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Chapter 201: The sword maniac draws his sword, the strategist offers his advice, the martial arts world and the government merge!
Murong Longtu's words caused the old Siming's expression to change slightly.

The great master of the Yin-Yang School blurted out: "Hmm? What do you want to do?!"

Murong Longtu said gently: "It's just a polite response."

Siming twitched his lips and said, "There's no need to talk about the Wrathful Sword Immortal. The Kunlun Sword Sect is in Kunlun Mountain in the far north. Everyone knows that the Motian Sect is in the south and north of the Yangtze River. As for the Seventy-two Chain Villages, they are all up and down the Yangtze River. The Yin-Yang Rotating Sect is hiding very carefully. What do you want to do?"

Lao Siming's scalp felt a little numb:

"Hey, hey, hey, you're not planning on just going to the door and killing everyone, are you?"

Murong Longtu shook his head and said with a carefree smile: "What are you thinking about? There are many sects like this, and many of them only practice martial arts. I am no longer the same person I was sixty years ago. I am not that easy to kill, and I am not interested in drawing my sword against the weak and killing them."

The old man in green shirt drank his tea calmly, then said:

"Just take the Xuanbing and disband the sect."

"Those disciples who have nothing to do with this matter dispersed and returned home."

Siming took a breath.

Obedient.

Isn't this destroying the inheritance and destroying the brand? !
This old guy still speaks so arrogantly and domineeringly. Will those warriors fight him to the death? But then I thought about it again. The arrogance of the sword maniac was achieved by trampling on many sword and knife schools in the Central Plains and Jiangnan.

Siming grinned and said, "When do you plan to go?"

Murong Longtu was calm and said with a gentle smile: "No hurry."

"Of course, I have to take Guanyi with me on this matter."

"There's no point in me going alone."

Siming nodded.

I see. This means bringing the little one along to kick someone in the face.

This old guy wants to show off his martial arts in front of his great-grandson.

The old man in green robes looked calm and said with a smile: "I will go to each sect one by one. As for the results of those sects, leave it to my child this time."

"It's not up to them to decide whether to live or die."

Siming looked at the old sword maniac and sighed, knowing that the sword maniac was trying to establish Li Guanyi's prestige in the martial arts world. Murong Longtu thought for a moment and said, "As for the other one, Guanyi seems to dislike him very much, so we won't care about the martial arts rules."

The sword maniac in green shirt picked up the cup of tea that Li Guanyi had poured for him.

Just pour out calmly.

Time seemed to freeze.

As the cup of tea fell, every drop of tea fell into the air. The old man calmly stretched out his fingers, moved the solidified water droplets, and then condensed them into a sword. He turned his wrist, bent his fingers, and lightly tapped the sword.

The sword maniac said calmly:
"go."

This cup of tea turned into a sword and rushed away, disappearing in an instant.

Siming was dumbfounded, and probably knew which unlucky guy was going to be in trouble.

The sword maniac said calmly again:
"After listening to this for so long, come up."

Siming was not surprised. He looked down and saw a gentle old counselor in a scholar's robe walking up with a soft laugh. He had a sword on his waist and bowed slightly. He said, "Pang Shuiyun, nice to meet Mr. Murong. We haven't seen each other for more than ten years."

"The old gentleman is still the same as always, but Shuiyun has already grown into a middle-aged man, and now his temples are gray."

"The passage of time is really cruel."

The sword maniac said calmly: "Are you looking for me?"

Pang Shuiyun smiled and said, "Before I came out, I heard that Mr. Jian Kuang had left the Eighteen Prefectures of Jiangnan. I knew where he was going and who he was looking for with just a little deduction. The young master is a hero and brave, and now he has a great reputation. The old man should be unable to resist and would want to meet the young master."

This is also one of the reasons why he took the initiative to promote Li Guanyi's name.

It is to lure out the sword maniac.

Murong Longtu was not as aggressive and arrogant as the legend said. He just said calmly, "Since you are here, please sit down." Pang Shuiyun bowed deeply and then sat down. Jian Kuang drank his tea and said, "Tell me, what do you want to do when you see me?"

Pang Shuiyun looked calm and said, "I want Senior Sword Maniac to back me up."

Murong Longtu raised his eyes slightly.

