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Chapter 229: The Sword Madman's Transformation, the Qilin Army Arrives

Qilin Li Guanyi went to Zhongzhou.

The sword maniac Murong Longtu re-entered the martial arts world. These two things happened suddenly in this world, causing a storm and changes in the tide. The one who could feel this wave the most was the great sect in the northern border of the Chen State, the Motian Sect. The old leader of the Motian Sect could hardly sleep at night these days.

Qin Wuhou, a sword maniac.

During the Hunting Conference, no one had expected that such a big trouble would arise.

At this moment, he just secretly hoped in his heart that this sword maniac would not come here. It would be best if Qin Wuhou was not a vengeful person and would not come here again because of what happened last year.

In the martial arts world, some people were horrified, some were delighted, and some were waiting to see what earth-shaking events Jian Kuang, the world's top master, would do this time when he brought ninety-seven mysterious weapons into the world.

But there are always people who don't care much about such things. Lao Bai who is fishing is one of them. Lao Bai is a man of the world. He thinks he is and brags that he was once a member of the top sword school in the world.

When I was young, my own sword school was outside this town, on the highest mountain. There was a magnificent Taoist temple on the mountain. Every morning, before dawn, my brothers and sisters would practice sword fighting under the leadership of my uncle. The sound of breaking through the air was continuous, like the flapping of wings of a bird.

The sword light shot up into the sky at night, illuminating all around, even brighter than the stars in the sky.

That scene, that grandeur, wow!
There are a lot of disciples in the sect, and everyone is good at something. They talk enthusiastically about sword techniques. At night, they go to the Bagua Tower to meditate and breathe. Returning to their residence, they maintain their swords as if they were their own brothers and sisters.

How free and happy it is to be a hero and roam the world with a sword.

All the warriors within a thousand miles know about his sect.

At that time, warriors from outside who wanted to enter the mountain had to take off their swords and place them on a large rock under the Welcoming Pine before they were qualified to enter.

When talking about this, Old Bai was very excited, his eyebrows raised, his eyes sparkling, and the whole person seemed like the mural on the wall had eyes painted on it, and he suddenly became lively.

But no one believed his lies. The mountain was not far from here and everyone had been there before. After climbing up with great effort, they could only see a bumpy area and a large flat area.

Not to mention the sword sect, not even a piece of blue brick could be found. In the daytime, birds flew over there, crying and screaming. It didn't look like the place where some mighty swordsman was, but more like a mass grave, eerie and gloomy.
When someone said this, Lao Bai would get so angry that his face turned pale, and he would swing his fishing rod at them, and the people would just laugh and run away.

Walter White is indeed very old, and no one wants to make him too angry.

Eighty years old? Or even older, no one knows. He doesn't know any sword skills, but he likes martial arts very much, and knows some breathing and sleeping methods. He boasts that it is the introductory chapter of the Supreme Sword Canon, and he uses sword to explain the Dao. He talks so much that no one believes him except the children.

If he was a swordsman, why would he stay here, not even daring to go out? He is not even good at fishing. He cannot catch any fish even when the fish are the fattest. He can only swing a wooden stick to knock the fish unconscious and then drag them up.

He cursed and shook off the rain on his wet body. In addition to fish, he caught many other things, such as wooden wheels, branches, and rags. One day, his hook caught a fish, and Lao Bai was overjoyed.

But he found that the fish was struggling and the fishing line was entangled on the branches and the broken basket in the middle of the river. The fisherman, Old Bai, cursed and looked at the waist-deep water. Although he was already old, he gritted his teeth, grabbed the fishing rod with one hand, and waded into the water, determined to catch the fish.

As a result, he found a basket where the fishing line was entangled, and there was a baby in it. In the end, Lao Bai threw away the big fish and walked to the shore step by step holding the bamboo basket containing the child.

Use a small fish to hook the old cat off the roof, and stuff the baby under the cat's belly. The old cat had just given birth to a litter of kittens, so it treated the baby as one of its own and brought the baby back to life with its milk.

