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Chapter 237: Planning for one's own life, planning for the world, divine sword, divine general
The news that Murong Longtu was inviting others to fight in the martial arts world quickly spread throughout the world.

The day the sword maniac left, a storm had already been stirred up, and martial artists from all factions and sects were all moved along with it. Even many swordsmen who had been living in seclusion emerged from their places of seclusion. The clouds moved in all directions, rushing to the academy.

You must go and see this grand event for warriors from ancient times to the present day.

The No.1 Building in the World used blue steel jade, a material that can be used to cast mysterious and magical weapons, to make a stele, and placed it outside the door of the No.1 Building in the World. Only warriors who can leave a mark on this blue steel jade are qualified to enter the palace and observe from a close distance.

This requires martial arts skills that can destroy Xuanbing-level weapons.

As a result, the enthusiasm cooled down a little, but even so, these swordsmen and warriors all rushed to the Zhongzhou territory. Even if they couldn't watch from a close distance, they wanted to see the fierce sword intent and sword energy.

For these martial artists and rangers.

If you encounter such an opportunity and don't go.

Even if he was eighty years old and lying in bed, he would bang the bed in anger, sit up, slap himself and curse.

In the past three hundred years, Zhongzhou has never been so noisy and lively.

The heroes and overlords of the world are coming, and the emperor is on a tour.

The masters and legends of the martial arts world are coming here, inviting them to the martial arts world with swords.

The students in the academy are waiting for all this to happen, and the warriors in the martial arts world are about to flock in. It is rare to see such harmony between the civil and martial arts.

In the past few days, the gate of the city where the Zhongzhou Academy is located has been crowded with people.

The newly opened Changfeng Tower is making huge profits.

There were people from the Western Regions, wielding long swords, swordsmen from the Middle Earth, Buddhists, and Taoists. It was extremely lively. If the owner of the No. 1 Building in the World had not directly brought out the materials for the mysterious and magical weapons as a test, these ordinary warriors would have definitely used all their skills and ran to the nearest distance to watch this battle.

A master-level warrior can manifest his Dharma image and stir up the vital energy with every move he makes, which is enough to shatter mountains and cut rivers, and permanently change the geographical environment of an area. Ordinary warriors would have to risk their lives even if they just watch, let alone fight against a master-level warrior.

But this group of warriors are definitely capable of doing such a thing.

die?
joke!

It would be worth dying to be able to witness such a battle between a legend and a master.

The only worry is whether those high and mighty masters and legends will accept the challenge.

This worry was dispelled on the second day.

Three cracks appeared on the green jade stele placed outside the No. 1 Building in the World.

One is the word "Tao" which means calmness.

One is the trace of the spear left by the soldier.

At the highest point, on this divine weapon-level material, grew a winter plum blossom, which only appears in winter, blooming in the scorching summer.

Dao Zong, the God of War, and Changsheng have come upon invitation.

Even though they are from various schools of thought, they are also warriors. All warriors have some hostility. Even if they are masters, they also have some pride. On the second day, ten marks of the master level appeared on the green jade stele.

On the third day, there were more than thirty.

The number of people far exceeded the number invited by the sword maniac. All the hidden warriors in the martial arts world came here to witness or participate in this battle that was destined to go down in the world. Some students were worried that with so many people coming here, many of them came from various forces, sects, both good and evil, which might disrupt the order of the academy and affect the literary atmosphere of the academy.

Gongyang Suwang in the academy laughed loudly, but said: "The academy is a place for learning. Learning literature and martial arts are both the right way. Besides--"

The contemporary Gongyang Su Wang sighed, looked around and smiled, calmly saying, "We must let the younger generations know our style."

"Have friends come from afar."

"Murong Longtu, come here!"

"Jianghu, come on!"

On that day, all six gates of the academy were opened.

Taoism is the innate, Confucianism is the master.

The North Pole in the sky, the living Buddha in the Middle Earth.

The weapons of the Mohist masters were all inserted into the road in front of the Liudao Palace Gate. Their arrogance was overwhelming, and the entire academy and Zhongzhou seemed to be filled with the joy of war and the martial arts world. Suddenly, many swordsmen in green shirts appeared among the people walking around the world.

The eight hundred years of joy in the martial arts world had reached its peak. It was already widely rumored that this would be the biggest event in the entire martial arts world. However, in the south of the Yangtze River, at the Murong family, Murong Qiu Shui, who stayed there, sat quietly for a long time after hearing the news.

Murong Qiu Shui's piano music was chaotic.

"Grandpa is leaving."

