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In the training hall, which had become increasingly bright due to the rising sun, a strong wind suddenly blew between the already green and dense branches. The new sprouts within the leaves were hidden under the clothes of their companions to avoid harm, while the outermost garments, which had been left behind by the growing season, rustled as they were swept into the air and then fell one after another.

In the summer, the fallen leaves covered the sky.

A white robed youth held the black robed girl up on his sword.

"You lost!"

As the man's calm voice faded, the battle came to an end like a curtain. The woman who was being held up had a smile on her face, as if she didn't care in the slightest about the situation where she was being hung on her sword.

She gripped the wooden sword tightly. A faint yellow light seeped out of the sword's body and disappeared in a flash. It was like a rising sun that had shrunk back to the horizon.

Her slender right hand, which held the sword, waved in his direction, and blue and yellow ripples appeared in the air.

What a sharp wave that could allow a swordsman to turn into a long-range Mage.

A neat row of blue and yellow undulations rushed over without any cover, drawing a straight line as they tried to hit the man in front of her.

The sword landed on the ground and let out an ear-piercing hiss.

With a dull bang, Xiyue was half-kneeling on the ground, covering her right hand. Her short, white, drenched hair was scattered in front of her eyes, and when she saw that Liang Yue had dodged her attack, there wasn't even a trace of surprise on her face. On the contrary, she could faintly see some excitement and madness on her face.

Phew...

Xiyue let out a breath. She had already withdrawn her left hand which was holding her right hand. She put the sword on her waist. She extended her right hand that was holding the sword and tightened her grip.

Squatting on the ground, he used all the strength in his legs. His body was like a black ray of light as he pierced towards Liang Yue. His hand was still on his waist, and his sword was still on it …

Draw the Sword...

The blue sword light brought with it an arc of light, dancing through the air like a ribbon falling down.

Illusory Dream …

Liang Yue looked at the arc of light floating towards her. Her gaze became solemn, and the corners of her mouth lifted into an enchanting smile.

A flash.

The fallen leaves that were floating in the air turned into four clumps and slowly fell onto the ground, creating a reflection of themselves on the clean floor.

With a dull thud, Xiyue knelt down on one knee on the floor and used her wooden sword to block the fall.

Ka — * The wooden sword broke without any warning, and the vermilion pupils revealed a hint of panic. The young lady who lost her balance fell to the side.

"I've lost …"

She wanted to control her body, but she felt that she had lost control of her body. She could only open her eyes and watch as her vision slanted downwards.

"You've lost …"

A gentle voice rang out beside her ear. Her slanted gaze stopped, and she felt her body being lifted up by two arms. The line of sight that was about to touch the ground slowly rose up.

She lifted her head, and the white light parted from her eyes and saw him.

She had never seen such a sword before. It was so beautiful, yet so natural. It was in the sword, in the place of people.

Looking up, he could see only the sword in front of him.

"Yes."

The side effects of the skill were almost over. He tried to move his body, but found that he was almost able to do so. However, he felt like his body was being put down. He couldn't stop himself from moving.

"Wait... "Wait a moment...!"

Liang Yue suddenly spoke up from his bosom and stopped his action of letting her down. He tilted his head and looked at her, revealing a puzzled expression.

"Again …" "Hug a little more …"

This was clearly the first time Xiyue had asked such a thing. Her fair face turned red from shyness, and when Liang Yue saw the blushing face of the young girl, she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Alright!"

A sword was like a person, a sword was like a test of a person.

As she was being carried by Liang Yue, discussions broke out in the training hall. She was blushing a little.

It was the first time in the academy that she had encountered a student who could defeat her with a sword. His sword was very light, and also very gentle, but it carried an incomparable power.

It had been a sword exchange just now, and Xiyue's impression of Liang Yue had completely changed.

"But …" "It's done …"

After confirming that, Liang Yue put him down. The smile on her face was like a chrysanthemum as she stroked her beard.

"This competition, the male student wins!"

Hearing the news that the teacher had announced the victory of the male student, the male students in white burst into cheers, celebrating their good leadership.

Accompanying them were the voices of the girls.

