Chapter 59: Ruoyi Sword Dance

A multiverse of possibilities…but I only have this sword for you.

Lei Wujie’s sword aimed unerringly at Duan Xuanyi as his third wave of sword qi continued to shoot forward. Filled with the fragrance of flowers though it may be, all that mattered in the end was its bristling killing intent.

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Duan Xuanyi quickly retreated as he unleashed the Hidden Water Eulogy. But it was promptly shredded to pieces the moment the sword qi collided with it, its tattered threads of true qi scattering to the winds mere moments later. He tried to call forth the Twenty Four Bridges under a Silvery Moon once again. But the moment he executed his skill, he discovered that the fan and flute which he had practiced to perfection were showing signs of resistance. It was then that his cautionary words came echoing back to him, “the first twenty three bridges  The words which his father had spoken to him in the past when he was practicing the skill appeared in his mind. On the obverse side, the first twenty three bridges abides by the dignity of a gentleman, they are ones of elegance. The last bridge on the inverse side, however, is an act of utter desperation, to break the cauldron and to sink one’s ship. Strong though such a move might be, it runs contrary to the ways of a gentleman, and must never be used lightly.”Duan Xuanyi didn’t think much of those words then, after all, a weapon was just a weapon. Today, however, he finally understood his father’s words.

But it was too late… he was about to die any moment now!

“Even though Jiangnan’s Duan Clan isn’t as strong as Tangmen or the Lei Clan, it is nevertheless a prestigious clan. It isn’t appropriate for the heir of the family to die here.” The white robed scholar sat down. Right now, it was no longer suitable for him to make a move.

As for Sikong Changfeng, he wasn’t anxious at all. Releasing the spear in his hand, he said,
“No matter who it is, they won’t die in Snow Moon City.”

Even though Tang Lian almost died, when he saw the scene in front of him, he yelled, “Wujie, stop!”

At this moment, flowers were revolving around Lei Wujie and his sword qi was rolling. At first glance, he was so handsome he looked like a heavenly being. However, he was cursing in his heart. He never thought of killing Duan Xuanyi but due to his impulse, he accidentally executed Moon in Obscurity, Flowers at Daybreak. He was unable to control such a terrifying power and there was no way he could take it all back!

“Lei Wujie!” Tang Lian screamed once again and he stepped forward. He was about to leap forward to stop Lei Wujie but he realized he was too late.

All the blood drained from Duan Xuanyi’s face as there was no longer a chance for him to get away. As he lost strength in his legs, his knees wobbled and kneeled with one knee on the ground. He no longer had the refined look he had just several moments ago.

It was at this time a green robed figure appeared in the sea of flowers. She appeared so casually it was as though she didn’t fear the undulating sword qi released by Lei Wujie. She appeared before Lei Wujie and lightly grabbed a camellia which was fluttering beside her.

It was her, Ye Ruoyi.

Lei Wujie was shocked silly but he was still unable to control the sword in his hand. Ye Ruoyi suddenly took an additional step forward as her hand gently rapped Rainfall which was in Lei Wujie’s hand. It swept past her head and sliced through the rope which held her hair together. Her long red hair cascaded down past her shoulders like a waterfall.

Lei Wujie’s mouth was agape as he looked at the scene in front of him. However, Ye Ruoyi turned around and lightly held his hand. In a soft voice, she said, “That’s a good sword.”

Unable to think of a proper reply, Lei Wujie stiffly nodded his head and agreed. “Yeah…”

Gently waving his hand, the sea of flowers followed his gestures as the suffocating sword qi which was filled with killing intent disappeared. It became a warm embrace which made everyone feel comfortable. Even though the sword qi was still present, it no longer possessed the slightest bit of killing intent. Ye Ruoyi took a step back and pulled Lei Wujie along with her. Finally releasing Lei Wujie’s hand, she said, “Follow my actions.”

Lei Wujie nodded with a dazed expression on his face. Ye Ruoyi’s voice was extremely gentle and pleasant to listen to. However, there was a kind of authority behind her voice which made it difficult to refuse her commands.

“Really a dumb kid.” Ye Ruoyi laughed and retreated yet another step. As she waved her sleeves, it swirled around and she started dancing.

Lei Wujie didn’t hesitate at all as he raised his sword to follow in Ye Ruoyi’s footsteps.