The woman, who was famous for her musical sound when she was young, whispered that she felt unspeakable sadness in her heart. She pressed her hands on the strings of the zither, but for a moment she could not pluck the strings or make any sound. She knew Murong Longtu.

Some men come into this world not to survive.

In this life, they are waiting for how to die.

Death is not the end.

Murong Qiu Shui held the zither, her heart was in turmoil. While the world admired and waited for the battle, praising this sword maniac, Murong Qiu Shui only felt sad. To her, the sword maniac, the only god of swordsmanship, was still the grandfather who carried her on his back and strolled around the south of the Yangtze River picking flowers in spring.

But she also knew clearly what kind of person Murong Longtu was. He longed for family affection, but family affection was not everything to him.

Murong Qiu Shui paced in the Murong family's house and finally stopped in the yard. Standing at the door, she was suddenly dazed. She thought of when she was a child, the green-shirted swordsman let her sit on his shoulders and play with him like an ordinary old man taking a child.

At that time, Murong Longtu was still tall and had a gentle smile. He was not the arrogant and overbearing swordsman as described in the legend. He would hold a doll in the hand that held the sword and play with his granddaughter and great-granddaughter.

I would buy candied haws with a smile, and go fishing to watch the ripples on the water.

He would watch the two children playing, and then play the zither. His music was melodious and gentle, not as domineering as a sword. No matter what tune Murong Qiu Shui said, he could expand it into a song. He was good at small paintings, and then folded the paintings into boats and let them float down the stream.

The boats are scattered in the water, but the ink on the paper is smudged, and the charm of the painting does not dissipate. Instead, there is a feeling of misty cloud. At that time, many literati squatted downstream and stretched out their hands to fish for boats for painting. It was a beautiful thing in the Jiangnan area.

Murong Qiu Shui stood in front of the yard for a long time and then slowly walked in.

In midsummer, the temperature is quite high but humid. The lotus flowers in the lotus pond are in full bloom, the willow trees are shady, and the cicadas are tired and too lazy to call. They just shout from time to time, which is annoying.

Murong Qiu Shui picked up a stone and threw it at the cicada, which fell to the ground with a clang.

After Old Siming solved her Dharma image problem, she felt much more relaxed. Her soul recovered to the fifth level and could move freely. She had never practiced martial arts, but her accuracy was pretty good.

Murong Qiushui patted the dust off his palms and said with a little pride:

"Stop making noise!"

She was not a weak person who would feel sad about the passing of time. Thinking of the old man and the young at this moment, she was just annoyed that the two of them went to Zhongzhou without taking her with them. As she walked over, she noticed the wooden sword under the old tree.

Two hundred years ago, Murong Longtu wanted to learn sword, but was reprimanded by the then head of the Murong family. He was whipped dozens of times on his back with thin bamboo sticks as a punishment. Murong Longtu was unwilling to accept this and he would not touch any sword or sharp weapon.

The sword was made by hammering out the wood core that was originally used as firewood with a large stone. The old man had shown Li Guanyi the sword before. The old man said that when he was young, he held the wooden sword that he had hammered out, and he felt that he was the best swordsman in the world.

But later, due to blood feuds and family hatreds, he roamed the world with a sword that could kill people.

Take back the mysterious weapons forged by your own family.

He challenged many heroes with his sword and flattened all the sword sects in the world. Finally, he could control ninety-seven mysterious weapons and travel across the world. He was invincible. But if you think about it carefully, for more than two hundred years, except for the time when he held this sword at the age of five, he had never held this roughest and ordinary wooden sword again, which made the young child feel that he was the best in the world.

The sword is still on the tree stump.

It is made of wood, and the worst and inferior kind.

Precious woods would be made into exquisite utensils for the nobles; medium-quality woods would be used to make beads and given to aristocratic families and Buddhists; straight large woods would become pillars of palaces, and strong ordinary woods would become beams of houses.

The worst common wood, the ones that were twisted and useless, were cut down and used as firewood.

This is a piece of wood core that is used as firewood. It is not a good thing. Merchants, craftsmen, and woodcutters all do not think highly of it.

After two hundred years of wind and rain, it has sprouted.

There were even birds that stood on the hilt of the wooden sword, lowered their heads, and caught insects among the old wood.

Go get get, go get get.

This sword is neither made of natural materials nor has it been tempered. If it were not for Murong Longtu, this rough wooden sword would not be worthy of being placed here. Murong Qiushui was a little worried about Murong Longtu when he heard that Murong Longtu had returned the sword to the martial arts world.

