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Chapter 257: Appointment with the Ancient Red Dragon

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The huge ancient red dragon stared at the sword that the swordsman was talking about. It was a branch with green leaves on it. Perhaps only a child would mistake it for a sword, but in the hands of the old man in front of him, this branch was an unparalleled sword.

Just one day ago, the white-haired swordsman found this place and blocked his way.

The ancient red dragon swam slowly in the void and commented:
"The sword is unmatched."

"No swordsman from ancient times to the present has ever surpassed you."

Murong Longtu just picked up the branch casually.

The green robe was already stained with blood. Murong Longtu had been fighting with the ancient red dragon for a whole day and was seriously injured. However, the extremely hard scales on the ancient red dragon's body also showed signs of breaking, and the golden blood of the dragon dripped into the sky.

It flows and changes slowly, like a golden dream.

The medicinal herbs stained with the dragon's blood transformed, grew golden lines, and emitted an aura that was extremely attractive to strange beasts. This was the Taoist medicine known as [Emperor's Juice].

[On the night of Gengshen, there is a stream of the Emperor in the moonlight. It is shaped like countless olives, with thousands of golden threads woven together and hanging down to the human world. Plants and trees absorb its essence and become spiritual.]

This was the second time the ancient red dragon appeared in thousands of years, and it was the second time it was injured.

Murong Longtu said: "Unfortunately, you don't seem to be in your prime."

The ancient red dragon stared at the distant place and felt that the human's breath had disappeared. He did not answer Murong Longtu's words, but just said: "The eight hundred years of agreement has come to an end. What a pity, what a pity..."

Murong Longtu asked, "Eight hundred years of agreement, will you keep him alive?"

The Ancient Red Dragon said, "It is just an agreement with an old friend. However, the eight hundred years of agreement is terminated. Are the swordsmen of the human race ready to accept my response?"

The red dragon's golden-red vertical pupils opened. He was huge and powerful. His breath turned into clouds and his voice was like thunder. The clouds dissipated and covered the entire sky. He was called a god in ancient times, but now he was angry again.

Murong Longtu's white hair was flying as he looked at the branch in his hand.

The sword maniac put his left hand behind his back, raised his right hand with the sword in his hand, and said with a smile:
"The Lord of the Red Flame, the Candle Dragon Swallowing the Sun."

"I never thought that one day my sword would be able to fight against the myths I heard when I was a child."

The Ancient Red Dragon said slowly, "That was just a title given to me by someone six thousand years ago. With your current realm, if you appeared in that era, you would also be revered as the God of Swords."

“That is the history I have experienced, but it has become blurred with the passage of time.”

“People in history have lost their original colors and are praised as gods by people in later generations.”

He was silent for a moment, and said, "What a pity, you could have lived longer."

Murong Longtu was calm and collected: "What a joke!"

"I am a swordsman."

"To live on in vain, until the day comes when you can no longer hold the sword, struggling to live, how miserable it is, there is no point in living like that, the essence of the sword is to strike out with the sword at the peak moment, and your life is in it."

"Come on, Ancient Red Dragon, let me see the power of the mythological era."

"You have lived for eight thousand years. I am afraid that my life is only a short moment to you. However, this short moment of Murong Longtu will be engraved in your mind until your death. For another eight thousand years, when the life span of the dragon is about to end, you will think of me."

The ancient red dragon gazed upon the heroes of humanity.

Red Emperor, Overlord, Chen Wu, Dao Zong.

The heroes of the world are indeed as numerous as the endless rays of light.

When He spoke, He exhaled clouds and rays of light, and said slowly:

"I am looking forward."

Just as the two were about to fight, there were suddenly waves of panicked shouting: "Slow down, slow down, what the hell are you two doing?!"

"Help, help!!!"

The ancient red dragon paused slightly.

Murong Longtu stopped his sword.

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The two beings standing at the top of the divine beast and the limit of the human swordsman turned their heads at the same time and saw that in this secret realm, there seemed to be wild beasts rioting. Countless strange beasts seemed to have red eyes and were running wildly to chase a figure.

The figure was sitting on the back of a black tortoise, which was running for its life.

