Chapter 240 It's a sunny day and the sky is clear.
It is October in the golden autumn in Youdao.
Compared with the sultry heat and irritability of summer, it really feels cool and comfortable.
Zuo Chi was alone in the open space in the courtyard of the guest room, mobilizing the inner strength of his body to the maximum extent, swinging the Qingfeng sword, which had not been unsheathed for a month, very slowly and move by move.
The sword shines like frost and snow, cold and killing, but the sword energy bursting out during the movements is like a rainbow.
Everyone who comes or passes by this place is attracted by this black color and will stop and watch it for a long time.
However, those watching will suddenly realize that in the limited leisure time, they cannot finish watching the man in black complete every move, and they can't help but turn around and leave with regrets on their faces.
Upon closer inspection, there was a lot of confusion and surprise on those people's faces.
Not only these people passing by, but also Taoist Priest Qingfeng and others who came to look for Zuo Chi, saw Zuo Chi practicing his sword at this time, couldn't help but stop and stared at Zuo Chi silently with doubtful eyes. every move.
It turns out that the reason for this confusion and surprise is that although Zuo Chi is practicing swordsmanship, every move and style he uses is very different from ordinary people.
"The sword is like a white snake spitting out messages, hissing through the wind, and like a dragon flying through the air.
It is as light as a swallow when walking around, and it is as sudden as lightning when it lifts up, causing leaves to fall."
Under normal circumstances, whenever you watch people practicing swordsmanship, you will always feel this way.
However, Zuo Chi is the complete opposite.
Each of its actions, although coherent.
But, very slowly.
At this time, the wind was so light that it could not even lift the clothes of anyone present.
Zuo Chi, who was practicing swordsmanship, was wearing ordinary black official uniform.
He was not wearing a hat, but when he was waving the sword, his movements were so slow that even his hair did not move, let alone the clothes.
The people standing on the sidelines are all good practitioners, even the contemporary Nanhu Baicao Yu Yingru who doesn't like martial arts moves.
It was also at the same time that Qingfeng Taoist Master Nie Zaizhi taught Zuo Chi Qingfeng swordsmanship that he was exposed to it and gained a lot of experience in swordsmanship. but.
At this time, whether it was Qingfeng Taoist Master Nie Zaizhi, whose swordsmanship was already superb, or Mo Yuanxin and Mo Lidao, two seniors in the world, as well as the second son of the Wu family and Nie Yao, who were outstanding in martial arts among the younger generation.
No one.
It was obvious what kind of swordsmanship Zuo Chi was practicing at this time.
Among the people present.
Zuo Chi's master, Qingfeng Taoist Priest Nie Zaizhi, was undoubtedly the most superb in swordsmanship.
At this time, he was also looking at Zuo Chi's figure and sword moves, and couldn't help but frown.
What he was most proud of in his life was the original Qingfeng sword technique.
In Nie Zaizhi's past experience, no matter what sword technique, speed was its essence.
The sword has a double edge, and the edge of the sword points.
No one can block its edge, this.
It is also the highest realm pursued in sword practice.
But looking at it so carefully, Nie Zaizhi discovered that every pause of Zuo Chi's sword seemed to stagnate the surrounding airflow.
Like the most tranquil lake, the moment the breeze blows by, it only becomes more beautiful and beautiful, and the scenery is quiet. but "Too slow."
Because it is slow, it has many flaws.
Nie Zaizhi still frowned, turned his head and gently asked his beloved adopted daughter Nie Yao beside him: "How long has your senior brother been practicing this way?"
"It's been like this since the second day when you returned to Nanhu Villa.
Brother Zuo has been practicing this way every day, refusing to say a word, and I can't get close to him."
Nie Yao looked at Zuo Chi who was practicing swordsmanship with the slowest movements, anxious but helpless.
Nie Zaizhi nodded when he heard the words.
Looking at the disciple who was practicing his sword on his own and never paid the slightest attention to them, his eyes suddenly darkened.
He raised his hand and condensed a sword energy on his fingertips, and fired quickly to the left.
And go.
Even with Nie Zai's sword power, the sword energy shot out did not interrupt Zuo Chi's sword moves as expected.
Instead, Zuo Chi Yun Danfeng gently swung the sword, just like a withered yellow leaf slowly falling down, falling naturally back to the earth.
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If Zuo Chi, who was practicing swordsmanship, was like a calm lake, the sword energy that Nie Zai quickly shot away was like the smallest stone, unable to stir up any waves at all.
Nie Zaizhi couldn't help but be startled when he saw this scene.
What kind of swordsmanship is this?
"Your disciple's cultivation today is no longer what it was many years ago."
Only then did Nie Zaizhi finally understand the true meaning of what Mo Lidao said when he was on Broken Sword Mountain.
It turns out that even his master can no longer see through Zuo Chi’s sword moves?
However, even the smallest stone thrown into the lake will not stir up any waves, but at least it will make a ripple on the calm lake surface.
Sure enough, after Zuo Chi swung his sword to deflect Nie Zaizhi's sword energy, he slowly withdrew his move, but it was still extremely slow.
"Master, two seniors."
Zuo Chi sheathed his sword, walked over and saluted Nie Zaizhi and the Mo brothers behind him.
Nie Zaizhi nodded and glanced at Zuo Chi in front of him.
Although the poison in his body had been suppressed for a month, after the detoxification, Zuo Chi's face was no longer as pale as Nie Zaizhi had seen a few days ago, but was much refreshed.
Different from the anxiety and worry expressed by everyone from the inside out, Zuo Chi didn't have any worry or uneasiness at this time.
At least, you couldn't see it at all from Zuo Chi's face.
"Go in first, my teacher has something to tell you."
Nie Zaizhi said.
Zuo Chi nodded, his face still looking the same as when he was practicing his sword just now, as calm and calm as a waveless lake.
Seeing this, Wu Jue couldn't help but turn his head and glance at Nie Yao beside him, and suddenly understood where Nie Yao's anxiety in the past few days came from.
No wonder, among all people, the person Deng Si'er trusted the most was definitely Zuo Chi.
Zuo Chi himself should have understood this clearly.
However, unlike what everyone expected, Zuo Chi didn't even show a trace of panic or worry after learning that Deng Si'er was taken away by the master of the Shadow Sect.
Nie Yao is a girl who is inexperienced in the world.
The more Zuo Chi shows no reaction at all, the more anxious and uneasy Nie Yao will be when he sees her.
According to Nie Yao, Zuo Chi has been like this for the past four days, staying alone in the courtyard to practice swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship he practiced was not at all a move to kill the enemy.
Is it possible that Zuo Chi actually used such slow and extremely slow sword skills to go to Shadow Gate to rescue Deng Si'er ten days later?
Nie Yao couldn't understand.
At this time, I am afraid that no one can figure it out.
When everyone saw that Taoist Master Qingfeng, who was Zuo Chi's master, had spoken, they all silently followed Nie Zaizhi and Zuo Chi towards the guest room where Zuo Chi lived.
After entering the room, Nie Zaizhi sat down on his desk, while Zuo Chi stood in front of Nie Zaizhi as silently as Zuo Chi.
After the brothers Mo Lidao and Mo Yuanxin, as well as Yu Yingran, Nie Yao and Wu Jue, who entered the room later, all arrived, they looked up at Zuo Chi and said: "Idiot, you really plan to wait until ten days later":