Chapter 225 "Recruitment" (First Update, Please Give Me a Monthly Ticket)

Shan Xiumei nodded gently: "Yedu Martial Arts School has given the children of common people a chance to be promoted, which is also a great merit."

Her expression of admiration, implying pity and sympathy for the lower class people, really looks like a graceful fairy who has fallen into the world.

Wang Ce looked at her profile, admiring her beautiful lines, and was fascinated for a while.

Not long after, Kong Yu, the head of the Qingshou Constable of Yedu, Huang Yuanhua, the elder of the Huang family's foreign affairs, Lian Shuiyao, the external steward of the Huanhua Sword Sect, and Qi Zhengyan, the head of the sect, came to watch the martial arts school competition together and select talents for their family and sect.

In other martial arts halls, there are also people from sects and aristocratic families, but the big forces are all here, and the most important competitions are naturally arranged here.

"This is Cao Chengye from Chiyang Martial Arts School. He is just 19 years old, but he has already begun to open his eyes. My family cherishes talents and decided to give him the opportunity to practice advanced skills." Wang Ce pointed to a silent and cold young man below and introduced him to Shan Xiumei.

Yesterday, he specifically asked his old servant to find the information about the martial arts competition. He read it through in order to explain it to the beauty. He was most impressed by Cao Chengye, who was selected to join his family. Otherwise, how could Cao Chengye, an ordinary young man with a sense of enlightenment, be recognized and remembered by Prince Wang.

Shan Xiumei nodded slightly, looked at Cao Chengye, and then looked at his opponent, a simple young man who was a little embarrassed by the lively scene today: "Who is this?"

Wang Ce's expression stiffened for a moment, and the old servant next to him moved his lips and transmitted the secret message.

He coughed and introduced leisurely: "He Mu from Qingfeng Martial Arts School, a minor master of Qi Accumulation, won five games in a row yesterday, and his swordsmanship is outstanding."

"Five consecutive wins with a minor master of Qi Accumulation?" Shan Xiumei was a little surprised. The rarest in the martial arts competition are the talents who have just opened their eyes and the low-level masters of Qi Accumulation. The most common are the ones who have achieved great Qi Accumulation. If a teenager with a minor master of Qi Accumulation wants to win five games in a row, even if he doesn't meet an outstanding disciple like Cao Chengye, he will at least meet two or three opponents with great Qi Accumulation. He actually won all of them?

Wang Ce looked at Cao Chengye and He Mu with his hands behind his back, paused for a moment and said: "According to the comments of the martial arts judges and spectators, He Mu's swordplay is like playing chess, with clear organization and complete layout, and often unexpected and full of traps. Well, it's not like a teenager like him who has the understanding of swordsmanship."

"In other words, he has a master behind him?" Shan Xiumei asked with a little curiosity.

Wang Ce smiled and said, "It should be. Even his swordplay layout was completely done by others, but it is not ruled out that he is a genius."

Shan Xiumei showed a bit of girlishness: "Brother Wang, since he has the guidance of a master, can he defeat Cao Chengye?"

"Impossible." Wang Ce said firmly, "The gap between opening the orifice and accumulating qi is huge. Cao Chengye can break the trick with force and speed, unless the master seals his martial arts himself and makes up for this gap with his rich experience and wonderful swordplay."

Shan Xiumei looked at Wang Ce with hidden reverence, as if what he said was a wise saying, which made Wang Ce proud and happy.

"In the first battle, I kept dodging and defending, allowing Bai Liang to expand his sideways break step by step until he was defenseless..."

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"The swordplay is exquisite, he is cautious, good at luring people into traps, and the layout is complete..."

On the ring, Cao Chengye recalled the information compiled by his senior brothers and junior brothers in his mind, and had an intuitive and accurate impression of the opponent in front of him.

He was calm and clear-minded, and had a strategy to deal with He Mu:

"If we only talk about swordsmanship, judging from his current level, I may not be as good as him, but I am much higher than him in terms of strength, speed, and reaction. Moreover, my eyes have been opened, and I am good at capturing fast things. Even if I fall into a sword trap, I can avoid it..."

"Use force to break cleverness, use speed to break cleverness, but you have to keep some force. Once you encounter a sword trap, you can change your moves in time to deal with it..."

He Mu, who was opposite him, was calm and had no obsession with winning or losing. In other words, he never thought about winning against a master who had just opened his eyes. He stood here just to verify Mr. Su's "story".

Mr. Su's words yesterday flowed through his mind one by one, making him eager to try:

"The opponent is stronger than you, has stronger Qi, and is faster than you. Once you really fight, with your current understanding of swordsmanship, no matter what 'story' you tell or what traps you lay, you can't deal with him..."

"Your only chance lies in the beginning of the story you told earlier. Be cautious, good at layout, and good at luring people into the trap. It is accumulated from five battles and is true and credible. As long as the opponent is not a reckless person, not a careless person, and not a master who only attacks but does not defend, then when he faces your swordsmanship, he will definitely consider whether this is a layout or a trap, and will always leave some strength to deal with it. This is your chance..."

"This is a ring competition, not a real battle. As a strong man in the awakening period, he will definitely respect his status and let you make the first move..."

"Of course, if the opponent is really reckless and careless, or conceited, you should concentrate on enjoying the swordsmanship. It is impossible to win..."

Is this okay? Is this really okay? He Mu asked himself, the "strange move" that Mr. Su gave at the end was too unacceptable, not because it was strange, but because it was very ordinary and there was no mystery at all!

As the words were still ringing in his ears, He Mu raised his long sword and got ready to attack.

Cao Chengye respected his status, held the long sword across his chest, and signaled He Mu to attack first.

