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Chapter 179 The sword maniac comes out!

Do not know why.

The warriors in all the eighteen states of Jiangnan felt their swords whistling uncontrollably in an instant. The murderous aura of war rising into the sky was so solemn that it almost made them fall into deathly silence.

In the Eighteen Prefectures of Jiangnan, there is a sword maniac named Murong Longtu.

It resisted the Ying State and the Chen State, and therefore, became one of the holy places for martial artists. Many knights and criminals who were not tolerated by the two countries would come here if they were lucky enough to escape the pursuit of the two countries. In addition, there were also swordsmen from all over the world who came here to make a pilgrimage.

The Murong family's Divine Weapon Palace, with its ninety-seven mysterious weapons, is famous throughout the world.

This is one of the only two places in the world where new mysterious weapons can be forged.

Apart from the Xuanbing that have been passed down from generation to generation in the martial arts world for thousands of years, and the occasional hidden blacksmith who has broken through the limit, all the Xuanbing in the world come from the Murong family and the Sword Forging Valley of Ying State. The Sword Forging Valley has long been controlled by the Emperor of Ying State, and the Xuanbing in the Valley are all distributed to generals in the army.

Therefore, the prestige of the Murong family is getting higher and higher in the martial arts world.

With so many warriors and their weapons whistling in unison, it was impossible to hide the fact. Everyone's eyes subconsciously turned to the center of this majestic pass, and their hearts surged, just like the whistling weapons in their sheaths.

The world's number one sword master who has been in seclusion for a long time.

Out of customs? ! !
Is the world about to change?
Everyone in the city was feeling the same way. Old Man Siming, who had taken the roar of ninety-six black weapons head-on, only felt a black screen in front of his eyes and his blood boiling. If it weren't for the lack of the Qiu Shui Sword in the black weapon formation and the old killer in front of him, he would have restrained himself instantly.

Siming felt that he might be killed by the shockwaves of the sword.

Even so, he still felt the blood in his body stagnating, as if every drop of blood exploded at the same time. His head was buzzing and he stumbled back two steps, almost falling to the ground. He gasped for breath and saw the sword maniac over there slowly getting up.

Murong Longtu had been in seclusion for several years, his hair and beard had grown very long, his clothes were old and worn, he looked like an old dying man, but Siming could sense the sharpness hidden in this old man, and this sharpness was instantly restrained. Murong Longtu's eyes were as gentle as jade, and he reached out his hand to help Siming up.

"So it's you, Senior."

Siming grinned: "No, no, senior, you look older than me."

"Just talk to me as an equal, as long as you don't call me an old bastard like you did back then."

Old Siming said unhappily, "I was almost shocked to death by you, old senior."

Murong Longtu laughed and said, "I was wrong, but it was also Siming who told you too much." He stretched out his hand, and his wrinkled palm was like a mysterious weapon. He tightly grasped Siming's wrist and said, "You said Qiu Shui is still alive?"

"And my poor child?"

Siming exhaled and said, "Yes."

"That's what the old man came for."

The sword maniac said: "Let's get out first."

Murong Longtu stood up and pushed the door open. It seemed that this long period of death did not mean as much to him as the identities represented by those two names. The Murong family knew that the old patriarch had come out of seclusion, so they came here naturally and, following Murong Longtu's orders, posted all the news about the martial arts world during this period.

Siming set out several days before the grand sacrifice, running madly all the way. His martial arts skills were really no match for these old guys, and he only relied on the Black Turtle Dharma Image to force his way forward. However, he deduced that Li Guanyi must have been involved in the whirlpool of the grand sacrifice, and something bad must have happened.

He knew that his martial arts skills were not good enough, and that he could survive, but he could not pull the young man out of the whirlpool, so he thought of this only chance of survival, and ran all the way without stopping. At the same time, Murong Longtu watched what had happened in the martial arts world recently.

He saw the great sacrifice of the State of Chen at a glance.

He saw the young man behead the prime minister, save Yue Pengwu, and then break into the city.

Li Guanyi had been hiding his real name for ten years. This name was naturally not the nickname or real name he was given when he was born. Logically, Murong Longtu didn't know his current name, but the moment the old man with messy hair and beard scanned this line of text, he laughed:

"Such arrogance is my bloodline!"

"This Li Guanyi is my great-grandson."

Siming grinned: "Are you so sure?"

The sword maniac asked back: "Isn't it?"

Siming said helplessly: "...You are right, it is indeed him."

Old Sima Ming's forehead twitched as he looked at the things in the record. He had originally planned to take Jian Kuang with him to pull Li Guanyi out of the whirlpool of the high sacrifice, but he had not expected that the young man would kick over the table of the high sacrifice and then run out wildly.