As flowers fluttered in the sky, Lei Wujie’s red clothes danced in the wind as he gracefully danced with the sword in his hand. As for the peerless beauty beside him, her sleeves danced in the wind and her actions were mesmerizing.

In that instant, four words appeared in the mind of everyone present: Incomparable and unmatched magnificence.

“This is true elegance.” The white robed scholar laughed. “Jiangnan’s Duan Clan? They are sorely lacking…”

“So this is the Ruoyi sword dance…” Sikong Changfeng said in a deep voice. 

“That’s right, the Ruoyi sword dance. It’s the sword dance created on the battlefield by General Ye. It is said that twenty years ago when the Ye Clan’s army marched through the lands, there would be a white robed lady who would execute a dance while holding the sword. Looking at it from a distance, it would seem as though a heavenly being descended into the mortal world. There are two parts to this sword dance and it begins with smooth movements, alike dancing clouds and flowing water. As the dance progresses, the murderous aura slowly intensifies, and nearing the end of the dance, the killing intent becomes so strong it seems to solidify. Within the radius of a thousand meters, nothing other than killing intent would be felt. This time, it looks like she is merely executing the initial part of the dance.” The white clothed scholar laughed, “However, it’s a pity there is no music to accompany the dance.”

“There are so many singing courtesans here. How can you say that there is no music?” Sikong Changfeng said.

The white clothed scholar shook his head. “It’s not that I’m looking down on your Snow Moon City. In order to find a musician who can play a melody to compliment the Ruoyi sword dance is harder said than done.”

The instant the words left his lips, the melody from a flute filled the room. The white clothed scholar was stunned. Snapping his head to look at the source of the sound, he discovered a blue robed youngster with a flute in his hand as he lightly blew into it. With an expression as still as water, he seemed completely undisturbed by the world. However, the tune which came out of the flute encompassed a myriad of emotions which perfectly complemented the dance performed by the two individuals in the pavilion. It was as though this tune was specially made for the dance.

“No! It’s not as though this tune was made to complement the dance. This melody IS the song of the Ruoyi sword dance. ‘Harmonious’… This is the tune which was said to be long lost, ‘Harmonious’! Sikong Changfeng, who on earth is this guy? How can your Snow Moon City possess such a disciple?” The white clothed scholar leaped onto his feet and a bright light flashed in his eyes.

“It’s my disciple, Xiao Se.” Sikong Changfeng said smugly and it was clear he was proud of himself.

“Great, great, great! It seems like my trip to watch the Hundred Flowers Banquet this time wasn’t in vain!” The white clothed scholar felt much more interested and after scanning the surroundings, he jumped out of the pavilion before landing in a courtyard. The musician who was watching the dance with a blank expression on his face became shocked when he discovered that someone else appeared out of nowhere.

As for this scholarly man clad in full white, he waved his hand gently at the musician. “Sorry, lend me your qin.”

The musician nodded and stood up in a fluster. Before he could do anything, he saw that with a slight wave of his hand, the qin had already appeared in the white clothed scholar’s hand. Without sitting down, the scholar used his right hand to raise the qin as his left hand violently swept at the strings.

It was like thousands of horses running through the plains. Everything in their path was destroyed.

“Who?!” Lei Wujie, Ye Ruoyi, and even Xiao Se who were shocked. The power behind the qin’s melody was too strong and it was something they couldn’t match up to.

The middle aged scholar softly chuckled and took a step back. Placing the qin back on the table, he casually took a seat and said in a clear voice, “You don’t have to bother about me! It’s my honor to be able to witness the real Ruoyi sword dance in this life!”

Even though the sword dance didn’t stop, the three of them were astonished. Their steps and the melody of the flute weren’t distruped at all even though their hearts shook. As for the middle aged scholar, he closed his eyes and listened closely to the tune coming from the flute in Xiao Se’s hand. After a short while, his hands started to move as his fingers plucked the string. This was the first time he heard the melody of the Ruoyi sword dance, ‘Harmonious’. However, with his heaven defying talent, he understood the tune the moment he touched the qin.

There was nothing in this world which couldn’t be understood.

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In the instant he sat down, Xiao Se had already guessed the identity of this white clothed scholar. There were people who were mediocre even though they practiced the way of the sword their entire life. As for this person, he studied for half his life and proclaimed that he was proficient with everything under the heavens. There was someone who mocked him by handing him a sword after asking if he, a scholar, would know how to use the sword.