He Mu took a deep breath, his true energy surged, his waist and legs exerted strength, and he used a move called "Lone Sail in the Distant Shadow".

For this move, he used up all his strength, exhausted his true energy, and left no room for maneuver. The only thing in his mind was the eight words that Mr. Su said at the end:

"There is no retreat when there is progress, and there is no turning back when there is progress!"

The sun shines into the martial arts hall, reflecting the sword's light brightly and brightly. It is like a building ship in the blue sky and the vast sea. Bathed in the sun, it gradually moves away and goes straight to the middle road with fierce momentum.

This sword was the fastest and strongest sword that He Mu had ever wielded in his life. If he was in a different position, he felt that even if he had a lot of energy, he would not be able to block such a sword. Of course, he could still dodge it.

In Cao Chengye's eyes, although this sword was extremely fast, it could still be caught by his sight, and its trajectory was clear enough for him to respond.

"He is cautious..."

"He is good at swordsmanship layout..."

"Every change he makes hides a trap..."

Thoughts were swirling in his mind. Cao Chengye subconsciously reserved some strength and swung his sword out to block He Mu's sword.

bite!

The two swords collided, and when they were thrown away, it turned out to be Cao Chengye's sword!

"This kind of power?"

"Didn't he save any strength?"

"He just ran out of energy?"

"How could he be so reckless! Such a disregard for subsequent changes!"

Cao Chengye's hand went numb and his long sword was slightly swung away. Although He Mu's sword was also bounced a little, it was able to go straight to the middle without changing its direction and was still aimed at Cao Chengye's body!

The sword struck him, and it was so sharp that it reached his body. At this time, it was too late for Cao Chengye to change his defense, and he could only use the remaining strength to dodge.

He gritted his teeth and lay down, rolled around, and dodged He Mu's sword. Then Carp stood up straight, and was about to attack with his sword in shame and anger. But at this time, He Mu raised his sword and said with a smile:

"I surrender."

He was in an unusually happy mood, and being able to force an eye-witness expert to be so embarrassed was simply something he could never dream of. If he had successfully accumulated energy, his inner strength would be stronger, his strength would be greater, and his speed would be faster. , Cao Chengye may not be able to avoid it!

However, he also knew that to be able to make Cao Chengye so embarrassed today with one sword, the right time, the right place and the right people are indispensable. The right time is in the arena competition. He can make the first move. Cao Chengye has no desire to risk his life. The right place is in the previous five competitions. The established self-image and the well-prepared beginning of the story made Cao Chengye worry about the subsequent traps and falling into the trap when he took the sword. Cao Chengye was the more cautious person.

The "geographical advantage" is the most important here, and it cannot be created by myself at the moment. It all depends on Mr. Su's guidance and planning. If we fight again in the future, even if the weather, time and people are still there, I will be successful, but the geographical advantage has disappeared. He would only be easily defeated by Cao Chengye.

Wang Ce on the second floor saw Cao Chengye stupidly facing He Mu's sword, rolling away in embarrassment, and said with some anger: "What is he thinking? How can he be distracted during the competition!"

It almost felt like Cao Chengye was under an illusion!

Shan Xiumei looked at He Mu calmly, her beautiful eyes seemed thoughtful. Qi Zhengyan, who was not far away, nodded gently and secretly admired this development.

The old servant's lips moved, Wang Ce's face quickly calmed down, and he said to Shan Xiumei with confidence: "The reason why Cao Chengye is so embarrassed is because he thinks too much. He Mu's previous five competitions gave people the impression of being cautious, wise, and good at There was a trap hidden in the swordsmanship. Cao Chengye was distracted and prepared for this, but he didn't expect He Mu's sword to advance rapidly and use all his strength without leaving any way to retreat. He was unable to concentrate for a while and was almost taken advantage of by He Mu. "

"Taking the performance of yesterday's five games as a trap, the master behind He Mu has really far-reaching plans, which is shocking. If I hadn't known that Brother Wang Siyuan was still in Jiangdong, I would have suspected that it was his handiwork. Of course, if it was him, Cao Chengye would definitely defeat."

Shan Xiumei looked at Wang Ce with admiration: "Brother Wang, when you say this, I understand the reason. The master behind He Mu should not be underestimated."

"Well, I plan to send someone to investigate and see if we can win over each other. Every family will not think there are too many masters." Wang Ce's words came from the heart and came from the teachings his legitimate son received.

Kong Yu, the Qingshou head catcher not far away, pondered for a moment, then ordered the governor catcher next to him: "Send someone to secretly investigate He Mu to see who is directing him. Even if we don't provoke him, we have to keep him in our sights." In order to avoid any trouble."

In the martial arts hall, among the onlookers, Meng Qi patted his robe and left with his hands behind his back, quite satisfied with the effect.

He had quietly observed Shan Xiumei just now and found that she was not too surprised by He Mu's swordsmanship. She was obviously knowledgeable and better than Wang Ce, which was doubtful.

After leaving the martial arts hall, a carriage covered with white felt stopped in front of Meng Qi. The driver was restrained and looked ahead expressionlessly.

The car door opened, revealing a delicate and beautiful girl dressed in white, with an ethereal temperament. The copper stove beside her was burning warm incense, and the white cloak was placed at the side of her hand.

"Ms. sir, I knew you would come to see Shan Xiu Mei, so get in the car." Gu Xiaosang said with a smile.

Meng Qi was wary inside but calm on the outside: "How can we be sure that she is a woman? How can we be sure that she has the strange stone in her hands? How can we be sure that she is looking for me?"

He didn't want to be used as a weapon by Gu Xiaosang.

"My husband is so paranoid, well, just follow me somewhere and we will find out." Gu Xiaosang pointed to the seat opposite him.