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Chapter 145: The Chivalrous Way of the Mohist, the Kingly Way of the King, and the Blood Vengeance of This Body

Li Guanyi was invited to the ghost market again.

This time, the ghost market warriors around him stared at him, weapons in their hands, with vigilance in their eyes, but since Marquis Buye spoke, they would not attack Li Guanyi. The young man carried the musician on his back and walked into the ghost market.

Marquis Buye clapped his hands. The musician looked pale and extremely weak.

Both hands were broken at the wrists. Even though Li Guanyi used his internal energy to stimulate the acupuncture points, blood still gushed out of such a large wound. A middle-aged man walked out quickly, dressed in black, with half-white hair and cloudy eyes. He took a quick glance and casually pulled out two needles.

Acupuncture is applied at the Chize, Tianfu, Xiabai and Kongzui points.

[Chize] and [Tianfu] stop spasms and pains in elbows and arms.

【Xia Bai】stops tachycardia and blood surging. 【Kong Zui】stops loss of voice.

The musician, who had just turned pale and was gradually unable to speak, suddenly gasped and was able to make some sounds. The blood gradually stopped flowing. The man in black frowned and looked at Li Guanyi, "What's the matter?"

Li Guanyi told the story that happened before.

So he looked at the man and sneered, "You are a noble family, you don't treat people as human beings, you are just like a sheep on two legs, a bird in the palm of your hand, you actually serve such a person, you really have a bad brain."

The musician said softly, "...Sir is right."

The man was vicious, stretched out his hand, and said impatiently: "Give me the things."

Li Guan handed over the box in his arms.

The middle-aged man opened it, took a look, threw the thing down, and said, "It's hopeless."

Li Guanyi said, "Sir, when I took this hand down, I was using my internal energy to protect it, so there shouldn't be any problem." He even used the golden elixir energy condensed from the "Eternal Blue Moon Immortal Body", and there was still some residual warmth in his palm.

The middle-aged man saw the excitement in his brow and said, "It's really strange."

"You seem to come from a place that values ​​human life very highly."

"Yes, you are right. This hand is still active. Theoretically, it can be used, but unfortunately, unfortunately..." The man stretched out his hand and pressed the skin of the hand. The hand was able to rebound. He said, "The person who cut off this hand cut a layer of bones and meridians at the wrist."

"In order to make it uniform and look beautiful, the ends of the bones were smeared with the medicine of the alchemist. You see, the bone at the fracture has turned into jade. Humph, you are still late. After a period of time, all the bones of the hand will turn into white jade, and the blood will be sealed inside. It will look like a trace of blood on the white jade."

Even someone with a personality like Li Guanyi felt a chill down his spine after hearing this, and then a surge of anger built up in him.

"Sir, can't you really save me?"

The middle-aged man said calmly: "You are too naive."

"Why do you think I know so much?"

Li Guanyi saw a light in the eyes of this nobleman that was similar to that of the old man Siming, which was the pain and numbness after struggling. The man said calmly: "I have seen too many of them. The nobles of the aristocratic families have spent a lot of energy on these things."

“The way to make your hands look beautiful is to pick the hands of those who are truly talented.”

"How to keep blood preserved."

"as well as--"

He looked at the pale-faced young musician over there and said, "They chopped off your hand right in front of you, right? Hum, according to the Gu doctor's theory, when a person is afraid, their heart will instinctively tremble, and their muscles, bones and skin will subconsciously tense and contract."

"The palms cut this way will be tighter and the skin will be smoother."

"Hey, it's the same method as eating monkey brains alive, skinning donkeys alive, and steaming crabs alive in a pot. "

Li Guanyi held the sword and listened to the doctor say these things in a numb and mocking tone.

The young man said, "Really? There is no hope of salvation?"

The middle-aged man Guan Twelve said: "I just said that it can't be connected, not that it can't be saved. It's just that this pair of hands has to be thrown away. Girl, don't look at them, they are not your hands anymore." He stood by, shielding the young girl's eyes with his body, and then took out a box.

There were all kinds of wood inside, emitting vitality. He picked and chose among them:

"Unfortunately, the meridians and bones in the severed wrist were cut off, and my medical skills cannot restore your wrist. There are only three people in the world who can cure such symptoms. The Buddhist doctor is at the headquarters of the Nether Ghost Market."

