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Chapter 283 Murong Longtu, only seeking defeat!
It seemed that because of this news, Li Guanyi was quiet for a while. Murong Longtu was casual and free and easy. He smiled and said, "Since the time has been agreed, it's not a big deal to keep waiting."

"I've seen you busy these days, and I've walked around the martial arts world with you, which is really a relief. Now I just feel itchy and want to have a fight."

"That day, I saw Wang Tong's majestic appearance. I almost couldn't help but cut off his righteous spirit with a sword. But then I thought, if I cut it off, it would be bad."

Murong Longtu took a sip of wine, picked up a book beside him and handed it to Li Guanyi. After Li Guanyi took it, he unfolded the book and found that it was a collection of paintings. The brushstrokes were light and calm, depicting mountains, rivers, clouds, and all things. They were the scenery that he and Li Guanyi saw along the way.

At this moment, with Li Guanyi's martial arts, he can vaguely feel in this freehand landscape painting, a majestic and powerful sword intent that is either vast and majestic, or casual and free, like a gurgling stream.

This is the sword intent!
Murong Longtu raised his head to drink and smiled gently, "The martial arts I have cultivated in this life are mostly mixed, but because my Murong family has been famous for forging swords for generations, I must use the sword to make a name for myself in this world, so I use the sword."

"When I first started using a sword, I didn't understand it very well. I thought that as long as it could kill people and take revenge, then anything could be considered a sword. Why were there so many rules? The same goes for martial arts. I just felt that the moves in the sword manual were rigid and boring."

"I feel like the moves in the sword manual are all fixed, and all of them are wrong."

"Then I grew up, took some revenge, and made some grudges."

"But I also felt that a sword should look like a sword. At that time, I had martial arts experience and killed enemies in the martial arts world. I also made mistakes and was almost chopped down by someone during a fight. At this time, I looked at the sword manual again and realized that the moves that I thought were rigid before were all tested by swordsmen with their lives."

"At that time, I felt that every move in this sword manual was exquisite and there was absolutely no mistake at all."

"But later, I found out that they were still wrong."

"The swordsman who wrote this sword manual is not as good as me."

"I've gone through this many times. Now when I look back at the sword manual, the sword moves are all correct, but they are still lingering. It's just a pity."

"I have hidden the charm of swordsmanship in these scrolls. You can copy them carefully in the future. When you feel that the charm of the scroll is wrong, you can take a step forward. When you feel that the scroll is right, you can take another step forward. Finally, you will feel that this scroll is just a scroll."

"It's probably about 70% of my current martial arts skills."

Murong Longtu smiled regretfully and said softly, "What a pity."

"You have great talent, and you also have a magical weapon that I don't even know about."

"In the end, I couldn't make it this far."

Li Guanyi said: "Grandpa's swordsmanship is the best in the world after all."

Murong Longtu laughed.

“Not the best in the world.”

"It should be the best in history."

"As for the people who come after me, it's hard to say whether anyone can surpass me. I hope there is, and I think there is." He drank and said, "If not, the world will be too lonely."

Li Guanyi looked at the painting collection, which even included Li Guanyi himself.

Murong Longtu poured himself a drink and said, "After the duel, the sword manual will be given to you, and the Murong family will give it to Qiu Shui. I know you don't plan to have an aristocratic family in the future. The Murong family won't have much land. The sword, the sound of the zither, and the casting skills will be passed down from generation to generation."

"If you want to make your skills public, you can take all the books in the Murong family library."

The old man's voice was unhurried.

Li Guanyi blurted out: "Great Grandfather!"

He said this, then suppressed his emotions and said, "Okay, don't we compete?" In fact, when Li Guanyi said this, he already knew the answer, but his emotions still made him say this.

Murong Longtu looked at him kindly and laughed:

"That's really childish stuff."

"Can your Master Wang Tong not care about the evil ways in the academy? Can King Gongyang Su not suppress the academy's academic cliques for nearly a hundred years? Can Zu Wenyuan live a carefree life relying on his own calculation skills?"

“All are possible.”

"It's just that I don't want to wait."

Murong Longtu reached out and touched Li Guanyi's head, saying: "No matter how many good things there are in the world, they are not as good as the words "I am happy". You will eventually understand, no... you should have understood it."

"A hundred boats race against each other, and all rivers flow into the sea."

"This is the general trend of the world, this is the heart of you and me."

