The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 303: The Scholars on the Painting Boat: A Group of Vulgar People.
Outside Jiaxing City, everything is green.

The misty rain that had just stopped condensed into crystal clear water droplets on the branches and leaves of grass and trees.

creak!

Puff puff!
The wheels rolled over, the grass leaves bent, and the water droplets scatter.

Wheels and big feet passed by one after another, crushing the green grass leaves into the yellow mud and water, mixing them together.

A team of hundreds of people marched slowly along the grassy plains in the forest, surrounded by several exquisitely carved carriages pulled by tall horses.

Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan were not used to riding in such luxurious and exquisite vehicles, so they strode forward and led the way.

They all knew that Xu Xingchen did this just to experience a different form of life. Although they were a little puzzled in their hearts, they didn't say much.

After all, many people in the martial arts world have some strange hobbies, so it is normal for Xu Xingchen to have one like him.

The seven masters were walking in front, and it was impossible for Guo Jing to continue riding a horse, so he followed Huang Rong.

Bao Xiruo, Li Ping, Mu Nianci and other women were sitting in a car, while Yang Tiexin and Yang Kang, a father and son who were close but not close, were following them.

There was only one man, Xu Xingchen, sitting comfortably in a carved carriage in the middle, listening attentively to the wonderful music coming from the front and back.

After ten years of leisurely life in the desert, he finally freed himself from the role of a top student and was able to enjoy a different life from a different perspective and in a different way.

This should be considered progress for him.

Half an hour later, they arrived at a sparsely populated lake.

The terrain here is flat, and the trees are hundreds of feet away all around. It is a great place to show your skills.

Huh~~!

The white curtain moved, and Xu Xingchen's figure jumped out of the carriage, passed over the heads of a group of servants, maids, and guards, and landed lightly on the grass in front.

Qiu Chuji, who was waiting there, had his eyes light up and praised: "Mr. Xu, you have really good Qinggong!"

"Thank you! I have heard of Quanzhen Sect's Golden Goose Skill for a long time!" Xu Xingchen said modestly, thinking to himself, "The Huashan Sword Skill and Huashan Mentality Skill that I learned back then have a lot to do with your Quanzhen Sect."

However, his martial arts had been updated and iterated several times, and the shadows of Huashan swordsmanship and Huashan mental skills had long disappeared. If he did not deliberately practice them, he would not be able to find any trace of them at all.

Xu Xingchen and Qiu Chuji stood in the middle of the grass, three feet apart.

Everyone else stepped back and watched intently.

Among them, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan were the most excited, and they all thought to themselves, "Back then, the seven of us fought against you alone, and it was only a draw; today, let's see how many moves you, Qiu Chuji, can take under Master Xu's hands."

Ma Yu and Wang Chuyi had the most complicated feelings. They were somewhat worried about Qiu Chuji's aggressiveness, but they also secretly hoped that this most powerful junior (senior) brother among the Seven Quanzhen Masters could fight for their Quanzhen Sect.

Yang Kang stood behind Yang Tiexin, staring coldly at the two people on the grass, feeling hatred in his heart.

"These two people attacked me one after another, trying to stop me from becoming a little prince. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"

"It would be best if you two fight to the death."

Not to mention the resentment in Yang Kang’s heart.

Choking!

The long sword was unsheathed, drew a perfect arc in the air, and rolled into Qiu Chuji's hand.

Qiu Chuji raised his sword, pointed the tip of the sword at the ground, and said in a deep voice: "Master Xu, I have heard from Senior Brother Ma and Senior Brother Wang that your martial arts skills are extremely high; therefore, I will not be polite!"

Xu Xingchen left the Dragon Slaying Sword in the carved carriage, extended his left hand slightly, and said, "Please!"

Qiu Chuji soared into the air, his figure like a golden goose crossing the sky, and rushed to within a few feet of Xu Xingchen at high speed. With a flash of sword light, seven or eight cold stars whistled through the air and pierced Xu Xingchen's left and right shoulders, lower abdomen, and legs.
Xu Xingchen's footsteps swayed, and his body moved three feet sideways in the air to avoid Qiu Chuji's attack; then he stretched out his right arm, and his iron fist broke through the sky and hit Qiu Chuji's shoulder.

Qiu Chuji reacted extremely quickly. His body rose ten feet into the air before he even hit the ground. The sword light that pierced the air suddenly circled and slashed towards Xu Xingchen's fist.

Ordinary martial artists, when they leap into the air, can only slide forward or fall downwards by inertia, but the Quanzhen Sect's Golden Goose Skill can use the internal force running through the body to lift one's body ten feet into the air.
This is the essence of Quanzhen martial arts!
Xu Xingchen did not dodge. He opened his fist and flicked his five fingers in the air, like blooming lotus flowers, tinkling and bouncing on the sides of the sword lights that were rushing towards him.

The sword lights suddenly dissipated in the violent tremors, revealing the long sword body.

Both sides moved quickly and swiftly!

Qiu Chuji's body was like a golden goose flying across the sky, sometimes turning halfway, sometimes rising suddenly, agile and swift, always able to catch people off guard and attack them when they are unprepared.