Xiyue narrowed her eyes and glanced at the boys celebrating. She felt a little unhappy, but could only lower her head.

Am I that happy when I'm defeated?

Should I have lost?

"Lord Xiyue!" Come on! "

"Lord Xiyue!" You are the best! "

A few bold girls stood up to cheer the girl on, hoping that she wouldn't be discouraged.

The cheers in the training hall gradually stopped. Liang Yue glanced at the old man beside her, who gave him a look.

It's your turn.

The strongest person in the swordplay dojo had the authority to set the rules. It used to be Xiyue, but now it was him.

Liang Yue looked at all the students here, and then looked at Xi Yue.

"I will not change the rules. The rules from now on will continue to be used."

The boys in the training hall were displeased by his words, but they could not bring it up.

"Want to know why?"

A few guys in the training hall stood up and said.

"Why should we do the tiring work or let us do it? Aren't you a man too? Why didn't you help us? " His words were rather loud, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Liang Yue's smile vanished. He was somewhat unhappy, as he felt that these students were somewhat insensible. Raising his foot, he quickly walked over to him.

When that student saw Liang Yue walk towards him, his eyes revealed a hint of panic, and he began to push his way towards the back.

Liang Yue stopped. He bent down to pick up the sword in its sheath. Then, he turned around and walked back.

"Woosh ~ ~ ~"

The Divine Chasing Sword shone with a red and blue light that seeped out of the sword and enveloped it.

"All of you have disappointed me!"

His voice was not as gentle as before, and he felt very dissatisfied. They were men.

"If you have any objections, you can come and find me. Defeat me!"

"The rules are up to you, but for guys like you, I don't know how to use a wooden sword."

A cold voice echoed throughout the training hall, making the boys' faces turn ugly. Meanwhile, the girls' mouths gaped open as they looked at the person holding a sword in the middle of the training hall.

He was a sword. There were many forms, but no matter what he looked like, he would always be the sword that stood in front of him.

"That's it!" The old man opened his mouth and looked at Liang Yue in satisfaction. From time to time, he would look at him with a praising gaze.

"Then the rules will remain the same as before. Class is dismissed!"

After the first lesson had ended, and after the teacher had given the order to disperse, the students dispersed into the training hall in their own circles.

Liang Yue, dressed in white, stood in the middle of the training hall and looked at the students scattered about. He felt somewhat amused. He felt that he was a leader, even though he was one.

"Can we talk?"

Xi Yue's voice sounded from behind him. The girl's voice was especially clear, making people feel that they were close.

They walked towards the entrance of the training hall together and sat on the steps of the training hall. The early summer sun was already hot, but surprisingly it made people feel warm because of the wind blowing beside them.

The wind blew his lightly tied long hair, causing the girl beside him to seriously think for a moment, before saying, "You're very powerful!"

When Liang Yue heard her praise herself, she thought for a moment before replying seriously, "You're also very powerful. If I can win against you, it could be because of my good luck."

"Luck?" Xi Yue was stunned for a moment before she said angrily, "What do you mean?"

"It means luck."

Liang Yue spread out her hands and smiled innocently, but seeing that the young girl was getting increasingly angry, she felt that it was even more interesting. The laughter became even louder.

As the head of the sword arts department and a member of the student union, she was the one who knew everything. No one dared to answer her question in such a perfunctory manner. Hearing his laughter growing increasingly happy, she stood up and stamped her feet hatefully, "I'm serious!"

"I'm serious too!" Liang Yue feigned a straight face as she raised her head to look at the flustered and exasperated young girl as she replied.

The girl clearly did not ask the question she wanted to, because the rhythm had been completely interrupted by Liang Yue.

"Then let me ask you again, why are you still using the rules that I left behind before?"

Liang Yue thought for a moment, and said seriously, "Because I'm too lazy to change it!"

"You …" The young girl was clearly not lightly angered by Liang Yue, and she immediately became speechless.

Liang Yue's smile was like a flower, while Xi Yue seemed a bit unhappy on the side. She had a stern expression on her face, as if Liang Yue owed her.

The bell for class rang, and the two walked into the training hall together.

Seeing her angry appearance, Liang Yue felt that it was more than enough, so he whispered into her ear.

