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Chapter 228: The sword maniac raised his sword, ninety-seven mysterious soldiers!

At the Zhongzhou Academy, chess pieces made crisp sounds when they fell on the chessboard.

The black and white chess pieces clashed like a dragon and a tiger fighting each other, but the one holding the black chess pieces was extremely vicious and ruthless, seizing the initiative at every step, while the one holding the white chess pieces was grand and majestic, taking each step with great force and might.

"Wenhe, your chess moves have become even more ruthless."

Wen Lingjun's voice was gentle.

Wen He replied, "It's just a game of chess to win or lose."

"But didn't you say before that you were going to the imperial capital of Ying to be an official? Why didn't you leave in the past few months?"

Wen Lingjun said, "You are the same, you said you would go back to the Western Regions, but you didn't go."

Wen He held the chess piece in his hand, but he didn't really care. He said directly, "There's no need for us to pretend. After all, something big is going to happen here. The whole academy is discussing this matter. It's been almost three hundred years since we last saw the emperor's tour."

"As students of the academy, you and I have grown up hearing the legend of the Red Emperor. If we have such an opportunity, we should definitely take a look."

As he spoke, he made a move. The gentle gentleman opposite him had an extremely complicated expression on his face.

They were classmates and friends, and Wen He's words went straight to Wen Lingjun's heart.

He poked it in and stirred it without changing his expression.

Indeed, the Zhongzhou Academy is not far from the emperor's palace, and news from there is passed down layer by layer. For the students in the academy, this is the first line of defense for the world's major events.

The divine general Qilin swept across the south of the Yangtze River with the vigor of an autumn wind sweeping away a blanket.

With an army of 10,000, he defeated the coalition forces of Ying and Chen, which claimed to have an army of 100,000.

He was conferred the title of marquis at the age of sixteen.

When a series of news such as His Majesty's imperial edict and the Emperor's tour arrived here, the students who were studying the arts of various schools of thought in the academy were already excited. Their hearts were boiling with excitement and they talked about it day and night.

But soon, Emperor Ying also sent envoys to express his willingness to participate in the emperor's tour.

Following closely, Emperor Chen Dingye also sent envoys.

Thus, what was originally just an incident in which the Emperor of Zhongzhou wanted to use Li Guanyi's power to compete for power with the elders of the royal family turned into something more serious and larger in scale, something that was vaguely beyond Ji Zichang's control.

Zhongzhou is about to usher in an unprecedented event for the world - Ji Zichang, the nominal ruler of the world and heir to the blood of the Red Emperor, the mighty Emperor Ying, the cold and gloomy Emperor Chen Dingye, and Qilin, who suddenly rose to power and occupied Jiangnan and had many famous generals under his command.

We will soon meet in Zhongzhou.

This matter is of great significance to the world.

This was also a huge matter for the students of Zhongzhou Academy - these accomplished descendants of various schools of thought had already seen the signs of change in the world, and wanted to choose a wise leader to serve, achieve great things, and pass on their names to future generations.

There are already some students discussing this tour, and they are the candidates for the four lords of the world!
Among the heroes vying for the Central Plains, only the Regent who is now fighting in the Western Regions, the third most powerful general in the world who occupies the area outside the Great Wall and the warlords' melee, has never been here. The latter does not seem to be obsessed with the status of the Central Plains.

And the Regent, this old wolf is chasing time and years.

At this moment, all he had in his eyes was fighting and time.

The gathering of princes in Zhongzhou is almost similar to the glory of the Red Emperor during his heyday. However, anyone with a discerning eye can sense the sadness of the last glow and the sunset from the words "Four Lords" used in private discussions.

For Wen Lingjun, who had received the grace of the Red Emperor for generations, this was truly a sigh.

The gentle gentleman remained silent for a moment, but also made his move, and said slowly:

"Wen He, you are not the type who likes to watch the fun. The reason why you are unwilling to go to the Western Regions now is because the Regent King's attacks are becoming more and more fierce, and the situation in the Western Regions is changing rapidly. You don't know when it will collapse; and -"

"Your Majesty, Emperor Ying, Emperor Chen, and Qilin have gathered in Zhongzhou."