He killed Tan Tai, saved Yue Pengwu, and kicked a big hole in Guan Yicheng.

Siming still remembers how he felt when he first heard the news.

Hey, young man.

So the old man slowed down his pace, knowing that he went to find Jian Kuang to ask Jian Kuang to bring Li Guanyi back to the Eighteen Prefectures of Jiangnan - even though Xue Daoyong suppressed the court, the various aristocratic families were still spreading rumors, saying that Qilin was lost abroad, and that Qilin was related to Li Guanyi.

Although these people are not spreading rumors.

There are too many lawless people in the world.

They are not as good as the nobles in the court, who tend to follow some rules.

Siming sighed.

Sword Maniac asked: "Senior, why didn't you come earlier?"

Siming rolled his eyes and cursed, "You came early? Don't you know where you are? You went crazy back then, chasing after the vanguards of two countries and fighting together. In the end, this state broke away from Chen and refused to follow Ying, and became a strategic pass between the two countries."

"To the south is the State of Chen, to the north is the State of Ying, and up the great rivers is Zhongzhou."

"Both Chen and Ying want to take a piece of your meat. The armies of Chen and Ying are eyeing you covetously. The cavalry of the two countries are traveling in your Eighteen States and have clashed with the children of your Murong family more than once."

"After ten years of training, all the children of the Murong family have mastered the art of riding a horse and wielding a flying sword. They can fight against cavalry from a distance of a hundred steps. When they dismount, they can combine the long-handled iron stick and the big sword to become a foot-to-foot weapon. The blade is seven feet long and ten feet long. Because it is a sword, it has blades on both sides."

"Use the Murong family's heavy sword technique to kill all men and horses within ten steps."

"I can't tell whether he is a disciple of Jianghu or a military strategist."

"Both places have military formations, passes, and strict interrogation."

"If the old man didn't have some skills, there would be no way he could sneak over here!"

The sword maniac ignored Siming's complaints and said:
"Can the senior find the two children in my family?"

Siming grinned: "I want to find it, but I can barely sense Li Guanyi. This kid is very cunning. I don't know where he learned the roaming skills. He keeps drawing arcs and turning back at every turn."

"Cross the river, and then come back from another place."

"And deliberately left traces of truth and falsehood."

"Several times."

"Coupled with Old Man Xue's operation, the elite troops of the Chen State on the front line did not take action. Now the second-line troops of the Chen State who were tracking him are being walked around like dogs by him."

"As for your little granddaughter, her aura seemed to have disappeared. I thought that perhaps the little fellow who is best at escaping in the world is right next to your granddaughter."

Sword Maniac asked: "Who is it?"

Siming replied:
"She is the youngest girl to be given a title among the three sects. She was given the title of Yaoguang ten years earlier than Pojun of this generation. She is not good at martial arts, but her attainments in magic and formations are extremely high."

"Even an old man like me wouldn't be able to find her at such a distance."

"Then find Guanyi first."

"Do not……"

Siming said: "I have a hunch that the little girl will probably go to find your great-grandson soon."

"Then, it just kind of snapped off the map and went black."

"Ah, it's not that I can't do it. You know my abilities, old man. But there are always some unreasonable geniuses in every generation. If she really wants to hide, let alone me, even the girl's master and grandmaster should not think of finding her..."

"It's really not my fault!"

Jian Kuang asked, "You can't find her?"

Siming replied: "Unless she wants to be found, she can be found by someone again and again."

The sword maniac seemed to be thinking: "So, that's why you came like this, senior, neither hurried nor slow."

Siming's face froze for a moment, then he coughed and said loudly, "What do you mean by not rushing or slowing down?"

"What do you mean by not rushing or slowing down? Don't slander me!"

The sword maniac smiled carefreely and said, "As for this, I understand."

Siming said: "So you mean... do you want to go?" He hesitated, but still said: "The Eighteen Prefectures of Jiangnan are still there now, only because you are here. The battle in which you became the Grandmaster left a very deep impression on the cavalry of Chen and Ying."

"So the offensive against the Eighteen Prefectures of Jiangnan has always been in a state of restraint."

"But you also know that once you leave, the situation more than ten years ago, when the Ying State ravaged this place and the Chen State fled, will happen again. In fact, this time the Chen State will not retreat without a fight like it did back then, but will also be the invading party."

"If you leave, the Eighteen Prefectures of Jiangnan will be destroyed."

“It’s a check and balance.”

Sword Maniac Murong Longtu nodded and said, "You are right."

