"Okay, everyone, don't worry. Zhao Ding is fine. He's just exhausted. He just needs to rest and get a good night's sleep." After Wang Li explained Zhao Ding's condition, he said to Kun, "It's your turn next. Play well. Winning or losing isn't important. What's important is identifying your own weaknesses during the competition. Got it?"
He Lin looked at Teacher Wang Li in surprise. He didn't expect that because of Zhao Ding's matter, Wang Li no longer cared about winning or losing. Haha, what an interesting change.
Yu Kun nodded, stunned, understanding. Qian Yu chuckled, realizing that Teacher Wang Li wouldn't be mad at him anymore. Bi Yao pouted, expressing dissatisfaction with Teacher Wang Li's change of heart. "Why aren't you pursuing victory now that it's almost my turn? You're looking down on me!" The arrogant Bi Yao vowed to herself that when it was her turn, she would win beautifully.
The third game was about to begin, and Yu Kun stepped onto the ring.
Yu Kun's opponent was a little girl, a little timid. She saluted Yu Kun and said, "Hello, my name is Chen Qin. I'd like to give you my guidance."
Yu Kun looked at the little girl seriously and said, "Don't worry, I will teach you well."
Chen Chen's duel gift was not standard, and Yu Kun did not return the gift according to the standard duel gift.
He Lin stroked his forehead. Yu Kun is such a typical straight man! Has he become speechless in front of girls? When he was with Qian Yu and Zhao Ding, he was quite eloquent!
Qian Yu laughed and said, "Dark history, dark history. I must write it down." As he said that, he actually took out a notebook and wrote it down carefully.
Time, place, people, events. It's really well-organized and professional.
Bi Yao only said one word to this girl: "Pretend!"
He Lin agreed with this. This little girl named Chen Qin was obviously pretending to be timid in order to paralyze Yu Kun, or rather, to paralyze everyone. The interesting thing was the little girl.
Yu Kun's reaction was also incredible. How could a little girl like her pretend to be like that?
At the beginning of the competition, Yu Kun used the "Pen, Ink and Sword Technique", using the sword as a pen and the sword energy as ink to express his heroic spirit in calligraphy and painting.
"Artistic conception! I didn't expect that Yu Kun, who had been so quiet, could also comprehend the artistic conception!" Qian Yu muttered to himself with a rare solemnity, his hands clenched tightly, revealing the huge turmoil in his heart. Qian Yu thought to himself: "Although I knew Yu Kun was better than me, I didn't expect him to be so much better."
The library's record of the "Brush and Ink Sword Technique" is very comprehensive, as it was created by a genius from the Bishui Sword Sect a thousand years ago after brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones became popular.
However, this set of sword techniques had even more unusual and demanding requirements for the swordsman, requiring master-level calligraphy and painting skills as a prerequisite. There wasn't enough time to practice sword techniques, so how could there be time for calligraphy and painting? These skills needed to be cultivated from a young age, and also depended on one's talent and disposition.
Only a child prodigy with special talent in writing can practice this set of sword techniques. For this reason, the person who created this set of sword techniques actually built a city called Ink City as the place where his set of sword techniques would be passed down.
Talented children of ordinary birth within the direct jurisdiction of the Bishui Sword Sect can all study at the Mocheng Academy of Painting and Calligraphy.
Only children with excellent academic performance and extraordinary talent can enter the Yu family, the founder of the "Brush, Ink and Sword" technique. Therefore, the Yu family is not based on bloodline, but on talent in brush and ink.
Therefore, the Yu family of Mocheng has passed down this extremely difficult "Brush, Ink and Sword Technique" from generation to generation, and has become one of the most powerful families in the world.
The girl opposite had a deep understanding of the "Bi Tao Sword Technique" and had already developed a sense of artistic conception. Unfortunately, compared with Yu Kun, she was far behind. In less than ten moves, Yu Kun's sword hit the center of the girl Chen Qin's eyebrows.
Yu Kun won. Miss Chen Qin didn't cry or anything, she just looked at Yu Kun with grievance and left the stage.
This is more damaging than saying anything else.
There were originally few female swordsmen in the Swordsman Academy, so each female swordsman had a large number of admirers, either openly or covertly. Chen Qin was no exception, and with her sweet looks and shy personality, she was definitely one of the most popular girls among the freshmen.
This time, Yu Kun had stirred up a hornet's nest. He Lin watched coldly from the sidelines and observed a moment of silence for Yu Kun.
Although Yu Kun had strong observation skills, he obviously didn't understand what was going on. He glanced in surprise at the boys who were glaring at him, then returned to his original place without caring and continued to daydream.
What a fool. It is precisely because of this foolishness that he has master-level calligraphy and painting skills, and has become one of the core inheritors of this generation of "Brush, Ink and Sword Technique".
Seeing Yu Kun return to his seat, he was lost in thought again. Teacher Wang Li, who wanted to offer some compliments, was forced to hold them back. She could only mutter to herself, "These students really have such unique personalities!"
Bi Yao was overjoyed at Yu Kun's victory over Chen Qin, as if she had won herself. It was the first time He Lin realized how strong Bi Yao's sense of class honor was.
Compared with other students, including He Lin himself, Bi Yao may be the student with the strongest sense of class honor in the class!
"Bi Yao, you're next. Play well and don't worry about winning or losing..." Teacher Wang Li said to Bi Yao.
He Lin saw it clearly from the side. The more Teacher Wang Li said not to care about winning or losing, the stronger the desire to win became in Bi Yao's eyes.
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