That day, I went to the No. 1 Tower in the World with only fifty-five mysterious weapons.

Others said that Murong Longtu no longer needed to use the mysterious weapon, but the realm and combat power were different. Murong Qiu Shui knew that even if a swordsman had long since broken through the constraints and was not bound by the stereotypes, his combat power would be even stronger if he had a sharp magic weapon in his hand.

Challenge the four legends, six palace masters, and ten masters.

What should I do if I don’t have a suitable weapon?
Murong Qiu Shui sighed, her eyes swept over the ordinary wooden sword, not finding anything different, and turned away, wanting to find some weapons and swords, but the Murong family could only cast black weapons.

The wind blew past, and the tree behind the wooden sword swayed slightly, and a leaf fell.

The leaf was large and soft, and fell perfectly on the wooden sword.

It has been two hundred years, and the wooden sword, which is essentially just a piece of firewood, has not changed at all.

The fallen leaf naturally split in the middle and fell to both sides.

A faint sword sound rose from the sword.

The bird was still catching insects to eat, without any harm. The wind blew by, everything was natural, and the sword was included in it.

How to forge a magic weapon?
Why is it called [God]?

How to communicate with spirits?

………………

The letter of recommendation written by Master Mo to Li Guanyi was transmitted by an eagle to the newly built Changfeng Tower in Zhongzhou. Although it was the center of the world, the royal families in the court valued the benefits that Changfeng Tower could provide to them more, so the letter was issued smoothly.

When the letter was delivered, the descendant of the Red Emperor, Ji Zichang, was personally examining the talents of the students. It was widely rumored in the academy that many powerful leaders had arrived here and that real men should display their ambitions and make great achievements. How could Ji Zichang not know this?

He did not choose to shut these students up directly.

Nor did they say that the students who spread the rumor would be arrested and executed.

Instead, he chose to seize the opportunity and come here in person when the news spread. He set questions for many students to demonstrate their talents. Such sincerity naturally won the favor of many students.

Ji Zichang naturally took a fancy to those famous students in the academy.

Feng Xiao, Wen Lingjun and Zhou Pinglu naturally displayed their talents.

Only Wen He's answer made Ji Zichang's eyes twitch wildly——

"Ok?"

"Um???"

Ji Zichang looked at Wen He, a young man with ordinary looks. The question he asked was, Zhongzhou is facing such a change, and with so many talented people in civil and military affairs gathered here, how should it be solved, and what clever ideas are there to bring peace to the world.

Wen He replied: "All the martial artists in the Jianghu are here. Why not send down the most powerful poison in the world, advance with heavy armor and iron soldiers, and sweep the Jianghu in one fell swoop and trample the Jianghu."

"If the power of Jianghu warriors is greatly weakened, the world will be much more stable than before. Jianghu warriors, relying on their martial arts, will break the law. The laws of the country regard killing as a great evil. In Jianghu, knights are respected and respected by the people." "Such people have gained fame in the world, but they want to violate the king's laws. If so, the king's laws are not clear, and the majesty of the family and the country is gone. The Jianghu warriors should be killed to rectify the world and the family and the country."

Ji Zichang's eyes twitched as he read Wen He's plan.

Poisoning, instigation, and the army's crossbows and arrows were launched in waves.

This thing is so cruel.

This martial arts event should be turned into a martial arts festival. Although Ji Zichang felt that what he said about the martial arts world was a big problem was right, this strategy was too vicious. If they failed to catch them all in one fell swoop, I am afraid that the warriors who came to assassinate him would continue endlessly.

No, no.

"This person has a keen eye, but his actions are too vicious. He cannot be used."

"But we can't kill him. If we kill him, it will inevitably harm the reputation of the wise man."

Finally, Ji Zichang's mouth twitched and he came to a conclusion:
"Keep it up."

Wen He then left calmly. Everyone was puzzled, except Wen Lingjun who saw Wen He's choice and sighed, "This is a vicious plan to make His Majesty not use you, but not kill you. Wen He is a man of great talent, why is he only good at planning for himself? And not for the country?"

Wen He had no expression on his face and said calmly: "I am such a man."

Hold Wen Lingjun back.

Wen He said calmly, "The princes have gathered together, and the world has changed drastically. Your Majesty Ji Zichang has no place and no one, and only the name of orthodoxy. It will definitely not end well. If you follow him, I'm afraid you will be covered in blood. Lingjun, you have to consider your retreat."

Wen Lingjun remained silent for a long time and could only sigh.

Wen He's extremely vicious plan actually pulled him out of the whirlpool and saved himself.