Siming was surprised. He didn't expect Murong Longtu to agree so directly.

Siming asked tentatively: "Then you won't go looking for them?"

Jian Kuang said: "Of course I will go."

Old Siming asked doubtfully, "What about here?"

The sword maniac stood up and said calmly:

"I want to save these two children, and I also want to protect the eighteen states in the south of the Yangtze River."

"A real man in the world never chooses."

Siming was so shocked by such a calm tone that he was speechless.

"Please wait a moment, senior. I will take a bath and change my clothes. I cannot go to see my child in this state." The sword maniac stood up, and without seeing how he moved, the sword of the Murong family disciple who was serving as a guard at the door suddenly whistled, and then flew out with the scabbard and landed in front of the sword maniac, whistling in the air. The sword maniac did not take the ninety-six mysterious weapons, but just lightly brushed the hundred-refined iron sword with his fingers.

The long sword whistled, and the scabbard and sword separated.

The sword body is clear, like a pool of autumn water; and the pattern engraved on the scabbard is a picture of Shou Lao holding peaches on the Nanshan Mountain.

Murong Longtu tapped his finger on the sword and said calmly:

"You go to Chen State."

He tapped his fingers on the scabbard:
"You go to Yingguo."

This ordinary hundred-forged iron sword whistled twice, and then instantly turned into sword light and left, one to the south, the other to the north. Murong Longtu, whose hair and beard were all white and even his nails had grown very long, stood there and said, "Senior, please wait a moment. I'm going to take a bath and change clothes."

Sima Ming just nodded.

Outside, a night watchman walked by, banging a gong.

Old Siming drank tea, and then ate some fruit. The products of the Eighteen States in the south of the Yangtze River were not poor. A warrior traveling around the world could have enough food and clothing in a small county town just by entering the country. The warriors who could come to this holy place of the martial arts world had solid wallets.

Old Siming stretched comfortably, then lay on his side and ate some snacks.

The night watchman outside walked by again and struck the gong again.

It's already past the first watch.

The sword and scabbard flew back.

The scabbard and the sword were filled with the smell of blood, and the strong fishy smell filled the entire room.

Siming's pupils contracted violently.

? ! ! !
What did the old killer do with this evil spirit? What did this sword do to him?

When he heard the footsteps, Mr. Siming felt a slight chill on his back. He suddenly jumped up and turned around.

Murong Longtu bathed and changed his clothes. He was dressed in a green shirt and had his white hair combed. He walked out. He was very tall, with clear eyes and eyebrows. The wrinkles on his face did not make him look old. His beard and hair were slightly raised. He looked at the sword and the scabbard, sheathed the sword, put it on the table, then looked at Siming and said:
"The greetings have been made."

"Senior, please come with me."

call?

What's the greeting?
What did you do, kid?

Siming looked at Murong Longtu and twitched his lips: "No, I said."

"The commanders of the two states, Chen and Ying, are they reasonable? I heard that Chen and Ying have used this place as a training ground for the past ten years. The commanders of both states are young generals of the young generation, very brave and warlike."

"Especially those with tight lips, like rocks. Even if you try to persuade them, they may go back on their word..."

Siming didn't know what he was talking about.

Murong Longtu replied: "No need to be so troublesome."

"The commanders of both sides are dead."

"He shouldn't have time to offend me within a month."

Siming's palm trembled, and Murong Longtu said: "Although I can't sense the breath of my granddaughter and great-grandson now, they will be in danger, and you should be able to sense it then..."

Siming looked at the old man and said:

"What if a month passes and both sides have new commanders?"

Murong Longtu said calmly:
"Then kill again."

The world's sword fanatic!

The corner of Siming's eye twitched. He didn't say anything. He just felt that the guys in the No. 1 Building under the Heaven would not make any mistakes except when it came to taking titles. How could such a warrior who had been so arrogant all his life obediently listen to the rules of the kings of various countries and play the game of checks and balances?
The rules of the court are checks and balances, and the rules of the temple are power and position.

The world is different.

The Jianghu is chaotic yet pure. With a sword in hand and heroic spirit in the heart, the world is big and you can go anywhere. That is the Jianghu.

Siming suddenly discovered a problem and asked, "Aren't you taking the ninety-six mysterious weapons with you?"

Sword Maniac replied:

"Xuanbing, what is it?"

Siming thought this question was ridiculous, then he suddenly realized something, and looking at the old sword maniac, he suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

"Have you forgotten your sword?"

"No."

"Get the sword, forget the sword, grass, wood, bamboo and stone can all become swords, pick up the sword again."

“I had already reached this path when I was thirty, but I was too lazy to take it.”