The long sword in his hand emitted sharp and unmatched sword lights. He used an entry-level Quanzhen sword technique to make it flash with cold light and dazzle the eyes, which was comparable to the famous skills of many people in the martial arts world.

From this we can see that Qiu Chuji is worthy of being the one with the highest martial arts skills among the Seven Quanzhen Masters, and has already practiced the martial arts of his sect to the level of perfection.

The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan watched with gleaming eyes, and they were secretly evaluating in their hearts: "I haven't seen Qiu Chuji for 18 years, and his martial arts have become more amazing and terrifying." "Although our martial arts have improved a lot, I'm afraid we still don't have much chance of winning against Qiu Chuji."

Xu Xingchen's martial arts are simple and plain, like the most common punches and kicks in the martial arts world, but every move is powerful and skillful.

He used the Four Elephant Steps that was taught to Guo Jing, which was a simple move to dodge in four directions: front, back, left, and right. Because of the different angles and expanded directions, he created more space to dodge.

He attacked with both fists in succession, yet was able to deftly switch between his palms and fingers. With his keen eyesight and amazing courage, he fought against Qiu Chuji's sharp sword light with his bare hands.

Both sides are now only making tentative moves. Without "transformation", both their strength and speed are extremely limited.

In this case, the two people compete in the techniques and variations of martial arts moves.

The two of them were very fast, and in just a short while, they had exchanged dozens of moves.

Qiu Chuji only felt that his sword skills were becoming faster and faster, and the changes were becoming more and more subtle; even his body movements seemed to have surpassed his usual self-cultivation and reached an extremely smooth state.

This battle seemed to be extremely enjoyable. Every move and every style could be performed at will, and the opponent's reaction was all within his expectations, allowing his sword skills to be displayed continuously like flowing water.

"It feels so good! It feels so good."

Qiu Chuji shouted in his heart with joy, but his expression became more and more solemn, and the gleam in his eyes became more and more sharp.

".But, this kind of pleasure is not what I want."

".This kind of pleasure was brought about by Master Xu."

"My martial arts, my swordsmanship, and even my lightness skills, every move and every change in style are all under his control."

"so."

“The reality is the other way around.”

"It's not that I anticipated all of his movements and reactions; it's that my martial arts moves were all within his expectations."

".Terrible! Terrible!"

"How can this person's martial arts be so powerful?"

The more the battle went on, the more shocked Qiu Chuji became. In a trance, the opponent in front of him seemed to have become a figure he was very familiar with.

His master Wang Chongyang!
This was how his master felt when he practiced with him.
On the grass.
The two figures flashed like wind, lightning, and thunder, moving quickly back and forth, and suddenly moving east and west.

The sword light is sharp, the changes are exquisite, complex and unparalleled; the fist wind is whistling, rushing forward, revealing a simple and domineering artistic conception.

The people around were watching with great concentration.

Although Guo Jing had seen his master fight several times before, he still felt that he benefited a lot from watching the two fight.

Huang Rong's heart was originally on Guo Jing. When she saw the two men's competition, her eyes rolled around and she thought to herself, "Qiu Chuji's martial arts are pretty good. He can actually fight like this with Guo Jing's master."

"However, compared to the martial arts of my Peach Blossom Island, these two are somewhat inferior."

Thinking of this, her mood improved again!
Before we knew it, a two-story houseboat appeared on the lake in the distance.

There were layers of white gauze hanging all around, fluttering in the breeze, and from inside there were sounds of stringed and bamboo music, as well as women's laughter as beautiful as silver bells and men reciting poems.

These are students from government offices in Jiaxing City. They take advantage of the afternoon after the spring rain to come to the lake for an outing.

In the distance, they saw a fight going on on the lakeside. Someone shouted, "Boatman, row the boat over. Let's go and watch the fight between the country folks."

"Brother Li, you are in a good mood. Let's go over and take a look at who they are!"

At this time, someone said unhappily: "What's so good about the fight between two vulgar people? If there were fewer vulgar guys who are competitive, brave and fierce, the world would be much more beautiful."

"Haha! Brother Bai, you are wrong. Although it is said that everything is inferior except for reading, you can't underestimate those who practice martial arts. Some of them are so-called Jianghu people. Their martial arts skills are mediocre, not even as good as your and my guards. But some are very skilled. For example, the legendary four martial arts masters who are feared by the world are said to be masters who can take the heads of enemy generals in the midst of thousands of troops."

The man snorted coldly: "They are just some scoundrels who spread rumors and seek fame. The real martial arts masters in the world are all hidden in the palace, beside the emperor."

"Oh, Brother Bai, we know all the things you said clearly; however, what Brother Jia said is also correct; although most of these martial artists are not up to par, there are still a few who deserve our attention. Come on, boatman, row the boat over, let's go and take a look."

With the agreement of most people on the pleasure boat, the boat began to turn around and slowly sailed towards the lake shore.

The people on the shore also noticed the arrival of the pleasure boat, but the two people on the grass were fighting fiercely and no one wanted to pay attention to them.

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Among them, those with profound skills such as Ma Yu, Wang Chuyi, Ke Zhen'e, Xu Xingchen, and Qiu Chuji all couldn't help but frown.

They listened to all the comments of the scholars on the painting boat.
(End of this chapter)