"How can you turn back just by saying so?"

The old swordsman sighed, "I will not look back on this journey, because all we have walked in this life is to reach that destination. It is precisely because of this overwhelming force that the monk said it is difficult to turn back and let go."

“But if you look back and let it go, will it no longer exist?”

"There was a monk who loved to debate. I talked to him that day, and he said something like "turning back is the shore, and the sea of ​​suffering is endless." I asked him if letting go does not exist. He said that this mind is empty and does not exist. I stabbed him with a sword, but he dodged very quickly."

"I laughed at him but he was afraid of death and it seemed like he had never let go."

"The monk covered his face and ran away, and never debated with anyone again."

"It turns out that sixty years of hard training is not as good as the sword in my hand."

Murong Longtu stood up with a smile. "I know that I am just making a foolish argument, a heretical way of argument. There is also truth in the Buddhist scriptures."

"It's a pity that there are no gods or Buddhas in the world, and they can't answer your and my questions."

"It's a pity that there are no gods or Buddhas in the world."

He drank all the wine, explained various things, and stood up calmly:
"You can't bear to see the sword in my hand."

"If he sees my sword, he might even write a Buddhist scripture for me."

The white-haired old swordsman smiled and said something. Li Guanyi felt that the words were plain, but also really arrogant. He had come so far in this world, and no one else could say such arrogant words so calmly.

After Murong Longtu explained the situation, he did not go immediately. At that time, the biggest event in the Zhongzhou Imperial City was the departure of students from the capital in batches. Every day when he walked outside, he could see the students leaving.

Business people have a headache. Without students, there will be one less group of people who spend lavishly. But fortunately, after the students left, a lot of people from the underworld came in, which can make up for the loss.

The silk thread fell down and landed on the water, causing ripples.

The person holding the fishing rod was Jiang Wanxiang, who was dressed in ordinary cloth. He looked calmly at the ripples on the water. A voice came, saying, "Your Majesty, how can you catch fish without a hook?"

Jiang Wanxiang looked at the First Divine General over there, smiled and refuted stubbornly: "This is the trend of the times. The fish has to take the bait. But, Imperial Master, have you gained anything?"

Jiang Su said: "I had a fight with a fisherman earlier."

“He’s very good.”

"Unfortunately, it is probably impossible to ask the prince to marry his daughter."

Jiang Wanxiang asked: "Who won?"

Jiang Su took a handful of bait and scattered it into the pond, whereupon large groups of koi came out to grab the food, tumbling like brocade. Jiang Su frowned, feeling that the koi in the pond seemed to be a lot fatter than before, as if they had been fed too much in recent times.

He glanced at the fish basket next to Jiang Wanxiang.

It seems that your Majesty's fishing skills are not as good as that fisherman's.

Master Ying thought about it, smiled slightly, and said:
"If he cultivates for another sixty years, he will win."

Jiang Wanxiang laughed and said, "This world is so unreasonable. Speaking of which, the students are scattered everywhere. Grand Master, what is the direction of their observation?"

Jiang Su replied: "Most of the students of the Military School have already entered our country. There are also students of the Mohist School, the School of Diplomacy, some of the Confucian School, and some students who are from the aristocratic families of our Ying State. A total of more than 2,600 people have entered Daying."

"Just when it's useful."

"As for the State of Chen, Chen Dingye has changed a lot. He is willing to spend money, treat poor scholars with care and courtesy. The famous Mohists, one of the three branches of Mohism, the Mingjia, the Diplomats, the Legalists, as well as 20% of the military strategists and some Confucians have entered the State of Chen. There are 2,400 people."

When these numbers come together, they prove something.

Jiang Wanxiang calmed down and said:
"How much is it from Li Guanyi?"

Jiang Su said: "On the surface, they said they were going to the Qilin Army and Tiance Mansion. Even if Wang Tong's lineage was included, there were only more than 1,100 people. However, Li Guanyi said something when he was discussing Taoism with Wang Tong before."

"It doesn't matter if you don't join the Qilin Army or the Tiance Mansion."

"I hope to educate the world and teach everyone."

"With the help of Princess Yunmeng of the Xue family, the Xue family's Chamber of Commerce along the way will provide these students with resting places and travel expenses. They can also follow the Xue family's Chamber of Commerce to enter Jiangnan. The two add up."

