My practice narration is weird.

Chapter 474 You are dying
Lu Caiwei paused slightly, stretched out her hand, and stopped Qu Wuyi who was behind her.

The figure in a gray robe emerged, and it turned out to be a middle-aged man, but his temples were already gray.

Block their way now.

There was a hint of doubt in the girl's bright eyes, and she obviously didn't know what the other party meant.

But Lu Caiwei did not speak either. She was not good at talking. At this moment, her eyes were only on the sword under the other person's feet.

A very old sword.

Lu Caiwei didn't say anything, and Qu Wuyi looked alert, so the man in gray robe spoke softly, with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"Girl, have you and I met before?"

The voice was gentle and non-hostile.

Lu Caiwei shook her head.

She hadn't met the other person.

Is it……

The gray-robed swordsman's eyes remained puzzled, but after a moment he let go of his doubts, with a hint of self-amusement in his eyes.

Yeah, how could I have seen it before.

He is an ancient practitioner who has survived for countless years, while the other party is clearly a practitioner of this world, both of them are very young, and they live in different eras.

But what about the familiar scene in my mind just now?

There was a hint of thought in the gray-robed swordsman's eyes, and then he uttered a light "huh" to himself.

I felt vaguely familiar with it just now, but now I can't remember it at all.

It's like accidentally walking through a place you have never been to before, but you have a sense of déjà vu in your mind.

Strange things.

The gray-robed swordsman no longer bothered about such questions, but after all, he was the one who stopped the other party abruptly. If he just asked if he had seen the other party before, it would be a bit awkward.

Then the gray-robed swordsman's gaze fell on the woman's sword again.

Two swords.

"Are you a swordsman?"

Hearing this, Lu Caiwei tilted her head and still said nothing, with a look of great confusion on her little face.

The value of this sentence is as puzzling as what job you do, Master.

The old swordsman in gray robe realized what question he had asked. His expression became more and more embarrassed. He coughed lightly and took out the token in his hand again.

"Isn't this what you came for?"

This is another very frustrating problem.

Lu Caiwei's expression was relatively calm, but Qu Wuyi's face behind her had revealed an extremely confused expression.

The old swordsman was a little slow to realize it. Although all the practitioners in Dayan should know that the token was strange and caused the dispute, why did he go up to ask when others didn't come to grab it?
There was only the whistling sound of the wind in the air. After a long silence, Lu Caiwei finally responded calmly.

"No."

Uh-huh…no.

The old swordsman in gray robe nodded, remained silent for a while, and finally spoke through gritted teeth.

"Try the sword."

His original purpose was to take advantage of the other party's attempt to snatch the token so as to see how far this sword cultivator of the future could go.

But the other party didn't rob him, and he felt helpless.

Regarding the sword, Lu Caiwei responded very quickly. Her voice was a little difficult and very slow, but at least she didn't stutter.

"I, can't defeat, you." The girl said slowly.

Although Lu Caiwei doesn't speak, she is not stupid.

The conversation between Ye Wuyou and Qu Wuyi along the way had already explained everything, and the little stutterer must have understood it.

Lu Caiwei couldn't see through the other party's practice.

But definitely better than myself.

Is he a cultivator from a very long time ago, like Pulao?

Stopping me at this moment... even saying some ridiculous words.

Lu Caiwei's little brain was spinning, and finally she made the right decision.

Can’t win, prepare to run away.

The gray-robed swordsman saw the fear in the other party's eyes and looked helpless. In the end, he could only speak in a very calm voice.

"No need to practice, just try out the sword moves and sword intentions."

Having said that, the man in gray robe did not give Lu Caiwei time to respond and was the first to draw his sword.

If we don't take action now, the other party will really run away.

If Lu Caiwei ran away, where would Man Dayan find such a young swordsman at the peak of the sixth realm?

The sword moves in his hand were indeed exquisite, but he really didn't reveal any aura at all.

Lu Caiwei finally drew her sword.

Sword moves against sword moves, nothing more.

