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Chapter 235: Opening up a new path in the martial arts world, not inferior to other disciples

The legend of martial arts, those who are above the Grandmaster level and have broken through the barriers ahead, in such a big world, with so many contenders and heroes in troubled times, there were only four people who could be called legends in the past.

And now, Murong Longtu broke the physique of the undefeated military god and left calmly. Outside the gate of the imperial palace, there were thousands of imperial guards, all wearing armor and holding weapons, but they could not move forward.

Jiang Wanxiang said, "Stop, everyone."

The emperor smiled and said, "Today, only two of you came to drink with me."

"I was also very drunk."

The armored soldiers and imperial guards stopped. Li Guanyi picked up Jiangnan's "A Branch of Spring" and jumped down from the Zhaixing Tower. The young man's dark blue robe fluttered, his hair was slightly raised, and he moved in the air with the charm of a unicorn and landed on the ground.

As soon as Li Guan landed, he held the wine jug in his left hand and stretched out his right hand, holding the halberd.

Lift.

With a flick of his wrist, he made a rotation, with the tip of his halberd pointing at the ground. The young man tilted his head back, and surrounded by thousands of soldiers, let the wine flow into his mouth, feeling refreshed, and walked away, relaxed and carefree.

But when he walked past the place where the sword maniac had walked, Li Guanyi seemed calm.

But he moved his wrist, and the Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd swept across the place. One after another, the mysterious weapons flew up into the air. Li Guanyi's own soul flew out, and he barely controlled these swords with the "Jiangnan Misty Rain Tower Skill".

Although this young man is in charge of an entire state, he also has 50,000 mouths to feed. Li Guanyi feels that he cannot be said to be poor, but his life is still tight. These swords were put down by his great-grandfather after he attained enlightenment, but he cannot throw them away.

Xuanbing!

This is a fucking Xuanbing!

Li Guanyi pretended to drink and put away his swords. A hearty laugh came from the Zhaixing Tower. The old man Jiang Wanxiang also climbed out of the window and laughed loudly: "Left and right! Go get a big bucket!"

"Don't you have eyes? Why don't you help Qin Wuhou pick up the sword?"

“And then send it out?”

"Hahahahaha, Li Guanyi."

"You are such a stingy boy!"

Li Guanyi grinned and laughed, "You have money, give me a Xuanbing?"

Jiang Wanxiang waved his hand and clenched his five fingers. Suddenly, a sword rang out. Among the thirteen mysterious weapons brought by the master of the Sword Forging Valley, one of them suddenly shone brightly, flew out, and landed in front of Jiang Wanxiang.

The sword body is long and narrow, with fine Qilin patterns on the front.

There are auspicious clouds on the back.

"This is a sword that was forged by the master of the Sword Forging Valley when I was still a ranger. It is called Qilin and is icy and sharp. Even a person without much internal energy can cut through thirteen heavy armors in one breath with this sword, and cut iron like mud."

"Here you go!"

Jiang Wanxiang swept his sleeves, and the mysterious weapon really fell in front of Li Guanyi.

"Just take this sword."

"Come and compete with me for the world again!"

Jiang Wanxiang laughed, but his eyes swept over Ji Yanzhong over there.

Sword maniac Murong Longtu paused. Li Guanyi grasped a Jiangnan sword and turned his five fingers. The sword emitted flowing light. He also clicked his fingers and the sword flowed from here to there and fell into the Zhaixing Tower.

Li Guanyi turned his back to him and said, "If you are truly a hero, you really have the ability."

"Hold this Jiangnan and conquer Jiangnan!"

The young man was not polite at all. He picked up the Qilin Sword and actually accepted a large sword box that the Ying State's guards had sent over. Li Guanyi counted them one by one, and finally stuffed the remaining fifty or so Xuan weapons into it.

Then, holding the halberd in one hand and the sword case in the other, he did not have the spirit of a noble lord or a hero. He looked like a poor and stingy guy. Together with the sword maniac, he walked out from the encirclement of thousands of troops.

Jiang Wanxiang held the sword in his hand. He knew that Li Guanyi gave him the sword because he was a young man with courage and unwilling to admit defeat. However, he also knew that this sentence was actually a cover-up for the agreement between them.

It can be said that two people performed a play.

The reaction is quick.

Jiang Wanxiang smiled slightly. He stretched out his hand to grasp the [Jiangnan Sword], but with a sigh, he said like an old man in his twilight years: "Qilin's son is brave and valiant. It is difficult for the younger generation to fight him."

