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Chapter 262 Where is Li Guanyi in Jiangnan? !
The weather gradually turned from hot to slightly cool, and there was already a comfortable breeze.

When the wind blew, the carriage bells tinkled softly.

The area of ​​Zhongzhou is a thousand miles in radius, which is roughly the same size as Jiangnan. No, it is even smaller than the sphere of influence of the Eighteen States in Jiangnan. But this smallness is compared to the State of Chen and the State of Ying.

For ordinary people, this is still a very large and vast area.

There were many masters and lords inside. When the caravan arrived here, they were no longer in such a hurry to go deeper. Shi Wu and the caravan leaders were discussing where to go next.

During the break, the little guy Shi Yisong kept pestering Li Guanyi.

Li Guanyi used his ancestor's [Lingyun Wood] in the Red Dragon Secret Realm to cut off a four-foot-long piece of wood with a few clicks. The wood was stained with the blood of a strange beast, and the blood had seeped into the deepest part of the wood and would not be exposed, only making the wood hard.

Shi Yisong didn't like this at first, but later found that it was very hard, so he looked forward to Li Guanyi making this wood into a wooden sword. Now he sat there, feeling melancholy, and said:
"Hey, Taoist priest, your wooden sword is not ready for me yet?"

Li Guanyi smiled gently and said, "How can this wooden sword be so easy to make?" He did not know how to make a wooden sword. It was old man Murong Longtu who told Li Guanyi how to make the wooden sword, clang, clang, clang.

Just like the wooden sword made by the young Murong Longtu himself.

Under the old man's guidance, Li Guanyi also reproduced the process.

But later Li Guanyi discovered that this was not carpentry or sword-making. Every movement the old man taught him to make the wooden sword was so precise and gentle. Each movement seemed like an exquisite sword technique.

It was just like Murong Longtu told Li Guanyi about his path to the realm of swordsmanship in this way.

He is making this wooden sword.

The old man taught him step by step and carved the sword out of the wood.

However, it seemed that the sword maniac Murong Longtu's life-long practice of sword weapons and sword moves was engraved in Li Guanyi's heart, leaving such a sword in his heart. They had already entered Zhongzhou, some distance away from the imperial city where the great emperor was.

This wooden sword has almost been carved.

Li Guanyi used a very ordinary knife to cut off a piece of wood, making the blade of the wooden sword thinner and sharper. Then he handed the wooden sword to Shi Yisong and said, "Would you like to try it?"

Shi Yisong held the sword and waved it around, feeling very happy.

Li Guanyi saw the problem, he reached out and took the sword back, smiling and said, "It's still a little short."

"I'll continue repairing it."

Shi Wu came back, and today he took out some wine, with a look of regret on his face, and said: "Grandpa, you really don't want to walk with us again?" Murong Longtu said: "No, there are three of us, grandparents and grandchildren."

He stretched out his big hand and touched the girl's hair, saying, "The three of us, grandparents and grandchildren, were originally planning to go to Zhongzhou City, which is the palace city of the great emperor."

Shi Wu was daydreaming and said, "The great emperor's imperial city."

"It must be a very big and wonderful house. A big house where you can eat a lot of meat every day, and there are all kinds of good things of good quality, and there is also the best rice that is only available in small quantities in the whole world."

He smiled in a somewhat simple and naive manner and said, "Well, we are farmers and peddlers. We don't know what kind of life the emperor lives. I think it must be the best life in the world."

"Come on, we have to go our separate ways from now on. Let's eat something good today."

Shi Wu invited him warmly. He took a wooden board and placed it on the stone, which became a table. He poured some muddy wine into a black ceramic bowl and served some delicious food, including a plate of peanuts, boiled cabbage mixed with vinegar, and smashed cucumbers with chopped garlic on top.

He also sliced ​​the braised meat he had bought, and was drinking with Murong Longtu on the roadside. After taking a sip of the wine, he picked up some peanuts and threw them into his mouth, smacking his lips. Shi Wu's expression was like a balled-up piece of cloth that had been crumpled by the daily life, and suddenly became relaxed and lively again.

"We can't get there."

He took a sip of wine, with a yearning smile on his face, and said:
"Business is not easy in Zhongzhou, and the booth fees and head fees at the city gate are too expensive. If we work there, we may not make much money even if we work for a long time. We plan to stay in a city far away from Zhongzhou."