Fishing Lao Bai now had something very interesting to do. He took care of the child, taught him to read and write, and raised him up. So when Lao Bai heard rumors about a sword maniac entering the world, he just sneered and didn't take it seriously.

"Sword maniac? What sword maniac? What sword did he talk about? He is just a murderer. How dare he use a sword? Besides, we are in Ying Kingdom, Ying Kingdom territory. What can a sword maniac do to you?"

"Come, dear, listen to grandpa tell you today, our Xinghe Sword Sect back then..."

The fisherman, Lao Bai, smiled with his eyes narrowed. He drank from a pot of thick wine. The child listened to his stories from the past. Then he heard someone knocking on the door outside. It was said to be a door, but it was just something nailed up with a wooden fence.

The child named White Cat ran to open the door.

Old Bai was lying there with a pot of wine in his hand, too lazy to get up. The child over there said happily, "Ah, it's Grandpa's guest, and he gave us money." A voice said calmly, "Go, child, buy some meat to go with the wine."

"Ok!"

The white cat ran away happily.

But Lao Bai's body froze, the wine in his hand fell to the ground, and he slowly raised his head. His eyes had changed. They were no longer playful as before, but instead held a sharp madness and a fear that seemed impossible to wash away even if he spent his entire life.

A man in a blue shirt came in.

The hem of the clothes moved slightly, bringing old Bai's memory back to the past. That was a long, long time ago. He was just a child. The name of the Xinghe Sword Sect was known far and wide, and there were three master swordsmen in the sect.

He is famous for his chivalrous deeds and righteousness!
That day he was still listening to his master and senior brothers teaching him the initial skills, but he saw the swordsman in green approaching the door. That was the story after the sword maniac had become famous all over the world. However, the blood feud continued, sweeping across the entire martial arts world like a whirlpool.

The Sword Maniac's lineage was wiped out at a young age, and the elders of his own sword sect seemed to be involved.

After the matter was revealed.

The sword madman stepped onto the mountain with a sword in hand. The sword madman who lived sixty years ago had an arrogant nature.

All the swordsmen of the Xinghe Sword Sect were defeated by him. After the sword of the sect leader was broken, he drank the sword and committed suicide. That is the legend of the martial arts world, the nightmare of the swordsmen, and the reason why Lao Bai has not dared to leave this place for decades: "It's you, you, you!!!"

The Sword Maniac and his group have entered the territory of Ying State. The old man in green came here alone. Li Guanyi doesn't know the old man's purpose, but with the Sword Maniac's level, no one can hurt him at all. However, Li Guanyi and Yaoguang have already gone ahead to find Yuan Zhi's mother.

Lao Bai suddenly stood up, and the fisherman turned around and grabbed the fishing rod. At this moment, he seemed to have the sharpness of a swordsman, but he stared at the sword maniac who did not carry any weapon, and had no courage to move even once.

Murong Longtu looked behind Bai Yuanfu and said:
"The sword manual of the Xinghe Sword School. I haven't felt this kind of internal energy for a long time."

An invisible sword energy burst out.

The thatched hut shook, and something leaning against the wall shook, and weeds fell off it.

There are four big characters written in a dancing style.

[Sword energy reaches the sky]!
Each stroke of these four characters carries with it overwhelming aura, just like a top swordsman drawing his sword.

Bai Yuanfu stood in front of the plaque, his eyes red, and he gritted his teeth and said hoarsely: "Sword Maniac, are you going to trample on us again?! The Green Shirt Sword Maniac is invincible in the world. We are not as good as you. You even took away our swords. Now, what are you going to do?!"

Murong Longtu looked at Bai Yuanfu, who seemed much older than him, and asked, "Swordsman?"

Bai Yuanfu's breathing was heavy, and he lifted the fishing rod in his hand with force, but how could that be called a sword? He just didn't retreat. When he was young, he was hidden by his masters. He watched this sword maniac wielding the sword at will, covering his mouth and not daring to speak.

He was only five years old. He hid for three days and three nights before he finally managed to drag the plaque down.

My Xinghe Sword Sect, Xinghe Sword Sect...

He held the bamboo pole tightly against the front.

