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Chapter 259 Jiangnan Sword
Si Wei stared at Siming.

And when the leader of the academy's formation art saw the changes in emotions on Siming's face, from confusion at the beginning, to surprise, and then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a hint of happiness.

The always proud leader of the academy's formation technique even wanted to die.

"Hey, isn't this Si Wei?"

The Black Turtle Dharma Image turned, and Old Man Siming walked directly in front of the tied-up Si Wei. His wrinkled face was filled with an indescribable joy, and he approached and said:

"Why are you playing like this today?"

"Why didn't I know you were so amazing before?"

Si Wei closed his eyes tightly.

He didn't want to look at the guy who deserved a beating, but the black tortoise under the old Siming's seat spun around and moved to the other side: "It's really rare. Come on, I'll use the secret technique of the Yin-Yang family to brand you."

"I'll go to the academy and distribute them to the students!"

"One for each person!"

Si Wei was so angry that he almost vomited blood: "How insolent!"

Siming smiled and said, "I'm not presumptuous. I want to sell this Yin-Yang brand."

"One penny each."

He came close to Si Wei, blew a breath, and whispered:

"I sell it cheap."

you! ! !
Si Wei was furious and couldn't struggle free.

After the sword maniac Murong Longtu made an agreement with Chilong yesterday, Chilong did not say whether he agreed or not. He just hummed and circled away, and Murong Longtu rushed directly back to the location of the Gongsun family.

The sword maniac was feeling happy and carefree, but old Sima Ming was in a miserable situation.

The sword maniac's lightness skill is not strong, but this lightness skill is not strong enough because it is aimed at Zhang Ziyong. This weakest aspect of the sword maniac, taken alone, is still at the top level in the world.

Old Sima Ming had no choice but to sit on the back of the black tortoise and let the black tortoise chase forward desperately.

In the middle, he took a nap, had a meal, and hid under the shade of a tree to avoid the sun for a while. Only now has he slowly caught up. However, Lao Siming now feels that it is really worth it.

The silver-haired man next to him said calmly, "This is..."

Siming said: "He is just an old man passing by."

Si Wei suddenly asked seriously: "Senior Siming, what are you talking about?"

Siming: “???”

Si Wei said sincerely, "When I first entered the Imperial Academy, you were already one of the top three sects of the Yin-Yang family and had been given the title of Siming. Why are you doing this now?"

Siming: “!!!”

He could already sense a strange look in the eyes of the silver-haired man wearing a bamboo hat: "Si Ming, Yin Yang Family, are you the head of the Yin Yang Family who told me about Yao Guang that day?"

"Hahaha, you're wrong!"

Old Sima Ming laughed out loud.

Then he patted the turtle's head.

"Go away!"

The Black Turtle Dharmadhatu used its limbs to tear open the void and slid out dozens of feet. Even though this speed was not as fast as that of a martial arts master, it was not weak either. The silver-haired man and Si Wei behind him suddenly became a very small dot.

Siming suddenly felt that a complex formation hole appeared in front of him.

Then the black tortoise image suddenly sank downwards, and the old man was in a trance.

With a slight rustling sound, a hand lifted up the old man.

A calm and charming voice sounded:

"What are you running for?"

"I haven't thanked you for what happened that day."

"Can you help me again today?"

Siming looked at Si Wei over there, and the tied-up Si Wei smiled triumphantly.

Si Wei's lips opened and closed:
"Don't try to run."

........................

Siming finally figured out what the whale fisherman was going to do. He pondered for a moment and said, "You mean, when your daughter recognized you, you chose to turn around and run away?"

The whale fisherman nodded.

Siming added: "And then she called you big brother."

The whale fisherman's face tightened.

Sima Ming was in deep thought, and seemed to have realized something.

Old Master Siming scratched his messy white hair and suddenly realized:

"You deserve it, then."

So the whale fisherman pulled the rope a little tighter with a blank expression.

Siming shouted again and again: "Wait, wait, I understand, I understand, you want to hand us two over to Li Guanyi, and then let Li Guanyi help you ease the relationship with Yaoguang?"

The old man asked suspiciously, "Why do you go to so much trouble for something like this?"

"Why not just ask him directly?"

"Aren't you his eldest brother?!"

The vein on the whale fisherman's forehead twitched and he gripped the rope tightly.

Siming took a breath and said, "So, you want Li Guanyi to help you but you don't want to beg him, and you still want to maintain the relationship?"

"Why is it so awkward?"

Before the whale fisherman made any move, Si Wei was already furious. Although the whale fisherman had an arrogant personality, he would not really tie up old man Siming who told him the news that day.

The only one who was tied up was Si Wei.

The whale fishermen treated Sima Ming with courtesy.

Si Wei was furious: "Did you do this on purpose?!"

