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Chapter 236 All the affairs of the world and the world are mine today!
The guests of the World's Number One Building paid great respect to the title of Sword Maniac. Even those crazy people of the World's Number One Building gave the highest respect to this swordsman who had reached the first-class level in personal martial arts throughout the ages.

Of course, some people respect such a title, but some people are dissatisfied with it.

Some people think that Murong Longtu, who had been killing people all his life, could not bear the title of Sword God. However, some people think that the title of Sword God is too flowery and does not show Murong Longtu's heroism and tyranny at all.

He should be called Sword Emperor, Sword Overlord or something like that.

Such people were quickly drowned out by the scolding of the crowd.

Only some hidden places in the world underwent slight changes. One was that those complicated and previously unruly aristocratic families in the south of the Yangtze River suddenly became obedient and wanted to hide their heads.

Another thing is that in the Ghost Market, all assassination orders involving the Murong family were cancelled. Ye Tianzi, one of the top ten masters of the contemporary era, personally threw these assassination orders into the flames and burned them to ashes.

To show respect for the Sword God.

The existence of martial arts legends is as ethereal as clouds in the sky on weekdays. To the martial artists in the world, they are too far away. They are like a dragon in the clouds, which can create a legend by occasionally showing a few scales and claws.

Just like Zu Wenyuan, he is also like a sorcerer who seeks the elixir of immortality.

In the Ying State Palace, the Ying State Emperor Jiang Wanxiang issued an order to allow the army to allocate a large ship to the Qilin Army to use, so that they could go to Zhongzhou by water. Jiang Su, the world's number one general, collected rumors from all over the world and said, "The whale fisherman has returned to the Central Plains."

Jiang Su said: "I am already old. Even if I have penetrated the realm of martial arts legends, the fierce aura of the military strategist is not the way to longevity. And fighting on the battlefield, my life span will not exceed that of Dao Zong and others."

"A martial arts legend is like a national treasure for a country."

"It can be protected by the emperor and can suppress the martial arts world."

“You can do without it, but you can’t live without it.”

"Although there were no martial arts legends in the Scarlet Emperor's world back then, there was the Ancient Scarlet Dragon, whose vitality and vigor were so great that only the martial arts legends could be compared to it. Later, the date agreed upon by the Scarlet Emperor and the Ancient Scarlet Dragon arrived, and the Scarlet Dragon returned to heaven and earth."

"If I die, my country cannot be without the support of martial arts legends."

"I want to win this youngest martial arts legend for my Da Ying."

Jiang Wanxiang was very curious and asked:

"I've heard of the whale fisherman. He's a rebellious, self-centered, and unruly person. He used to be obsessed with beauty, but later he seemed to hate it. He went to the South China Sea and fished for whales and chased sharks for more than ten years."

Jiang Su said: "He was obsessed with beauty before."

"Rather than being obsessed with beauty, it's better to say that he had mastered martial arts and thought he was extraordinary. He did whatever he wanted and was both good and evil. Later, the leader of the Demon Sect found two women who were ranked among the most beautiful women in the martial arts world and asked them to feed the whale fisherman some secret medicine."

"I originally planned to use these two beauties to get the whale fisherman's offspring."

"I didn't expect that this whale fisherman, who had profound martial arts skills, was able to suppress the woman and then ran all the way to find her true lover. The two of them had sex and it was said that her martial arts foundation was flawless, but she got pregnant this time."

Jiang Wanxiang laughed: "I really don't know whether to say this luck is good or bad."

"and then?"

Jiang Su said: "The whale fisherman hated this for a long time and has not been close to women since then."

"Afterwards, he acted arrogant for a long time, pretending that nothing had happened. But he was informed by a certain head of the Yin-Yang Clan who was supposed to be dead. Then he knew that the leader of the Demon Clan was planning to refine his daughter into a person without blood and tears, and to become the body of the resurrected soul of the Demon Cult's Demon God."

"The whale fisherman was drunk and said he didn't care, but after Siming left, he plundered from the south of the Yangtze River to the western regions, and killed himself in the Demon Sect alone. He defeated the Demon Sect and directly cut off a generation of Jianghu masters, and took his daughter away."

"But this man was born a beggar. He learned a little here and a little there, and ate at many houses. He didn't know how to take care of his daughter. The wet nurses he hired were either killed by the Demon Sect or took his daughter away and handed her over to the Demon Sect."