The initial exquisite moves changed again and again.

But gradually they all returned to the initial beginning of learning sword.

Lift, pull, pick, press. Stab, chop, tap, collapse.

Cut, cloud, hang, rack.

Hold the sword in a bow stance, swing the sword in a false stance, and jump to follow the sword.

Sword shadows were flying everywhere, and even without using any Qi at all, the surrounding floating clouds were constantly swayed by the sword intent.

Qu Wuyi was in mid-air, having just gotten off the flying boat. Although she did not know how to use swordsmanship, she was dazzled by the sword moves of the two men. She spread out paper and pen in the air, and her hands flew around.

Finally I caught some big news.

The title is all figured out.

【Battle of Luo River】

[The strongest swordsman in ancient times vs. the strongest female swordsman in modern times]

As for whether it is the strongest.

It doesn’t matter, just make the most of the gimmick first.

The sword shadows crossed for a moment and then dispersed.

There was a sound of surprise and hearty laughter.

"Little girl, you used a total of 72 sword moves, right?"

Lu Caiwei nodded silently, put away the sword in her hand, took a pen and paper from the side, wrote and spread out the paper.

"You only used thirteen swords."

Later, Lu Caiwei added.

"I am not as good as you in sword moves."

Lu Caiwei admitted it readily.

From the simple competition just now, she also realized that the opponent was deliberately feeding her moves.

He displayed the thirteen swords he mastered in different ways.

The gray-robed swordsman nodded and shook his head.

He nodded because the other party really saw through his moves, which were going back and forth but were ultimately changing within the thirteen sword moves.

I shake my head because...

"not necessarily."

Just now, he was indeed better than Lu Caiwei in terms of sword moves alone.

Of course, this victory does not mean that thirteen is less than seventy-two. Sword moves are not about who has the bigger number, but about truly suppressing the opponent.

but.

The gray-robed old swordsman's gaze fell on the long sword on Lu Caiwei's back. His eyes froze slightly, and then he said thoughtfully.

"You carry two swords on your back, but you never draw them. Your seventy-two sword moves are seventy-two variations, but this is only for one hand."

"If you use both hands and separate the two swords, the seventy-two moves will become one hundred and forty-four. The moves will be even more unpredictable, far beyond the level you are showing now."

There was a hint of surprise in Lu Caiwei's eyes, but she did not respond.

The gray-robed old swordsman said again.

"Have you cultivated the sword intent now?"

After seeing Lu Caiwei nod, the gray-robed swordsman showed a look of relief on his face.

He was about to speak, but his expression suddenly changed. He covered his face with his hands to suppress his incessant coughing.

After a moment, the old swordsman slowly withdrew his hand, flicked his sleeves slightly, and put the red on his palm behind his back.

The old swordsman in gray robe smiled faintly, as if nothing had happened.

"You know what? When I accept a disciple, I don't look at realm or aptitude for cultivation. I only look at the talent for swordsmanship and sword intent and sword heart. After all, realm can be forcibly improved, even if the years are wasted, but sword intent is not easy to cultivate."

"You have achieved such accomplishments at such a young age. If you were born earlier, I would have accepted you as my apprentice."

There was some regret in his voice.

But Lu Caiwei only responded briefly.

"I have a master."

After the words fell, the girl hugged the sword and bowed, thanking the other party for teaching her the sword moves.

"You're... dying."

Lu Caiwei said straightforwardly, then turned around and walked away with Qu Wuyi on her sword.

When the words fell into his ears, the old swordsman in gray robe was slightly stunned. He did not look angry at all, but instead had a faint helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.

If the other party was born earlier, he would have wanted to take Lu Caiwei as his apprentice.

Yes.

If only it were earlier.

Because right now, he's dying.

The old swordsman in gray robe took out the token, stared at it, and finally put it in his pocket.

He looked up at the sky.

Several figures appeared and disappeared in the clouds.

Do you like this token?
"Boring..."

(End of this chapter)