The old man on the back of the black turtle sat cross-legged, holding the black turtle's neck tightly with both hands, and cursed loudly: "That old guy Si Wei, there is indeed something wrong with the formation plate that this old guy gave me, I'm going to fuck him."

"Where the hell did this old guy's formation take me?"

"That's not right. Why can't I control this kid's energy?"

"Were you tied up?!"

When Siming, with messy hair, saw the ancient red dragon and Murong Longtu, his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and then he shouted:

"Chilong, Longtu boy, help me!"

"Don't just stand by and watch someone die!"

The ancient red dragon roared in a low voice, and all the strange beasts in this secret realm were frightened and terrified. They crawled on the ground and trembled. The black tortoise spun around and threw Sima Ming away.

Old Siming staggered, sat down on the ground, and gasped heavily.

His face was covered in sweat, and he was still in shock: "Damn it, I was scared to death."

The ancient red dragon asked: "Si Ming, why are you here?"

Siming took a breath and said, "I came to stop the fight between you two. Besides, you didn't break the agreement with your old friend." Old Siming smiled and spread his hands, "Zhang Ziyong, the one who lives on with the name of Ji Chengfeng."

"He is dead, and he is not dead."

"Feel it."

The ancient red dragon remained silent, vaguely feeling that in a place extremely far away from here, there was still a trace of life, but that was no longer a person, but just a part of a [living] body.

In this secret realm, the spirit is abundant, the clouds are rolling, above the sky is an incomparably huge, hovering ancient dragon, on the cliff is a fierce swordsman in green, and the white-haired leader of the Yin-Yang family is smiling cunningly.

He was old, with wrinkles all over his face, but his eyes were as clear as ever. He said, "So, it's not a breach of contract."

"Isn't it?"

This was the verdict given by the peerless master of the Yin-Yang family, and it also took advantage of a loophole. The Ancient Red Dragon was silent for a long time and said, "You are right, this battle should not continue." So Murong Longtu also retracted his sword and said:
"Senior Siming, you always come at the right time."

Murong Longtu asked: "However, what exactly is the so-called eight hundred year agreement?"

The ancient red dragon replied: "It's just a thing of the past."

"That was the last time I met that old friend. We agreed on a chance to fight with the Scarlet Sky Sword. The Scarlet Sky Sword has fallen into the human world, and the Dragon Essence was shattered by the Scarlet Sky Sword. The words of the old friend in the past are scattered."

"It should have originally belonged to Ji Chengfeng."

"Holding the Scarlet Sky Sword and Dragon Essence at the same time, let me take action for this person who has been ordered to do so."

"And now, although I have not fulfilled my promise, it is not considered a breach of contract."

Murong Longtu said: "I see."

Although he loved fighting and swordsmanship, he was not a madman who didn't care about anything else but fighting. So he restrained his sword intention and said, "In this case, then I don't need to fight with you. I have exercised some muscles today, so I can say I have had enough fun."

Then he said, "However, I will have a battle in the academy someday. Zhang Ziyong is dead. Are you willing to come to my last battle, Ancient Red Dragon?"

The ancient red dragon said: "Go and fight with you."

Murong Longtu replied: "No."

"I just hope I can make a promise with you, too."

He loosened his hand casually, and in his hand, a branch that had been used by the world's number one swordsman to pierce the dragon's scales swirled and fell to the ground, with roots faintly growing. Murong Longtu said, "My life span will not be too long, but you can live."

"You can still live for another thousand years, or two thousand years."

"I want you to come and watch the game."

"Two thousand years later, three thousand years later, or even eight thousand years later, when you are about to die, can you recall whether there is anyone in this vast world whose sword energy and sword art can rival Murong Longtu's?"

The sword maniac in green shirt stretched out his right hand, with a calm demeanor:

"At that time, under the Yellow Springs, I will be waiting for your observations."

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The battle with Zhang Ziyong resulted in the complete change of the terrain within a radius of dozens of miles. After Zhang Ziyong's death, his terrifying vitality fed back to all living things in the world. This is the so-called return to the ruins, where all things grew and spiritual energy burst forth.

After Yuwen Lie left, Li Guanyi and others naturally returned to the Gongsun family.