The sound of swords rose.

The green-shirted sword maniac stood with his hands behind his back. In the void, a long sword was suspended in the air. The edge of the sword was so brilliant, like the thirty thousand feet high sky. It was also the same as in the past, but this mysterious weapon was hanging beside the sword maniac.

Bai Yuanfu's face was already covered in tears, and he slowly lifted the bamboo pole with his old, trembling hands.

The hand that couldn't catch any fish felt as if it were made of iron.

Just like the master back then, the swordsman who went to die.

It was just a bamboo pole. He raised it up and pointed at the mountains that must not be crossed by the sword. At this moment, Bai Yuanfu seemed to have returned to that long, long time ago. He seemed to have become the timid and hiding five-year-old child.

It was as if the scene in my memory that had been torturing me was opening up, and the young and old voices in my memory sounded at the same time:

"The last disciple of Xinghe Sword Sect."

"Bai Yuanfu."

"Please advise me!"

The old man who was very old but refused to die, and the child from eighty years ago, drew their swords together.

With red eyes, he drew his sword towards the green-shirted sword maniac in front of him, but he was still too young at that time, and he had not yet been taught the sword skills of the Xinghe Sword School. He ran staggeringly and drew his sword, and the green-shirted sword maniac raised his finger.

The mysterious weapon of the Xinghe Sword Sect whistled and left the scabbard.

It turned into a vast galaxy of thirty thousand miles and slashed down towards Bai Yuanfu. Bai Yuanfu roared and stabbed out the bamboo pole in his hand. He was in tears, but he had a clear conscience and waited for death peacefully.

The sword light, as brilliant as a galaxy, fell down, but did not hurt him.

Bai Yuanfu raised his head and saw the mysterious weapon whistling against his forehead. The sword maniac pressed his palm on the sword, put his fingers together, and gently brushed the sword, saying: "Xinghe Sword, the mysterious weapon of your lineage."

Murong Longtu lowered his eyes and swept his sleeves.

The mysterious weapon returns to its sheath!

It fell into Bai Yuanfu's hands again, whistling and whispering, like an old friend sighing softly. The blue-shirted swordsman turned around, and the world-famous first master who was famous for controlling ninety-seven mysterious weapons whispered: "Return it."

Bai Yuanfu held the mysterious weapon in his hand, not knowing what to say. The sword contained a sharp aura, and others did not dare to touch it. But at this moment, a loud shout suddenly came: "What are you going to do!!!"

Bai Yuanfu woke up with a start and saw that the child had bought pork and some cold dishes. Bai Maoer saw his grandfather sitting there, crying hard. He saw the old man in green standing there. The child who was pulled back from the middle of the river by Bai Yuanfu opened his eyes wide.

He pulled out his toy wooden sword and pointed it at the unrivaled swordsman.

Then he shouted: "Don't bully my grandpa!"

Bai Maoer strode over, ignoring Bai Yuanfu's exclamation, and swung the wooden sword towards the green-shirted sword maniac, hitting him on the body.

Bai Yuanfu was stunned. Murong Longtu took a step back!
The sword maniac who had blocked the world for two hundred years and shattered the world's sword art for sixty years retreated under this wooden sword. Bai Yuanfu was stunned and shouted quickly: "Don't do it, Bai Maoer, Grandpa is fine, it's fine!"

Bai Mao'er was suspicious. Murong Longtu looked at Bai Yuanfu and said, "It's hard to tell the difference between grudges in the martial arts world. The sword is in your hand, and the sword's meaning is contained in it. How to decide is up to you."

"I gave this sword to you, and no one dared to take it."

The Green Shirt Sword Maniac reached out his hand, touched the five-year-old child, and said softly:
"Good swordsman."

Murong Longtu turned around and walked away slowly. Bai Yuanfu, holding the Galaxy Sword, pulled Bai Maoer and watched the old man in green clothes walk away step by step. This sword maniac, who was famous for wielding all the mysterious weapons in the world, had fewer and fewer swords as he walked along.

At this moment, there are only ninety swords left.