"I've asked around, and there are a lot of people there. Many people who can't stay in the capital are staying there. Let's do some business, and then buy some Zhongzhou specialties."

"I can earn a little money going back and forth, so my journey has not been in vain. When I return, I can be worthy of my family, pay taxes, buy new seeds, and buy two rolls of good cloth for my wife."

“This year has not been lived in vain.”

"Old man, are you planning to join in the fun of Sword Maniac?"

Murong Longtu took a sip of wine, picked up some peanuts with his fingers, rubbed them, blew on them to make the thin outer shell fly away, and said casually: "Yeah, let's go and see the excitement."

Shi Wu patted Murong Longtu on the shoulder and said, "Then you have to be careful. There are too many people here, and they are too mixed. I'm afraid there are many gangsters and thieves. Remember to be careful if you are caught by thieves. There is no need to argue with them."

Shi Yisong squatted not far away, watching Li Guanyi sitting there cross-legged, the small carving knife flying, and finally carved out the last trace of the sword. When the last knife fell, Li Guanyi felt that he understood the sword.

He held the sword and felt as if the sword was breathing.

It has its own pulse, rhythm and breath.

It is actually himself who has transformed.

Li Guanyi gave the wooden sword to Shi Yisong, and the little guy was very happy. The next day, Li Guanyi, Murong Longtu, and Yaoguang were about to say goodbye to the caravan together. Shi Yisong hugged the wooden sword, pursed his lips tightly, lowered his head and said nothing.

Shi Wudu pushed him and said, "Look, the Taoist priest has left. Didn't you have a good time with him this month?"

Shi Yisong did not answer, as stubborn as a child of his age.

Shi Wu said embarrassedly: "This kid."

"I don't want to be separated from you, but I'm too embarrassed to say it."

Shi Yisong turned around, his face flushed, and said loudly:
"Who, who is embarrassed? Who can't bear to leave?"

He looked at Li Guanyi, pursed his lips, held the wooden sword, and suddenly whispered: "You, take your hand out."

Li Guanyi smiled and stretched out his hand. Shi Yisong took the money from his pocket. Li Guanyi had said before that he wanted to buy a sword, but later he did not buy the wooden sword. This wooden sword was carved by Li Guanyi himself, so the money was naturally returned.

Shi Yisong placed the purse in Li Guanyi's palm, squeezed it hard, and said seriously:

"I heard that the Imperial City is very expensive. Take these and you can have something delicious."

"There are some in there, one, two, three..."

He counted the copper coins, and then he couldn't remember them all, so he said proudly, "There are a lot of copper coins!"

The little guy lowered his head, kicked the stones, and said, "I want to go and see it, but it's very expensive to live there, and it's not very safe. I have to accompany my dad. If you go and see it, it will be considered that I have seen it too."

"It would be great if I could get those masters to carve their names on my wooden sword."

Li Guanyi separated from the caravan, and the people in the caravan slowly walked away. They would go to other ordinary cities to do business. The sound of horse hooves and bells mixed together and fell into the wind. Shi Yisong sat on the side of the carriage, holding a wooden sword, swaying from side to side.

He waved to Li Guanyi, and Li Guanyi gave him the sword. The sword manual had also been revised by Li Guanyi himself. From an ordinary basic sword technique, if one practices sword seriously, one can cultivate the entry level of internal energy.

When your sword skills are high enough, you will be able to see the sword intent hidden in the one-cent and three-fen sword manual.

But Li Guanyi knew Shi Yisong's character.

If there had been no fortuitous encounter, this young man could only have reached the realm of the Second Heaven at best.

He may never know that he and Murong Longtu traveled the world together when they were young, but he doesn't need to know that. In the world, people pass by each other, get together when they are destined to be together, and disperse when they are not destined to be together.

Everything does not necessarily have to have an ending.

Passing each other by and going their separate ways.

I remember when I was young, there was a young Taoist priest in a blue robe who spent seventeen days to chop out a wooden sword for him bit by bit. Perhaps one day, I will forget what this Taoist priest looked like, but I will still remember the joy of meeting him and the reluctance to part with him when I was young.

Looking back, it seems like yesterday.

It's the world of martial arts.

In the academy, Wen Lingjun said, "Several palace masters have come out of retreat."

"Among the ten great masters, Qu Zaishi seems to have retired from the martial arts world. No one knows where he went. Chen Chengbi, the mad king of Chen State, did come here. The rest, including the Living Buddha of the Western Regions, have settled in the academy."