Pang Shuiyun said gently, "Young Master's fame is as blazing as fire now, but I got the news earlier that Yuwen Tianxian has already escorted Yuwen Hua out of Zhenbei City. The three generals detained the city lord, but they did not intend to tear their faces with Yuwen Lie, so they let Yuwen Hua and his men retreat calmly."

"He also gave me a lot of money for my trip."

"According to the intelligence, Yuwen Lie left 300 heavy cavalrymen for Yuwen Tianxian."

Pang Shuiyun laughed and said calmly:
"But I never believe in such tricks."

"Three hundred heavy cavalry, in the eyes of people like us, should be at least doubled. If we add a little more, I assume that Yuwen Lie left behind eight hundred iron cavalry. The cavalry in the world are good at detours, cutting, and pulling. They are the most important combat units."

"But no one would use heavy cavalry to charge head-on into the battle formation."

"Once surrounded by heavy infantry such as giant shields and hook-and-sickle spears, the cavalry will lose the basis for high-speed movement and suffer heavy losses."

"Although I don't know anything about military strategy."

"However, the basis of the battle formation is to use the infantry as the frontal formation, and the cavalry to penetrate the left and right wings, bypass the rear, cut off the supply, and cut off the flanks from the rear to cut off the enemy's army. Therefore, 800 heavy cavalry."

"At least three times the infantry support."

"That is to say, Yuwen Tianxian has at least 3,000 men under his command, and they should be a combination of infantry and cavalry. Even if the cavalry is not the ace-level corps of Ying State, it is also a first-line elite corps, and the infantry should all be scattered."

Every time Pang Shuiyun spoke a word, he would put away the cups and chopsticks on the table.

Formed a basic battle formation.

Pang Shuiyun's eyes lit up slightly, and he said in a calm tone, "Three thousand people, and Yuwen Tianxian is a famous general who is steady and cautious. He is good at deploying formations and advancing. Whether it is cavalry or infantry warfare, he has considerable attainments. This intensity of the battle formation is not big, but it is definitely not small."

"Young Master needs this battle, I ask Senior Sword Maniac not to disturb him."

Pang Shuiyun stood up and bowed deeply. He said:

"I already know about the young master's experiences in Jiangzhou City and Guanyi City. I have also seen him personally arrange the situation, allowing Yue's army to escape successfully and he himself was able to retreat safely. He is now fifteen years old. He is a famous general who stood out at this age in history. In the future, he will at least be in the top thirty of the Godly Generals List."

"But if that's the case, in the future I will only be a fierce general and a fighting general."

"He is good at killing generals and capturing flags, but he cannot become a commander-in-chief."

"He needs experience in commanding troops."

"The command of troops by a general is not a martial art. It is not something that can be learned by just reading books or meditating. Even training does not have much effect. All the famous generals in the world have truly grasped the secrets of commanding troops in actual combat."

Pang Shuiyun asked: "How to become a qualified general?"

"He led at least a thousand men, fought with other generals, and survived."

"He is a qualified general."

"One actual battle is worth five years of hard training in the military."

"Both the enemy and I have 3,000 men!"

"A battle of six thousand people is far from being a major war. It can only be regarded as a confrontation between two countries, but it is not a small friction either. Only when you can command three thousand people to form a formation and gallop back and forth on the battlefield, can you be regarded as a general."

Murong Longtu looked at the counselor in front of him and asked, "Three thousand people?"

"Where are you from?"

Pang Shuiyun smiled and said, "I have prepared it for you, young master."

The strategist smiled and stretched out his hand, saying slowly: "I followed the young master's plan and stirred up the situation in Zhenbei City. The city lord lost power. He has a thousand private soldiers under his command, and they will all be sentenced to death. I used the young master's power to help them go out."

"They know this road is not easy to take, but if they don't follow me, they will be beheaded."

"Unfortunately, we only managed to win over 500 people, and the rest were killed as an example to scare the monkeys. Of course, it was General Zhenbeicheng who did it."

The strategist's eyes were gentle and cold, and he smiled and said:
"In the month since I came here, I have destroyed a number of bandits and thieves' strongholds along the way."

"One hundred and seventy miles from here, we have found a mountain and built a basic battle formation defense. We have also found thirty-three people, all of whom are veterans of the Taiping Army. They are not masters of martial arts, and most of them have only entered the Second Heaven."

"But they are all battle-hardened."