Old Siming laughed and said, "You are my fellow Yin and Yang clan member, how could I? But speaking of it, even if you want to see Yaoguang, you shouldn't do it at this time."

"Let Murong Longtu and his great grandson spend the last part of this journey together..." Siming said, "Traveling in a light boat and fast horse, traveling around the world with a few good friends, the sword maniac Murong Longtu also hoped to live such a life when he was young."

"When he was young, his parents and family were wiped out. When he was young, the whole world was his enemy. When he was middle-aged, his wife and children died. When he was old, his younger generations also abandoned him and left the world. Perhaps the most powerful swordsman in the world would be willing to exchange this magnificent life for a dull life."

Siming said softly: "This last section of the journey may be the most relaxing journey he has had in the past two hundred years."

At the end of summer, the weather became even hotter and more sultry. Li Guanyi, wearing a Taoist robe and a sword at his waist, drove the carriage forward. The old man in green was also sitting on the other side of the carriage.

He sat up with his left leg crossed, his right leg hanging down, and stretched out his hand, gently sweeping the weeds beside him, and smiled gently: "If we walk slowly, it will take about a month to get to Zhongzhou and the academy."

"Walk slowly and look slowly."

Li Guan nodded.

Murong Longtu smiled and said, "You are quite good at driving a carriage. Where did you learn it from?"

Li Guanyi replied: "When I was still at the Xue family, there was an old man named Zhao Dabing. He looked like he had never entered the country, but he was a very good driver. He had a wife at home who made delicious salt-baked peanuts."

Murong Longtu said: "That's great."

He became interested: "Come on, move aside, I'll try to drive the car."

Li Guanyi stepped aside. The old man in green robes sat there, holding the reins in one hand and the whip in his right hand. The old man's palms were quite slender and powerful. As he held the whip, Li Guanyi clearly felt that his great-grandfather was holding a soft sword.

As a result, the horse in front became so stiff that it dared not move at all.

The horse presented by the Gongsun family immediately started to turn in the opposite direction.

Murong Longtu was speechless and helpless. Suddenly, a laugh came from the side. Someone said, "Old man, this is not the way to drive a horse. Look, you hold the reins too tightly, and don't swing the whip too hard."

"You have to be clever and follow the horse's momentum."

"Don't use brute force."

Li Guanyi and Murong Longtu turned around and saw another horse-drawn carriage. The driver was a middle-aged man in a tight suit. He spoke in Mandarin with a Central Plains accent: "You have to be gentle and follow the horse's strength."

Murong Longtu said with a smile: "Okay, ahahaha, I have never driven a horse, so I don't really know how to drive a cart."

The man was quite enthusiastic and instructed Murong Longtu to drive.

Finally, Murong Longtu was able to drive the carriage smoothly.

The old man showed a smug look on his face, and the middle-aged man smiled and said, "Old man, you learn so quickly. Are you going together as a grandfather and grandson? Where are you going?"

Murong Longtu said, "We are from Jiangnan, and we are going to Zhongzhou with my child."

The middle-aged man stood up in awe and said, "Oh, there's still a month of bumpy ride to Zhongzhou, old man, you must be in good health!"

Murong Longtu laughed and said, "Not for a few years."

"Where are you going?"

The man replied, "We are from a business association and we are on our way to Zhongzhou." The man pointed to the car behind him. There were a lot of things on the car, which was covered with a thick layer of cloth. He said, "We are coming from nearby."

"I heard that something big happened in Zhongzhou, and many warriors went there."

The middle-aged man driving the carriage couldn't help but feel envious and said:

“Many of those warriors are big shots who have entered the realm!”

"They all have money and are willing to spend it. I heard that in Zhongzhou, even if you carry a shoulder pole and sell vegetarian noodles, you can make money. Not only can you make money, but you can make a lot of money."

"We brought some local wines with us, thinking that the warriors from our state would definitely want to taste the flavor of their hometown here. We can make a lot of money from this trip."

"Enough to send my child to a martial arts school."

"At least enough to cover one year's expenses."

He and Murong Longtu chatted casually about family matters, such as daily necessities. Li Guanyi simply took over the whip and let Murong Longtu sit there and chat. At noon, the two cars were still parked on the road, with no village in front and no store behind. The man generously invited Li Guanyi and Murong Longtu to have a meal and rest with the caravan.

Murong Longtu agreed, and Yaoguang followed. Seven or eight large carts gathered together and formed a circle to block the wind. Many people got off from different carts, most of them were ordinary men, and the head of the Chamber of Commerce was wearing coarse cloth clothes.

When they heard that another group of people had arrived, everyone seemed very welcoming.

Murong Longtu was wearing a green robe, and Li Guanyi was wearing a Taoist robe. The man sat with Li Guanyi and the others and greeted them with a smile, "Did you bring any food along the way?"