"Plus, a large number of students just wanted to find a quiet place to study and teach, and did not want to join the competition in this chaotic world. All these reasons added up to a total of more than 5,300 people who went to Jiangnan."

"Among them, the original Mohist school and some Confucianists are the main ones, and there are not many generals. The Buddhist and Taoist schools have fewer people in the academy, and each has its own palaces, temples, and monasteries, so they are not included in the calculation."

Jiang Wanxiang murmured, "More than 5,300 people."

"It's more than what we gained from Daying and the Chen Kingdom combined."

"But if that's the case, these students come to Jiangnan just to teach, so there's no need for you, Grand Master, to come all the way here."

Jiang Wanxiang smiled: "Grandmaster, you may have other theories."

Jiang Su nodded and said, "Those young men under his command are gathering refugees. In my opinion, they are planning to take these refugees to Jiangnan when the world changes drastically. This has three benefits."

"One is to replenish the people's strength in the south of the Yangtze River, and the other is to gain a reputation for benevolence throughout the world."

"That's the last one."

"With such a great reputation, a large number of students who enter Jiangnan will definitely choose to join the Qilin Army. This is to bring these students to Jiangnan first, and then slowly win their hearts bit by bit."

"It seems that these people have great confidence in Li Guanyi and the Eighteen States of Jiangnan."

Jiang Su smiled slightly. He looked at the koi carp tumbling in the pond and suddenly remembered the young man whose eyes seemed cold and calm but whose smile was gentle. He was a strategist who was abandoned by the Guanxing Pojun lineage but struggled to survive and remained unmoved.

The world's number one general said softly:
"Among the younger generation, there are also people who are not inferior to Tan Tai Xian Ming back then."

"Such a scheme is so bold as to use you and me as stepping stones."

"When you and I were young, were we also so arrogant?"

Jiang Wanxiang smiled and said, "The younger generation is really good."

Jiang Su nodded.

The core of this strategy lies in what happens after the Emperor's Autumn Hunt. As long as there is a change in the world, this strategy will be implemented with righteousness. The Autumn Hunt is like the center of a vortex and is bound to happen. Therefore, the strategy prepared by Li Guanyi will definitely succeed.

This is the brilliance of the strategy.

Even if it is seen, it is difficult to stop it.

Once we stop them, we will be branded as the one who dispersed the refugees.

Jiang Su praised: "Every move is calm and broad. In the art of war, it is the same as the combination of righteousness and justice."

"We can't stop the refugees, and we can't kill the gentlemen. They are sure about the autumn hunt, so they dare to do such a thing so openly, and they don't worry about you and I discover it."

Jiang Wanxiang said, "But, Grand Master." "If the students leave Zhongzhou, then the academy will be vacant."

"Is the Sword Madness Battle coming?"

Jiang Su said softly, "That's right."

Jiang Wanxiang waved his hand and said, "Go ahead."

Jiang Su bowed slightly and disappeared. Jiang Wanxiang stared at the koi and murmured, "More than 5,000 people, a mere state, but there are so many students..."

"How many troops are coming from Jiangnan?"

Fifty thousand Qilin troops.

However, there are 5,000 all-round officers trained in the classical style of the academy.

In other words, every ten Qilin armies can be equipped with a leader who understands the general principles, can observe the celestial phenomena and geography to determine the march, has the second-level combat ability, is proficient in spears, bows and arrows, swordsmanship, and chariots, and at least understands the basic military formations.

You can talk to soldiers when they are depressed, and you can boost their morale when they are confused.

It can rally morale and enforce military discipline.

You can deal with the battle formation above and count the spoils below.

When the battle is about to begin, you may even be at the forefront.

And he possesses the pure ideals and ardent will cultivated in the academy.

One such person for every ten Qilin troops?
Luxury, luxury!
Jiang Wanxiang's cheek twitched.

Refugees, the general trend, students...

Jiang Wanxiang whispered: "The Qilin Army is going to expand."

At this moment, Jiang Wanxiang felt a sense of regret in his heart. He couldn't help but praise: "Li Guanyi is indeed a genius in the world."

At the same time, the murderous intent towards Li Guanyi in his heart, as well as the regret and remorse for not forcibly killing Li Guanyi in the palace that day, rose to an extreme. Raising a tiger to cause trouble, to the point of causing trouble.

He also felt that his vision was correct, and that he should mobilize the Imperial Guards, let the God of War Jiang Su lead the army to fight against the sword maniac, and then kill Li Guanyi. Although he valued him that day and admired the young man's talent, he was also proud of himself.