"I don't know where the doctor ghost has gone, and his interests are extremely strange and violent. I heard that when he was young, his sect was involved in a major incident and was wiped out by a sword maniac, so he has an extreme temper."

"As for the last one?"

Guan Twelve paused and said, "Even if he is dead, he can be saved."

"But the dragon is invisible from head to tail, and all we know is that it wears a green robe."

"It's hard to tell whether he's good or evil, and it's hard to tell whether he'll be good or bad when we meet. He's the one with the most unpredictable personality among the four great martial arts legends in the world."

Green Robe Guest?!

Li Guanyi thought of the letter left by Hou Zhongyu’s teacher.

It seemed that the green-robed guest was what drove Hou Zhongyu's master crazy. What the green-robed guest and the old sorcerer talked about all night took Hou Zhongyu's teacher half a century to get rid of his hostility and transform it into the "Eternal Blue Moon Immortal Body".

Martial Arts Legends...

Li Guanyi looked at the musician with a pale face and lifeless eyes. He squatted down slightly to make his eyes level with the musician's and said, "Don't worry, the doctor said that you can be saved and you will get better."

There was no light in the musician's eyes.

Li Guanyi said: "Come to think of it, the piano you played just now, although it was very nice, it still lacked something." The musician's dim eyes lit up a little, and she saw that the young man over there was just sitting cross-legged next to her, then took off his sword and placed it on his knees.

The young man tapped the sword with his fingers and clapped his knee with his other hand. The sound from his mouth was like birds singing, but the rhythm was that of the piano music, just as elegant and beautiful, but suddenly it changed from the elegance of Jiangnan to a more exhilarating and majestic spirit.

It was like the wind that blew across the south of the Yangtze River, reached Kunlun, and then fell to the world with the bone-chilling thousand-year-old ice. The musician couldn't help but listen in trance. There was some light in her eyes as she looked at the young man over there.

Li Guanyi smiled and said, "How about it, if you get better, I will teach you."

The musician looked at the young ranger, she opened her mouth and tears streamed down her face.

But he choked up and smiled and whispered:
"People like you won't live long..."

Suddenly, there was a loud shout: "It's done!" Li Guanyi turned around and looked over. The middle-aged doctor stood up, took out a piece of wood from the box, and quickly made a wooden mechanical hand, which was exactly the same as the hand of the young musician. Li Guanyi was stunned and said: "Mohist mechanical hand?!"

"You're not a doctor?"

Guan Twelve asked: "When did I say I was a doctor?"

"I am a disciple of the Mohist School. Little girl, you can't use your hands, but luckily I still have materials that were originally used to forge sharp weapons and precious weapons. This material can allow internal energy to flow through it. In theory, as long as the meridians are aligned, you can practice the exercises and use internal energy to control your palms."

"When the time comes, not only will we be able to perform the same movements as ordinary people, we will also be able to perform more mysterious movements."

"Playing the zither is like sword energy, snapping your fingers is like magical power."

The musician paused, there was desire in her eyes, but the last ray of fire disappeared.

This thing must be expensive.

She looked at Li Guanyi, raised her head, held back her tears, and said softly: "Sir..."

"I don't like it here, let's go."

"I'm fine with my wrists the way they are now. I don't want wood to grow on my wrists."

Li Guan understood the change in her eyes, but Guan Twelve cursed loudly, "Bullshit, you're worried that you can't afford the money and don't want to trouble this kid anymore, so you deliberately said you don't want the hand?!"

"What a weird thing! When did I ever ask you to pay?"

The musician remained silent, and she asked, "But why?"

Guan Twelve said calmly: "Because I am a Mohist."

These six words seem to be enough to answer everything, and they carry great weight.

Guan Twelve said: "If the disciples of the Mohist School do not help someone in danger, are they still Mohists?"

"The world is not to be attacked, and the people are to be loved equally. These are never empty words."

"Okay, I've given you the reason. Give it to me!" He grabbed the musician's hand, and then tried to use the secret technique of Mohism to connect the mechanism, meridians and internal energy.