I have a Qilin, I give a Qilin to you.

Hold this Jiangnan and step on Jiangnan.

One old and one young, passion, ambition, attitude, calmness, all are here.

But Ji Yanzhong over there, holding the sword case of the Chixiao Sword, even the Chixiao Sword in the sword case became unusually quiet. Ji Yanzhong remained silent for a long time. He held the sword case, thinking about the royal family members in Zhongzhou who were still immersed in the struggle for power, and felt tired for the first time.

When the Emperor of Zhongzhou, Ji Zichang, conferred the title of Marquis on Li Guanyi in one breath.

Ji Yanzhong was a little surprised.

This kind-hearted old man got drunk on a rare occasion. The courage and heroism displayed by Ji Zichang at this moment were already outstanding in the Chidi lineage over the past hundred years. In Ji Yanzhong's eyes, Ji Zichang, who had transformed under great pressure, was better than Chen Dingye.

Even if he was the second prince of Ying State, he might not be able to have such a grand and righteous path.

In that drunken dream, he almost thought he saw the hope of the royal family, but what he saw today shattered everything. Perhaps, in a peaceful era, Ji Zichang would be a good king who could maintain the status quo, but in this chaotic era.

Only a top hero can end this.

Ji Yanzhong sighed tiredly, his dream was still shattered.

………………

Jiang Su's injury was not serious, but his physical strength was affected. He still swallowed a top-notch elixir to nourish himself. He changed into court clothes again and went to find Jiang Wanxiang to apologize. He saw that Jiang Wanxiang was still holding the Jiangnan sword, and seemed to like this sword very much.

When Jiang Wanxiang saw Jiang Su's appearance, he quickly stood up and said with a smile, "Grandmaster, what crime have you committed?"

Jiang Su said in a deep voice: "I have not been able to stop the aura of sword maniac Murong Longtu."

Jiang Wanxiang smiled and said, "The so-called sin is not doing one's best and not following orders from above. Grand Master did not make these two mistakes. In addition, the sword maniac has a very strong momentum. I heard that he had been in seclusion for ten years before and came all the way here to end the cause and effect."

"It's like a mighty army coming in, taking advantage of the right time, right place and right people."

"You can't block it head-on. The right way is to avoid it. Grand Master, you know more about martial arts than me, but in the end you still stood in front of the sword maniac. This is different from your cunning and calm military tactics. Perhaps it's the pride of a warrior, huh..."

"I really can't understand what a warrior is thinking."

"Besides, even I know that the battle between warriors is just like farming. It is not just a matter of doing it on paper. There are many factors that will affect the final result."

"A real man, if he has real ambition, should not think that he is weaker than his opponent because of a defeat, nor should he be arrogant because of a victory. If the winner is arrogant, he will fall into defeat. How can he be a true hero?"

"The weak who are unyielding and can finally avenge their past humiliation are true heroes."

"The world is so big, there are countless victories and defeats."

"Until I die, I won't lose, isn't it the same, Grand Master?"

The old Long smiled, and Jiang Su lowered his eyes. As a martial arts legend, he was still impressed by Jiang Wanxiang and was willing to go to that future under Long's command. But this time, Jiang Su said: "I want to go to the academy too."

Jiang Wanxiang was surprised and asked, "Isn't today's battle enough?"

Jiang Su was silent for a long time, and then replied, "This battle was only his first strike with the sword. But, Your Majesty, have you ever heard that a swordsman will only strike once before turning his sword back?"

"A sword, once unsheathed, will never return. It will eventually reach its peak."

"In the ancient Confucianism of the academy, the Su Wang is like the first generation of Master."

"The battle at the academy will be the most brilliant battle in the martial arts world in the past eight hundred years."

"I can't miss it."

Jiang Su looked at Jiang Wanxiang seriously, and Jiang Wanxiang also looked at him. Jiang Su was a master of various military schools, so he must know that the inspection tour of Zhongzhou and the Academy would be the beginning of a great change in the world.

A famous general should know that seizing this opportunity to annex the State of Chen is the best strategy.

One step faster can make a world of difference.

But as a warrior, his soul was still boiling, and he was unwilling to miss this battle.

The world's number one general can do anything to win.

