Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 121: One Man Fights the Sword Pavilion
His Majesty the Emperor of Qing Kingdom is not as amiable as the new Emperor of Northern Qi. We still remember the three expeditions to the east that almost shattered the late Wei Dynasty and laid the foundation for the eternal cause of Qing Kingdom.

With such a person ruling a country, it is normal for the people of Dongyi City to feel uneasy.

After the sword pavilion was opened, the unrest in Dongyi City reached another level. The people were surprised to find that there was more surging sword energy around the sword pavilion, and more disciples were surrounding it.

Even Li Bohua, the fourth swordsman who seldom returned to the sword pavilion and was always obsessed with the money business, gave up his business and was willing to stay in the pavilion.

Something big is going to happen in Jianlu, or rather, something big is going to happen in Dongyi City.

As for what the big deal was, people didn't understand or comprehend it. The Jianlu was heavily guarded inside and outside, and no one was allowed to approach. It could only be to prevent assassins or something like that.

But with the Sword Master in the house, it would be absurd to have an assassin.

Even if we take a step back and Lord Sword Saint doesn't care, with twelve ninth-grade sword masters gathered together, even the most powerful assassin might not be able to return.

The development of the situation was too outrageous, and the emotions of the people were also very outrageous.

This kind of emotion also affected the disciples of Jianlu. For four days, the Jianlu was safe and sound inside and outside, and no abnormality was found.

All the disciples believed in the Sword Saint, but they couldn't help but criticize him in their hearts.

This farce will end in one day, and every Jianlu disciple wants to end the unnecessary panic as soon as possible.

No one wants the people of Dongyi City to continue living in worry and panic.

On the fifth day, Jianlu was still peaceful as usual, and Dongyi City maintained its original order.

After nightfall, the city becomes bustling with activity. The night market in Dongyi City is open till night and is quite large. Business is especially booming, and the streets are as bright as day inside and outside.

Strolling in the street, Lin Ruo suddenly felt like wandering around. He walked along the bustling atmosphere, passed by small stalls, and tasted unique delicacies.

On the bustling streets, there were occasional dragon dances and magic shows, which attracted him to come closer and take a closer look.

The autumn breeze blowing at the seaside makes people feel happy.

Soon, Lin Ruo stopped in front of a street where people were guessing riddles.

Although there were many visitors, the servant noticed this outstanding young man at first sight, perhaps wanting to use him to attract other guests, after all, there were mostly decent girls around him, so he stepped forward and smiled: "You can tell at first glance that you are a talented man, are you in the mood to give it a try?"

Lin Ruo nodded slightly, took a few steps forward, stared at the rows of bright red lanterns and thought.

"One shape, one body, four arms and eight heads. One eight five eight, a flying spring flowing upwards. It's so difficult, young lady, I can't understand it at all."

A maidservant complained, and the young lady she mentioned also frowned, puzzled.

"Tic-tic." Lin Ruo took a glance and blurted out.

The young lady glanced at Lin Ruo, her heart aching with desire, and stared at Xiao Si as if seeking confirmation.

Xiao Si forced a smile and nodded: "Young Master, you have a good eye. The reward will be given to this young lady."

Continuing to look down, the bright colored lights seemed to be in front of him. Lin Ruo took a step and broke a light. The speed was so fast that it was astonishing.

As the servant expected, more and more guests gathered around and looked at him sideways.

It was the first time they had seen someone so good at guessing riddles.

But the boy's face was no longer as peaceful as before, and even gradually blended into the sky. Although there were more customers, he actually made a loss-making business.

Counting the money with a heavy heart, the servant finally couldn't help but step forward and whispered, "Young Master, you have to leave some for other guests. It's so inappropriate for you to guess everything."

The guests all had a spectator mentality and had no idea what to say to the servant, but Lin Ruo still listened to his advice, did not ask for any reward, and left with a smile.

Everyone just watched this strange and handsome young man leave.

At the corner of the street, Lin Ruo bought a big meat pie to fill his stomach.

The view ahead was almost dark, and the old man selling cakes reminded him: "The front is the sword house, young master, stop, if you want to visit the lively place, you can turn to the right alley on the left."

"No, I just want to see Jianlu."

The old man was startled and said quickly, "Sir, you can't do that. The sword pavilion is different from before. No one is allowed to approach it."

Busy with his business, the old man didn't pay much attention. When he said this, the young man had already disappeared into the night.

The old man rubbed his eyes and said in disbelief: "How can he walk so fast?"

The further you go, the brighter the lights on the street outside Jianlu become. The powerful sword spirit seeps through the halls and alleys with the autumn wind, warning any intruders without reason.

At the end of the long street, a tall green tree comes into view, with two small lanterns vaguely hanging on it.

Lin Ruo stood quietly under the tree, looking into the brightly lit sword pavilion.

There were many Jianlu disciples patrolling nearby, and they soon discovered the uninvited guests under the tree. They came in groups of three or five holding lanterns and said rudely, "No idle people are allowed around Jianlu."

Lin Ruo smiled slightly. Under the strict restrictions in Jianlu at that time, even a drunkard would know to take a detour. How could an idle person dare to come to Jianlu openly at this time?

These Jianlu disciples really lack eyesight and can hardly tell whether they are enemies or guests, Lin Ruo thought to himself.

At this moment, a Jianlu disciple standing at the back saw the man's face and shouted, "He is from the Nanqing envoy!"