Some farm boys were driven out. Xu Tiange was unwilling to accept this. He held a handful of grain and complained. He returned to his place, picked up his hoe and started to work on the land. He gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you listen to us?"

"When the people have land to farm, food to eat, and money to drink, their hearts can be at peace; when people's hearts are at peace, there will be less chaos in society, and the morality of the people will be better guided; when soldiers know that they have land and food, they will be more effective in fighting."

"Where did I go wrong?!"

"Damn it, Emperor, I'll have you farmed sooner or later!"

Old farmer Xu Tiange cursed.

"Oh... That's because the current Zhongzhou is not very large. Although His Majesty Ji Zichang has some courage, he has seen the great spirit of Emperor Ying and the bravery of Jiangnan Qilin. How can he have the time to wait for you to slowly produce results?"

Xu Tiange looked over when he heard the laughter. Wen He, who had a simple appearance, picked up the wine and said, "I got it from Wen Lingjun. Do you want to drink it?"

Xu Tiange gave the highest treatment to the Agricultural School.

He personally picked various vegetables and cooked some dishes, then rolled up his sleeves and ate together in the field, saying, "Wenhe, tell me, why is His Majesty unwilling to be patient? The more times have come, the more you need to be patient."

"I offered a strategy. It said that only when there are fields and food behind them can the soldiers feel confident. Only when there is a good harvest behind them can the soldiers' morale be strong. Soldiers and troops can protect the farmland, and land and harvest can maintain the soldiers' and troops' state of mind."

"Only when there is more food can the people live well. When the people live well and the country is stable, there will be more soldiers and the army will become stronger. When the army is strong, it can protect more land. When there is more land, more crops can be grown."

"But, your Majesty said——"

Xu Tiange took a sip of liquor and said:

"Your Majesty, how can farming and war go together?"

Wen He said gently, "Yes, I agree with you. Only when the people's lives are good enough can we attract the hearts of the people. When the people can recuperate and live a happy life, their morale will exceed the limit when their land is invaded."

“Everyone in the world uses weapons to conquer and plunder land, but they don’t know how precious people’s hearts are.”

"If there is such a person, who can entertain the officials and soldiers, comfort the people, and make them live in peace and contentment, then the whole world will be subdued without much effort."

Xu Tiange was drunk and couldn't help but say, "I knew Wen He understood me."

"Wen He, you are truly a gentle and kind gentleman!"

"What a nice guy!"

"Who among the princes of the world can take on this?"

Wen He said: "Li Guanyi, the Qilin of Jiangnan, can do it."

"The Chen and Ying countries in the world are both blocked by the aristocratic families. The so-called persuasion of agriculture is just to hope that the people can work harder, and it would be best if they could farm the land for twelve hours every day. Li Guanyi's policies and strategies seem to be consistent with yours."

"All the students in the world are waiting for Qilin, Yingguo, and Chenguo to come."

"But if you follow the crowd, you will inevitably fall into clichés."

"The only thing that can be done is to help someone in need. Why don't you go earlier? Take your things to Jiangnan and promote them before the second rice seed is planted."

Xu Tiange was drunk and was persuaded directly. He said, "Okay!"

"If I can't stay here, I'll find another place to stay."

"The Zhongzhou royal family won't let me farm, so sooner or later I'll plant them in the ground!"

Wen He smiled gently and said, "Don't say that casually."

Xu Tiange laughed: "You are a good person, I am just telling you this!" Wen Henai helped Xu Tiange prepare and gave him several strategies. He said:
"When you go find Li Guanyi, tell him about the four strategies."

"First, he is willing to popularize the farming skills of the agricultural school to the people. With his character, he will definitely support it strongly, so the rice yield in the second season of this year will definitely increase a lot."

"Second, it is recommended that the Qilin Army organize manpower to standardize measurement units, unify scales, level measuring instruments, and correct irrigation tools in the two months of mid-spring and mid-autumn every year to ensure the measurement of agricultural output."

"Third, use the power of the Qilin Army to control the scope of commerce and set new rules to prevent the children of the noble families from disrupting agriculture."

"Fourth, the system of government soldiers is based on the same origin of farming and fighting. I hope the general will rest and recuperate."

Xu Tiange followed Wen He's strategies one by one.

Then I found the letter from Li Guanyi, and I was even more ecstatic.

Oh shit, give me the ground!
What the hell, give it back to people?!
Xu Tiange only has a small yard here in the academy to try farming. Wouldn't he be able to grow anything wherever he goes? Haha, it would be great if he could have a dozen acres of land to try.