"There are 500 of the city lord's original private soldiers of archers, more than 2,000 bandits, gangsters, prisoners and death row prisoners, and 33 veterans who can barely command about 100 people each. I will assist the young master. There are 3,000 people in total. We lack cavalry, but we have mountain defenses."

Pang Shuiyun, who said he was not good at military tactics, directly used the things on the table to deduce a battle sand table.

Siming's eyes twitched, and he couldn't help but smack his lips: "You pushed those three generals to get rid of the leader of this group of private soldiers, and then you ate this group of private soldiers. It turns out that you have been both a good guy and a bad guy, and in the end, the benefits fell into your belly."

"You old man, you're not as nice as you look."

Pang Shuiyun shook his head and said calmly: "There is no good or evil in military strategy."

"These people are the young master's enemies. If that's the case, it doesn't matter if we use them. I have prepared everything. It all depends on the young master..."

He raised his eyes, looked at the sword maniac Murong Longtu, and said word by word:

"As long as the young master can lead these 3,000 ragtag troops, he doesn't have to defeat Yuwen Tianxian. As long as he can maintain a draw and take advantage of the terrain to win, that's enough. The situation in Zhenbei City is changing, and they are busy fighting for power and profit, and have no time to care about what's happening outside."

"As for the best, that is to truly defeat Yuwen Tianxian!"

"Defeat the Yuwen family, and then let the young master master the ability to command, and have a group of elite troops to confront the Ying Kingdom. Then, with the reputation of the Yuwen family, let the young master truly step into the world!"

"Not a rebel, not a bandit, not a wanted criminal, but a chivalrous hero."

"It was the famous young general who defeated Yuwen Tianxian on the battlefield!"

Pang Shuiyun's eyes were raised, and the gentleness and elegance on his face after being a teacher for ten years completely disappeared. His eyebrows were sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath. There was still a blazing fire in the old man's heart, like a rising phoenix:
"Let's use the name of the Yuwen family to help the young master ascend to the world."

"If Yuwen Lie were here, this strategy would not succeed. But the only one here is Yuwen Tianxian, a loyal and brave general, but not good at tactics and strategies."

"And you are the only and final insurance for my plan."

"After all, even though the young master is a hero, he may not be suitable for battle."

Pang Shuiyun said: "The last link, if the young master is really not suitable for the battle, please rescue the young master and take him to Jiangnan..." The old man smiled and said: "As for me, I will take this unrealistic dream and go to the battlefield to find my old friends."

He had deduced and prepared everything.

The old counselor held the tea and tilted his head back to drink. He looked outside, at the Zhenbei City in the wind, and vaguely saw those old friends, but most of them had died that year. The old man was melancholy and gentle, and seemed to see the young general in front of those people. Pang Shuiyun whispered:

"Isn't this the role of a counselor?"

Murong Longtu said calmly: "You don't need to tell me, I will also protect Guanyi. The reason you mentioned is just that you hope that I will not interfere in this battle. I hope that he can defeat the general of the Yuwen family fairly." Even when facing the world's number one master, Pang Shuiyun still said calmly:
"All famous generals since ancient times have been like this!"

"Young Master is a hero who whips the world, not a decorated sword."

Murong Longtu was not that difficult to communicate with. Facing the old man's response, he just smiled and said, "You are very good to Guanyi. I promise you, but after that, Guanyi must travel with me for at least one year."

Pang Shuiyun breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's how it should be. My fame is known to the world, and then I should sheath my sword, gather strength, and wait for the right time to show my strength for the second time and shock the world completely."

"This is the most direct and simple way for famous generals in the world to become famous."

Siming grinned and muttered, "As expected, he is a fellow from the Zongheng family, mean and mean."

Pang Shuiyun ignored this world-famous patriarch.

Jian Kuang smiled and said, "Okay, then in this year, my child and I will travel the world again."

Go back to the old days?
Siming's body stiffened slightly.

? ? ? !
Old Siming had lived for a very long time, and he knew what the sword maniac meant.

He raised his head, looked at Murong Longtu, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Those four, are they just appetizers?

Where do you want to go?

So, where in the world can you rule the world again?
This question does not need to be asked.

Siming already knew——

【Palace of Learning】.

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Li Guanyi was unaware of the conversation between his strategist and the old man in green. He just slowed down his pace and came to the place where he had agreed to meet with Ji Yanzhong. In fact, for safety reasons, this place was the original [Liufeng Huixue Tower].