When Li Guanyi and Murong Longtu were both feeling a little awkward, the silver-haired girl stood up.

He reached into his small pocket and groped something.

Then he took out two hard steamed buns.

I sent one to Li Guanyi and one to Murong Longtu.

Then tie the pockets.

Sitting on the stone again, Qilin turned into a long-tailed cat and curled up. He didn't like eating the steamed buns very much. He shouted in annoyance:

"I don't want to hang around outside, I want to go to the academy!"

"Let me go to the academy!"

"I want to eat good fruit, woooo!"

"Hurry up and give me some good fruit to eat!"

The silver-haired girl reached out and rubbed Qilin's soft belly, and Qilin collapsed there. Murong Longtu changed his name to Mutu, and Li Guanyi became Muziyi, pretending to be grandparents and grandchildren, and had a happy chat with these people.

The man was called Shi Wu, but originally should have been called Shi Wu, as he was the fifth person in the family. At that time, his father gritted his teeth, kicked open the door of a scholar in the village with two steamed buns, and changed his name.

Shi Wu smiled and chatted:
"However, we should be able to make some money this time when we go to Zhongzhou."

"There has been a war in Jiangnan for more than ten years. Soldiers go there every year, and we have to collect taxes every year. We also have to take a few months out to help transport food to the border troops, and sometimes our own harvests are poor. Now that the war is finally over, life should be stable, right?"

"Every time we fight a war, it will be hard for us ordinary people."

"Yes, yes."

"But, boss, come to think of it, what was the purpose of our trip to Zhongzhou this time? I have almost forgotten." He said to the leader of the caravan over there. He was called a leader, but in fact he was just a bunch of guys who got together and came up with ideas on their own.

The caravan leader squatted here, holding a pancake in his hand, and said, "Why are you talking about this? I heard that there is something big happening in the martial arts world." He spread his homemade sauce on the pancake, looked at the three extra people over there, and said with a smile:
"Are you three going to Zhongzhou to join in the fun as well?"

Murong Longtu said: "Yes."

The caravan leader was somewhat well-informed. He had been around the martial arts world before he could organize such a caravan. He said, "Well, this is not something to be excited about. I heard that there is a, yes, there is a world-class master named Sword Maniac or something who is going to Zhongzhou."

"There are also the State of Chen and the State of Ying, your Majesty."

"That's why those warriors are so reckless. They have to come here. It must be very dangerous. We don't know when the fight will start. But it is because of these warriors that we can do business, right?"

Shi Wudao: "Sword Maniac, what an impressive title."

The caravan leader said proudly: "Of course, you know how powerful the Sword Maniac is? That mountain over there, the Sword Maniac can smash it into pieces in one blow!" He pointed to a small hill not far away.

Then he said enthusiastically to Murong Longtu, Li Guanyi and the other two, "By the way, I have some pancakes here, but they are a bit dry. Do you want some? Put some sauce on them and put some green onions in them. Hey, the taste is amazing."

Yaoguang was silent.

Yaoguang took half a step back.

Yaoguang chose steamed buns!
Murong Longtu thanked him and took a big pancake.

He picked up the green onion in a rather unskilled manner and chatted with them with a smile. These common people, the people in the caravan, had no idea what the sword madman was. They just smiled and talked about how powerful he was. They boasted that he could split the small hill in front of them with one sword and could even knock the carriage away with one sword.

A warrior passing by couldn't help but retort: ​​"What are you talking about? That's Murong Longtu, the best swordsman in the world. He would have to use his sword to pierce the sky!"

Seeing that there was still some food in the caravan, they stopped to buy some dry food. When they found some wine, they were even more happy. They bought some wine and dates to eat together. When they heard the caravan people talking about Zhongzhou, they also interrupted and said:

"What you said is all wrong. Sword Madman Murong Longtu is the one who challenged the whole world to a war. I heard that he was in the Ying Kingdom Palace and defeated the number one divine general. Isn't he a top-notch grandmaster?"

"I heard that this time the sword maniac, the ten great masters, the six palace masters, and the four great legends are going to the academy together to discuss swordplay and fighting. Such a big event may not happen again in the martial arts world. We must go."

"And Emperor Chen, the emperor of our Great Ying State, and the great emperor of Zhongzhou are going on a hunting trip together. This is a big deal."

Murong Longtu narrowed his eyes slightly and sat back leaning against Li Guanyi.

He sat cross-legged there and took a bite of the delicacy that the caravan leader strongly recommended. It was a bit hard and prickly, but Murong Longtu felt unusually peaceful. These people probably didn't know that they were talking to the sword maniac.

After finishing their meal, the warriors left. They wanted to get to Zhongzhou as soon as possible. The people in the caravan were not in a hurry. They hid under the shade of the trees to get some fresh air and avoid the hottest time. Li Guanyi saw a young child over there, holding a wooden stick and practicing swordplay.