Young tigers should not be underestimated.

Thinking of what happened that day, Jiang Wanxiang gritted his teeth and slapped his thigh heavily:
"How hateful and annoying!"

He slapped his forehead again: "It would be great if he was a gangster!"

Looking at the pond, the old emperor suddenly lost the leisure and interest in fishing. He slammed the fishing rod straight down, then turned around and walked away angrily: "Fishing? How can you fish like this? You are raising fish!"

The attendant on the other side asked in confusion, "Your Majesty is not going to fish anymore?"

Jiang Wanxiang was impatient, swung his sleeves angrily, and said:
"Fishing, fishing, no more fishing!"

"By the way, let's have fish tonight. Let's eat fish from top to bottom!"

"Fish feast!"

"One for each person. I want to eat unicorn fish!"

He kicked the door open, but still couldn't help sighing: "It would be best if my son could be like this."

Also because of Li Guanyi, talents, territories, time, and people's hearts are about to gather together. Jiang Wanxiang has experienced all of this, so he knows that this is like the wind and clouds rising, and a dragon riding on the clouds is unstoppable.

There was praise, sighs, and murderous intent.

But no matter what, it was too late now. After gritting his teeth for a while, he could only slap his thigh.

Eat two more unicorn fish today to relieve boredom.

The students went out in a huge procession. After all, they were students. It would be boring to travel alone, so they would definitely take their classmates who ate, studied, and drank with them with them. They went out in a large crowd, and the academy could not be quiet at all.

Because the turmoil in the underworld has begun.

I don't know who leaked the news that the sword maniac Murong Longtu was coming to fight inside the academy. It goes without saying that the heroes of the martial arts world and the famous masters would definitely come here, and then there would be the aristocratic families, nobles, and clan members.

They also wanted to see the style of the sword maniac Murong Longtu.

I heard that this man had unparalleled sword energy and was very capable, and he had come to the academy several times. However, all the students in the academy were there at that time, so this fight was more of a sword fight. Ordinary outsiders were not allowed to enter here, so naturally they had no chance to watch it.

This time it was different, all the students from the academy went, and heroes from the martial arts world came and went. In this world, aristocratic families and nobles also had to practice martial arts, and they invited famous fighters from the martial arts world, who all practiced top-notch martial arts and used good weapons.

But when it comes to the world of martial arts, I have never been there.

It's amazing. A few good friends, along with a brave and bored young lady, go out of the city together. When they hear there are robbers somewhere, they hire a good robber. The bandits and bodyguards fight each other, and the fight is lively. The young ladies are nervous and the young men's hearts are pounding. This means they have seen the world of martial arts.

Little did they know that after they returned, the escorts and the bandits came together and split the profits 50-50.

Bandaging the wound, he scolded this noble family for being inhumane.

Let’s agree that next time, you come as a thief and I’ll fight you.

Got the money.

Then go to a prostitute's house who has kidnapped girls from decent families and have a good sleep.

In the dark coal mine on a snowy day, no one can say who is clean.

That's how the world is.

This time, when they heard that the person coming was a big shot, these people who claimed to have been through the martial arts world felt that they were also martial artists and wanted to go and take a look. Some even muttered in their hearts that they had heard that the sword maniac had unbeatable swordsmanship, but they didn't know if they could recruit him?

In this way, the sword maniac Murong Longtu personally led the horse to guard.

But telling others about it is also a good thing to show off.

Now that all the wanderers and the sons of noble families have come, there are bound to be people carrying shoulder poles to do business. Today, the stall owner is carrying a shoulder pole with packaged edamame on one side and wine on the other. His stall is like that, and he is walking back and forth along the academy.

Some gangsters threw down a few coins, took some edamame and chatted with the wine.

Just earn hard-earned money.

For several days, the students in the academy gradually disappeared, but there was no sign of the sword maniac. Some children from noble families had already left due to boredom. The stall owner saw an old man in a green robe walking towards him. The stall owner looked at his waist, but did not see any sword.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, he greeted Keren and said, "This old man, you are here to watch the martial arts competition as well, right? I think the sword maniac will be here today, why don't you find a cool place to sit down, drink some wine, and eat some edamame?"

The old man in green said, "Then bring me a pot."