"The whale fisherman himself was arrogant and willful, but he was extremely compassionate to this little girl. Instead, he was restricted everywhere. At that time, the so-called undefeated formation master claimed to have no father or mother, born and raised by nature, but he had weaknesses."

"Because the Demon Sect's methods were so strange, he thought about it for seven days and seven nights."

"Finally he found the only place that was trustworthy and safe enough."

“And I don’t know how to ask for help.”

"Because he is a martial arts fanatic, he directly took out his unique martial arts formation diagrams and placed them there together with the little girl, begging the star-gazing branch of the three secular sects to take in the child. Therefore, the only weakness of the whale fisherman is her."

Jiang Wanxiang sneered and refused, saying:

"Grandmaster, you won't ask me to tie up this little girl, will you?"

Jiang Su said: "Of course not. With his experience as a whale fisherman, he can only use soft tactics, not hard tactics. I was just thinking that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince doesn't have a queen yet, right?"

Jiang Wanxiang looked at Jiang Su and raised his eyebrows.

The world's number one general said calmly, "The sword maniac has been born. Even if he doesn't seek longevity, he won't die immediately. A warrior like him will maintain the strongest fighting state for a breath before he dies of old age."

"The appearance of the sword maniac and the stability of Jiangnan have already changed the situation in the world."

"Thanks to the visiting card from the sword maniac, the whale fisherman who had been outside the South China Sea for more than ten years returned."

"This Whale Fisherman has no sect, no family, and is not even of the same kind as the academy. However, he has unparalleled martial arts skills and is the world's top formation master."

"We must win over such a peerless master."

"And his weakness is one and only one, and that is his daughter. I wonder if Your Majesty thinks that an emperor can have feelings?"

Jiang Wanxiang was silent for a long time. He looked at the tallest Star-Picking Tower in the palace. Inside the tower was a portrait of the woman he loved most. Now he was very old, and in order to unite the forces of all parties, he also married a woman from aristocratic family.

This young knight-errant, who became a king when he was older, said:

"Everyone has emotions, love, hate, and disgust."

"I am also a human being, but."

"Emperors should not be good or evil!"

"Emperors should not have emotions. Emperors should not have love or hate."

"The emperor is not a human being."

Jiang Su bowed and said, "Yes, then please allow me to go find the whale fisherman in person and ask for his daughter in marriage for the prince. He is bound by this relationship and also hopes that his daughter is in the safest place and will not be found by the Demon Sect."

"With the territory of our Great Ying, the palace is enough to protect the daughter of the whale fisherman."

Jiang Wanxiang and Jiang Su didn't know where the whale fisherman's daughter was at the moment, but as the rulers of a country and as the gods of the world, they naturally knew a little bit about how rare it was to find a peerless master without a big power behind him.

Jiang Wanxiang agreed.

Jiang Su stood up, and the divine general left Ying State and was going to look for whale fishermen for Ying State in an attempt to win over the martial arts legend. While all this was happening, Lao Siming was drinking, and he placed his wine jug on the head of the silver-haired girl.

So the girl subconsciously shrank her neck.

There was no expression on Yaoguang's face, she just stared at the smug old man in front of her. Her beautiful eyes seemed to be on fire, and old Siming became even more proud.

Nothing big happened today.

However, when Li Guanyi was practicing swordsmanship with Murong Longtu, a group of barefoot students wearing black clothes came up to them. Just by looking at their appearance, one could tell that they must be disciples of the Mohist school.

They were neither humble nor arrogant, and said that they knew about the heroic deeds of the Qilin Army, so they wanted to meet the commander of the Qilin Army, Qin Wuhou.

Old Siming drank and said, "Mohist school, hey, if there is a school that dislikes Li Guanyi the most, it is the Legalist school. You don't have to think that the Legalist laws are too strict, but this group of guys has another school that emphasizes [magic power], which is the way a king controls people."

"In the eyes of the Legalists, the School of Names, and some Confucianists of certain schools, people like Li Guanyi are like this."

"That's the traitor."

"The military strategist would probably like it more."

"My favorite is probably the Mohist school."

The old Siming grinned and said, "The Mohist school emphasizes respecting the virtuous, respecting equality, loving all, not attacking, and frugality. Li Guanyi, this kid, occupied Jiangnan, but he didn't build a luxurious palace. He is still very poor. His frugality is to the point that even old guy Jiang Wanxiang would laugh at him loudly."

"Appoint Yuan Zhi, who comes from a poor family, as your strategist and stay away from the children of aristocratic families."

“Give the people some land!”