"It seems like a storm is brewing, but it is the safest time. After this incident, the world will surely be struck by thunder. Here, you can see things more clearly, so that it will be easier for you to make a decision on the general situation and protect yourself, right?"

Wen Lingjun directly revealed Wen He's plan.

The plain-looking young man replied, "That's right, but you made a mistake."

"I will definitely go to the Western Regions."

"The intelligence I gathered here before leaving will be the basis of my first strategy."

"The aristocratic families of the State of Chen are in chaos, but because the country is rich and the people are poor, the contradictions are not obvious."

"The civil and military sides of Ying State are fighting each other, and only with the suppression of Emperor Ying and the divine generals can there be a brief period of peace."

"When I go to their place, it's hard to have a good ending."

"As for Li Guanyi, Yuan Zhi's character is that of a willful knight-errant. Since he has joined Li Guanyi's army, then Li Guanyi and him are a good match. Unfortunately, Yuan Zhi and I have completely different styles, so Li Guanyi probably won't be willing to use me."

"I don't want to be under his command either."

"His character is too kind." The plain-looking young man smiled, "Too idealistic. Such a person is like a fire in troubled times, illuminating all directions but also attracting attacks immediately. This guy will not die well."

"If I get too close to him, I might get implicated. If this person is very lucky, he might live and I might die. It's not worth it."

Wen Lingjun said in a gentle tone: "Don't you like people like this?"

Wen He laughed and said, "No, no, no, you are wrong, Lingjun."

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate it.”

"Personally, I admire such people, but this kind of admiration is from a safe place, watching such heroes burn with passion in the darkness of troubled times. But if you want me to join, I will decline."

"If you want me to join his army, you have to beat me unconscious with a stick and tie me up!"

"But, Li Guanyi, the benevolent man of the Qilin Army, I'm afraid he wouldn't do such a thing."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Wen He laughed.

Wen Lingjun shook his head and watched the game end in a draw. He played two more games with both sides winning and losing before he got up and left the yard. When he walked out, he heard the students talking about the differences between the various forces. Wen Lingjun watched from afar and saw a fiery light in their eyes.

Wen Lingjun heard that the first choice was Emperor Ying and the second was Emperor Chen.

But the third person favored by the students was not the great emperor of Zhongzhou who had occupied a high position and ruled the world for 800 years, but Qilin of Jiangnan. So Wen Lingjun remained silent for a long time. He raised his head, looked at the world, and sighed.

Since when did Li Guanyi become a hero and lord?
He saw the list posted on the side of the gate of the Military Academy.

List of Divine Generals.

After the turmoil in the world, the list of divine generals in the world's number one building was updated again. It was delivered personally by the guest official Tu Shengyuan, and this guest official seemed to be shameless enough to stay in the academy.

It seemed like it was just to join in the fun later.

At this moment, I stayed at a famous family's place, eating and drinking for free every day.

The List of Divine Generals has a strong appeal to the students of the academy, especially those studying military strategy. Even the new list has been copied away, and there are not many people here at the moment.

Wen Lingjun walked forward and stood in front of the new list of divine generals. He swept his eyes over and took in the people who had changed.

Type: Navy/General
Name: Kou Yulie
Name: Angry Scale Dragon King
Arms: Ten thousand elite naval forces, including the Mohist's highest-level flagship [Eastern Blue Dragon], and other warships forming a fleet.

Strength: Seventh level Grandmaster, Dharma-like Jade Water Dragon
Ranking: Seventy-eight!

Power affiliation——Jiangnan Qilin Army.

This is a newcomer to the list of divine generals, and with his battle record and his experience of defeating the original famous general Zhao Guoqi, his reputation was not low when he first appeared. Ling Pingyang, who was originally ranked only 97th and barely at the bottom, also became ranked 88th due to his performance during this period.

Wen Lingjun saw another familiar name.

Type: Strategist.

Name: Yuan Zhi

Origin: Imperial Academy, Confucian School

Battle record: [Feng Hou holds the magic weapon, Eight-Gate Golden Lock], formed a battle array with more than 10,000 Qilin soldiers, and eventually defeated the armies of Chen State, Ying State, and six famous generals. He was very good at battle array and his style was speed.

Ranking: Fifty-seven!