However, the martial arts legend hopes to get a glimpse of a brilliant battle of martial arts. Contradictory personalities are concentrated on Jiang Su at the same time, so he came here in person to plead guilty as the general of Ying State.

Jiang Wanxiang put the Jiangnan Sword into its scabbard and said leisurely:

"The most brilliant battle?"

Jiang Su answered frankly: "Murong Longtu is different from us."

"The four of us, the so-called martial arts legends, seek the [Tao]."

"Murong Longtu."

"What works is [Martial Arts]."

"The four of us came from different paths, from the military, Taoist, Yin-Yang, and miscellaneous schools, and glimpsed the final path, the ultimate control of the spirit, qi, blood, and body, and the pursuit of the ultimate of life."

"Murong Longtu is a martial artist. He himself is the sharpest sword."

"The martial arts of the military is to stop war and unify the world; but the martial arts of the swordsman is about winning and losing, up and down, life and death. For a sword, the peak of its glory should be in the clash of warriors."

"If Murong Longtu had not used this body to reach the supreme level of swordsmanship, he would not have been able to reach his current state; and if he persisted in taking this path, he would not be able to achieve immortality."

"But, given his state of mind, I'm afraid he doesn't even have such thoughts."

"He was cut by a sword."

"I want to witness his final peak battle."

Jiang Su raised his head and looked at Jiang Wanxiang in front of him.

at this time.

The world's number one general has forgotten the world.

Jiang Wanxiang looked at Jiang Su, then laughed and said, "Okay! I'll go too. You've witnessed my dream of creating a great world, and I also want to witness the scene you desire. After returning, I'll tear the world apart!"

Li Guanyi and Murong Longtu returned to the Qilin Army’s base together.

On the way back, I met the old Siming and Yaoguang who were running madly.

Yaoguang seemed relieved when she saw Li Guanyi.

The old Siming looked at the sword maniac, but his lips moved and he sighed. Siming praised loudly: "What a sharp edge."

Murong Longtu just smiled calmly. When he returned to the Qilin Army, Li Guanyi saw that the Tiger Cavalry was as well prepared as ever, with a neat and orderly appearance. There was not the slightest bit of chaos because of the Sword Maniac who led him to rush over.

Jiang Gao, dressed in military uniform and a battle robe over his armor, looked at him with a smile.

The gentle prince looked calm and said, "Marquis Qin Wu, what a good mood."

This is the son that Jiang Wanxiang truly values.

Entrusted to the future benevolent monarch, Li Guan said: "I just had a drink with His Majesty Yingguo. By the way, he is a terrible chess player." Jiang Gao was slightly startled. From the tone of his voice, he knew that the situation was safe, and replied:
"Father is busy with world affairs, so he naturally won't spend too much energy on playing chess. If Qin Wuhou is interested in playing chess, I can play a few games with him someday."

Li Guanyi smiled and waved his hand.

Then they each returned to their own camp.

The news spread quickly. When the news spread all over the world, Ling Pingyang fulfilled his promise to Li Guanyi and easily brought Xu Yunxia, ​​Xu Huilan and others back to Jiangnan.

Because they had to take the physical condition of Xu Huilan and others into consideration, the speed of these cavalry slowed down a lot. The cavalry marched quickly at first, and then they reached the waterway, where the Qilin Army ships had already known the news.

So they went downstream. Since they were riding a boat and following the waterway, they didn't have to worry about the health of Xu Huilan and others, so the speed was much faster.

Although Xiaozhi set out later, they arrived almost at the same time.

Xu Huilan didn't care about the fatigue of following the cavalry all the way, she just wanted to see Yuan Zhi. Yuan Zhi had already learned the news that his mother had been brought back through the flying eagle message. Although he was still able to handle government affairs, he was somewhat uneasy.

Yan Daiqing said calmly: "Go ahead."

"What can you do with this state?"

"Why not take a leave and wait?"

Yuan Zhi was "forced out" by Yan Daiqing, so he simply rode away on his horse. He saw his mother, but found that the mother in his memory had more white hair and her hands were much bigger. His uncle even lost a leg. Even Yuan Zhi felt sad. He rolled off the saddle, held his mother's hand, and burst into tears before he opened his mouth.

After crying bitterly, the mother and son reminisced about the past and learned what Li Guanyi had done.

Xu Huilan said: "Although my family is poor, we also know the principle of repaying kindness. Ah Zhi, you must do your best to help that young master."

Yuan Zhi exhaled and replied softly:

"A scholar dies for a confidant."