Bai Yuanfu looked at the once arrogant and domineering sword maniac, and felt that his sharpness had completely dissipated, but instead his charm had gradually become mellow and majestic. He was stunned and speechless.

When I came, I cut off the world, and when I leave, I return the sword to the world.

We should be like this.

The sword maniac in green robes walked away step by step.

…………

Li Guanyi originally planned to lead his army to Yuan Zhi's hometown, but he was worried that the large-scale march would attract the second prince of Ying State to intercept them in advance, so he planned to let Ling Pingyang and the others go slower, and Li Guanyi would go to pick them up in advance.

The young man rode a horse and Yaoguang rode a donkey, and they ran with a clattering sound. Qilin turned into a long-haired cat and lay on Li Guanyi's shoulder, yawning. After entering Ying State, Li Guanyi was not used to these greetings.

Fortunately, there are some people in the diplomatic corps who are good at these things.

For example, Ling Pingyang.

Qilin yawned while eating dried meat. Ever since Li Guanyi gradually became famous, Qilin's life became more and more relaxed and happy. In fact, it was even happier than when he was still with Li Wanli.

Li Wanli doesn't have his own territory. That old guy can be described in one word: poor!

Li Wanli is even better at cooking, just to keep himself alive.

Where can you find craftsmanship like Li Guanyi?

So when Li Guanyi was about to go to the academy, Qilin agreed without hesitation, and his agreement was more than just an agreement. The little guy hugged Li Guanyi's thighs, hooked his claws on Li Guanyi's clothes, and hung in the air.

She looked like she was going to cry out if she didn't agree.

The deliciousness of Li Guanyi's cooking is taken to a higher level with the help of Lei Laomeng's enhanced version. Now with Sword Maniac around, Qilin is worried that his own fighting ability is not that important, and he is afraid that he will be left in Jiangnan to suppress those guys with evil intentions.

I have to follow Li Guanyi to the academy.

After Li Guanyi agreed, Qilin was very happy.

I thought that not only along the way, I would be able to eat many delicious foods made by Li Guanyi himself, but also when I go to the academy, I would be able to taste many more delicious foods!

That’s Zhongzhou!
The place where the great emperor, the ruler of the world, resides!
There must be a lot of delicious food there, and Li Guanyi went there as Qin Wuhou, and participated in a major event in the world. How could the treatment be bad? Of course not!
Just thinking about it makes Qilin laugh happily.

Especially, there is an old Qilin there!
The Fire Qilin has its own likes and dislikes to eat. The old Qilin has lived for thousands of years and must have seen many kinds of delicious food. He knows all kinds of food that suits Qilin's appetite!

Huo Qilin really wants to meet this old senior and get his recipe!

It is the so-called Kirin’s Strict Selection!
In this way, he could save the trouble of finding all kinds of delicacies and trying them one by one. He could just eat them directly, saving effort and time. As Fire Qilin thought, he put a piece of dessert into his mouth.

When the time comes, I will go and talk to Senior Qilin about this.

Humph, Senior Kirin will definitely praise me for knowing how to save energy.

He must be very happy. Then I... well, just like what I said, act like a spoiled child, act cute, how can he not spoil me? Is he afraid that I will melt if he holds me in his mouth? Of course he will!

I am one of the only two unicorns in the world.

That old Qilin must be very fond of me, hehe!
When Qilin thought of this, he felt even happier.

"puff--"

There was a light laugh, Qilin turned his head and saw the silver-haired girl riding a donkey next to him with an expressionless face. She turned her head away, but her shoulders were still shaking slightly, as if she was amused.

Qilin shook his tail and decided not to bother with the little girl.

Li Guanyi and others came to this town. Although it is called a town, it is not that prosperous. It is a relatively remote area under the jurisdiction of Ying State. In the past, it was constantly fought over by Ying State and Chen State, and the people generally did not have a strong sense of belonging.

Yesterday I was Chen, today I am Ying.

The common people don't care about so many things. Being able to survive is their greatest hope and vision. Yuan Zhi left his family under such circumstances. His father died in the war, and he was raised by his mother.