Power Affiliation: Jiangnan·Qilin Army
Wen Lingjun could not help but remain silent for a long time. To these young people in Zhongzhou Academy, their old friends and seniors had already stepped into this world before them, stirred up the situation, and were ranked at a good position on the list of divine generals.

This kind of high-spiritedness of acquaintances is the most powerful driving force for young people. Wen Lingjun can already feel that the atmosphere of the entire academy is gradually becoming restless. The young students from various schools and factions are like wild beasts eager to try, looking at the world.

And now, after a period of time, the hero that the world is paying attention to has arrived.

At that time, I'm afraid these young people would choose their own lords and take the initiative to serve without anyone saying anything, right? And the changes in this academy and the world came from such a person -

Wen Lingjun's gaze continued to climb upwards.

After seeing the middle of the God General List, he remained silent for a long time.

Name: Li Guanyi
Type——【Princes】

Ranking of famous generals: Forty-seven
Famous generals under his command: Pang Shuiyun, Ling Pingyang, Kou Yulie, Yuan Zhi

Title: Qilin of Jiangnan, Qinwu of the world!

Wen Lingjun remained silent for a long time. He always felt that the man who ate and drank for free in the famous family gave this young general a very different title, which seemed not so rough. Perhaps his status had become that of a heroic lord, and it was different after all.

In just one short year, he jumped from eighty-three to forty-seven. The jump was incredibly large, but considering his battle record, it was also very reasonable. If he continued to fight and kill, perhaps Li Guanyi's ranking on the God General List would continue to move up.

Hearing the students discussing the great changes in the world with an excited but suppressed voice, but also with a feeling of melancholy and sighing, Wen Lingjun said: "Uncle Ji Yanzhong, when will you return? Is there still someone who can pull out the Scarlet Sky Sword in this era?"

"Where is the final destination for me, Wen Lingjun..."

…………

"Ah!"

Li Guanyi sneezed, frowned and looked up. The letter to the young lady had already been sent out. At this moment, the envoys from Jiangnan were also ready, with only 500 cavalrymen, led by Ling Pingyang who had seen big scenes. There were not many people accompanying them, except for some envoys, there were only Yaoguang and Mr. Siming.

And the blue-shirted sword maniac.

Even my aunt Murong Qiu Shui stayed in the Murong family in Jiangnan to control the situation there. Pang Shuiyun, Yuan Zhi, Yan Daiqing, Kou Yulie and others were also in Jiangnan to stabilize the situation here and train troops at the same time.

There were several options for the route to Zhongzhou, and the one finally decided by Jian Kuang was the one chosen.

First go to Ying State, and go to Yuan Zhi's hometown on the way, let Ling Pingyang personally lead the army to bring Yuan Zhi's mother and relatives back to Jiangnan, and then come back. Ling Pingyang will meet up with the envoys and go to Zhongzhou; while Li Guanyi and Jian Kuang will temporarily leave the envoy group and go to travel around the world.

Finally, the two sides will meet in Zhongzhou.

Old Master Siming was dumbfounded.

When Ling Pingyang and others went to prepare, the Green Shirt Sword Maniac told Li Guanyi the reason. The old man held a cup of tea and looked in that direction from afar, saying: "Jiang Su is over there, the Grand Master of Ying State, the world's number one general, and also a martial arts legend that you, Guanyi, don't know."

"I have roughly figured out where your poison comes from. Feixin Blood. There are not many people in Ying State who can use it. The emperor of Ying State does not like to use poison, but that old man Jiang Su does not care about anything. He uses whatever moves are useful."

"You harmed my granddaughter. Even if I can't beat you to my heart's content this time."

"But I have to draw my sword."

"I said I wanted to detoxify you."

The sword maniac in green shirt looked at Li Guanyi. He smiled gently, ruffled the young man's hair and said, "However, how can we swordsmen detoxify like others, looking for this miracle doctor or that miracle doctor? When we go to the doctor's house, we have to act like a grandson and beg him for help."

"It makes sense to ask a doctor to help detoxify, but there is another way."

"A way that doesn't require asking anyone for help."

The blue-shirted sword maniac said softly:
"Let's go directly to the Ying Kingdom Palace to ask for it."