For some unknown reason, the adopted elder brother that Li Guanyi had acknowledged seemed to have encountered great terror, and his mind seemed to have collapsed. He ran away wildly, and no one knew where he went. He did not come back for the entire day. During this day and more, the Gongsun family counted their losses.

"I'm afraid I can't stay here any longer."

Gongsun Wu Yue said to Li Guanyi with a wry smile.

The entire Gongsun family was originally built against the mountains. The outer part was a courtyard with northern and southern styles, and the upper part was similar to a northern fortress, which could be attacked or defended. After this war, the Gongsun family was left with only a lobby.

If it weren't for the protection of whale fishermen, not even this much would be left.

Gongsun Wu Yue felt somewhat depressed and regretful as his ancestral land that he had owned for hundreds of years was lost in one day.

There are a few more strands of white hair in the past few days.

Li Guanyi did not take advantage of the situation to invite the Gongsun family to Jiangnan. It was Gongsun Wuyue who found Li Guanyi and took the initiative to say, "After this incident, the Gongsun family will not be able to stay in the Central Plains."

"The Jianghu families also have their own spheres of influence."

"This area has become a paradise because of Zhang Ziyong's death. It will definitely be controlled by Ying State. If we go to other places, we will conflict with other Jianghu families."

"Even if they are allies, they can't avoid being dependent on others in this situation."

"As time goes on, the Gongsun family will inevitably be swallowed up."

Gongsun Wuyue thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, is there still room in your Jiangnan area that can accommodate the entire Gongsun family and Piaomiao Pavilion?"

Li Guanyi thought for a moment and said:
"In this case, won't the Gongsun family attract hostility from the Ying Kingdom?"

Gongsun Wuyue shook his head and said, "After you pulled out the Scarlet Sky Sword, it has become difficult for the Gongsun family to escape from this vortex. If we don't take advantage of the battle with Zhang Ziyong and leave in the chaos, we won't be able to leave anymore."

Gongsun Wu Yue showed the heroism and determination of a leader of a Jianghu family, and said directly:

"Since you've decided to leave, do it thoroughly."

"If you look ahead and behind, and want this and that, you will end up with nothing left!"

"Don't say anything. The head of the Gongsun family is negotiating with Qin Wuhou of Jiangnan. So, do you want it?"

Li Guan gritted his teeth and said:

"Okay, then I'll write a letter and give it to you, Master's Wife!" Li Guan thought of Yan Daiqing's anger, and his mouth curled up. As the lord, he felt inexplicably cowardly at this moment. He said, "After you go, contact Yan... No, contact Pang Shuiyun, Master Pang."

So, on this day, after the first "challenge" of Yan Daiqing's bottom line.

The young Qin Wuhou made another stroke of his pen.

Although I was a little timid, I still wrote the letter without hesitation.

This time, it’s not about bringing back thirty craftsmen.

But an entire family of Jianghu.

The Gongsun family will move to Jiangnan and join the Qilin Army as a Jianghu force and the main force of its research. Please ask Yan Daiqing to handle all matters conveniently.

After this letter was sent to Jiangnan, the Jiangnan Prefecture Prime Minister Yan Daiqingzhishang made perfect preparations to receive this group of mechanical engineers, and all the procedures and internal affairs were handled without any mistakes.

I just heard that someone heard the sound of fists hitting a scarecrow in the governor's house in the middle of the night, as well as the sound of gnashing teeth, and the faint resentment seemed to be turning into substance:

"Li! Guan! Yi!!!"

A counselor from the Gongyang clan named Xiao Zhi passed by the corner.

Praise, sigh, marvel, and say, "That's it."

"I am not as good as you!"

After a pause, he praised again: "Only Wenhe can be compared with him."

The Gongsun family began to take advantage of the chaos here and headed to Jiangnan in batches. It was impossible for all of them to leave here, and a considerable number of them would inevitably be intercepted by the Ying State, but any batch that could enter Jiangnan was welcome.

When Qu Zaishi's arms recovered, the first thing the sixth-ranked Grandmaster in the world did after waking up was to ask, "Where is Ji Chengfeng?!"

Li Guanyi replied: "Ji Chengfeng's real name is Zhang Ziyong, and he has been killed."

Qu Zaishi said coldly: "Good death!"

