Gu Yusheng looked at the person who was talking to him and found that he was the sword boy who had taken Mo Wanyun away from the Holy Academy.

Gu Yusheng could not sense his cultivation level, but Gu Yusheng intuition told himself that this person is very strong and may already be an eight-level existence, but Gu Yusheng doesn't understand.

Why do people with extremely high cultivation say such immature words?

People in the Holy Academy.

Is it really as easy to practice as drinking water?

Take the same path to the eight realms and six realms.

It's not just a simple conversation.

But this kind of feeling of inexplicable hostility is not considered an enemy, which makes Gu Yusheng confused.

Gu Yusheng did not stop, but said, "Miss Mo is waiting for me above. I just went up the mountain and didn't want Miss Mo to wait too long."

"Yeah?"

Upon hearing this, Jingzhe raised his sleeves slightly, "If so, I can send you up with a breeze."

Gu Yusheng smiled.

"Yes, but not today. I have climbed so far, and there must be a beginning and an end."

The smile on Jingzhe's face dissipated.

"So you're teasing me?"

Gu Yusheng bowed and said, "You and I met by chance, without any friendship, how can we make fun of you?"

"After all, we must fight for this road to the mountain."

Jingzhe suddenly accelerated his pace, instantly surpassing Gu Yusheng.

He is very strong.

He is so strong that he can completely crush Gu Yusheng.

But he was only in front of Gu Yusheng, deliberately keeping a distance from Gu Yusheng at a distance of not far or near.

Gu Yusheng's rhythm of not being anxious or impatient was completely disrupted.

What disrupted his upward energy was the sword on Jingzhe's back.

Gu Yusheng stopped and frowned and said, "Your swordsmanship and cultivation level are far beyond me. I am like an insignificant wind in front of you. I first came to Jingting Mountain, so there is no reason to offend you."

"Of course, I'm not a vulgar person like the previous mountain or the bottom of the mountain."

The sword boy stopped and turned around and stared at Gu Yusheng behind him.

"I almost forgot to tell you that Jingzhe is my name."

Jian Tong's eyes were filled with different emotions.

"Do you know what Jingzhe means? Endure, Fuzhe, wait for the opportunity, this is Jingzhe, waiting for a rain, waiting for that spring thunder, but I have been waiting for Jingting Mountain for two hundred years."

"In terms of age, I am older than your grandfather, but I am in the mountains, and my sword has not been sheathed, I have never fought with each other, nor have I killed a half monster. In the back mountain, I am the sword boy next to Mr. Wu. In the front mountain, I am the shadow of Mr. Wu."

"As long as the people from Maeyama respect Mr. Wu, I will not be hurt at all, and I dare not be against me."

Jingzhe picked the sword behind him and spread it in his palm so that Gu Yusheng could see his sword clearly.

"This sword is the same as if it is unsheathed or not."

"No one cares whether I live or die, because I am the sword boy next to Mr. Five."

Jingzhe smiled.

"So what age is, it's just a waste of time. What's cultivation? It's just a shadow."

"Gu Yusheng, I know you must have experienced ups and downs along the way, but it is this experience that makes me feel that I should compete with you."

Jingzhe exuded a kind of decay. He still restricted Gu Yusheng's upward pace and occupied the road that Gu Yusheng was heading, and said as he walked:

"In the past two hundred years, I have seen countless geniuses who embarked on this path, but undoubtedly, they all failed."

Gu Yusheng was like a listener. After Jingzhe finished speaking his inner anger, he asked:

"I can't empathize with what you said, but I can understand it a little, but I don't understand, those people and those past things have nothing to do with me, why did you still come to me? I have been unlucky since I was a child. Is it because of this?"

"Hahaha!" Jingzhe laughed and shook his head. He seemed to have been suppressed for too long and found a partner to talk to, and he couldn't stop as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Actually, even a true genius, I have never seen people who are in a vain, because they should be envious of me, and that's the case."

"At your age and sixth level of cultivation, you can barely be considered talented, but in these two hundred years, countless people have surpassed you in their realm. But when they went up the mountain, they looked at this mountain with awe. I also know that they were respecting the master, the uncle, the thirteen gentlemen in the back mountain, and the seventy-two great saints who appeared."

"It just so happened that they looked at me with such eyes."

"But I am just a sword boy, waiter!"

Jingzhe seemed to be stinging. He held a sword in his palm tightly, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot when he looked at Gu Yusheng.

"I am not the fourteenth gentleman in the eyes of the world, nor the fifteenth gentleman. I cannot get the teachings of my master, so I can only fight to kill the sword incense of Longshan."

"And your appearance made me feel threatened. The ignorance I spent two hundred years to exchange for, but it allowed me to see clearly some things that ordinary people could not see through."

"You're such a person."

"When you look at this mountain, you have no awe."

"And this look, only the junior uncle dared to do that in Jingting Mountain."

Jingzhe inserted his sword on his back again.

"Don't blame me for being mean."

"Because when I came, Mr. Wu said that in this life, the most difficult thing for a person to see is himself."

"In fact, as Mr. Wu said, my heart told me that I don't want you to walk through this path." Jingzhe pointed at the figures at the foot of the mountain. "There are many people behind you who are walking this path, but they will not succeed." ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

Gu Yusheng finally understood what this sword boy was fighting with him.

kendo.

Inheritance.

Gu Yusheng thought the sword boy in front of him was a little childish and funny, but now, he can't laugh.

In this cruel world.

The person who can face the darkness in his heart and speak it out.

Even if you are not open-minded, you are definitely not a hypocrite.

Gu Yusheng drank a sip of wine.

Take out your own Dragon Sword.

He held it up in front of him and stroked it carefully: "You made a mistake. On the road to kendo, I already have my own guidance. I never thought of continuing the incense for the uncle of the Holy Academy, joining his disciples, and becoming the teacher of the Holy Academy."

Jingzhe was slightly stunned and looked happy.

It can be the next second.

Gu Yusheng's voice suddenly became firm, "But I care a lot about you stopping me from moving forward. Mr. Qin once told me that when holding a sword, you should move forward bravely and cut out a great road."

"Similarly, on the road of life, there are some struggles and some things not. If I retreat today, it is equivalent to cutting off my own way. In my heart, Mr. Qin is higher than the mountain, and I cannot let Mr. Qin be lower than Jingting Mountain, so I must fight!"

The sword in Gu Yusheng's hand made a clanging sound.

His figure turned into a blue sword shadow and quickly moved upwards.

Jingzhe's expression changed.

It also turned into a sword shadow, blocking Gu Yusheng's face.

At that time.

The sun shines on Jingting Mountain.

The original path towards the mountain that would not be noticed was the sword light reflecting the colorful clouds, and everyone at the top of the mountain could see clearly.

The breeze blows.

The students from the Sixth Academy turned around and stared at the shadow of the sword light.

The monks from all over the world who came to participate in the literary club were confused and confused.

The old scholar of the student in the Holy Academy knocked his palm with a ruler, and the sound came into each student's ear, "Today's self-cultivation class has been changed to a battle for the great way."

"Mr. Lu, what is a dispute over the great way?"

A student asked.

The old scholar Lu Guan pointed to the two incompatible sword shadows at the foot of Jingting Mountain and said, "This is the battle for the great way."

Students with advanced cultivation can use spiritual eye technique to explore.

With a hissing, he said in a daze: "It's the sword boy who serves Mr. Five."

"What!"

The three thousand disciples of the Sixth Art Academy all looked unbelievable.
To be continued...