After muttering to himself for quite some time, he picked up the sword and waved it around awkwardly for some time. He executed a move out of the blue…

This sword could be said to have reached the pinnacle!

With this move, another Sword Immortal appeared in the martial world.

Confusian Sword Immortal, Xie Xuan.

CHAPTER 60: A MAN OF ALCOHOL, A MAN OF INSIGHT

Xiao Se with his flute playing, Xie Yuan strumming his qin, Ye Ruoyi dancing her dance, and finally Lei Wujie performing with his swords. Standing by the side, Tang Lian couldn’t help but feel a little left out in the cold all of a sudden. However, even that sensation wasn’t enough to douse his burning blood and blazing spirits. With a graceful tap of his feet, he launched himself onto the rooftop, black robes fluttering in the wind as he descended downwards, right into a song.

I wish to ride the winds northwards, where the snow falls like a blanket over the earth.
I wish to ride a boat eastwards, where the fairies stand bewitchingly amongst the wind.
I wish to travel a million miles stepping on the clouds, what can the temples and dragons say to that?
The crests of Kunlun bathe in light, even amongst green mountains does an end exist.
Over ten thousand miles does a swallow fly home, yet return I will not till I see world’s end!

That was the same song that Wuxin once sang in Khotan. He only sang once before them but Tang Lian committed it to heart nonetheless, all because the majesty of ‘world’s end’ struck a chord within him. Right this very instant, that same overwhelming feeling made him break into song. Ever the stoic one, such a brazen act was far removed from his normal conduct. Yet it was such a Tang Lian that the audience couldn’t help but exclaim to themselves, now that’s the disciple of Baili Dongjun! Because Baili Dongjun was an immortal of spirits (alcohol), and was ever the brazen and dashing man during his youth.

Soon, the song ended.

Xiao Se lowered his flute, the Confucian Sword Immortal lifted his hands off the qin,Ye Ruoyi kept her sleeves, while Lei Wujie swung his sword with a final heavy slash. Blasted upwards by the sheer force, the surrounding flower petals soared high into the air, raining down a mere moment later in a vibrant display of beauty.
The moment the flowery rain ended, Lei Wujie lifted his head. His gaze fell upon Ye Ruoyi, eyes immediately darting to the side in a moment of youthful embarrassment. After hesitating for a second, he quietly said, “What a coincidence, we meet again.”

If there ever was a ranking board for the lousiest pick up lines in the martial world, that ‘coincidence’ just now would definitely make it in the top few.

Xiao Se stowed his flute and quietly walked to the side. Tang Lian jumped off his roof, then murmured to Xiao Se, “Even though I’m not too sure what’s the story behind those two, but wasn’t that line… just horrible?”

Xiao Se curled his lips to the side, “It’s bad enough to send chills down a person’s spine.”

Ye Ruoyi, however, merely smoothed out her hair and smiled, “That’s right, we meet again.”

Awkward…

Though his performance of Benefaction from a Sword Immortal created an impressive start for himself, that single line ruined it all, even his sword dance.

“There are those in the world whose beauty is unforgettable. A single day without them, leaves one mad in longing.”

Quick to the rescue, Xie Xuan lightly strummed his qin as he recited that verse, in the process, lightening the awkward atmosphere. He then stood up, peered into the distance, and suddenly said, “Seems like an old acquaintance is near.”

“And you’re still here?” From his cubicle above, Sikong Changfeng asked that of Xie Xuan.

Xie Xuan turned around, leapt back into that same cubicle, picked up a bookshelf he kept nearby, then leapt back down onto the hall.

“Today, I’ve seen for myself the young disciples of Snow Moon City. I now know that the title of “The Number One Martial City” wasn’t given in vain -neither was this trip a wasted one. I will take my leave now, but since I have nothing to offer, these few books will have to do.” With a wave of his hand, a relatively ancient book flew out of that bookshelf and landed in Ye Ruoyi’s hand.