However, he saw that his arms had grown out, but his martial arts skills had been wasted. He rejected the Gongsun family's suggestion that he should recuperate here, and returned to the martial arts world with a knife and a sword on his back.

When going down the mountain, Qu Zaishi looked at Li Guanyi and said:

"Li Guanyi?"

He said bluntly: "During the Chen Kingdom's grand sacrifice, I promised Chen Dingye to attack you, but was later stopped by Chen Chengbi and one of his arms was crippled."

"You and I have a grudge."

The Grandmaster raised his palm and slashed at Li Guanyi once:
"My hatred towards you is cleared."

"And if you want to seek revenge on me, Qu Zaishi is waiting."

Li Guan smiled, raised his palm, and slashed in front of Qu Zaishi, saying, "The grudge between you and me is settled now."

Qu Zaishi looked at him and said, "Okay!"

Then, without saying anything else, the martial artist refused the mount, gold and silver offered by the Gongsun family. He just picked up a pot of wine, picked up his sword and walked down the mountain step by step.

Li Guan watched Qu Zaishi go away. Suddenly, a hoarse and desolate singing voice was heard. Qu Zaishi sang the tune of the vast rivers and lakes. Step by step, the singing gradually faded away, and his figure disappeared in the mountains, forests, rivers and lakes and could no longer be seen.

The world of martial arts is fun, and revenge is handled calmly.

King Gongyang Su praised him and said, "He is quite a man."

Li Guanyi said: "Senior Su Wang."

King Gongyang Su smiled and said, "Martial artists in the Jianghu are happy to take revenge."

"So is kindness, so is hatred."

"Come over after you finish the things in your hands. The others are still waiting for you." Li Guan nodded. After this battle, the Living Buddha left to comfort the people around him, but Taoist Master Su Yue and Mo Xie of Mohism stayed in the Gongsun family.

Waiting for Li Guanyi.

In other words, he was waiting for the Master of the Scarlet Sky Sword.

This magical weapon carries the expectations of too many people. The legend of the Red Emperor for eight hundred years is really too heavy. The disciples of the academy and even the people of the world are waiting for a hero who can pull out this sword like the Red Emperor, re-establish the order of the world, and settle the troubled times.

Holding this sword, you need to respond to such expectations.

Li Guanyi knew that after he pulled out the Chixiao Sword, this was inevitable. Ji Yanzhong had arrived at dusk today. The old man, who had traveled around the world for a year holding the Chixiao Sword, finally returned to his hometown, only to see the Chixiao Sword flying away.

He ran all night following the trail of the Scarlet Sky Sword.

Li Guanyi went to the lobby of the Gongsun family, where several people were sitting on the left and right. On the left was the leader Mo Xie of the Mohist school, the Taoist Su Yue Zhenren, and on the right was Ji Yanzhong, a member of the royal family of Zhongzhou.

When Li Guanyi and Gongyang Suwang stepped in, many eyes fell on him, especially Ji Yanzhong. He stood up almost instinctively and looked at the Chixiao sword on Li Guanyi's waist. Especially when he saw that the Chixiao sword was obedient, the look in his eyes became extremely complicated.

He knew that Li Guanyi could awaken the Chixiao Sword.

But even though I knew it, when I saw it with my own eyes, the emotions were so complicated that they were hard to describe.

Li Guanyi met these gazes, bowed solemnly, and said:
"Junior Li Guanyi, nice to meet you all."

The great Mohist master and Master Su Yue both stood up and returned the greeting:
"Red Sky Sword Master."

This was not a salute to Li Guan, but a tribute to the Chixiao Sword.

Li Guanyi sighed secretly in his heart.

This is the trouble with the Scarlet Sky Sword. It has a great momentum, but it will also be swept away by it.

Mo Xie touched the giant sword, his expression bold and unrestrained, and took the initiative to say: "I never thought that the person our Mo family has been waiting for for a long time is actually the master of the Scarlet Sky Sword. The fate in the world is wonderful, it really makes people feel incredible."

Master Su Yue asked, "Guan Yi, where are you going next?"

Ji Yanzhong said: "Originally, he is Qin Wuhou, and there is the matter of the emperor's hunting. Now that he has drawn the Scarlet Sky Sword, it is natural that he should enter Zhongzhou."

