Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 162 Feeding the Sword, Checking Homework
The donkey cart stopped.

We stopped at a bridge over a green waterway, where the green hills were faintly visible.

The small stone bridge was only a few meters across. Ye Gucheng stood where he had come from, waiting quietly.

Waiting for the man in the donkey cart on the other side of the bridge to get off.

Green trees and grass, bright spring sunshine, and flowing water under the bridge, stretching to the bottom.

This is truly a beautiful and very quiet place.

The birdsong had faded into the distance, as if afraid of disturbing the people standing at both ends of the bridge.

Ye Gucheng and Shi waited for a while, but they weren't angry. It seemed they should wait, and waited respectfully at that.

Wait for that martial arts legend to descend.

The prince suddenly blurted out, "They're here!" His eyes lit up.

A person got off the donkey cart.

He wore a white robe and had a handsome appearance, but his cheeks were bulging, as if he was chewing something.

The prince looked closely and saw that the man was eating a few loquats.

"The donkey was naughty and made you chase it all the way. I'm really sorry," the white-robed man said softly, tossing a few loquats to you as an apology.

Ye Gucheng reached out and took the fruit, giving two to the young master, and then without hesitation, he bit into the fruit and ate it.

The prince was somewhat surprised that his master, a person with such a fastidious nature, did not mind at all. After realizing what was happening, he quickly started eating as well.

The moment he tasted it, the prince's eyes lit up: "Delicious!"

"The branches of the zelkova are slender, but the loquat trees are fragrant." Ye Gucheng had finished eating and said softly, "When Du Zimei first entered Sichuan, he tasted the loquat and found it to be very sweet, so he praised it highly."

The prince looked at the last loquat in his hand and sighed, "This fruit is not easy to preserve. Once it leaves Sichuan, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find it."

Ye Gucheng turned his head and saw two figures, one in red and one in black, sitting on the roof of the donkey cart.

He clasped his hands in a fist salute and announced loudly, "Greetings, Sister Hongxiu, and Senior Daohuang!"

Ding An laughed and said, "Hello, Xiao Ye."

Hongxiu waved her hand and asked, "Are you a descendant of Yu Nuan?"

Ye Gucheng's eyes widened slightly as he said, "Sister Hongxiu, you recognize me?"

"Your features are exactly like Yu Nuan's, how could I not recognize you?"

The beggar's clear voice blended with the flowing water, creating a refreshing and pleasant sound.

“I’m very happy for him that his descendants have achieved such great martial arts skills.”

Ye Gucheng sighed deeply, "I didn't expect Sister Hongxiu to still remember Grandfather." He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, "Grandfather often said that Sister Hongxiu could recognize things at a glance, and he was ashamed of his own inferiority. Today, having met her, I can see that her reputation is truly well-deserved."

Hongxiu chuckled: "Your grandfather has excellent taste."

Ye Gucheng smiled, then his gaze shifted, his posture straightened, and his aura suddenly changed:
"Greetings, Sword God Ren!"

Ren Shaoyang, with his hands hanging down, smiled slightly: "Ye Gucheng?"

"it's me."

When Ye Gucheng uttered those two words, his eyes, as cold as stars, also gleamed.

Ren Shaoyang looked at him, and Ye Gucheng's gaze also swept over.

Their eyes met.

hum!
In an instant, the Prince of the South seemed to feel that everything slowed down and everything became quiet.

There was no human voice, not even the sound of birds.

The wind was so gentle that it barely moved the willow branches, and the water flowed slowly; the sound of the water could not be heard from a distance.

Fortunately, there was a gentle breeze and the flowing water, which made him feel that this was not death.

But this tranquility is unlike anything found in the human world.

A small bridge spans a flowing stream, and two figures in white stand like ghosts at the bridgehead.

Ren Shaoyang discovered that Ye Gucheng was extremely similar to Ximen Chuixue, whom he had met that day.

They all liked to wear white, were very lonely, and were exceptionally proud.

They were as cold as snow, so they had almost no friends.

Ultimately, they were all lofty and unparalleled swordsmen who dedicated their lives to the swords in their hands.