Li Guanyi exhaled, he sat there, put his sword beside him, and looked at the heavy rain falling outside the ghost market, dazed and absent-minded. He knew that it was impossible for him to become a subject of any emperor or prince. Those mature kings were fundamentally different from him.

The evil that Li Guanyi saw was the wanton robbery of others.

But he discovered that this was not a great evil.

People like Jiang Yuan look at other people as completely different creatures, and it doesn't even matter whether they are good or evil. It's ok for two types of people like them to be unsuccessful or powerless, but once they both have heroic spirits, they absolutely cannot coexist. The rain was getting heavier and heavier.

In the palace of Prince Ying, Jiang Gao was reading a file when suddenly someone knocked on the door. Jiang Gao looked up and saw a tall figure outside. He dismissed the servants who were serving him, then stood up and opened the door. The rain naturally dispersed, and Yuwen Lie, who was wearing a white robe and looking calm, walked outside with a bamboo umbrella.

"It's General Yuwen, please come in."

Jiang Gao looked gentle, as if he was not surprised by his coming, and invited Yuwen Lie in.

Today Jiang Gao asked Yuwen Lie if he would attend, but Yuwen Lie refused.

"He won't relax when he sees me, Your Highness." The famous general in the world was only wearing ordinary cloth at that time, standing with his hands behind his back, and said: "Besides, there is a dispute between him and me, and it is not appropriate for me to be present in your idle chat with him."

"If it's done, you can invite me to a banquet. At that time, he and I will not leave until we are drunk. At that time, you can also do him a favor. Why bother to fight for this moment?"

Jiang Gao poured tea for Yuwen Lie, and then said, "Today I saw that Li Guanyi is indeed a rare talent in the world. Although he is only fifteen years old, he knows how to advance and retreat. If he is given another ten years, I am afraid he will be able to stand on his own on the battlefield."

"Even today, he always says he has no ambitions, but I see them."

“He has big ambitions.”

"Also, I need to apologize to the general."

Jiang Gao said: "I didn't keep him today, and I also reminded the general of my killing intentions."

Yuwen Lie did not comment, and said calmly: "After all, you are the prince, I have guessed whether you would do this." He picked up the tea and said: "In addition, the second prince seems to have left a shadow beside you, and he told me what you did today."

Jiang Gao couldn't help but laugh and said, "Ayuan is still the same."

"Gao's younger brother is a naughty boy. Thank you, General, for telling him."

He salutes.

Yuwen Lie said: "Your Highness doesn't seem to be worried that I will side with the Second Prince because of this."

Jiang Wen said warmly: "Being dignified and upright is the path of an emperor."

"So, a great general who has already conquered a country and destroyed a city, would he be willing to accompany someone who can be honest with him even if he is a destined enemy; or would he follow someone who would even plot against his own eldest brother?"

Yuwen Lie looked at the gentle prince in front of him.

The crown prince of a country in the Central Plains of the world cannot be just a gentle gentleman.

Follow the kingly way!

The kingly way never refers to being a pushover.

Yuwen Lie smiled slightly:

"With your words, I can rest assured."

"Li Guanyi is a handsome man, but your bearing is equally brilliant and majestic, as majestic as the sun across the sky. He is not the only hero in the world. As for the Second Prince... he misjudged me. Yes, I do have murderous intentions towards Li Guanyi."

"But my killing intention is to kill the enemy. It is an act to protect the country."

"And the Second Prince wants to kill Li Guanyi on the surface, but in reality he wants to 'kill' you. A person who can be honest with his opponents will not be harsh on his meritorious officials. A person who wants to plot against his eldest brother who is born to the same mother should not share wealth and honor."

"He doesn't have the bearing of a king."

Yuwen Lie sat here, raised his teacup, listened to the sound of rain falling, and said calmly:
"The Second Prince was born rich and powerful, and no one opposed him, so he acted recklessly."

"But you underestimated me, Yuwen Lie."

"I finally underestimated you, the hero of the world."

The rain gradually became less and less. Guan Twelve spent a whole night and several hours to finally make the mechanical wrist. Then he connected it to the young musician. After that, there were various procedures to be followed. The musician fell into a deep sleep, and Guan Twelve said:
"This little girl can't stay here, and she can't follow you."