The sword maniac casually stretched out his hand, broke off a willow branch, put it on his waist, and said lightly:
"That's enough."

The warriors in the martial arts world gathered outside the cities of the Eighteen States in the South of the Yangtze River. Among them were knights, warriors, criminals, and spies from the Chen and Ying states. They all gathered outside the Murong family's home and saw the door of the Murong family open.

The old man with white hair was dressed in a green shirt, with only a willow branch hanging around his waist.

They all lost the ability to speak.

The grand ceremony ended ten days ago.

Ten days later.

Sword maniac, come out.

The turmoil in this world never stops.

…………

Li Guanyi sat on the ox cart, which was moving leisurely and swaying slowly. The long-haired cat nestled in his arms, feeling warm. It was midsummer, and the fourteen-year-old boy had strong yang energy. The Qilin was of the fire element, and it felt like fire when it nestled there.

The boy pushed it away, but the Kirin long-haired cat seemed to stubbornly like the feel of this area under his feet.

Come over and over again.

In the end, the young man had no choice but to let it go. He crossed his hands behind his head and lay on the straw that hid the Iron Pagoda's heavy armor. The ox cart moved slowly forward, and he lived a leisurely life. These few days were quite calm.

Although there is a sense of turbulence in the world.

But Li Guanyi finally shook off the Chen State's pursuers.

The mentality of the pursuers on the opposite side seemed to be broken by him.

That gentleman's four-crossing tactic, even if it was just the tip of the iceberg and supplemented with General Xue's skills, still made the pursuers of the Chen State's second-line army panic. They probably thought that Li Guan would turn back, but the young man sped away in that instant.

He stretched out his finger and pushed the hat.

In the past few days, he felt that there seemed to be more and more warriors in the world.

What is Jianghu?
Li Guan thought about it, but he didn't know either.

There was no reason, no rules. Even after buying a new ox cart and a new old ox to pull the cart, the boy's wallet did not become empty, but instead became fuller. There were always people giving him money, and there were fights for no reason.

Maybe this is the world of martial arts.

He arrived in a new city and needed to buy some dry food.

This place was very close to the place Yaoguang had drawn. Li Guan took a glance and found a familiar place there. He looked at it -

【Xue’s Grocery Store】

No, this logo, this emblem?

Near the border of the State of Chen, this is the shop opened by the Xue family's confidants.

Li Guanyi looked at those familiar things and felt that Mr. Xue was still pursuing him.

He thought about it and drove over.

The owner of the Xue family grocery store was idly counting on his abacus. This was already a relatively border area of ​​the Chen State with abundant resources, so the Xue family had a base here. Suddenly, there was a knocking sound, he looked up and saw a young Taoist priest.

"Oh? You are the young Taoist priest. What would you like to buy?"

"Here we have many weapons, old mountain medicines, bear paws and bear skins, ginseng and ganoderma lucidum. We have everything you want. We also have a good whisk and a brand new Taoist robe. What do you want, young Taoist priest?"

Li Guanyi used [Twelve-story Tower in Jiangnan Misty Rain] to change his face. Unless someone was very familiar with him, he would definitely not be recognized. He knew that Mr. Xue had become a powerful minister, so he wanted to say hello to Mr. Xue and tell him that he was relatively safe, but he had to be extremely cautious.

The young Taoist thought for a moment and said:
"I heard that the Xue family is recruiting heroes from all over the world and welcomes the children of various schools of thought to write letters of surrender to the Xue family. I... I want to write a letter to the Xue family."

This is the incision of the Xue family. According to different names, the importance is different. This incision belongs to the highest level. The shopkeeper was slightly startled when he saw the jade pendant on the boy's neck.

His eyes paused slightly, his expression instantly became more respectful, and he said:
"Okay, Taoist Priest..."

He paused, changed his address, and said, "Sir, wait a moment."

"I don't know where to send it?"

Li Guanyi stretched out his hand, subconsciously grasped the jade pendant on his neck, and smiled:
"Just send it to Guanyi City."

The shopkeeper became even more respectful and invited him into the inner room, bringing him paper and pen, all of which were top-quality items. Then he stepped away, not daring to look. The young man sat cross-legged and picked up the pen to write a letter. He had made many discoveries during his travels and wanted to share them with Mr. Xue.

But when I picked up the pen, I wrote subconsciously:
"My lady..."

Li Guan paused, crumpled the paper into a ball, rubbed it with his hands, and the cat on his shoulder opened its mouth and spit out fire, and the thing turned directly into green smoke. Li Guan found the white paper again and wrote:
'Frost Waves'

(End of this chapter)