In his description, home is the most important and warmest place. His father tried his best to stop the defeated soldiers who became bandits. He was killed by the defeated soldiers, but he also hugged the bandit tightly around the waist, allowing the mother and son to survive.

And his mother did not abandon him, but raised him with great difficulty.

Li Guanyi and Yaoguang entered this period, asked the people, and found the home that Yuan Zhi mentioned. Li Guanyi got off the horse, and the silver-haired girl helped him smooth out the wrinkles on his body.

The young man was a little nervous and he raised the things in his hands.

With bacon tied up with thin ropes, some oil, and a bag of good rice on his shoulder, he said, "Well, such a gift, as a courtesy for the younger generation to pay respect to the elders, is it not enough..."

Yaoguang replied in a calm voice, "If you are going to pay respect to Pojun in this way."

"He would dry the meat thoroughly and store the rice in a cellar. When he was old and dying, he could still point to the fish and say, 'This is what my lord brought to me when he visited me personally.'"

Li Guanyi couldn't help but laugh, shook his head and said:

"Mr. Pojun would never do such a thing."

But this also made Li Guanyi feel calmer. He reached out his hand and knocked on the door politely. After waiting for a long time, someone came to tell him, "Young man, no one lives here. Why are you knocking?"

Li Guanyi was puzzled: "Isn't this the Yuan family?"

"Yuan family?"

The passerby replied, "It has been a long time since it was built. This place has become the courtyard of Mr. Zhao. It is a good place, so they store wine inside." He looked at the gifts in Li Guanyi's hand and asked, "Are these things for visiting Mr. Zhao?"

"Oh, that's so shabby."

Li Guanyi said: "So, where do the Yuan family members live now? Do you know?"

The passerby replied, "Oh, the Yuan family? I know. The man in his family died early, and the son is not a good person. He has a bad temper. He used to fight with people, and later killed someone. Tsk, he abandoned his mother and ran away."

"His mother's brother is the uncle of the boy from the Yuan family. He used to work in the government office, but later there was a war and he was specially drafted into the army. He was lucky enough not to die, but his leg was broken and he lost his position in the government office. His life was miserable."

"Right now, the woman washes clothes for people, earning a penny a piece, barely making a living and supporting her brother and sister-in-law. Then we can find her downstream..."

"Hey, these days, having a daughter is worse than having a son."

A passerby carrying a shoulder pole said with a smile, "If you give birth to a daughter, she can be married to someone in the neighboring village and you can still see her during festivals. If you give birth to a son, the capable ones will go to various places to study, while the cowardly ones will be bullied, and the capable ones will kill people and run away. What will you give birth to?"

"Even if you avoid everything, you will have to serve as a soldier when war breaks out. On the battlefield, only one out of ten people will survive. However, the son of the Yuan family killed Mr. Zhao's brother and ran away."

"Oh, what a useless loser!"

"Humph, a fellow who hasn't written a single letter in ten years and sent a single penny back by mail, bah, what a thing!"

Li Guanyi remained silent. Yuanzhi often wrote letters to his family and would mail money back, but he said that he had not received any letters from his mother, so he was worried and scared. In fact, his mother did not believe that he could make it, so she became more timid.

It seems that he should have been stopped by someone.

Qilin grunted as he pressed his paw.

The young man just thanked her gently, then looked at Yao Guang and said softly:
"Let's go find Mr.'s mother."

"Let General Ling and the others come."

Li Guanyi said: "Sir, I am not a coward who forgets my mother."

Yaoguang nodded, and she used magic, so Ling Pingyang, who was slowly setting up camp and marching more than a hundred miles away, received the message. The cavalry general raised his eyes and looked at the heavy cavalry and Qilin Army light cavalry around him, and said:
"I found Mr.'s mother."

Ling Pingyang's smile carried a hint of danger, and he said:
"It just seems like I was bullied."

"The Lord said."

"We need to go and support the situation, everyone——"

The elite soldiers of the Qilin Army all looked calm, raised their weapons, and a murderous aura surged up into the sky:

"promise!"

(End of this chapter)