Siming couldn't hold back a sip of tea and started coughing violently.

His face turned red from coughing.

Staring at the sword maniac over there, he felt his scalp tingling. This time, it was not the Black Turtle Dharma Image who wanted to slip away, but Old Sima Ming himself who wanted to run away. However, he was stared at by Murong Longtu, and his legs and feet were numb, so he could not run away.

Fuck, I knew it, I knew it!
Old Siming just felt his heart trembling.

How could I relax just because this old man has been in a good mood recently? Murong Longtu is a person, an old man who is about to die, and an old man who once thought he had lost all his direct blood relatives and therefore sealed off his emotions and desires.

For such an old man to meet his lost child and find it again, he was naturally very happy and felt at peace.

However, he is also a sword fanatic.

He is the madman who has been notorious for two hundred years.

Such a person, such an old fellow, when he said that he wanted to take Li Guanyi into the martial arts world to detoxify, how could he really think that he wanted to detoxify? What could he use to detoxify?

Get the antidote!

Where is the antidote?
The Ying State Palace!
Hey, Sword Maniac, can I not get involved in this matter?

Is it too late to quit now?
Siming saw a trace of astonishment on Li Guanyi's face, then saw the young man smiling and said, "Wherever Grandfather goes, Guanyi will go with you!"

So the sword maniac laughed loudly, full of enthusiasm: "Okay!"

The old sword maniac took Li Guanyi to visit Murong's house, introducing one by one the places where Li Guanyi's mother once lived. Finally, he took Li Guanyi to the place where he once practiced seclusion, where there were willow trees and a wooden sword was placed there, but he did not touch it.

The wooden sword was very rough, as if it was a whole piece of rough template carved out of stone.

Now the sword tip was against the ground, leaning against a wooden stake, surrounded by weeds, and two birds were playing on the hilt, looking peaceful. Li Guanyi asked curiously, "Is this the sword my mother used before?"

The sword maniac in green looked at the wooden sword with a gentle expression: "No, this sword is from my youth. The Murong family at that time was different from now..." The sword maniac sat down. Li Guanyi knew that the previous Murong family was a family that was wiped out just because of forging swords.

Murong Longtu stared at the wooden sword and said, "This is the first sword I made myself. My father is a gentle man. He has a high level of attainment in sword forging, and it is more pure. He forges swords but does not use them. He said that in such a chaotic world, swordsmen will die quickly, but swordsmiths are different."

"He believed that if the skills of casting Xuanbing and the power of using Xuanbing existed at the same time, it would attract hostility from the world. Therefore, he believed that it would not be wrong to weaken himself to protect the family. However, that was three hundred years ago."

"In the chaotic times when the world was divided, the power of the Red Emperor's lineage fell into the hands of others, and the aristocratic family prospered."

"Because the ministers disobeyed the king and founded their own country, the order in the martial arts world also collapsed. The rules that my father was accustomed to were broken. Our family was almost wiped out, and I was still alive..."

"When I was young, my father didn't allow me to use a forged steel sword, so he beat me up. Later, I used a sharpened stone to hammer out the marks of a sword on a piece of tree hearth that was supposed to be used as firewood, and that is how this sword became."

"I was five years old at the time. I was swinging this wooden sword that only looked like a sword, but I felt that I would definitely become the best swordsman in the world."

"Later, I slaughtered the sword sect that robbed my Murong family and took back the original sword. However, in the martial arts world, there are so many troubles and there are no rules. I killed them to take my sword, but the people I killed were my friends and brothers."

"They said I was a demon, and they wanted to kill me in revenge for their friends and brothers."

"Finally, I raised the Xuanbing and flattened all the Jianmen in Jiangnan and Zhongyuan."

"A period of sixty years... When I looked back, the way of the sword had already been lost."

"I control ninety-seven mysterious weapons."

"But since I was young, I have never held this sword again."

Murong Longtu looked at the sword like two birds preening each other's feathers. The sword did not have the slightest sharpness. He smiled, stood up and patted Li Guanyi on the shoulder. Murong Longtu told Li Guanyi about his past, and he seemed as if he had unloaded a heavy burden, and his steps were unhurried.