With a swish sound, the disciples of Jianlu dropped their lanterns, drew their swords, and pointed them at the newcomers. However, a gust of wind passed in front of them, exuding a chill, and the swords in the hands of the disciples of Jianlu were all knocked to the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.

Looking in front of them again, the man was gone. The disciples of Jianlu were terrified and looked back with a dazed look, but they saw the man leaving a shadow behind and heading straight towards Jianlu.

But after running a few steps, a sword intent came down from the sky and transformed into a real attack. Lin Ruo suddenly stopped, and the first ninth-grade master who blocked his way appeared.

This man hid between the narrow trees, lurking in the dark, waiting for Lin Ruo to pass by and then kill him with one strike.

Amidst the real and the unreal, the sword came through the air. Lin Ruo was neither surprised nor annoyed. His eyes drooped slightly, and the inexorable true energy had already gathered silently in his hands.

With a palm strike, powerful true energy burst out like a torrent, rushing straight into the sky. The sword shining with cold light shook slightly, and suddenly bent.

There was infinite shock in the eyes of the three swordsmen in Jianlu. They had unexpectedly attacked with all their strength, but they had no resistance at all.

His body shook violently, and Sanjian flew out at an angle, hitting the big green tree and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Although his injuries were not serious, he was unable to get up and fight for half an hour.

Lin Ruo controlled his strength very well, neither hurting people too badly nor leaving people with enough strength to block his way.

However, due to the obstruction of the three swords, the disciples of Jianlu realized the crisis at the first moment. At this moment, they had blocked the entrance of the alley with their numerical advantage and were determined not to allow the newcomers to go any further.

Lin Ruo took a deep breath. It seemed impossible for him to rush into the sword pavilion in one breath.

A bright moon hung high in the sky, clearly reflecting the battle situation below, and the air was filled with murderous intent.

Lin Ruo's figure rushed out again like an arrow from a bow. This time he held a sword in his hand, which was left after being defeated in the three sword battles just now.

The disciples of Jianlu were on high alert, but unexpectedly a flash of sword appeared by.

Many disciples grasped the hilts of the swords at their waists, and before they could draw their swords, they were hit hard.

Afterwards, the Jianlu disciples were scattered all over, with wounds of varying degrees on their bodies.

The sword was too fast, like the wind blowing through a hall, which was beyond their imagination. If the person who came had not shown mercy, there would have been no chance of survival for the disciples.

They watched the man walk away calmly, straightening his clothes, and no longer had the will to fight back.

Jian Lu Erjian stood a few feet behind the disciples, his pupils shrank slightly, and at this moment his heart became extremely uneasy. He clenched the hilt of the sword behind his back with both hands, and when he saw the figure approaching, he shouted loudly, and his sword intent surged.

He pulled out the sword and slashed at the figure.

With a crisp sound, the man broke through his attack with ease and escaped with the momentum.

The sword intent dissipated with the wind. Jianlu Erjian swallowed and touched the shallow wound on his waist and abdomen.

When he reached the gate of the courtyard, Lin Ruo slowed down his pace. Except for the Second Sword and the Third Sword who were injured by him, the other eleven disciples had all arrived and were blocking the door.

Yun Zhilan sighed and said with an abominable face: "Are you making a decision for Nan Qing? Do you know the consequences of forcing your way in?"

"I think it would be better for the person inside the house to ask this question." Lin Ruo replied.

Yun Zhilan said angrily: "How dare you! You are not allowed to see Master. For so many years, no one has dared to enter the Sword Hut without permission!"

Lin Ruo smiled, his white clothes not stained with dust: "Then I can be the pioneer who will become famous all over the world, okay?"

These words completely angered all the disciples in Jianlu, and they all drew their swords.

Lin Ruo threw away the sword and said naturally: "Actually... I am more powerful without a sword."

Yun Zhilan snorted, and the sword intent around him soared into the sky, and a sword stabbed straight out.

Several figures flashed by, and three ninth-grade disciples attacked from the other two sides, trying to catch him off guard.

Lin Ruo took a slight step forward, and the wind rose up without any wind. He stared at the four people who surrounded him. In a flash, his left hand stretched out like a spirit snake and clamped the sword in front of him.

Yun Zhilan tried his best, his facial expression distorted, and seeing the enemy right in front of him, he couldn't stab with the sword no matter what.

The crazy sword intent in his body suddenly weakened.

With a crisp sound, the sword broke half an inch. The strong energy hit his ears, and three other strange rays of light rushed forward and attacked from both sides.

Yun Zhilan was the first one to be repelled. When his sword broke, all the true energy he had exerted was dissipated, and he was completely exhausted.

The sharp sword was approaching his throat. Lin Ruo focused all his attention, deflected it slightly, and slapped his palm in the abdomen, knocking one back.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The swords of the other two men who were about to succeed still missed.

Unspeakable shock surged up in their hearts, and they could only watch the man dodge with wide eyes, their hands stretched out, and their momentum suddenly soared.

With a muffled groan, the two ninth-rank masters were each hit by a palm strike, flew backwards, and fell to the ground helplessly.

Another sword stabbed at him. Lin Ruo raised his eyebrows, showing an expression that he didn't want to talk nonsense. His sleeves trembled slightly, and the brutal true energy leaked out from his whole body.

The man was shocked, and before he got close to his chest, he felt a dull pain and stopped.

(End of this chapter)