauties in Bianjing.】

[You just shook your head and declined politely: "Thank you for your kindness, Miss, but Xie Guan has no intention of taking the imperial examinations, nor does he have the intention of starting a family."]

[Su Yun was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that you had no intention of taking the imperial examination.]

(End of this chapter)