They all became female demons after being reborn.

Chapter 58 Sword Dance Under the Moon

Bai Suying held Wu Cheng's hand and led him away from the courtyard, continuing to run up the mountain.

Her fingers had distinct knuckles, and her fingertips weren't particularly soft. The thin calluses from holding a sword for a long time made Wu Cheng's hand itch slightly, but her fingers were clenched tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

Wu Cheng was secretly shocked, thinking to himself, "I didn't realize that my senior sister was so bold."

Although there was no one in the back mountain, Wu Cheng felt he wasn't mentally prepared for anything to happen in the wild... to be honest.

And judging from the direction he's walking... could it be the platform where his cheap master taught him the Flowing Cloud Step?

Is my senior sister targeting me?

However, Wu Cheng was relieved after bypassing the platform, but then his curiosity was piqued.

Where else does my senior sister plan to take me?

Bai Suyi led him through a grove of low wild pear trees to a secluded valley hidden in the mountains.

The valley was not large, only about ten feet in circumference. The ground was a flat, naturally formed stone slab, but there were crisscrossing sword marks on it, indicating that people often practiced swordsmanship here.

The valley was surrounded by bamboo groves and wild pear trees, but there was a gap in the sky above. Moonlight slanted down from the gap and fell right on the center of the stone slab, like a silver spotlight hanging down from the sky.

Bai Suyi smiled sweetly, released Wu Cheng's hand, and walked to the center of the moonlight.

Today, my senior sister was still dressed in white, but she had changed into a short training uniform. The sleeves of her uniform were very narrow, and her waist was cinched tightly. Her long hair was tied up high with a silver hairpin, revealing her slender nape.

Although both are somewhat handsome, Li Anchan has more of a noble young master feel, while Bai Suyi is more dashing, and there is a hint of loneliness in her dashingness from time to time.

If we're really talking about temperament, Bai Suyi's temperament is somewhat similar to that of the Drunken Sword Immortal in the TV series "Chinese Paladin 1".

At this moment, Bai Suying walked to the moonlight, turned her back to Wu Cheng, and spoke softly, her voice sounding somewhat ethereal in the valley, "Junior brother, this is where I have practiced swordsmanship since I was a child."

She turned around, her long sword already drawn.

The longsword gleamed with a chilling light under the moonlight, and the cloud patterns on its blade appeared to be slowly flowing clouds when illuminated by the moonlight.

Bai Suyi ran two fingers across the sword and glanced at Wu Cheng.

That glance no longer held the carefree spirit of the past, but instead contained many complex emotions that Wu Cheng couldn't understand.

It used to be like that.

She practiced her sword here every night back then, while her junior brother was still pretending to be stupid and hadn't gone down the mountain.

Every time she finished practicing her sword, she would walk around to the gate of his courtyard and stand for a while. When she saw the candlelight shining through his window and saw the figure inside, the inexplicable irritation she felt from practicing her sword would always subside.

At that time, she believed that the sword was everything to her, while sword dancing was a lowly and vulgar thing that could not be performed in a respectable manner.

How can a sword be used for performance?

But later... when she arrived in Lin'an and saw Wu Cheng for the last time, she suddenly felt an urge to perform a sword dance for him, but he could no longer see it.

Now, she can finally do what she couldn't do before.

Then, Bai Suyi drew her sword.

Her sword was very fast, something Wu Cheng had witnessed in Shenjiazhuang.

However, her sword speed was not the kind of straight and fast sword like Qingque's, but rather an unpredictable speed, like clouds rolling and unfurling.

She didn't use any sword moves, but simply pointed the sword tip diagonally at the ground, turned her body to the side, lowered her shoulders, and took a half step forward with her left foot, waving the most basic starting stance.

As the sword tip slices through the air, moonlight flows across the blade, from the guard to the tip, and then back to the guard, like a pool of water contained in a silver vessel.

Then she quickened her sword movements, but they were still basic sword techniques: thrusting, parrying, chopping, slicing, hanging, pointing, and striking. Each move was clear and distinct, yet the transitions between them were smooth and fluid, as if these basic sword moves were not isolated but rather connected into a continuous river.