On the second day, Li Guanyi and others left the Jiangnan city. Ling Pingyang led 500 heavy cavalry, followed by 500 light cavalry, and there were also logistical troops following. This was the majesty that Qin Wuhou should have at this level, and they were the participating troops in the emperor's tour.

The heavy armor is solemn, the battle robes are fluttering, and the scarlet Kirin battle flag soars into the sky.

The noble families of all sizes in the city came out at this time to see them off. When Li Guanyi and others were leaving the city, they heard the sound of horse hooves coming from the city behind them. The young man tightened the reins, turned sideways, and saw the sons of the noble families riding out on their horses, all of them looking quite heroic.

Ling Pingyang raised his eyes, and there was already a hint of anger in his eyes.

They didn't care about you when you came and saw you off when you left. With such a grand ceremony and all kinds of implications, it really shouldn't be too obvious.

The lance in his hand was slightly leveled.

Among the elites of these aristocratic families, there are family generals, celebrities, and heroes. Their connections and influence are extremely terrifying, which is why it is quite difficult for Li Guanyi to deal with them. The leader bowed slightly, holding a glass of wine in his hand, and said, "The aristocratic families of Jiangnan have come to see Qin Wuhou off."

"May Qin Wuhou take care of his health."

Li Guanyi sighed.

First there was a gathering, then there was plague poisoning, and now there is a secret demonstration.

Aristocratic family, aristocratic family...

The noble families seemed to notice that this heroic young general had finally given up. They relaxed and said with a smile on their faces, "General, drink this cup, and let's put the past behind us."

This is peace talk.

But suddenly, the general stretched out his hand, pressed down the spear that Ling Pingyang had raised, and said:

"Pingyang, these are all noble families and celebrities. You are a general and you cannot make enemies with them."

The leading man smiled slightly, and suddenly saw the young man grab the bow.

With a sound of breaking air, the wine glass in his hand shattered directly, and the wine scattered all over the floor. The wine glass even tore open his palm. The bowstring in the young man's hand whistled, and he laughed:
"I am different. I am the lord. Come as you please."

"I'm too lazy to act with you guys..."

"You're not fit to drink with me."

He threw the bow in his hand to Ling Pingyang, looking at those arrogant and outstanding children of the noble families who seemed to have formed the foundation of the past thousand years. Thinking about their past actions such as plotting to surrender the city and artificially creating the plague, he spoke word by word:

"I will not forgive any of you one by one, nor will I go with you."

"Use whatever means you have. There is no need to hide them. There is no need to use any secret means to hope to gain some so-called status. You have been testing for so long, inserting people into the Qilin Army, and so on. If you want my answer, well, I will give it to you."

The young general turned his horse's head in front of the Qilin Army and said:

"roll!"

The noble families had not expected that this general would suddenly become so stubborn. This was incompatible with their plan to slowly use a soft knife approach. The soldiers of the Qilin Army pressed their weapons heavily against the ground, with murderous intent, and shouted in unison: "Get lost!!"

Then everyone was shocked.

The blue-shirted sword maniac finally laughed and said to Siming, "It's my child."

He looked at the younger generation that had grown up and laughed heartily: "Come on!"

The sound of the sword suddenly became louder.

In the Jiangnan provincial capital, the sword energy of the Murong family rose into the sky. One after another, the mysterious weapons shot up into the sky, which was a pillar of sword energy and light. It was cold and domineering, as vast as the sea, covering the entire provincial capital. Then it broke through the air and passed directly by the people of the family. The sword energy was cold, which made their bodies stiff and they dared not move at all.

Li Guanyi looked at the sword energy rising into the sky and the shining light, and took out the Autumn Water Sword from his waist.

The Qiu Shui Sword whistled and flew into the sword that stirred the sky and eclipsed the surrounding furnace and wild swords like a fish entering the sea.

Murong Longtu stretched out his hand, took off the willow branch from his waist and threw it away.

He put down the willow branch and the realm of swordsmanship.

Then he picked up the sword again.

Famous swords floated between heaven and earth, eclipsing everything else.

On this day, the sword maniac was in his twilight years and returned to the martial arts world.

Hand-held mysterious weapon——

Ninety-seven!

(End of this chapter)