"My lord, if you are like this, I will not betray you even if I sacrifice my life... I am willing to sacrifice my life for you until my death."

This is the highest loyalty of civil officials and counselors.

Yan Daiqing and Pang Shuiyun discovered that the young strategist suddenly became a workaholic, as if he had a flame. Pang Shuiyun, an old hand, seemed to be very experienced and quietly left Yuan Zhi's work area.

However, Yan Daiqing seemed to have been aroused by the youth's unwillingness to admit defeat.

He sneered while holding on.

It just held up Yuan Zhi's work efficiency.

Just when work efficiency was increasing rapidly, Xiao Zhi arrived here.

After meeting Yuan Zhi, he spent several days understanding the current situation of the Jiangnan families and nodded: "With no virtuous government and no strict punishment, the children of the families rely on their martial arts and wealth to bully the people. They should be severely punished and their wings should be cut off."

“However, you said that the sons of the noble families not only do not cooperate with your work, but also always cause trouble, incite the people, stir up public opinion, and make the implementation of government orders very slow?”

"Well, leave this matter to me."

Xiao Zhinai set about formulating a new criminal law.

The goal is to use both law and etiquette, and both power and virtue.

The Eight Duties, Seven Precepts, Six Fears and Five Terrors were formulated, but the children of the aristocratic families were already dissatisfied with the peasant team, the Qilin Army, and looked down on them from the bottom of their hearts. However, since the handle was still in Li Guanyi's hands, they did not dare to confront them head-on and had to refuse to cooperate.

Resist the various orders of the Qilin Army with a very negative attitude.

Xiao Zhi recorded it silently.

So he started to operate.

At the beginning, only basic laws were established.

A stele of the law was erected at the city gate to ensure that everyone entering and leaving could see it. The literate Qilin Army was also required to read out the simple law aloud and question the people.

Xiao Zhi said calmly: "Ancient Confucian scholars said that if the punishment is unknown, then the power is unpredictable. However, if the punishment law is not enforced, the people will not know what they can and cannot do, and all the explanations are left to the aristocratic families. That is wrong."

"The ancient legalists were too harsh. It would be foolish if they did not change for eight hundred years."

“The younger generation cannot surpass them.”

For seven consecutive days, the aristocratic families still didn't care, and said with a smile that the scholars of the Qilin Army were just pretending to be scholars, just peasants, so what use were they?
So on the seventh day, after asking Pang Shuiyun, Xiao Zhi wrote a letter to Li Guanyi to approve it. At noon on the day of a certain noble family's wedding, he led a team of people, broke into the house, and arrested the eldest son of the noble family who had violated the criminal law.

He was dragged away wearing a bright red robe, and his crimes were read out in front of the people, in front of the law inscription and the people. The people watched and knew that this man deserved the punishment. He was punished for multiple crimes. In an instant, he was killed.

The head fell to the ground and was hung at the east gate for three days.

As a result, the common people all knew the seriousness of the law, and even the powerful families could not violate it.

Thus, laws were established in the south of the Yangtze River.

The original lax law and discipline was swept away. Although it did not reach an excellent state, it stopped the past laxity and laxity. The people respected the law, and the aristocratic families were shocked and angry at the cruelty of the Qilin Army.

Although they cursed in secret, they had to obey the government orders obediently.

The efficiency of implementing various government orders was immediately improved.

Yan Daiqing praised such efficiency, but he saw that the dull-faced young man took out a small notebook and flipped through it one day, and wrote a vermilion stroke over the name of the beheaded nobleman.

There is a line of words written behind it -

[When the lord left Jiangnan, he brought the sons of the noble families to see him off with ill intentions]

[I execute the law and laugh in your face]

[At noon on a certain day of a certain month, my left foot stepped into Changfeng Tower first]

Yan Daiqing, who was described by his father as arrogant and too upright:

"Um???"

Xiao Zhi seemed to notice someone was looking at him, so he put away the little notebook and looked at Yan Daiqing. The dull young man raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a "kind" smile.

So the gentleman from Jiangnan basically avoided this guy during those days.

When you walk in, take your right foot.

Xiao Zhi wrote down the names of the nobles who secretly cursed his ancestors for eight generations in three large notebooks, and then sighed: "It's a pity that Wen He is not here."

He stroked his newly grown beard and said calmly, "There are too many people in the family. You can shock them for a while, but you can't shock them forever."