"Damn it, do you think that the Mohist masters in the academy now feel when they look at Li Guanyi as if they were looking at the saint of their own school?"

"Back when Duke Taiping was pursuing the way to world peace, there were many brave and valiant disciples of the Mohist School who joined Duke Taiping's army and built equipment for him. After Li Wanli's death, the leaders of the Mohist School remained silent for a long time, but they did not expect that Li Wanli's son would be even more outrageous."

"Dividing the land..."

Old Sima sighed.

Yaoguang reached out and grabbed Siming's beard.

Siming said: "It depends on whether this kid can convince the students of Mohism, hey..." The old man shook the wine pot and whispered: "The two innates of Taoism, the living Buddha of China, the Gongyang Suwang of Confucianism, the first giant of Mohism, and the North Pole of the Yin-Yang School."

"The Sixth Palace Master of the Academy."

"Among them, the one most likely to value Li Guanyi is the Mohist school."

The princes of the world like the military strategists and the legalists, who can strengthen the country. They respect the Confucianists to maintain the appearance of benevolence, but they dislike the Mohists. Although the Mohists have mechanical skills, their ideas are not pleasing to the princes and nobles.

These Mohist disciples had only heard about the righteous deeds of the Qilin Army, so they wanted to come and see. When they came, they were barefoot and dressed in black, carrying some captured beasts and various things in their backpacks.

It just wasn't what they expected.

It was said that when Qin Wuhou met a famous scholar from Jiangnan before, he sat cross-legged to eat noodles and even poured a bowl of noodles with soup on the scholar's forehead. After hearing that the scholar was a student of Mohism, he suddenly sat up and greeted him in person.

At first, these Mohist disciples also thought that Li Guanyi was pretending.

But later, the young general dragged them to talk all night long. From mechanisms and mechanical structures to political propositions, he had his own ideas and judgments. He had his own insights on the Mohist doctrine of loving all and not aggressing, and advocating virtue and unity.

Then the young man thought seriously and said, "Do you think that the steam from boiling water can push open the lid of the kettle? It is powerful?"

Everyone in the Mohist School: “???”

Li Guanyi: "Have you considered standardizing the model of the mechanism?"

Mohist mechanical master: “???”

Those who insisted on their ideals and pursued the ultimate in mechanical arts found that this young man seemed to really understand some of it, although his knowledge of mechanical arts and magic was immature. Master Mo said: "General, we have considered the power of water."

"But with the magic, we can easily make the power of boiling water vapor a hundred or a thousand times greater. But the power generated by boiling water is too weak, so we gave up."

Li Guanyi:
"The magic is mysterious, but how many people can obtain it?"

"The Mohists advocate universal love. If this power cannot be used by the people, how can it be universal love? If it combines the power of magic and water and fire, can it go further? Guanyi is just thinking, if possible, to use the power of this mechanism to help the people."

The Mohist mechanical master talked with Li Guanyi all night long.

On the second day, several Mohist mechanical masters left.

When he came back, he brought back a dozen more Mohist students.

Five days later, more than 200 Mohist students in the Qilin Army were discussing the issue endlessly.

Finally, the young general asked them if they were willing to go to the south of the Yangtze River.

When the leader of this branch of Mohists was asked whether he was willing to pass on the teachings of Mohism to the hard-working people, he was stunned. The eyes of this generous man almost bulged out, and he almost thought he had heard something wrong. "Huh?!!"

"Huh???! Transfer knowledge?!"

I feel my head is buzzing.

In the past, they traveled barefoot around the world. Whenever other countries needed mechanical technology, the Mohists were welcomed. However, they were absolutely unwilling to allow the Mohists to have contact with the common people, as if these people with black hair and black clothes were poisonous.

They never expected that there would be princes who would take the initiative to support them.

We also plan to promote it.

The Mohist master's heart was almost burning with fire, and he said:

"I, I'll wait..."

The young man held his arm with one hand and said, "Even if the people cannot accept these ideas at the beginning, as long as we take it step by step, this generation accepts a little, and the next generation accepts a little, various schools of thought can flourish."

He cupped his hands and said calmly:
"I hope you can educate the people and benefit all people."

"The art of machinery can not only be used to capture cities and kill civilians, but it can also be used to cultivate land and grow food so that the people can have enough food. If there is spare energy, they can also learn literature and martial arts."

"It is impossible for Li Guanyi to accomplish such an achievement alone. Only if you all work together can we achieve great success. Even if we cannot succeed within our lifetimes, it will still make us happy to make a step forward."