Xu Tiange sorts his seeds.

"Take something that can grow large mutant rhizomes, is edible, and is not picky about where to grow it!"

"Take the rice that can be harvested three times a year!"

"Take the food that won't fall over!"

"If bugs eat this, they'll die. Take it with you!"

He carried everything he had in a package, and finally put a copy of "Twenty Chapters of Shennong" in his arms. Xu Tiange from the Agricultural School seduced a group of his fellow disciples and put their seeds on a mere cart.

There are various styles from disease resistance to poison resistance.

Just left here so casually.

But at this moment, Ji Zichang was listening intently to the strategist's plan to conquer the world.

Wen Lingjun looked at Wen He and shook his head: "What are you doing?"

Wen He said calmly, "I'm planning for my future."

Wen Lingjun frowned.

Wen He said calmly: "At this moment, Yuan Zhi and Xiao Zhi are both under Li Guanyi's command. With their misunderstanding of me, Li Guanyi might kill me with a single blow. To prevent this from happening, Xu Tiange is needed."

"Xu Tiange is generous and can't hide his words, which makes my reputation known to Li Guanyi."

"Moreover, Xu Tiange's agricultural skills are very useful to Li Guanyi at this moment. If Li Guanyi kills me, it will cause the agricultural school to become disunited. A person like him will not kill me even if it is to protect Xu Tiange."

Wen Lingjun remained silent for a long time, then said, "Yuan Zhi doesn't want to kill you."

Wen He was surprised and asked, "Really?"

He swept his clothes and said, "If I knew there was someone like me on the other side."

"I can't sleep if I don't kill him."

Wen Lingjun opened his mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Wen He, on the other hand, became carefree and said calmly: "A gentleman knows himself, so he can protect himself; a gentleman knows the world, so he can protect the country. It is true that I hope Xu Tiange can save my life, but it is also true that I hope Li Guanyi can live and coexist with the people."

"Only in a peaceful era can people like you and me have a good ending. Otherwise, as long as there is still ambition in one's heart, you and I will be implicated. Even if the world is unified, if the people's hearts are not settled, people like you and I will be killed because of the possibility of stirring up chaos."

Wen Lingjun shook his head helplessly.

"Wenhe, what are you talking about..."

A young man with a plain face walked past Wen Lingjun and said in a dull tone:
"If everyone in the world could plan for their own safety and not harm their own life, the world would be peaceful."

Wen Lingjun suddenly fell silent.

The academy, the martial arts world, and the civil and martial arts worlds have all changed. A great master has emerged, and the two schools of farming and Mohism are almost ready to abandon the academy and enter the world. However, on this day, when Li Guanyi practiced martial arts, he felt a little confused.

Ever since that day when he broke through the realm from the second level to the fifth level, the bronze tripod has been vibrating all the time, as if it was extremely eager to absorb strength, and it keeps humming.

However, the bronze tripod didn't even look at Ling Pingyang, who was at the peak of the fifth level.

However, Jian Kuang, Sima Ming and Bronze Ding were obedient and did not move. When Li Guan was puzzled, Ying State finally sent the big ship over, and Qilin Army was ready to board the ship to go to Zhongzhou.

Ling Pingyang went inside to report, saying, "My lord, there are guests coming."

Li Guanyi:
"It must be Jiang Gao, right? As the crown prince of Ying State, he must see us off at this moment."

Ling Pingyang paused and said, "There is another person."

"The contemporary Grand Marshal of Ying State."

"Yes, he is the eldest son-in-law of Xue Daoyong of the Xue family."

Li Guan was stunned, thinking of the gossip that Zhao Dabing had said. One of Elder Xue's two daughters became the Queen of Chen State, and the other seemed to have traveled around the martial arts world when she was young and met a general from Ying State. Li Guan said, "Please let someone in."

After a while, laughter could be heard: "I've heard my wife talk about this many times, but now I finally have the chance to see you. Hahahaha, Qin Wu Hou, we've known each other for a long time!"

A man wearing armor, who looked to be only thirty years old, smiled and bowed.

He has sharp eyebrows, hair tied up with a jade hairpin, a handsome face, and beside him is a flaming beast. He looks very majestic. He is the general who met Xue Daoyong's eldest daughter in the martial arts world, got along well with her and finally got married.

Ranked eighteenth on the list of the world's most powerful generals.

Qin Yulong.

The state of the master.

At this moment, Li Guanyi's bronze tripod suddenly whistled.

Start to actively absorb the aura emitted by this grandmaster-level general!

Jade liquid, accumulation!
(End of this chapter)