Her eyes went wide. “This is…”

“Though the Ruoyi Sword Dance is an excellent dance, the killing intent within it is too strong. Your body is that of a female’s, and sickly as well, such energies aren’t beneficial for your body, so you mustn’t perform it often. The dance I’ve just handed you is named the Startling Swan. So named because one who performs it momentarily takes on the beauty of swan taking to the skies -elegant, gentle and without any killing intent. This dance will aid you in your development.” Xie Xuan smiled as he said that.

Ye Ruoyi lightly nodded, “You have my thanks, sir.”

Xie Xuan then handed out another book, this one nameless, to Xiao Se. Suddenly, he asked, “Young man, have we met before?”

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Never one for respect, not even towards the Sikong Changfeng, Xiao Se was markedly different this time. He nodded his head in respect, though his words were still short and direct. “Jixia Academy.”

“No wonder.” Xie Xuan wasn’t all that shocked by what he heard. “Then this book is given correctly. This book has no name, because it was written by me and I haven’t thought of a name for it. If something comes to mind after you read it, you may fill it in yourself.”

A nameless book from the Confucian sage Xie Xuan? The moment those present realised that, their hearts couldn’t help but stir. Everyone knew how learned the Xie Xuan was -his knowledge was already on par with the sages of the past. However, the books he wrote never bore a name. When asked about that, he once answered, should a person have some inspiration after reading my book, then that means that book is no longer mine. Because that inspiration belonged to that person alone, he chose not to name the book, leaving that to the person instead. However, only a scant few were ever worthy of being given a nameless book by him.

Xie Xuan turned around to face Tang Lian. “I often hear your teacher complaining that he accepted a stick-in-the-mud disciple. But what I saw of you just now, that was the same demeanor your teacher had when he was young. I’ll give you this book, your teacher loved it when he was young.”

Tang Lian was taken aback for a second, but quickly accepted the ancient book, only to find these two words written on it: Wine Scriptures. Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he asked, “My teacher already liked this when he was young?”

“Your teacher calls himself the Drunken Immortal. Even when he was young, he viewed wine as his life. Even when I was twelve, he was already like that. Back then, he told me that the wines of the world no longer held any taste for him. Thus, he asked for that same book from me. The recipes recorded inside are no ordinary wines. A man of thirty drinks, his fingers filled with prodigious insight, like the thundering of a spring bolt. Do not waste it.”

“Your junior will commit your teaching to heart.” Tang Lian hurriedly cupped his fists.

“Ever the stick in the mud…” It was now Lei Wujie’s turn to be given a book. His was a small book with an exquisite cover on it.

Upon receiving it, he looked at it and came out confused, “Esteemed senior, what is this?”

Xiao Se glanced at the book as well before asking in a thoughtful voice, “The Coming Winter?”

“Night is falling and winter comes, where may I find a cup of wine. This was the work of a talented female author in Jiangnan, Xie Feixuan. It’s a moving tale, one that will bring tears to the eyes of even the Empress. This book is for you, learn from the male lead in that book. The next time we meet, don’t use that awkward line again.” Xie Xuan chuckled at that point.

Lei Wujie’s face immediately burned a bright red. Ye Ruoyi, on the other hand, was more unconcerned, still smiling lightly as always.

“Alright, it’s time for me to leave.” Xie Xuan suddenly turned around.

“I just came and you’re already trying to leave? Are you that afraid of me?” A voice suddenly echoed from the distance.

Xie Xuan quickened his pace while muttering, “To meet is no better than not. To not meet is like meeting at times. Though our eyes may not meet, our hearts have.”

“Bloody bookworm.” That voice coldly cursed.

“Bit…” By now, Xie Xuan’s figure was beginning to disappear into the distance so that last word was never spoken fully.

Lei Wujie was in a panicked state right now. He first thought was to turn around and run, but as he did so, a sword suddenly cut off his escape route. That voice had already arrived. White robes and veiled, it was his teacher, the one and only Snow Moon Sword Immortal, Li Hanyi.

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“Teacher.” Lei Wujie lowered his head and bowed, his posture that of someone who had clearly done something wrong.

Li Hanyi coldly eyed him. “Just now when I was in the mountains, I felt a wave of sword qi.”

“That sword of yours, it wasn’t half bad.” Li Hanyi gently said.

“You’re praising me?!” Lei Wujie’s eyes went wide with disbelief.

“But… Who gave you permission to leave the mountain!” Li Hanyi picked up his sword and immediately sent the gaping Lei Wujie flying away.