Chapter 241: Sword Heart Collapse
The sword energy traverses thirty thousand miles, and the sword light chills the nineteen continents.
This is what all swordsmen aspire to be when they are practicing swordplay.
But few can do it.
In the entire Nanjiang Province, only Jing Yu can do this.
Thirty years ago , Jing Yu was seven years old and first came into contact with swordsmanship, practicing the swordsmanship passed down in his family.
Three years later, the sword technique was completed.
From then on, every time he swung his sword, snowflakes would fall.
From the first one or two snowflakes to the snowflakes surrounding his body later, he aroused the curiosity of many people in the world and was thus named a genius.
The name of the genius swordsman spread far and wide, attracting the attention of an elder from the divine sect.
The elder of the God-level sect came to Jing Mansion in person and wanted to accept Jing Yu as his disciple. When the news spread, many people from the martial arts world came to besiege him, looking at Jing Yu with envy.
The God-level Gate, in Nanjiangzhou, represents a holy land of martial arts and is the dream of all those who practice martial arts. However, the God-level Gate has very high requirements on the martial arts talent of its disciples. Every year, tens of thousands of people take part in the God-level Gate's entry-level disciple assessment, but less than one in a thousand can pass.
Even if there are lucky ones who pass, they will only be the most ordinary disciples of the god-level sect, and are still far from the elders. But this time, the elders come personally to accept disciples, and once you enter the sect, you will be the elders' personal disciples. The treatment of the two is very different.
No one present thought Jing Yu would refuse.
Even though Jing Yu is young and does not understand what the elders of a divine sect represent, I believe the adults in the Jing Mansion will explain the situation to Jing Yu.
They came here to witness a martial arts genius being accepted into the sect by a god-level elder. Decades later, this genius made a great name for himself in Nanjiangzhou. When they brag to their juniors or others, they can proudly say, "When this man was young, I saw him accepted into the sect by a god-level elder. It's incredible..."
However, what no one expected was that Jing Yu actually refused the Divine Level Sect's elder's offer to become his disciple. He only wanted to practice his family's swordsmanship. In front of nearly a hundred people from the martial arts world, the smile on the Divine Level Sect's elder's face froze. Finally, he left after leaving a few words of praise: "A young man should be so proud."
Everyone knew that the God-level elder's words of praise were just a way for him to save face. He was extremely annoyed, but he could not lose his temper at a ten-year-old boy.
Although Jing Yu did not join the divine sect, his swordsmanship did not stagnate. Instead, it made rapid progress. Later, when he swung his sword, heavy snow fell from the sky. He was called Snow Master by people in the martial arts world.
There is a young man named Jingyu, with his sword in his hand, snowflakes fly.
As the snowflakes fell, the opponent fell too.
From twenty years ago to ten years ago, the name of Master Xue was known throughout the entire Nanjiang Prefecture, but people over the age of thirty can no longer be addressed as Master Xue, so Master Xue's nickname became Snow Swordsman.
The last time the Snow Swordsman appeared in the martial arts world was five years ago. He had a decisive battle with another swordsman master in Henglan County under Nanjiang Prefecture. The people of Henglan County were unaware of this until they suddenly saw snowflakes flying for miles around and realized that the Snow Swordsman had arrived.
"Since then, Jing Yu has not been around in the martial arts world. Three years ago, he joined our God-level Sect and became a guest elder of our God-level Sect. At that time, the Sect Master agreed to give him a place to join the God-level Sect."
Listening to Zhang Wuji's introduction, Lin Ye's gaze fell on Jing Yu, but there was confusion in his eyes. Among these disciples of the God-level sect, the one who took action had just broken through the Jingzhe realm, and the others behind him had not even broken through the Jingzhe realm. How could such a prestigious person be injured by the disciples of the God-level sect?
Is it because he is going to the God-level sect, so he doesn't want to offend the disciples of the God-level sect and would rather get hurt and be ridiculed?
That shouldn't be the case.
Generally, such high-class swordsmen have very proud tempers and would not do anything to kowtow to the powerful.
"Whether you can go to the God-level Sect is decided by the head of the Shenyun Sect, and it has also been approved by the head of the God-level Sect. Could it be that you guys think you can be the head of the God-level Sect?"
Zhang Wuji had a bad temper. Although he didn't know why Jing Yu didn't take real action, he was very dissatisfied with the arrogant look of these disciples from the Divine Level Sect and the contempt in their words, so he stood up directly.
"If you are not convinced, you can come together. As long as you can take my sword, the candidate for Shenyunmen to go to the Divine Level Gate this time will be decided by you."
When several disciples of the Divine Level Sect saw Zhang Wuji standing out, their faces turned a little ugly. They naturally knew this person.
He is the younger brother of the leader of Shenyun Sect, and a real younger brother at that. He has also been to Shenji Sect in the past, and he holds the identity of the younger brother of the leader of Shenyun Sect. He was also a troublemaker when he was in Shenji Sect, and he has fought with the disciples of Shenji Sect many times.
Before coming to Shen Yun Sect, the master and the uncles and aunts told them that they could offend anyone in Shen Yun Sect, but never offend Zhang Wu Ji. He was a madman who did things based on his own preferences without considering the consequences. Other strong men in Shen Yun Sect would take into consideration their identities as disciples of Shen Ji Sect, but this madman would never take this into consideration.
"Humph, since Uncle Zhang has said so, let's call off this competition. The Snow Swordsman is nothing but a coward who can only hide behind others."