Wen He was playing chess leisurely, saying, "The storm is coming."

He still had an expression as if it had nothing to do with him.

Wen Lingjun said calmly, "I heard that someone pulled out the Chixiao Sword. When Master Ji Yanzhong came back, he still brought the Chixiao Sword with him. But for some reason, the old uncle seemed to be in a state of disarray. I asked him about it, but he refused to tell me."

Wen He raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you going to look for the Scarlet Sky Sword Master?"

Wen Lingjun said: "Well, what about you?"

Wen He smiled and said, "My family has long gone astray, and has long been a poor family in decline. I have no gratitude towards the Red Emperor. I originally wanted to go to the Western Regions, but I heard that the farmers in the south of the Yangtze River used my strategy."

Wen Lingjun asked, "You want to go to Li Guanyi?"

Wen He said: "No."

He simply refused, saying: "The strategies I gave are all strategies for enriching the country and strengthening the army, but in reality they will directly change the internal and military affairs. Only a heroic ruler with the ambition to change the world can use them."

“He actually used it.”

"This means that he has great ambitions. In a small area like Jiangnan, a hero like him can definitely accomplish many great things if he rises up in the world. However, this also means that he will definitely encounter many troubles and struggles."

Wen Lingjun then realized that the strategies and suggestions Wen He had previously given to the farmer Xu Tiange were only part of his own strategy.

Whether it is to benefit people or the country, the final outcome is actually to benefit oneself.

It's your own safety.

"Do you know what to do with a hero like this?"

Wen He made a move, and without waiting for Wen Lingjun to answer, he said decisively:
"I admire and recognize such people, and I know they will change the world."

"I will watch people like this burn from a distance."

"And applaud it."

"They change the world, and I enjoy the world!"

Wen Lingjun looked at this brother who was so distant in blood that he didn't know how far away he was from him, and at the chessboard, his hands felt a little itchy.

He wanted to pick up the chessboard and smash it down.

Then I noticed that Wenhe's hair crown was very high.

When playing chess, you can block the chessboard so that it won't fall on your forehead.

Wen He smiled and spread his hands, and said happily: "Who plays chess without wearing a high crown?"

"Let the heroes light the flames of the night, illuminate Mr. Wen's life, and make my life easier; but if you want me to participate and burn with them, I will decline the offer."

"Absolutely impossible!"

"I have obtained Ma Fei San and all the antidotes for the knockout drug from the doctor. I will take them before meeting Li Guanyi, and we will talk in a safe place. I am willing to give them advice."

"That's all."

"Unless he ties me up, he can also take me away from the presence of the wicked King Gongyang Su. Even the Master of the Mohist School and the Living Buddha can turn a blind eye to such a thing, or even condone it silently."

People like Wen He directly pointed out the only loophole in his arrangement.

Then he said leisurely: "But, how is that possible?" "Hahaha."

The master of the academy is in the palace, and the master is in the world.

The atmosphere in the martial arts world has long been as hot as a raging fire.

However, inside the Zhongzhou Imperial Palace, the atmosphere was the opposite. It became more solemn day by day. The Emperor Jiang Wanxiang of Ying State and Chen Dingye of Chen State had both arrived in Zhongzhou City one after another. However, these two monarchs of the world had not met each other.

Zhongzhou had already prepared different palace complexes for them.

They will never meet each other, but even if they do not meet, the majestic world situation represented by each other is getting stronger day by day, which makes people's scalps numb. People in the palace all walk around quickly with their heads down.

No one dared to breathe heavily.

The great emperor of Zhongzhou, Ji Zichang, did not go to meet them either.

At this moment, in this grand palace complex that has dominated the world for 800 years, four locations have been occupied, but there is still a palace of a marquis of military merit that is vacant. Every night, the three directions are brightly lit, as if one wants to raise candles high enough to make a hole in the sky.

But the one on the west side, called Qin's palace, was dark and deserted.

Everyone in the palace was curious.

"Where is this person?"

Jiang Wanxiang was calm and unhurried. He just sat outside the palace, looking at the sky. He held a handful of bird food in his hand and threw it out. An eagle circled and fell. Jiang Wanxiang said, "Young people are very imposing. We old guys have to wait for him."

"Speaking of which, Jiang Su."

The Grand Tutor of Ying State bowed his head and said, "I am here."

