Chapter 477 – Sword Techniques Originate from the Mouth (I) (2/2)

Tang Thirty-Six answered, ”It's not like we went crying and yelling to plead him to come. Why are you worrying so much?”

Chen Changsheng thought this was right, so he changed the subject. ”What about the matter of Bie Tianxin?”

They were both keenly aware of the enormous humiliation Bie Tianxin had suffered that day. It was inevitable that after restraining himself for a while, he would want to return the favor through a match.

Tang Thirty-Six pointed at the pile of letters of challenge on the bookshelf, noting, ”We already have one-hundred-and-thirty-four matches waiting for us; if we throw on another louse, will it make us itch any more?”

”Where did the Tianhai clan get all these experts from?” Chen Changsheng was rather confused, thinking to himself, with all these cultivation experts obeying the orders of the Tianhai clan, couldn't they destroy a country?

”If it was one of those small kingdoms in the northwest, the Tianhai clan could destroy them with a wave of the hand. But if this number of experts were placed amongst the entire continent, it would be too exaggerated of a number. The Mount Li Sword Sect could definitely send out this many people,” Tang Thirty-Six noted. ”In addition, this should be about it. Probably, after we deal with this batch, there will be a pause.”

Chen Changsheng asked, ”Can we deal with them?”

”Of course we can't, even if we disregard the fact that there are experts like Bie Tianxin within that pile. Or else why would we need to enroll so many new students?” Tang Thirty-Six said.

Chen Changsheng thought it over, saying, ”It's best not to fight. I'm worried that there will be injuries.”

Tang Thirty-Six argued, ”Without experiencing battle, how can they quickly mature? Their foundation was already lacking, so it's only right that they work even harder. Moreover, this matter still primarily rests on you.”

Saying this, the two brought down that pile of letters from the bookshelf and then began to arrange them. Chen Changsheng seriously performed calculations while Tang Thirty-Six recorded with a brush on the side. They first picked out all the challengers at Ethereal Opening and below and then Chen Changsheng picked a corresponding student to fight in the match. As for how and why the student was chosen, Tang Thirty-Six did not understand. Precisely as he had said, this matter rested on Chen Changsheng because only he knew the Intellectual Sword.

What Chen Changsheng was doing at this very moment was taking these hundred-plus matches of the All-School Martial Exhibition and converting them into a single battle.

His sword was all the students of the Orthodox Academy.

How those new students would fight depended on the quality of Chen Changsheng's swordplay.

Watching Chen Changsheng perform these calculations with such single-minded devotion, Tang Thirty-Six suddenly sighed, ”Your fate really is good.”

This was not the first time someone had said Chen Changsheng's fate was good, nor was it the first time Tang Thirty-Six had said that his fate was good.

Chen Changsheng knew that Tang Thirty-Six was sighing about all of his lucky encounters. He was able to discover the Sword Pool in the Garden of Zhou, able to battle with those demon experts, able to meet with Su Li and carry him back south and thus learn those three swords. Shaking his head, he suddenly thought of something. Raising his head, he asked Tang Thirty-Six, ”Do you want to learn?”

Naturally, he was speaking of those three swords.

After all, when Su Li was teaching him those three swords on their journey, there was nothing about not being able to pass the swords down to others.

He had even wondered if he could make these three swords part of the required curriculum of the Orthodox Academy.

As for whether Su Li would be angry or not, that would be something to consider in the future…

Tang Thirty-Six did not reveal a joyous expression, nor did he seem excited. Instead, he looked as if he was staring at an idiot.

Chen Changsheng asked anxiously, ”What's up? What did I say wrong?”

Tang Thirty-Six sighed, ”If I didn't know you so well, I would definitely think you were deliberately humiliating me.”

Chen Changsheng felt very wronged. How did his good intentions become a humiliation?

”I can't learn these three swords,” Tang Thirty-Six said, ”so in the future, I ask that you please not bring up this matter anymore to humiliate my intelligence, do you get it?”

Chen Changsheng's eyes widened as he asked, ”Why can't you learn it?”

Tang Thirty-Six furiously replied, ”I just can't stand that innocent face of yours! Why can't I learn it? You ask me, I ask who can? You think that if you can learn, everyone in the world can learn it? Then why is it that Su Li, in his entire life, only taught you three? Besides you and Qiushan Jun as well as his own daughter, why didn't he go and teach it to his disciples and granddisciples in the Mount Li Sword Sect?”

At this moment, for some inexplicable reason, Zhexiu, while lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

Tang Thirty-Six was currently in a terrible mood, so he yelled at Zhexiu, ”You know how to wake up on hearing her name? Not playing dead anymore? Pervert!”

Zhexiu fell into thought, then replied, ”When I'm recovered, I'm going to beat you up.”

Tang Thirty-Six had no fear of him. Sneering, he replied, ”Then if you have the capability, hurry up and do it! Don't say so many useless things! I'm discussing things with Chen Changsheng, you just go to sleep!”

Zhexiu was rather straightforward and able to adapt to the circumstances. Seeing that they weren't talking about Qi Jian, he truly did close his eyes and return to his rest.