Li Guanyi, wearing a simple Taoist robe and carrying a sword, walked forward.

When the person in charge of [Liufeng Huixue Tower] saw the young man, he subconsciously wanted to bend down. Li Guanyi waved his hand, and the woman stopped. Then she led Li Guanyi to the agreed place, which was the highest-standard quiet room in [Liufeng Huixue Tower], where Ji Yanzhong was looking at a painting.

There is a sword case on the table, and inside the sword case is undoubtedly the Chixiao Sword.

Li Guanyi thought to himself.

This day has come.

He took advantage of Ji Yanzhong's power and mobilized the general. In this way, Pang Shuiyun was able to persuade the other two generals. It can be said that the most important people in this strategy are Ji Yanzhong and Chixiao Sword. Given Ji Yanzhong's character, he probably wants Li Guanyi to go to Zhongzhou.

The young man walked in and chatted with Ji Yanzhong for a long time.

The kind-hearted elder looked at Li Guanyi with admiration and praise in his eyes. He had seen this young man being so brave all the way through the Grand Sacrifice Competition, the Chen State Grand Sacrifice Rebellion, the attack on Guanyi City, and now the attack on Zhenbei City. He had been traveling in this world for a long time, but had never seen a more heroic person.

Thinking about how a fifteen-year-old boy can be so generous.

Then the thirty-year-old emperor of Zhongzhou became more and more eye-catching.

Ji Yanzhong and Li Guanyi chatted for a while, but the young man was very stubborn and never mentioned the main business. Ji Yanzhong had no choice but to sigh and said with a gentle smile: "Guanyi, where are you going next? Do you have any plans?"

Li Guanyi looked at Ji Yanzhong and said calmly:
"Uncle Ji, I can't go to Zhongzhou with you."

The young man did not follow the usual path. He spoke directly and frankly.

Ji Yanzhong didn't know what to say for a moment. He remained silent for a long time and said, "Do you know how dangerous you are now? The Yuwen family, Zhenbei City, and many people in the world think you are a hot commodity."

Li Guanyi said: "If we go to Zhongzhou, they will feel the same way."

Ji Yanzhong said: "Going to Zhongzhou will help you a lot. If you marry the princess of Zhongzhou, you can become a prince. My Zhongzhou royal princess is extremely beautiful and gentle..."

Bang!
There was a noise and the window suddenly opened.

Ji Yanzhong was stunned, and then he saw the window over there suddenly knocked. The young man laughed, then stood up, walked over quickly, and opened the window. The silver-haired girl was standing on the green tiles, looking at him quietly.

The young man smiled and stretched out his hand, letting Yaoguang jump in.

The silver-haired girl sat next to him, eating a snack in small bites.

Li Guanyi pointed at Yaoguang and said with a smile: "This is my... um, good friend."

The kind-hearted elder looked at the silver-haired girl over there and was speechless for a moment.

Li Guanyi bowed slightly to Ji Yanzhong and said with a carefree smile:
"Since ancient times, how many men who married princesses had a good ending? Besides..."

Li Guanyi's voice was slightly calm, and he said, "Your Majesty, the Great Emperor of Zhongzhou, is still restrained by many things and cannot be free, let alone me? If I enter Zhongzhou, I am afraid I will be trapped in a whirlpool and cannot be free."

"In such a cramped place, even a tiger would be cramped like a cat."

"Besides, I'm just an ordinary 15-year-old boy."

"When Uncle Ji sees me today, he probably doesn't want me to become a politician, right?"

Li Guanyi's words were polite, but as sharp as a knife.

The kind-hearted elder sighed for a long time, and was actually very sad. He reached out his hand and stroked the sword case, feeling faintly sad, and sighed: "I also know that although Zhongzhou is gorgeous, when you look up, you can only see the sky in all directions. There, even if you have heroic ambitions, they will all be worn out."

"The entanglement of the Zhongzhou royal family, the various forces, and the dispute between Ying and Chen in Zhongzhou are complicated enough. Although Zhongzhou has lost its powerful army and control over the four directions, the various countries still respect Zhongzhou in name."

"The delicious food, beautiful utensils, beautiful women, stringed instruments and music offered by all parties, that kind of peaceful and graceful life can extinguish the fierceness in the hearts of all heroes."