Jiang Wanxiang smiled and said:
"Aren't you going to look for that whale fisherman? Are you able to find any results?"

Jiang Su said: "He didn't go back to his previous residence. After all, we still have to stay here, waiting for him to respond to Sword Maniac's invitation to fight."

Jiang Wanxiang said: "Okay."

"Where's Yuwen Lie?"

"Yuwen Lie has gone to that place."

"Ah."

Jiang Wanxiang looked at the circling eagle and said with a smile:
"Li Guanyi, Li Guanyi, I'm looking forward to meeting you, haha."

In another palace, Chen Dingye seemed to be even more gloomy and cold than the one Xue Daoyong saw that day. He was like a poisonous snake or python. He leaned against the bridge in the palace, stretched out his hand and sprinkled fish food into the water under the bridge, and the koi rolled over and swallowed it.

Although Chen Dingye didn't say anything, the palace servants on both sides inexplicably felt a cold and heavy aura of oppression, which made them tremble, lower their eyes, and dare not say anything.

In the palace, in the martial arts world, in the academy, in the world, although no one was talking, it seemed as if there were already low humming voices gathering together. This was the general trend of the world, as if shouting in the hearts of the people of the world -

Where is the sword maniac Murong Longtu!

Where is Jiangnan Li Guanyi!!!

A horse-drawn carriage leisurely arrived at the gate of the world's capital.

The person driving the car was a young Taoist priest who looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a starched and whitish Taoist robe. There was also an old man and a little girl. Such a combination was not at all noticeable in Zhongzhou, the number one city in the world at that time.

All swordsmen in the world wear green shirts.

Further back in this group is a man with silver hair and a bamboo hat, next to him is an old man, who is also holding another old man in his hands. This grouping is even weirder.

The old man who was tied up and carried had a pale face. He was already thinking about when to jump down from the highest point of the academy. The whale fisherman gritted his teeth and said, "We have finally reached the Zhongzhou Imperial City."

"One month. A whole month!"

"I just watched them."

The old Siming replied doubtfully: "Isn't this what you deserve?"

The whale fisherman was furious.

Then he tightened the rope that was holding Si Wei a little tighter.

Si Wei was furious. He stared at Old Siming and gnashed his teeth and said, "You're done, old thing!"

Siming said happily: "Oh? Really?"

"I'm so scared, Ahahahahaha!"

"What I like to see most is your expression as if you want to hit me but can't. Come on, come and hit me!"

Veins bulged on Si Wei's forehead. The old Siming turned his head and looked at the majestic city over there. It was towering and solemn. Different from the majestic city of Zhenbei Pass in the northern region of the State of Chen, this capital of Zhongzhou was known as the number one capital in the past eight hundred years.

The first impression it gives people is not grandeur, but solemnity and majesty.

It's a noble feeling.

Siming said: "It seems that this is Li Guanyi's first time in Zhongzhou."

"The first capital city in the world."

The whale fisherman was also looking over there. When he came here as a young man, he looked like a knight-errant. He was young, arrogant, and didn't care about anything. But even the unruly knight at that time would be shocked by this majestic city that carried a heavy history.

Over the past eight hundred years, every place here has a story. Under each brick is soaked in blood and hatred, and stained with traces of swords and fire. The whale fishermen originally thought that Li Guanyi and the others would go in naturally.

But the door was still blocked. It was not a small character. It was the husband of a princess of the royal family. Seeing that there were many people coming and going in the capital of Zhongzhou, he became scheming and took the opportunity to increase the tax rate by five or six times.

People cursed at him, but he didn't listen. The warriors came to see the sword maniac Murong Longtu, so they paid with gritted teeth. As a result, this royal relative became even more aggressive.

Murong Longtu said: "I made a lot of money."

The young Taoist priest had a conflict with the other party. The people over there looked at Li Guanyi, who was just an old man and a young man, and wore ordinary clothes and rode ordinary horses, and they looked down on him.

The royal relative was drinking tea in a nearby teahouse. When he heard the conflict, he sent a group of people over without paying much attention. The young man looked at the sky, raised his sword, and knocked all these people over.

It was like poking a hornet's nest, and a bunch of people rushed out.

The people around dispersed at once.

The princess's husband was quite arrogant. He came from a prominent family and married a member of the royal family of Zhongzhou. His family was involved in various businesses in the entire Zhongzhou and even in part of the Central Plains. Some people said that this man could have seriously injured someone.