"I'm still too gentle."

Yan Daiqing hates cold.

I don’t know what kind of abilities Wen He, mentioned by the two geniuses in the academy, has, but I have a feeling that a talented person who comes from the academy will have no psychological burden in doing anything.

If Wen He came, he would be even more ruthless.

This Wen He seemed to protect the moral bottom line of all the talented people in the academy.

He immediately wrote a letter and informed Li Guanyi of all the events in the area. Li Guanyi responded in approval. The Qilin Army had been stationed there for a long time and had the last meeting with Emperor Ying Jiang Wanxiang. Li Guanyi took a step back and planned to go by water and enter Zhongzhou.

Sword maniac Murong Longtu was teaching Li Guanyi martial arts.

The news spread throughout the martial arts world. Murong Longtu's sword not only broke the indestructible body of the first master Jiang Su, but also broke a bigger problem, that is, a martial artist who could not be purer had set foot on the legend.

Just by practicing martial arts and swordsmanship, one can reach a level above that of a grandmaster.

In a small town in Ying State.

The fisherman Lao Bai became the traveling merchant Lao Bai.

Even though the sword maniac had left a majestic aura in the sword, Bai Yuanfu still didn't dare to gamble. People in the martial arts world were in a state of unrest. Ever since Duke Chen and Duke Ying became kings three hundred years ago, people in the world rarely abided by the rules.

They all win by force.

He even took out the sect's plaque and sold it for travel money. He only took the black weapon and the white cat. The old man knew that if he took the plaque with him, he would not be able to protect it, and in the end both the plaque and the black weapon might be stolen by someone, and the sect would be completely destroyed.

But with the white cat and the sword, if the white cat realizes the sword intent hidden in the mysterious weapon one day, then even if the plaque is gone, it will be there.

One day they went to a small town. Bai Yuanfu drove the donkey cart and the little guy sat on the weeds at the back of the donkey cart. He held a straight and smooth wooden stick in his hand and knocked on the grass and trees on both sides.

With a swish, swish, swish sound, all the grass heads were chopped off.

Very happy.

Bai Yuanfu was also amused by what he saw and took a sip of water. He also wanted to drink, but he had to spend the money he had saved sparingly. Suddenly he heard a lot of noise over there. Many warriors gathered under a building and were making a lot of noise.

The white cat asked, "Grandpa, is there a swordsman there?"

Bai Yuanfu curled his lips and said:
"Swordsman, maybe, with all the noise..."

"What's there to argue about?"

As the donkey cart passed by, Bai Yuanfu saw a skilled swordsman took out a list and posted it. It was the ranking of the best swordsmen in the world. Bai Yuanfu already knew all the swordsmen on the Jianghu Grandmaster List by heart, but today, when he took a quick look, he found that the number one was not the Sword Maniac.

It was the second Grandmaster who came up next.

Bai Yuanfu was stunned and took a look.

There is one more person in the middle of the Grandmaster rankings.

[Da Chen·Qiongqi Blood King·Chen Chengbi]

Blood King?
Bai Yuanfu muttered, "What kind of name is this? Why is it getting worse each time?"

"It's not as good as the Mad King from decades ago. The Mad King was just a little crazy, but the Blood King sounds like an evil sect."

"But what about Sword Maniac? Even if this number one Grandmaster in the world declines, he won't disappear from the Grandmaster Ranking, right?"

The other warriors also clamored to ask where the sword maniac was.

The sturdy swordsman crossed his arms and saluted, then took out a golden scroll and placed it higher on the list of the top ten masters. Bai Yuanfu stared with wide eyes, looked at the string of words, and suddenly burst into laughter.

The old man laughed heartily.

He was so generous that he took out some money and went to get a pot of wine.

He drank a pot of Jiangnan Yizhichun, then tilted his head back to drink. After just one sip, he was drunk and lay on the donkey cart with a complicated expression on his face. I couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing, but all the emotions were finally mixed into the wine and swallowed in one gulp.

"Murong Longtu..."

"I hate you so much, but I also respect you..."

I hate that you have cut off all schools of sword arts for sixty years.

But I also respect you for paving the way for us martial artists!

The swordsman in the martial arts world is not inferior to the other philosophers!

The sword maniac, Murong Longtu, defeated the world's number one general, Jiang Su, with his sword.

The title of the best building in the world.

Called the Sword God!
(End of this chapter)