Place a book made of very rough paper there and press it down with a stone.

After looking at it carefully twice, he swung it out with force.

Like a swordsman.

Shi Wu noticed his gaze and smiled sheepishly:
"It's my son. I didn't intend to let him out this time, but he insisted on making a fuss, saying that he wanted to see the world. I thought that a man shouldn't stay in his hometown all the time, so he came out."

Li Guanyi talked to Murong Longtu and said, "Then I'll go over and take a look?"

Murong Longtu nodded, and Li Guanyi went over to watch the child practice sword.

The old man chatted with Shi Wu to help digest his food.

After chatting for a while, Shi Wu was still a little worried about the old man, and said: "Old man, it's still a long way to the academy. After all, there are more people in the martial arts world. If you guys go, there are still a few people. Do you want to go together?"

Murong Longtu smiled and said, "Would that be too much of a bother?"

Shi Wu smiled and waved his hand, saying, "What do you think of disturbing me?"

He was worried that the old man Murong Longtu might feel embarrassed, so he explained:
"It's fate that we met on the road. You, my grandson, this little girl, and this little cat all get along well. Let's walk together on the road and chat to relieve boredom, right?"

"Besides, my kid came out with me, and I didn't have time to take care of him. He just practiced swordplay with a wooden stick, and the sword manual cost him one and a half cents."

"Your grandson doesn't look much older than my child. Why don't you keep an eye on him to prevent anything from happening to him?"

Murong Longtu shouted to Li Guanyi, "Did you hear that, kid?"

Li Guanyi waved his hand without looking back and said:

"Got it, old man."

"You can just chat and talk about anything else."

"Leave it to me."

They are just like an ordinary grandfather and grandson, and they have a pretty good relationship.

The child was very stubborn. Li Guan pointed at his scroll and said:

"Isn't this sword move a little wrong?"

The child was also holding back his anger and said, "You don't understand swords."

The young Taoist thought about it, looked at the old man over there, sighed with some melancholy, and said, "It seems that I really don't understand it."

"How about you teach me?"

The child was stunned, then looked at Li Guanyi and said, "I don't think you are a very powerful person! You are not going to Zhongzhou to do business, you must want to see the sword maniac and the Qilin of the chaotic world, right?"

Li Guanyi touched his brow and said, "You are so smart!"

The child raised his head and said, "Humph, I can definitely see it."

"Then you have to watch carefully, I will teach you."

Li Guanyi played with the little swordsman.

It’s still some distance from Zhongzhou.

He felt a little depressed in his heart. The bronze tripod had absorbed Zhang Ziyong's vitality for several days, but it was holding it back and nothing had happened. Li Guanyi didn't care and just waited.

Just accompany Murong Longtu and slowly walk to Zhongzhou.

Shi Wu couldn't help but feel a little envious, and said with a smile:
"You two, grandfather and grandson, have such a good relationship."

Murong Longtu agreed very proudly and said leisurely:
"Yea, haha."

"This kid is very smart and filial."

Shi Wu sighed, "I don't know what my grandchildren will be like in the future."

"Come on, come on, old man, try the wine from our hometown."

Murong Longtu smiled and nodded. The sun had moved lower and was not so hot anymore. He and Shi Wu chatted idly. Accompanied by shouts, this not-so-big caravan of only a dozen or twenty people slowly set off.

Murong Longtu leaned against the carriage.

He held a handful of crispy peanuts in his arms and gently waved the whip, and the two horses moved slowly. Yaoguang was in the carriage, and his blood relative was sitting next to him. He could touch her if he stretched out his hand.

The old man took a sip of the wine, and there was a slight pain in his throat when he swallowed it. He waved the whip, and the carriage ran leisurely forward on the road, the bells jingling, and then he turned around and chatted with the middle-aged man next to him.

They chatted about all sorts of things, saying that the dim sum here was delicious and the dishes over there were fresh.

Talking about his childhood, he said that he once saw a donkey kicking a person away. Murong Longtu was amused and laughed. Wild geese flew in the sky, and the old man leaned his head against the carriage, closing his eyes in contentment.

This was the world he once loved.

Comfortable and ordinary.

It’s still far away from Zhongzhou.

The four palace masters of the academy have returned, and warriors and swordsmen from all over the world are heading there, with great fanfare. On the contrary, this old man has lost his former sharpness, wearing a green robe, white hair, and looks lazy.

He doesn't look like a swordsman at all.

Finally, everything faded away.

There was no trace of sword intent or sword energy left.

And just when Murong Longtu had dissipated all his sword intent and sword energy.

Far away.

Jiangnan·Murong Family.

The wooden sword lying in the shade of the tree.

Suddenly, a clear, subtle sound of a sword was heard.

(End of this chapter)