Her figure twirled and undulated in the moonlight, advancing and retreating. The hem of her snow-white dress was lifted and fell by the night wind, and the corner of her dress swept across the water ripples on the stone slab, startling a few pear blossoms that seemed to drift from nowhere.

Wu Cheng leaned against the wild pear tree and stared for a moment, feeling dizzy.

For some reason, although the sword dance was beautiful, he could sense an indescribable sense of fragmentation and a somewhat morbid sense of destruction from it.

However, just as he was contemplating and admiring the scene, Bai Suyi's swordplay began to change.

She switched from the basic sword stance to the "Ethereal Formless Sword Technique".

Wu Cheng had only heard his cheap master mention this sword technique once, saying that the underlying logic of this sword technique was to improve the power, speed and angle of the sword moves. Once you could understand the essence, you would no longer be bound by the specific sword moves.

Wu Cheng managed to grasp the basics by guessing all night, and his cheap master's expression at that time was indescribable.

Wu Cheng had been quite proud of himself, but seeing Bai Suyi use this sword technique, he finally understood just how profound the "Ethereal Sword Technique" truly was.

Bai Suyi's sword began to become erratic. The sword was clearly slashing diagonally from the left, but it suddenly appeared on the right halfway through its stroke.

The next sword strike was clearly a downward slash, but the blade transformed into a horizontal sweep just before it touched the ground. The sword energy silently spread across the stone slab, neatly slicing several newly fallen pear petals in half.

Her movements became faster and faster, and the sword light became denser and denser.

Strangely, her sword light, when it became dense enough, actually developed a sense of layering.

Some sword lights are extremely fast, disappearing in a flash, while others are extremely slow, as if hanging in mid-air for a long time.

The fast and slow swords intertwined, forming a well-spaced sword curtain within three feet of her, so that even the moonlight seemed to be sliced ​​into countless tiny spots of light by this sword curtain.

As Wu Cheng watched, he vaguely understood the essence of the "fast and slow sword".

Senior sister's swordsmanship is not simply about speed, but about a certain kind of "control".

The sword had become a part of her, and within three feet of her sword's edge, she was the rule itself.

Once you get within three feet of her, no matter how strange your moves are, she can easily mold you into whatever shape you want.

This seems to have transcended mere swordsmanship and become almost a swordsmanship philosophy, a swordsmanship philosophy unique to my senior sister herself.

Wu Cheng suddenly thought of what Dugu Qiubai in Jin Yong's novels meant by "not bound by things, grass, trees, bamboo and stones can all be swords".

It's not that he uses a wooden sword or a tree branch as a sword, but rather that once you enter a certain "domain" within three feet of her, everything becomes her sword.

At this moment, Bai Suyi's sword dance was coming to an end.

The white-clad figure came to an abrupt halt at the height of the sword barrage, as if telling a story of motion suddenly coming to a standstill without inertia.

All the sword light vanished in an instant, and the tip of the longsword in her hand remained suspended in mid-air, with a faint silver glow of sword energy still lingering on the blade.

A pear petal drifted down from the treetop and landed directly above the sword tip, but was silently held up by the remaining sword intent, hovering an inch above the tip and slowly rotating.

Then she sheathed her sword, turned around and smiled.

Under the moonlight, her cheeks were slightly flushed, fine beads of sweat glistened on the tip of her nose, and her chest rose and fell gently.

The moment she looked at Wu Cheng, the coldness and sword intent in her eyes quietly faded, leaving only a soft, seemingly fragile luster.

In that instant, it was as if Wu Cheng was seeing the real her for the first time.

Pure, obsessive, arrogant, and aloof, she was invincible.

In that instant, a poem suddenly came to mind.

"The moon rises over the cold peaks, illuminating the white robes; the sword, like clouds and water, goes and returns. A familiar shadow appears, a fleeting glimpse; a sword, like pear blossoms in snow, half a lifetime gone..."