"If there are any disciples of the Mohist School who can design a mechanism that will help agriculture and sericulture, even though Li Guanyi is poor, he is willing to donate a huge sum of money to them."

The Mohist students were silent, and then they all bowed back:

"I am willing to serve you as a dog or a horse."

Two hundred and seventy-one Mohist disciples entered the south of the Yangtze River.

There was vast land for them to spread their knowledge.

After the flame of Mohism was planted, there was support from the princes to let them try some mechanical techniques that were not used for sieges, and these mechanical techniques were called strange and tricky techniques in many places.

The various nations supported the Mohists only in the hope of obtaining their most important weapons for use in war.

In the current world, only Qin Wuhou actually values ​​those things that are called "strange skills and tricks" by other noble families.

Students of the Mohist school came here one after another and then rushed to the south of the Yangtze River.

Siming twitched the corner of his mouth as he looked at the Mohist disciples who appeared here as if they had jumped out of thin air. Then, one night later, as if a fire had been ignited, they rushed to Jiangnan at full speed without even eating.

Li Guanyi gave the most important thing to the Mohist school, or even to any other school.

Future possibilities, full support.

Ling Pingyang stood there holding a gun with a smile on his face. He said calmly to the dumbfounded deputy general beside him:

"Don't you know? Our lord is like this."

"Look more and you'll get used to it."

Before leaving, Pan Wanxiu, the master of the Mohist school, said, "General, you are kind, but kindness alone cannot protect the land. Although we, the disciples of the Mohist school, are good at mechanical devices, most of them are used to defend the city. Among them, the most powerful mechanical devices are from the Gongshuban school."

"Gongshu Ban's descendants suffered misfortune and wandered around the world. They changed their surname from Gongshu to Gongsun, and now they are the Gongsun family in the world, famous for their swordsmanship and mechanical engineering."

"Decades ago, Gongsun Wuyue, who traveled the world with Zu Wenyuan, the chief priest of the Taoist school, the living Buddha of the Western Regions, and Chen Chengbi, the mad king of Dachen, is now the head of the Gongsun family."

"If the general wishes to punish the unjust, he can go to the other side and obtain Gongshu Ban's sharp weapon."

An old friend of my grandfather...

Li Guanyi was slightly stunned. The calm and brave young prince lowered his eyes, as if he could still see the gentle old man. Li Guanyi said softly: "Thank you..."

The Mohist master Pan Wanxiu was stunned. He suddenly had a strange feeling.

The young general's gratitude seemed to be addressed to another person.

He said, "General, you are so polite."

"I will be leaving soon, and the general will go to the academy. Do you need me to write a letter of recommendation?"

Li Guanyi thought for a moment and said, "Thank you, sir. Are there any teachers from the agricultural school?" Then Pan Wanxiu laughed and said, "You are really strange. Other overlords, princes, and children of aristocratic families want to make friends with either Confucianists or military strategists."

"Otherwise, it's the strategists or the legalists."

"Those without great ambitions hope to place their hopes in Buddhism and Taoism. As for you, you are actually interested in us Mohists who tinker with mechanical devices and farmers who study farming all day long?"

Li Guanyi smiled and replied: "I am also interested in martial arts."

"Martial arts, magic, mechanisms, formations, agriculture, these are the basics of the world."

Pan Wanxiu felt happy and said:
"I have a good friend who is indeed from a farming family."

"He spends all day studying farming, and has forgotten his political stance on farming. What do you want me to write for him?"

This rough man was very straightforward. He took out paper and pen, licked the brush to moisten it, and was about to start writing. He was straightforward and straightforward, as if he would write whatever Li Guanyi asked him to write.

Li Guanyi said directly: "I have land there, and I am willing to pay to support them in their research on various plants of the Agricultural School."

Pan Wanxiu laughed: "Is it too vulgar?"

Li Guanyi thought about it and said happily: "If he has very good seeds."

"I am willing to allocate some land for him to try planting."

"I'll give him as much as he wants."

Pan Wanxiu opened his mouth and wrote a letter carefully, polishing it based on Li Guanyi's ideas.

Li Guanyi took a look and found that the letter written by this seemingly rough-looking master who preferred mechanical engineering to Mohist doctrine was very formal. The young man thought for a moment and said:
"Please let me make some changes for you."

Li Guanyi squatted down, took the pen and wrote, saying, "Write like this."

