Chapter 45:

Early the next morning, the first class that Jing Yue entered the academy was ushered in.
He brought Xiao Canglan Sword, all the way to the Dojo. A stone monument stands at the gate of the Dojo, with the words Xingsu and Kendo engraved on it.
At this time there were forty or fifty disciples on the dojo. Jingyue calculated it, and it was estimated that there would be sixty or seventy.
The disciples met Jing Yue for a while, and looked a little strange. Although Jiu Tian Academy has no seniority among the same class, everyone knows that he is the ancestor of Han Yunzong—a person who can only look up outside Jiu Tian Academy, so they are not sure what kind of attitude to contact with him, for fear of offending Got him.
"Hello everyone."
Jing Yue took the lead in greeting and found an empty futon to sit down.
"Hello King, King King." The disciples replied carefully.
"Well ..." Jing Yue knew that they were jealous, and said, "Don't be so restrained. Let us be classmates. Call me A Jing."
Suddenly, the Academy rang a crisp and sweet ringing bell, and then a daisy figure came with a sword.
The dojo was quiet immediately, and all the disciples sat quickly.
Jing Yue noticed that many people's eyes were burning, as if there was a fire in their eyes, and they burned wildly towards Qin Yanzhi ahead, making him feel a cold.
Raising his eyes again, but collided with Qin Yanzhi's eyes, Jing Yue smiled at him, Qin Yanzhi slightly nodded his eyes and said: "I'm Qin Yanzhi, Yan Zhenren went back to Zongmen. During this time, I will be your Kendo instructor on his behalf. "
Although the disciples had already inquired about it, it was difficult to conceal the excitement by Qin Yanzhi at this time.
Qin Yanzhi: "I don't care where you come from and what kind of identity you can have no objections when I teach. What I ask you to do is what you do. If you don't want to, or if you are perfunctory, then you don't have to come back."
"Yes!"
The disciples straightened their waists, and looked completely.
Qin Yanzhi took a special look at Jing Yue, seeing that he listened to himself very seriously, his eyes were clear as a spring, there was no ancestor's frame at all, and he nodded secretly.
"I know your kendo talents are not bad, but now I need you to forget what you have learned before."
After all, Qin Yan waved his sleeve robe.
Jing Yue felt a twirling sky, his eyes became dark, there was no aura around him, and then there was a constant shock. He knew that he was caught in his sleeve.
"..."
It seemed that only a few moments later, he was thrown out again, and an accidentally fell to the ground.
Jing Yue stabilized her body, and saw many people rising from the ground. There was no resentment in her eyes. Instead, she showed the glory of "I entered Qin Zhenjun's sleeves" and had to say that she was a little suffocated.
He saw Qin Yan standing behind a wooden building with a plaque above the main entrance of the building, and the letter "Tibet Sword Pavilion" was written on it. It turned out that they had reached the Tibetan Sword Pavilion of Jiutian Academy.
Qin Yan stood with his hands on his shoulders and said solemnly, "The first lesson today, know swords."
All disciples, including Jing Yue, are all stunned, knowing swords? What do you mean? Don't they even know the sword?
Although there were many doubts in everyone's minds, given Qin Yanzhi's words first, no one questioned.
Qin Yanzhi: "The sword of the world is more than billions? Even if you can't recognize all the swords during the robbery period, it is not enough to talk about swords without knowing them. I don't require you to know every kind of sword in the world, but the college has sword They are all representative. Once you can recognize each sword in the sword court, including their name, size, material, origin, matching skills, etc., let's talk about the next step. "
Everyone looked at each other, many people wanted to ask questions, but the deterrence trapped in Qin Yanzhi stopped.
Jing Yue was not afraid. Qin Yanzhi only said that he could not disagree, and he could not ask questions, so he said, "Qin Zhenjun, how many swords are there in the court?"
"Thirty-seven thousand seven hundred and fifty-six."
All the disciples were relieved. The number was very small. The people in the foundation period could almost never forget it. With more than 30,000 swords, they could remember it in one day.
But Jing Yue didn't think the matter was so simple. I wonder if it was his illusion. He felt that Qin Yanzhi smiled very shallowly when he answered, but when he looked carefully, he could not see anything.
"I'll give you a year. This year's kendo assessment is knowing swords. Remember, you can only learn, you cannot try."
Qin Yanzhi waved his sleeves again, and everyone felt a strong push, and many fell into the sword court.
"boom--"
The sound of a thick wooden door closing in his ears, Jing Yue fell into darkness again.
Although the monks in the foundation period could see the night vision, they lit the neatly arranged candlesticks on both sides of the sword pavilion.
Rows of wooden frames stretched out to the end of the light and could not see the head. Each wooden frame is nine floors high, and a sword box is placed on each floor. There is naturally a sword in the box.
The sword in the court was so arrogant that it was quite stressful. Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, but they didn't say anything.
For a long while, someone picked a sword at random from a nearby shelf and observed the back: "There is nothing on this sword?" He carefully explored the sword box again, "There is no sword box, how do I know its name? Not to mention the origin? As for the exercises, how can I guess without letting me test the sword? Only the material and size can be considered one or two. "
"Yeah, I don't have this sword either."