The stall owner happily took a pot of wine that was diluted with water. The wine was diluted with water. If it was not diluted with water, he would lose money if he sold it. This was the rule of this business. When drunkards drank the wine, no matter how much water was added, they would curse loudly. But if the wine was not diluted with water, they would not say a word and would just get drunk after a few glasses of wine.

But they are all used to drinking watered-down stuff and can't appreciate good wine.

Then he took some edamame. The wine was mixed with water. The edamame was a homemade delicacy. The old man in green took the food, drank a sip of wine, laughed, and ate a bite of edamame, saying, "It tastes good."

"My great-grandson should be happy..."

The old man's voice paused.

But the stall owner was a shrewd person. Seeing the business coming, he was not willing to let it go. He smiled and said, "My great-grandson, the old man is in good health, but I don't know how old he is?!"

The old man in green clothes smiled and said, "I forgot, I forgot a long time ago."

"But there are some who are about two hundred years old."

The stall owner didn't believe it.

I just felt that the old man was making fun of me, so I smiled and said, "Ha, two hundred years old, I'm afraid that people are gone at two hundred years old, and they are considered immortals. Your great-grandson didn't come, so why don't you tell me a place, and I'll go back today and make some more and send them to you!"

The old man smiled and said, "Okay, then I'll tell you a place and you can take it there."

After telling the place, the old man took some money from his pocket and put it down, jokingly saying:
"My child has always been used to being simple, so I'll give it to him."

Seeing this, the stall owner took the money and said familiarly: "Your great grandson is favored, but it doesn't matter. Our food is delicious after eating it. If you want more after eating it, just tell me and I will send it to you." He hesitated and added seriously:

"My stuff is good, better than wine."

The old man in green nodded and walked forward.

The stall owner was startled, and he walked forward with his shoulder pole, pulling the old man's sleeve and saying, "Old man? Old man! You can't go forward, this place is occupied by the gangsters."

"There was a wine seller before, he should have walked too close to the front, his hawking disturbed a young man holding a girl, so he broke both legs and was thrown back to lie down and wait for death. This young man from aristocratic family is not polite, just keep quiet recently."

"I heard that Jiangnan needs people, but unfortunately I'm just a pickled bean maker and don't have the skills to go there. It's a mess here, so I might as well leave."

"Old sir, old sir!"

He pulled the old man, and although the old man in the green robe looked to be in his seventies or eighties, he seemed to be extremely strong. The stall owner could not hold him back and was dragged forward. His face was pale, but he found that the heroes around him who were dressed in luxurious clothes and holding magical weapons were looking at him sideways.

The expressions on their faces changed, either with surprise or shock.

But they all stood up and lowered their heads.

The stall owner was so frightened that he turned pale and was speechless. The old man in green robe finished his drink and cursed, "It's watered down."

the stall owner stammered.

The old man in green robe laughed and said, "When I first entered the Jianghu, the wine I drank had more water mixed in it than yours. Your Jianghu wine is not pure at all. You didn't mix enough water."

The stall owner had already understood a little. The old man in green robe threw down the wine in his hand, picked up a willow branch nearby, and walked calmly towards the avenue with famous people standing on both sides.

The willow branch pushed forward against the ground, and an indescribable air wave rolled violently to both sides. The children of the aristocratic families who came here to join in the fun and see what the difference was between the sword fighting of this sword maniac and the sword fighting of their own guests all fell down.

Those luxurious houses collapsed, and the young men of noble families rolled and crawled, their faces turned pale with fear. They didn't even notice the girl in their arms falling to the ground. The lineup that would have been difficult to assemble in the past eight hundred years or the next eight hundred years all drew their weapons.

Grandmasters joined forces, heroes rose up together, dragons roared, tigers growled, and the dharma images were imbued with internal energy and transformed into postures visible to the naked eye, occupying the sky. Dragons soared and tigers roared, all things were vast, as if returning to the ancient mythological era, magnificent and vast, boundless and magnificent.

The stall owner stared blankly ahead.

In all the stories, this battle recorded in all the martial arts sects’ inheritances began with a few plain words from the old man in green. He held the willow branch in one hand and paced forward amid the roars of countless Dharma images, his green robe moving slightly:

"Murong Longtu has been undefeated in the martial arts world for two hundred years, but he is a little tired."

"Murong Longtu came here today to ask for this battle."

"But I want to be defeated."

"Or -"

The old man raised the willow branch in his hand and said:

"Defeat the whole world."

(End of this chapter)