He wrote it in one go with a big stroke of his pen. Pan Wanxiu looked at it and saw that the words on the letter were simple but quite elegant. The words taught by Murong Qiushui were of course beautiful, but the content of the letter was rough and direct.

“Give land, give people, give money.”

"Come quickly!"

"Li Guanyi!"

Pan Wanxiu was dumbfounded.

Thinking of the reactions of those disciples of the Farmer School who were at the bottom of the academic world in the academy when they saw these words, they all wanted to go and take a look.

Then he was impressed and said with a smile: "The agricultural school is under the general's command."

After the Mohist school left, Murong Longtu and Li Guanyi drank tea. Hearing that Li Guanyi was going to look for the descendants of Gongshu, the old man nodded. He said in a gentle voice: "Guanyi, your martial arts are pretty good. There is no one stronger than you in the younger generation."

"But this world is never a fair fight."

"Your opponent has decades or even hundreds of years of inner strength cultivation ahead of you... If you were to fight on the battlefield, it would be fine, but if you go out into the world alone, even if you have a Qilin, there are warriors who can forcibly assassinate you."

Li Guanyi pursed his lips. He knew what Jian Kuang said.

At this moment, it was the Sword Maniac who followed him, so no one dared to assassinate him.

Murong Longtu paused, the old man stroked the sword with his wrinkled palm, and laughed softly, "I am just a swordsman. No matter how high my martial arts skills are, I am just a man of the world. I was alone when I was young, and later I became famous all over the world. The other branches of the Murong family gathered here, and the Murong family started to quarrel."

"But I still felt that I was alone. Later, I had your great-grandmother, your grandfather, your mother, and Qiu Shui. Gradually, I felt that I was not alone. This world is vast and I have a place to stay."

"But later, everything I had was gone."

"I am still alone, with only the Qingfeng in my hand. Then, I saw you again. I lost it and found it again."

Murong Longtu told the story of his two hundred years of life, and the old man said softly:
"For the past two hundred years of my life, I have been seeking and chasing after the sword."

"I am not seeking the illusory so-called immortality. You are also a real man. I will not be by your side all the time to protect you. You have your grand plans and I also have my own aspirations in this life."

"But whether it's you or me, death is not the most terrible thing, right?" Murong Longtu smiled and said casually:

"You are going to the Western Regions later, so I won't go with you."

"But don't worry, I can't go to the Western Region with you."

"But within three years, no one in the world can assassinate you, and you will have no worries. Then you can roam the world freely. After three years, my sword-crazy great-grandson should have grown up to be fearless."

This old, tough swordsman finally had a moment of tenderness in his heart, but the swordsman's tenderness was different from that of others. The sword maniac's tenderness also had its own spirit.

Murong Longtu looked into the distance, seeing the surging river and the wind blowing through the treetops, as if he could still see friends and relatives passing by.

All my relatives and friends have died, and my old acquaintances have scattered. My life here is just like a drifter.

Li Guanyi has also grown up, the poison has been removed, Murong Qiu Shui is safe in Jiangnan, and he can finally be himself again.

The swordsman in green shirt stood up and asked: "What is the ultimate of swordsmanship?"

"What is the pinnacle of martial arts?"

"The legend of martial arts can last a long time, but if we turn this foundation, pour it out, and transform it into a battle, how magnificent it will be? I am very curious, but I also feel that this is how my life should be. I should not hold back my edge for the sake of immortality."

Murong Longtu said calmly:
"Murong Longtu is the strongest swordsman in the past eight hundred years. It is only when those who come after him dare not draw their swords for another eight hundred years that this can be considered a complete success."

He walked away, but on this day, another big event happened in the martial arts world—

Murong Longtu once again visited the number one restaurant in the world.

Fifty-five mysterious weapons were entangled here, and the sword energy was soaring into the sky. The whole city was filled with the sound of swords. A man in a green shirt and white hair climbed to the highest point and said:

"The Academy's meeting invites all the heroes, the ten great masters, and the six great palace masters."

"Dao Zong, Military God, Changsheng, Diaojing, you all may as well come together!"

The sword spirit soared to the sky, and the owner of the No. 1 Building in the World came out personally to spread this letter, which was Murong Longtu's last words that day, throughout the martial arts world on behalf of the sword maniac.

"Murong Longtu, I only want to be defeated!"

From that day on, there was no more dispute over his title of Sword God, Sword Master, or Sword Immortal in the martial arts world.

The first eight hundred years and the next eight hundred years, the martial arts world and the sword art were the most romantic!

Murong Longtu.

Sword maniac!

(End of this chapter)