"Brother is right. Such a coward, even if he goes to our God-level sect, he will be taught a lesson by other brothers."
The people from the Divine Level Sect walked out of the bamboo forest with joking and mocking expressions. Zhang Wuji looked at their arrogant appearance and couldn't help but take action.
“Brother Wuji, forget it!”
There was no trace of anger at being humiliated on Jing Yu's face; his expression remained calm, as if he was not the one being humiliated.
"Everyone, I won't entertain you today."
The men behind Jing Yu were also guests of Shen Yun Sect. After hearing what Jing Yu said, they tactfully left.
"Brother Jing, you are not going to close the door to visitors, are you? I am going to introduce you to a friend."
Zhang Wuji didn't plan to leave, pointing at Lin Ye, and said, "This is Brother Lin Ye. Although his martial arts talent is not that great, he is a good cook... oh no, he is very good at eating. This time the three of us are going to the Divine Level Gate, and I will bring him to familiarize himself with it."
"Come to think of it, you two are somewhat similar. Brother Lin likes to tinker with food, and you like to grow some vegetable gardens. Maybe you can work together."
To Zhang Wuji, what he said was just a joke, but because of this, Lin Ye noticed several nurseries on one side of the bamboo house, which were planted with some young vegetable seedlings, and there was a field farther away with green seedlings of crops.
Back to basics?
Seeing this scene, the first thought that popped into Lin Ye's mind was what he had seen in novels before: some masters or big shots always liked to grow their own vegetables and flowers, just like an old farmer. This is called returning to nature.
Are you returning to basics at the age of 40?
That shouldn't be the case.
Lin Ye and Jing Yu greeted each other. Zhang Wuji asked curiously, "Brother Jing, I'm curious why you don't teach these guys a lesson. If you use your Falling Snow Sword, I would just turn around and run. Why should I endure it?"
Zhang Wuji had seen Jing Yu's Luoxue Sword.
He believed that after Jing Yu unsheathed his Luoxue sword, he had no choice but to escape, because Jing Yu was invincible in the falling snow.
Jing Yu smiled and didn't explain. Lin Ye suddenly had a guess in his mind, but he didn't know if it was right. In order to verify his guess, he asked Zhang Wuji, "Brother Zhang, when did you see Elder Jing's Falling Snow Sword?"
"The year before last and last winter, I had a sparring match with Brother Jing. Wow, when the Falling Snow Sword was unsheathed, snowflakes fell within a ten-mile radius. The first time, I didn't know how powerful the Falling Snow Sword was, so I didn't run away. Tsk tsk tsk, my body was covered with sword marks. The second time, I didn't run fast enough, and I was still hit by three swords..."
Zhang Wuji was very straightforward and did not hide anything. In his opinion, the only way to deal with Jing Yu was to prevent Jing Yu from using the Falling Snow Sword, or to run out of the range of the snowflakes as soon as Jing Yu used the Falling Snow Sword. Otherwise , any snowflake could be Jing Yu's sword.
Lin Ye caught the answer he wanted from Zhang Wuji's answer, and he confirmed the reason why Jing Yu did not use the Falling Snow Sword just now.
"Elder Jing has compassion for the people. I admire him."
Lin Ye bowed to Jing Yu, and there was a hint of surprise on Jing Yu's calm face: "Brother Lin, did you see that?"
"Well, it is precisely because of this that I feel that Elder Jing is righteous."
Jing Yu stared at Lin Ye for a few seconds, confirmed that what Lin Ye said was true, and suddenly shook his head and said: "It's not a noble act, it's just to atone for my ignorance when I was young."
Atonement!
Lin Ye's pupils contracted, and after thinking for a few seconds, he understood what Jing Yu meant.
"When I was young, I only knew how to practice swordsmanship. I was delighted by the breakthroughs in swordsmanship, and the scope of my pursuit of falling snow continued to expand..."
Zhang Wuji was a little confused listening to the conversation between Jing Yu and Lin Ye. What does atonement mean?
Also, shouldn't the Falling Snow Sword aim to make the range of the snowflakes bigger and bigger? The bigger the range, the smaller the chance that the opponent will run away.
"Don't keep me in suspense, you two. I don't like to use my brain. Just tell me directly."
"Everyone says that a good harvest is a good omen, but what does a good harvest mean? There are poor people in the capital, so there shouldn't be too many good omen."
Lin Ye recited a poem, and Jing Yu's eyes lit up after hearing it, "Brother Lin is very talented."
"Wait, Brother Jing, don't rush to praise me. This poem is very simple. I understand its meaning. It just means that it shouldn't snow too many times. What does this have to do with you?"
Zhang Wuji didn’t quite understand. Jing Yu’s Luoxue Sword had a range. If anyone passing by felt cold, they could just run away.
"Brother Zhang, five years ago in Henglan County, I fought against a swordsman from Henglan County and was slightly better..."
Jing Yu recalled the battle five years ago. In that battle, he fought with the swordsman for a whole day and defeated the swordsman. He was happy, but he was also injured and had to walk slowly back to the city.
And it was during this slow walk that he saw the people standing on the ridges of the fields, looking at the sky with despair on their faces.
After a day and a night of snow, the crops in the fields were all crushed by the snow.
There is only one month left until the harvest.
The people were cursing God, and only then did Jing Yu realize how much disaster his Luoxue Sword, which he was so proud of, had brought to the people.
This time, his swordsmanship collapsed.