"It's just that I, an old man, cannot let go of the hope in my heart until the very end."

Ji Yanzhong said: "So, where are we going after Guanyi?"

Li Guanyi said calmly: "We should go to Jiangnan Road first, and then go to the Western Regions."

Ji Yanzhong said: "In the end, you still have to confront the Regent..."

Li Guanyi did not answer, but just drank tea.

Ji Yanzhong said: "Then, this Chixiao Sword."

Li Guanyi said, "With my skills and power, if I get the Scarlet Sky Sword, everyone in the world will come to trouble me." Ji Yanzhong laughed and said, "Haha, yes, this so-called [name] is usually not worth mentioning, but sometimes it is extremely important."

"【Purge the emperor's entourage】【Punish the disloyal ministers】, the people still recognize the power of the Red Emperor."

Li Guan nodded.

Ji Yanzhong actually stopped asking Li Guanyi about his trip to Zhongzhou City. He just smiled and chatted with Li Guanyi about trivial matters. He also pointed out the shortcomings of Li Guanyi's Red Dragon Power. Finally, he sighed and said, "Although I know your choice, I still feel regretful at this moment."

"After that, I will take the Scarlet Sky Sword and continue my journey to Ying State."

"Otherwise, based on the character of Ying State Grand Master, I can probably guess something. By the time I return, it may be a year later. By that time, the disciples of the various schools of thought may truly go out into the world."

"They are young people with great ambitions and will spread out across the world."

"Chen State, Ying State, even the Regent of the Western Regions, Dangxiang State, and the heroes outside the Great Wall, they will go to every place here to look for opportunities to conquer the world. You must find a way to win over a few outstanding young people."

Li Guan nodded in agreement.

Then he and Yaoguang said goodbye to the white-haired old man.

Ji Yanzhong looked at the young man's back, and the old man felt desolate in his heart. There were so many heroes in the world, but none of them married into the Ji family. But did the Red Emperor really hope that all the people in the world would be his descendants from generation to generation?

If it was Chidi, he would probably throw the sword over with a smile and say:
"I picked up the sword and quelled the chaos in the past. This was destiny. Isn't it also destiny that the world is going to fall? Take it, take it!"

Ji Yanzhong's eyes were calm, and he suddenly said, "Li Guanyi."

The young man stopped, and the old man suddenly threw out something. It was a rotating seal, extremely ancient.

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand and grabbed the seal.

There is a tiger on the back and two small seal characters "Qin Wu" on the seal.

Ancient and vast.

Ji Yanzhong said softly: "This is the seal of [Qinwu County Man], but not of Chen State, but of the Great Emperor of Zhongzhou. I am a member of the royal family, holding the Scarlet Sky Sword, and the highest level of title that can be conferred is only this. I need to build on the foundation of Ying State and Chen State to do this."

"But this is also in line with the law and tradition, [Lord]."

"According to the agreement made eight hundred years ago."

"You can have your own followers and your own subjects."

"My own private army."

"My own fiefdom!"

Li Guanyi was stunned.

This was the initial qualification for entering this world. It was a seal that could be legally traced back to the Red Emperor era eight hundred years ago. It allowed one to have private soldiers, fiefs, townsmen, and ministers. It was also extremely legal and legitimate, and required recognition from the Chen State, the Ying State, and even the Western Regions.

There is another ancient and grand title for the title eight hundred years ago.

Princes.

Even though this title is not worthy of this level of honor, its uniqueness is different from the titles of this era.

Ji Yanzhong is, after all, a descendant of the Red Emperor.

He held the Scarlet Sky Sword, looking depressed but heroic, and laughed loudly, "Go! This is all I can give you."

"Go to your world."

"Then, come to Zhongzhou and take the Scarlet Sky Sword away again!"

Li Guanyi held the seal and bowed.

Turn around and walk away.

Ji Yanzhong watched him go away, sighed, sat down, and drank tea as if he were drinking wine.

Every time you drink a cup of tea, you whisper a word to yourself.

"The world, the rivers and lakes, the royal family, the heroes, the swords, the Red Emperor——"

Although he was drinking tea, the old man seemed to be getting drunk. In the end, he was holding the Chixiao sword, tears streaming down his face without him noticing.

At the same time, they were hundreds of miles away from Zhenbei City.

The great elder of the Yin Yang Rotating Sect was running quickly.

(End of this chapter)