Martial Arts: After ten years of sword-drawing, the Sword God must bow his head when he sees me

Chapter 131 If One Cup Isn’t Enough, Then Have Another

October.

Xiaoxue, sometimes called "light snow", means the cold is not deep and the snow is not heavy.

noon.

On the river bank sixty miles away from Fuzhou City.

Yao Yue stood by the river with her hands behind her back, surrounded by jade-blue true energy slowly. A sharp intention came out of her body, and the energy caused Yao Yue's palace skirt to swing continuously.

Zhang Sanniang stood two feet away from him. As her true energy flowed, the same sword-like aura continued to dissipate from her body.

The sunlight shines on their flawless and beautiful faces, making them shine brightly.

An elegant and dignified one.

A cold and aloof person.

Even Shen Ping'an's eyes mostly lingered on the two of them.

After a while, the autumn wind suddenly rose.

The two women by the river seemed to move at the slightest sign of danger and collided with each other in an instant.

In an instant, the energy dispersed and the air waves surged.

The ground seemed to be shaking from time to time because of the fight between the two women.

Shen Qingshan and Qu Feiyan were doing their own things.

He turned a deaf ear to the roaring sound that kept coming into his ears, as if he was used to it.

Ever since they set out from Yuyang City, Yao Yue and Zhang Sanniang would fight almost every day over a disagreement.

Not to mention Lian Xing, even Shen Qingshan and Qu Feiyan are no longer surprised.

Anyway, with Shen Pingan here, even if the two women were injured, it would only take a glass of medicinal wine to cure them.

If one cup isn't enough, have another.

Next to Shen Pingan, looking at the two women fighting fiercely, Lian Xing couldn't help but sigh: "Although my sister and Miss Zhang are still at the second level of the Tiangang Realm, their strength has improved."

"Before, when I faced my sister, I might have been able to withstand a hundred of her attacks, but now, with my strength, I'm sure she'll defeat me within ten attacks."

In response, Shen Pingan said softly: "The talents of the two of them are indeed very high."

With the guidance of Shen Pingan, the master of swordsmanship, even Lian Xing, who had only a superficial understanding of swordsmanship in the past, has made great progress in swordsmanship in recent days.

Not to mention Yao Yue and Zhang Sanniang.

The speed at which they cultivated the sword intent and their understanding of the way of the sword far surpassed their previous hard training.

Coupled with daily sparring and catching up, the two women's strength increased significantly in just two months.

According to Shen Ping'an's observation, whether it is Yao Yue or Zhang Sanniang, their understanding and aptitude have probably reached the level of "one in a million".

After a while, as the aftermath of the battle subsided, the two women who had been fighting fiercely just now returned to Shen Pingan one after another.

Zhang Sanniang had no expression on her face, while Yao Yue's lips curled up slightly.

Just from the expressions of the two women, one can tell the outcome of the fight between them.

Seeing that Yaoyue was slightly better today, Lianxing felt relieved and quickly picked up the tea that was set aside and handed it to Yaoyue.

Sitting next to Shen Ping'an, Zhang Sanniang couldn't help but glance at Yao Yue, and alarm bells rang in her heart.

Two months ago, when she was still in the Shen family, Zhang Sanniang's strength was slightly stronger than Yao Yue's thanks to her hard training in the previous six months.

But recently, as Yao Yue's swordsmanship entered the second level, her swordsmanship also improved by leaps and bounds under the guidance of Shen Ping'an.

By now, the strength has caught up.

Now, the result of the battle between the two is almost fifty-fifty.

If the situation continues like this, it won’t be long before Yao Yue’s strength surpasses hers again.

Thinking of this, Zhang Sanniang looked at Shen Pingan and said, "According to the method that Master Shen once taught me, Sanniang's swordsmanship has now reached the fifth level, but the progress of improvement has slowed down. I wonder if there are other methods of cultivation?"

Shen Pingan said, "The fifth level of Sword Intent is a watershed. Before the fifth level, Sword Intent focuses on accumulation. As long as the method is correct, you can actively cultivate Sword Intent through many external methods, thereby improving the realm of Sword Intent."

"But after reaching the fifth level, when the origin of the sword will stabilizes, the next step is a matter of perseverance. Unless the practitioner has already mastered a perfect level of sword will, the only way to continue to improve the sword will is through continuous accumulation through self-cultivation."

Yao Yue glanced sideways and said, "According to what you said, if one first masters a perfect sword intent, it will help other sword intents to improve quickly?"

Shen Pingan nodded and said, "Not bad!"