"None of mine!"
Everyone was confused, and someone said, "How do you know a sword like this? No wonder it gave us a year. Isn't that embarrassing?"
"The door hasn't locked yet, if you find it difficult, get out!"
At a glance, Jing Yue seemed to be a disciple of Wan Ming Jianzong, and the other fellow students also looked poor. They inherently trust and worship Qin Yanzhi. They are afraid that Qin Zhenjun will let them die, and they won't frown. Therefore, they heard someone question Qin Yanzhi's instinctual anger.
"What are you talking about? You have the ability to admit it!"
"Although I don't know the method, I know that Qin Zhenjun will never be aimless, nor will I embarrass you!"
"That's right, you are worth it?" Several other disciples of Wan Ming Jian Zong echoed angrily.
Seeing that the atmosphere would be bad, Jing Yue quickly stopped: "If it was just a simple recitation, I don't think Qin Zhenjun would be so troublesome and give us a period of one year. Since he asked, there must be other ways Knowledge of the sword, if we first find a sword to study, it is better than dreaming here. "
The disputed people still refused to accept it, but due to Jing Yue's face, they also lost their tempers and spread out.
Jing Yue went to a wooden frame and took out the sword from the sword box on the first floor.
The sword is black and blue, and the blade has an uneven pattern, but at the end of the pattern, a little red appears suddenly, like a drop of blood. The sword is about fifteen inches long and one and a half inches wide. The sword is heavy and extremely sharp. Jing Yue stroked it gently, speculating that the refining material should be tin or copper, but the other attributes were not known.
He raised his eyes and looked around, and found that some practitioners from Jianzong sat down with their swords on their knees and closed their eyes as if meditating. Jing Yue knew that this was a method of communicating with the sword and followed suit.
Soon, he felt that he had a mysterious connection with the sword. He seemed to hear the sound of the sword, but in a blink of an eye, the sound of the sword turned into a whistling wind.
A man came slowly in the vast desert. He looked forty years old, and his face was covered with wind and frost. He carried a long sword on his back, and his figure looked a little distorted under the heat.
Behind him was a long trail, and in front of him were a dozen masked men holding weapons.
The man took out the long sword, and the sword body was black, which brought a hint of coolness under the scorching sun.
This sword is a murder sword, and today it will drink blood again.
The yellow sand was full of sky and flying blood splashed.
When the heavens and earth return to tranquility, corpses will be broken in the desert.
The man was kneeling on one knee, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and no one was intact.
"Sister, look, they are all dead."
No one is on all sides, and no one knows who he is talking to?
Blood and water spread, invading the desert little by little, and yellow sand turned into blue slate wherever it passed.
Hearing only a loud noise, the lintel with the Liu plaque hanging was torn apart.
Still a smart man, just a lot younger.
He burst into the room and came to a young woman in pink. The young woman had a dagger stuck in her belly and fell into a pool of blood. The man gently lifted her up and trembled, "Shimei ..."
The young woman opened her eyes hard, her lips moved slightly, "Master ... brother ... come ..."
Then there was no breath.
"Shimei !!!" The man shouted from the sky, his eyes glowing with hatred.
It turned into a scarlet red, and that red turned into red silk and red lanterns. The sound of suona went from far to near, and a hi car was carried into Liu Fu. The man in his early twenties leaned against the back wall of Liufu House, listening to the chanting of his prime minister, his eyes were full of bitterness.
He murmured: "Sister and sister, may you and Liu Gongzi grow old together and love forever."
The horizon changed again and was replaced by a quiet mountain forest. The pink-clad woman slowly walked out of the forest with a basket of fruit, and the man outside Liu Fu turned into a 15-year-old boy. Excited: "My sister! I succeeded! I can forge a sword!"
The pink-clad woman smiled, "Brother is really amazing."
"of course!"
"Brother will definitely make the strongest sword and become the strongest swordsman in the world."
The teenager scratched his head a little embarrassed, and then firmly said, "Hmm!"
He looked at the woman with full affection.
The mountain forest behind it gradually faded, and gradually frosted, and time went backwards for many years.
The boy shrank into a child again. He held a wooden sword in his hand and shouted at Tian: "I Wang Xiao, in the future, he must be the most powerful swordsman and the most powerful swordsman."
The Pink Girl applauded and laughed, "Brother is awesome!"
The boy asked with a chuckle, "New, what's your name?"
"My name is cinnabar."
At the same time, a low-pitched voice sounded in Jingyue's consciousness. He saw a middle-aged man take out a Wuqing long sword from the furnace. The sword was a little red, which was the blood of the man's heart.
"From today on, you're called killing."
At that moment, Jing Yue noticed the joy of the sword in his hand. He slowly opened his eyes and heard the morning bell again.
The door of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion was suddenly opened, and the light from the outside came in, reflecting a slender shadow.
Qin Yanzhi stood up against the light and said faintly, "To this day, I will wait here tomorrow."
Say stop and turn away.
Jing Yue stared at God and turned to the people around him, who were either at a loss, bewildered, or gain something.
He smiled a little, solemnly put his sword into the sword box, and looked out to the sun at the outside of the door, his heart said that the day had passed.