"How strange, how strange!" Ren Shaoyang suddenly smiled.

The Prince of the South breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if the entire forest stream had suddenly changed, transforming from a desolate place devoid of human presence into one bathed in the warmth of spring sunshine.

"Oh?" Ye Gucheng smiled faintly. "What is it that Sword God Ren finds strange?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Back then, Ye Yunuan and Ximen Changhai were both good young men who loved to laugh and play, with innocent hearts. How come you all turned into ice blocks in your generation?"

Ye Gucheng pondered for a moment, then said seriously, "Perhaps for people like us, the meaning of life is only to climb the peak of swordsmanship, and we have dedicated our whole being to the sword."

Ren Shaoyang asked, "Are you seeking the sword, or me?"

Ye Gucheng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised: "Sword God Ren doesn't see the sword as everything?"

"The so-called sincerity towards the sword will ultimately amount to nothing more than dust returning to dust. Without cultivating the 'self,' even the most beautiful things are just illusions."

Ye Gucheng frowned deeply: "Me? You only want 'me'?"

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "I have struggled with myself for a long time, and I would rather be myself."

"So that's how it is." Ye Gucheng suddenly became very dejected and disappointed, his eyes dimming. "Even the White-Clad Sword God's sword is not pure."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and said, "In your eyes, purity is about abandoning the sword and being selfless, about valuing only the sword and purity."

Ye Gucheng countered, "Isn't that right?"

"Why is it absolute?"

Ren Shaoyang walked slowly onto the stone bridge with his hands behind his back.

“You consider it ‘pure,’ while he considers it ‘dull’; you consider it ‘selflessness,’ while I consider it ‘escapism.’ Who can truly say for sure?” Ye Gucheng thought for a moment, then said, “Does the Sword God mean to do things my own way and follow my own path?”

Ren Shaoyang laughed and said, "This is what 'I'd rather be myself' means." His smile was tinged with bitterness. "It's so difficult."

Ye Gucheng was silent for a moment, then said, "But I still don't agree with you."

"Then let's fight!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, “Even Confucius couldn’t persuade Zilu, so he knocked Zilu to the ground and talked at length about ‘winning people over with virtue,’ and finally ‘persuaded’ him.”

"If even sages follow this path, then we ordinary mortals should certainly follow the way of the sages!"

He looked at Ye Gucheng with a smile: "You came to see me, didn't you also want to show my sword to Ren and demonstrate your own principles?"

Ye Gucheng smiled and said, "Grandfather often said that although Ren Jianshen looks arrogant and aloof, he actually has a fire in his heart and is a warm person. Now it seems that he was absolutely right."

Ren Shaoyang said, "Ye Yunuan is a remarkable person." He paused, then looked at him, "You are too."

Ye Gucheng nodded, and a strange light suddenly appeared on his fair and calm face, his eyes, like cold stars, shone with a burning light.

"Sword Master Ren, this junior, Ye Gucheng, challenges you to a sword duel!"

Ren Shaoyang, with his hands hanging down, nodded and said, "Okay."

The willow smoke is heavy and the spring mist is thin.

The Prince of the South looked at Ye Gucheng's eyes, which were gleaming with a fierce killing intent that filled the air. He couldn't help but take a step back and hold his breath.

At the bridgehead.

Ren Shaoyang remained standing there, smiling and chatting, exuding an air of carefree elegance.

Choking!

Suddenly, the sword sprang from Ye Gucheng's waist, its soaring light dazzling as it pierced through the air.

Ren Shaoyang's eyes suddenly lit up: "'Sword Flight' has actually been deduced to this extent by you?" As he spoke, he drew his sword, Dragon Capture, and flicked the tip of the sword.

Ding!
The two longswords met for a moment.

Ye Gucheng's expression changed drastically: "Does Sword God Ren also use 'Sword Flight'?"

With a slight flick of his wrist, the longsword swung like a cluster of white flowers, twisting towards Ren Shaoyang.

"Very well!" Ren Shaoyang smiled slightly: "I will check your homework a hundred years from now."

He stepped back slightly, dodging the incoming sword light.