Zhang Sanniang, standing by, gave a wry laugh. "Reaching perfection in one sword intent is already incredibly difficult, let alone comprehending a second one. This method is far too difficult."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Yao Yue swallowed back the question she was about to ask.

Just as Zhang Sanniang said.

Without mastering the sword intent, it is absolutely impossible to understand how difficult it is to practice the sword intent.

Even if he forced his way into Yao Yue, up to now, he could only barely make his sword intent reach the second level.

Even Yao Yue couldn't say for sure that she would be able to reach the perfect level of swordsmanship in her lifetime.

In response to this, Shen Pingan chuckled and said, "Things in this world require gradual progress. Although the sword intent is unique, it is also like this."

After all, not everyone has a system like Shen Pingan.

Before one can reach the perfect level of sword intent, the path of swordsmanship can only be taken one step at a time.

If not for this, swordsmen like Yan Shisan and Ximen Chuxue would have already cultivated their sword skills to perfection.

Just as a few people were chatting, several figures suddenly came from a distance.

When they looked up, they saw some disciples of Yihua Palace approaching quickly using lightness skills.

When these Yihua Palace disciples were still about ten feet away from Yaoyue and Lianxing, they all half-knelt on the ground.

"Meet the Grand Palace Master and the Second Palace Master."

Facing the Yihua Palace disciples in front of her, the extra casualness that Yao Yue had just shown when interacting with Shen Pingan and the others disappeared in an instant, and her whole body revealed a breathtaking pride and domineering aura.

"Is there any result?"

The leading Yihua Palace disciple bowed and said, "Reporting to the Grand Palace Master, we have already investigated and found out that Liu Zhengfeng is indeed planning to retire from the underworld, and the time is tomorrow at noon."

"In addition, some disciples, while investigating the situation, discovered that people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect have also entered Fuzhou City one after another."

Upon learning that tomorrow would be the day Liu Zhengfeng would retire, Qu Feiyan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although Qu Feiyan knew that the time stated by Bai Xiaosheng himself would definitely not be wrong.

But when it comes to the only relative in the world, it is human nature to be concerned and confused.

After gaining a general understanding of the situation in the city from the results of the investigation by the disciples of Yihua Palace, Shen Pingan and his companions did not delay any further.

After eating the meal prepared by Qu Feiyan, they returned to their carriages and set off again towards Fuzhou City.

By evening, several carriages drove into Fuzhou City and stopped in front of a restaurant that looked quite good.

It was dinner time. As Shen Ping'an, Zhang Sanniang, Yao Yue and others entered the restaurant, the restaurant, which was originally a bit noisy, became quiet at an extremely fast speed.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Shen Ping'an and Zhang Sanniang, and their expressions unconsciously became more obsessed.

It was not until Shen Ping'an and others went up to the second floor that everyone withdrew their gazes with regret and lowered their heads to talk.

The topics of conversation all revolved around Shen Ping'an and Zhang Sanniang.

However, despite the conversation, no one was so blind as to dare to follow him up to the second floor.

After all, Shen Pingan and his group, even Qu Feiyan and Shen Qingshan, their appearance, temperament and even dress are definitely not ordinary people.

Who dares to step forward and provoke?
However, just as Shen Pingan and his companions went up to the second floor under the guidance of the waiter and walked towards a table leaning against the railing in the corner, Shen Pingan's gaze suddenly swept towards a table also leaning against the railing.

There was only one person sitting alone at this table.

The man was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with a conical hat on his head and a white veil hanging around him, making it impossible to see his true face.

The man's identity could only be discerned from his figure and the hand holding the jade chopsticks.

Behind him were four beautiful women, each of them wearing a white long dress, looking quite pretty.

The most eye-catching thing is the chair the man is sitting on. The ground under his feet and even under his hand holding chopsticks on the table are all padded with a white silk scarf with gold thread trim.

Even in the eyes of Yao Yue and the other girls, this man's attention to detail was a bit artificial.

When Shen Pingan and others approached, the man who was eating slowly with jade chopsticks raised his head slightly.

A pair of eyes looked at Shen Pingan and the others through the veil.

When his eyes fell on Zhang Sanniang, Yao Yue, Lian Xing and Qu Feiyan behind Shen Ping'an, the man's hand holding the chopsticks suddenly paused.

At the same time, Shen Ping'an seemed to have sensed something was wrong and sniffed lightly.

The next second, a strange look flashed in Shen Ping'an's eyes, and his eyes couldn't help but sweep over the four maids behind the man, his gaze somewhat intriguing.

(End of this chapter)