Everyone was talking, and King Gongyang Su thought for a while and said:
"Would you like to come back to the academy with me?"

They talked to each other.

Li Guanyi felt that the attitudes of these palace masters and Ji Yanzhong towards him had changed slightly from the beginning.

Even people like them could not avoid being influenced by the legend of the Lord of the Scarlet Sky Sword. Or, it could be said that it was precisely because they were the masters of the academy that they were more easily disturbed by the legend of the Scarlet Sky Sword.

Although, there is no malicious intent.

But now, what they saw was not Li Guanyi, but the master of the Scarlet Sky Sword.

The eight hundred year old legend of the Scarlet Sky Sword is more important than the sixteen year old Li Guanyi.

If you hold this sword, you will bear the expectations of the people of the world, and you will also be carried away by these expectations.

Li Guanyi frowned, wanting to break this atmosphere. Now it felt as if, in the eyes of the world and the academy, the Chixiao Sword was the master and Li Guanyi was the auxiliary. The so-called Chixiao Sword Master was just a carrier of the eight hundred year old Chixiao legend.

Li Guanyi raised his eyebrows. He planned to break the current atmosphere in his own way. He was grateful and respected these predecessors, but he did not want to become a footnote in the legend of the Scarlet Sky Sword.

If you can't determine the difference between the primary and the secondary now, it will be more difficult to change after entering the academy.

It should be Li Guanyi holding the Chixiao Sword, not the Chixiao Sword choosing Li Guanyi.

After thinking for a while, Li Guanyi took the initiative to speak:

"My dear seniors, I have something to say..."

Just at this moment, another voice came: "What a joke!"

"Murong Longtu's great grandson will naturally go with Murong Longtu."

"Go directly to the academy?"

"There is no such truth."

The voices of the crowd paused slightly.

When this sentence first fell into the ears of the crowd, it was still at the foot of the mountain, but when the second sentence came, it had already reached the mountainside. When the last seven words "There is no such reason" fell, it had already reached the door.

She was wearing a blue shirt, and her white hair was tied up with a wooden hairpin, hanging down to her waist.

It was the sword maniac who was fighting with the red dragon yesterday.

King Gongyang Su suddenly stood up and said, "Murong Longtu."

Ji Yanzhong, the elder of the royal family, was anxious. Seeing that Li Guanyi was holding a sword, and hearing the answer from Jian Kuang, he could not help but ask, "Jian Kuang, where are you going to take him? He is already the Lord of the Scarlet Sky Sword, and this name is known to the whole world."

"It's better to go to Zhongzhou first."

Murong Longtu smiled and said, "Chixiao Sword?"

"I am Murong Longtu's great grandson. It is up to you to decide where to go."

"How could I be held hostage by a sword?"

"Right!"

Li Guan paused and replied, "Of course it is so."

Murong Longtu laughed. He patted Li Guanyi on the shoulder, looked at the Palace Master of the Academy and Ji Yanzhong, and said softly: "The Chixiao Sword, an eight hundred year old legend..." He stretched out his hand, and the Chixiao Sword actually made a continuous sound and flew up from Li Guanyi's waist.

The Chixiao Sword was held in Murong Longtu's hand.

In full view of everyone, in disbelief.

Murong Longtu directly pulled this magical weapon out of the scabbard!

The Chixiao sword whistled incessantly, emitting layers of flowing light, as if struggling and angry, but when Murong Longtu's finger brushed across the sword, the magic weapon suddenly calmed down, no longer whistling in resistance, but emitting clear sword light.

"The Scarlet Sky Sword is the best divine weapon in the world."

"It is the Scarlet Emperor who is powerful, not the Scarlet Sky Sword."

Murong Longtu put the sword into the scabbard and threw it away with a shake of his hand.

The magic weapon, still with its sheath, fell directly into the lobby and stabbed heavily into the ground.

The sword maniac said: "The Scarlet Sky Sword is nothing special."

"I draw out the Scarlet Sky Sword. How about that? I can also be the ruler of the world?"

He bowed slightly to the palace masters:
"Murong Longtu would like to thank you all for your help before. I will give you a thank you gift."

"And now, Guanyi, follow me and finally enter the Imperial Palace."

"Everyone, do you have any opinions?"

(End of this chapter)