That person also had to go to the pharmacy under his control to get medicine, live in the house built by his dental practice, and when he died, he had to buy a coffin and paper money from his family. He also bought some literary fame, and became more and more famous among the children of this aristocratic family.

Li Guan saw that they were planning to act like they were from noble families and relatives of the emperor.

The young Taoist smiled and turned to Murong Longtu and said, "Leave it to me, great-grandfather." He held the sword, stood in front of the old man, and said softly, "Luckily I met these people here, and fortunately Xiao Shitou and the others didn't come here."

"I really hope that in Little Stone's eyes, I am the Taoist priest who plays with him."

"But no matter how long the journey is, it will eventually come to an end."

"Mu Ziyi and Pharmacist Li in the Jianghu are no longer just Mu Ziyi and Pharmacist Li here; they cannot and should not be called this."

"Let me bring our journey to the martial arts world to a close."

The prince consort thought that what the young man said was incoherent, but seemed to be sincere, so he laughed and said, "What nonsense, someone come here..." Before he could finish his words, he felt the ground under his feet shaking.

The rumbling sound was like thunder in the sky.

Smoke and dust suddenly rose in a direction some distance away from the world's number one capital, then quickly approached, stretching and spreading out on both sides, somewhat like a tide in a great river, rushing in, raising dust like a storm, but with flags already flying.

It was a scarlet battle flag with a Qilin pattern on it.

The big man in the lead had a dignified look and was wearing heavy black armor, like a mountain.

Five hundred heavy cavalrymen of the First Line and five hundred light cavalrymen of the Qilin Army, a total of one thousand cavalrymen, all of them were running at an extremely high speed, and even charging forward, with a momentum as mighty as thunder coming from the sky thousands of miles away.

The iron cavalry rushed here like a tide, and then stopped in an instant.

The movements were uniform, and a solemn and sharp aura rose up to the sky, making people hold their breath and subconsciously tense their bodies.

The leading cavalryman dismounted and came galloping over. Behind the young Taoist in blue robe, he knelt on one knee in heavy armor and said in a calm and solemn voice:

"Ling Pingyang, hello, my lord!"

The thousand cavalrymen behind him dismounted from their horses and saluted in a solemn manner.

"I've met my lord!"

The voice was as murderous as a wave. The cavalrymen looked calmly and solemnly as they stared at the young man's back.

The prince consort was stunned.

There is only one person who can earn such respect from Ling Pingyang, the number one cavalry general of the younger generation, and who can make the scarlet iron cavalry roll like clouds and thousands of cavalry roll across the plain.

He is coming?

The prince consort was trembling all over.

Ling Pingyang stood up, but this time Li Guanyi did not help him up like a good friend would. The two cavalry captains behind Ling Pingyang stepped forward, holding a red battle robe with ink-gold cloud patterns. The young Taoist just changed the Taoist robe into a battle robe.

A scarlet battle robe with dark gold cloud patterns hanging down.

A jade belt was tied around the waist, and finally a golden crown representing the princes replaced the wooden hairpin.

With a sword on his waist, the young man smiled and shook hands with Murong Longtu and Yaoguang. Then, under Murong Longtu's admiring gaze, he turned over and sat on the back of the dragon horse led by Ling Pingyang, with a sword on his waist.

He raised his eyes slightly and looked ahead, hearing the crisp sound of the dragon horse's hooves.

Pingjing entered the Zhongzhou Imperial City.

The prince consort and the young men of noble families who had just had the banquet were pale and had fallen to the ground, some even fainted from cowardice. Li Guanyi rode into the gate of the world's number one city on horseback, his scarlet battle robe drooping and fluttering, he looked calmly ahead.

It was as if he saw Ji Zichang, Jiang Wanxiang, Chen Dingye, the academy, the royal family in the martial arts world, and from then on, he saw the turbulent times in all corners of the world.

Then calmly, as if destined, he walked into this storm.

The whale fisherman looked at the young man's back and his rolled up sleeves from afar.

Thousands of riders followed.

He was a little dazed.

In the eleventh year of Tianqi, Li Guanyi came to the most majestic capital of Zhongzhou for the first time. As a prince, he was trampled under the horses’ feet in the blue bricks under the gate of this eight hundred year old capital, which had stories of blood and tears, traces of swords and fire.

"The world."

The sunlight fell on his face and body, and he thought to himself.

"I am coming."

(End of this chapter)