Suddenly, Ren Jianshen recited aloud: "The flower terrace is about to bid farewell to late spring, and fallen flowers rise to dance in the swirling wind. Little Leaf, change to 'Sword Flower'!"

With the sword tip slightly tilted, it unleashed five sword flowers, gracefully sweeping towards the opponent.

Ye Gucheng saw that Ren Shaoyang's sword strike was beautiful and elegant, but he could only see the flowers and not the sword. However, he could also tell that the move was gorgeous on the outside but contained hidden killing intent. He immediately laughed loudly:
"Sword God Ren, why are you so dejected? Have you not heard the saying, 'To seek spring, one must arrive early; to admire flowers, one must not wait until the branches are old'?"

The swordsmanship suddenly became more intense and beautiful; the rainbow-like longsword, facing the sunlight, instantly became incomparably dazzling.

The Prince of the South felt that the two white-clad swordsmen on the bridge were like figures in a painting, both using the same sword technique, with countless sword flowers dancing in the air.

In an instant, the originally simple and elegant scenery of small bridges and flowing water became rich and romantic, as if a myriad of colorful flowers were in full bloom.

The Crown Prince of the South was mesmerized and gradually became lost in thought.

Ren Shaoyang enjoyed the fight immensely, feeling that among all the swordsmen he had encountered, Ye Gucheng was the most to his liking.

He flicked his sword with his finger and shouted:

"Come, show me 'Sword Wave' and 'Sword Shadow'! Let me see if my sword loses its flavor in your hands!"

Ye Gucheng's eyes widened suddenly, and he shouted, "Good!"

Just as the word "good" was about to end, a dazzling sword aura suddenly rose up!
Like a dragon soaring and a phoenix rising, it suddenly broke free from its restraints and leaped up, crossing waves and soaring straight into the sky, instantly approaching Ren Shaoyang.

Ren Shaoyang saw that his longsword had become invisible and invisible, with only a chaotic white mist running through it. He immediately moved his body and used the "Escape from the Netherworld Sword" to fight speed with speed.

In an instant, the two sword lights intertwined, sparks flying everywhere.

What a fast sword!

That was a quick move!
Two white figures darted back and forth across the small bridge, faster than lightning, resembling ghosts.

The sword took on the appearance of wind and rain, becoming increasingly swift and unpredictable.

At first, the crowd could hear the sound of the two swords clashing, but later the sound became continuous, as if it had turned into a long note.

The Prince of the South was relatively weak in martial arts. Seeing his master's sword flying like flowers and the Sword God's sword flashing like lightning, his movements and changes were so fast that they were dazzling. After a while, he couldn't help but feel dizzy.

But he still forced himself to watch, even though he was extremely annoyed!
Because the two swordsmen on the bridge, in terms of the changes in their moves and their speed, seemed to have reached the pinnacle of human skill.

The ultimate meaning behind each of their sword strikes left him in awe and he gained much insight from it.

same.

In Ye Gucheng's heart, he no longer knew what heaven and earth were!
The four techniques of "waves, flowers, flying, and shadows" have reached a level in his hands that can not be improved upon.

Even in his eyes, Ren Shaoyang's figure gradually disappeared.

The image of a middle-aged scholar, whom I had never seen before, appeared in my mind. I smiled at him, my laughter filled with arrogance and domineering arrogance.

Who is that person?

Ye Gucheng had some doubts, but he quickly put them out of his mind.

The four elements of "waves, flowers, flying, and shadows" have now become intertwined and perfectly integrated.

That's what it feels like!

Ye Gucheng had never felt so comfortable. Today, when he asked the sword, he felt that everything was going perfectly smoothly.

Whether it's the beautiful sunlight, the babbling brook, or the gentle breeze, it's all there.

Ren Jianshen's sword was also fed to the perfect degree, and in the back and forth, he frequently thrust his sword.

The four techniques are like stacked steel, which, under the hammering of the Sword God, have been perfectly integrated!
Everything seemed to fall into place naturally.

When the time was right and everything was working in his favor, it was only natural for him to use that move!
"Fairy from the sky!"

(End of this chapter)