"It's an honor for a man to serve a woman!"

Xiyue turned her head and looked at him, feeling somewhat puzzled. What and what?

Since they had already competed, then it was time for the main course to begin. The old man introduced himself first. His surname was Zhang, and he was a basic course instructor for the Sword Arts Department.

Under the orderly arrangement of the students, Elder Zhang began his lecture.

The lesson was like a name. Elder Zhang was lecturing on the most basic parts of swordsmanship.

Sting, splitting, lifting, hanging, dot, erasing, supporting, bracket, sweeping, cutting, pricking, pushing, transforming.

Under Elder Zhang's lecture, the thirteen basic sword techniques were slowly cut apart, turning into little bits of knowledge that gradually entered his mind, becoming one of his experiences.

The thirteen basic sword techniques each corresponded to a different situation, and the situation they dealt with was also different.

What was a sword? This is a very broad and grand proposition, but we cannot stop studying it because it is very grand, because it is very important to them, and the word is as untouchable as the firmament, and yet as easy to grasp as if it were in the palm of your hand. Of course not. We watch the clouds during the day and the stars at night, and of course we want to know what the sky is, like we know what's above him.

The grand proposition must be answered in a way that we can understand, and our answers must be specific and minute, and ask subtle and specific questions. We look up at the stars, and see the stars move, and draw the eternal curve in our hearts, and that is the art of seeing the stars.

What is the sky and what is the sky above the dome of heaven? You have to feel and comprehend these lines, strands of clouds, and the fluctuations brought about by the breathing of heaven and earth. And the word sword is the same.

If Dao of the Sword were to explore the specifics and search for the physical object within the image, just what kind of answer would he receive …

I can only express my understanding. As a sword, I am myself.

Liang Yue sat cross-legged on the ground of the training hall. Holding the Divine Chasing Sword, she tried her best to open her eyes wide and earnestly listened to her teacher explain the contents of the class.

Elder Zhang's words were extremely clear, but as the words between his lips became clearer, Liang Yue could feel that the drowsiness in her mind had been magnified many times over.

In the past, Liang Yue had been left with the side effects of attending classes. She would only be able to sleep in the classroom during school hours, but she was completely immune to this kind of class. Although the class was still quite important, she still wanted to sleep.

Faintly, Liang Yue couldn't help but be at a loss. Could it be that the beautiful morning in the future would all be wasted on this kind of time? It was too boring and a bit wasteful.

The young girl's clear voice rang out from within the training hall. He cast a glance at Xiyue, who had stood up, and thought to himself, if you can find something different with this kind of profound problem, then you are indeed worthy of being a specially recruited student.

When the teacher said that the sword was his own body, an extremely disapproving voice sounded from within the training hall, "Teacher Zhang, I don't think the sword is his body. The sword techniques I possess are for controlling him, not with him."

As a special admission, Xiyue was naturally able to directly ask a question. However, this was clearly not the first time Xiyue had asked a question. The surrounding students did not make any sound and only silently watched the scene.

Liang Yue woke up from her comatose state.

Elder Zhang narrowed his eyes at Liang Yue before saying to Xi Yue, Sword Controlling Technique and being a sword are two different theories, but right now, in my classroom, you have to prove which one is stronger.

"How can I prove it!"

Xiyue clearly did not plan on letting the matter go. After all, this was related to her own concept, so she still wanted to prove it.

"Very simple." Elder Zhang chuckled as he pointed at Liang Yue, "It's fine as long as we can defeat him!"

"What?"

Why did you beat me? Did I provoke you again?

Liang Yue struggled to open her eyes wide and look at the two of them, trying to figure out what they were trying to say.

Hearing that her teacher wanted her to win against the person who had just defeated her, Xiyue's expression turned ugly.

At this moment, Liang Yue opened his mouth, "I think it would be better to be a sword master among men."

The sword was horizontally in front of him, the sword was in his hands.

Two different views.

"Just you wait!" Xi Yue was obviously not convinced, but she could only put down her harsh words and defeat Liang Yue next time.

Elder Zhang stroked his beard and laughed heartily.

"You don't have many opportunities …"

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