"If you stay here, you will die. If you follow me, I will harm you."

"We are about to leave the capital, how about taking her with us?"

Li Guanyi said: "I trust the name of Mohism."

Guan Twelve didn't care. He just said, "Originally, our Mo Clan came here to send Zu Wenyuan here and to clean up the garbage around this ghost market. In the end, you did both. The Mo Clan didn't want to stay in this place of power and wealth, so they had to leave."

"Now that we have this little girl, the sooner the better."

Li Guanyi: "Where are we going next?"

Guan Twelve said: "The world is so big, there are poor people everywhere. The disciples of the Mohist School naturally run around everywhere. Where else can they go? Wherever there is oppression, wherever there are people in need of help, wherever there is attack and plunder, there are Mohists."

"We are a bunch of peasants, and our resistance is small, but it is very important whether we have it or not."

"Under the sword of the great master, the Mohists are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of the thieves who will not die."

Before dawn on the second day, Li Guanyi met the seventh leader of the Mohist School, whom he had met before. Li Guanyi's achievement of golden muscles and jade bones was also due to the help of this big man. When the seventh leader of the Mohist School knew about Guan Twelve's matter, he agreed immediately.

Part of the Mohist team left early, and part went to rescue some people. Those who wanted to leave were allowed to leave, and those who wanted to stay in the Mohist school stayed. Mohism was a famous school of thought in the world, but they did not accept disciples like Confucianism, Taoism, and Buddhism.

Ink is like fire. Wherever the fire illuminates, the flame will always be reignited.

The musician woke up and was carried and put on the ox cart. She looked at her hands in a daze, raised her head and looked at the young man. She thought that this young man would let her accompany him and stay by her side.

The musician whispered:
"When I recover, I will find you. I will serve you till my death in this life..."

Li Guanyi looked at her, then smiled and said:
"Okay, then I'll give you an order."

The musician looked at him.

The young man said: "Live well."

The musician was stunned, and suddenly felt sad, tears fell, and then he said:
"People like you really won't live long..."

"Have you ever thought about what if I were a killer?"

Li Guanyi looked at her and said, "Stretch out your hand." The musician stretched out his hand. The palm was made of wood. Li Guanyi thought for a moment and carved a flower on it with a dagger to make the wooden mechanical hand look more beautiful. Then he smiled and said:
"Then go ahead, go wherever you want."

"what's your name?"

The musician said: "There is no name..."

Li Guanyi said: "Then think of one you like."

"You said, I won't live long?" The musician was caught off guard when he saw the young man laughing. He said, "Okay, what a coincidence, I think so too, but I can bet with you that death can be as light as a feather or as heavy as Mount Tai. Even if Li Guanyi has a short life, he will not be a mediocre person."

"Li Guanyi, even if he only lives for ten years, he will make those who live for a hundred feel ashamed."

"If you don't believe me, in a hundred years, when your hair is all grey, go ask the kids on the street if they know Li Guanyi. Then we can try to make a bet. How about that?"

The boy smiled, looking proud.

The musician nodded seriously and agreed to the promise to "stay alive".

The team led by the seventh leader of the Mohist School took her away. The young man stood up, narrowed his eyes slightly, turned around and walked back to the Ghost Market, but saw Guan Twelve was still there. He was the leader of the team later. Li Guanyi suddenly remembered that although this man was from the Mohist School, he was also a famous doctor in the Ghost Market.

"By the way, Senior, you are very good at medicine, do you recognize this?"

Li Guanyi fished in his bosom and took out a small bottle, which he had stored after forcing out the poisonous blood in his heart. Guan Twelve took a look at it, his eyes froze, and said, "Where did you get this thing?!"

Li Guanyi just said: "It was a chance..."

"Opportunity?"

"I'm afraid it's the kind that will kill people?" Guan Twelve sneered: "Although it has been forced out of the body, my eyes will not be wrong."

"This thing is not something that the Chen Kingdom has at all. There is no such strong poison in the Jiangnan area."

"This can only be used by the leader of Yingguo's royal secret guards."

"The highest level of secret poison!"

Li Guanyi's pupils contracted slightly.

The Ying Kingdom Royal Family...

(End of this chapter)