The sword madman's voice fell, and the Scarlet Sky Sword with its scabbard was inserted upside down into the ground for a foot and three minutes. Others could not see the problem, but King Gongyang Su laughed to himself and said: "With the realm of supreme swordsmanship, I can forcibly control the Scarlet Sky Sword."

, but here you are chattering, old man!"

Sword madman Murong Longtu replied: "It is to break the barriers in your hearts."

"There is nothing extraordinary about the Red Sky Sword itself."

"The most powerful ones are the Red Emperor and the heroes of that generation."

"Isn't it a big mistake to abandon their achievements and put the world's expectations on this sword? Since you are the masters of the Academy, you should not let this sword take away your state of mind."

Master Mo Xie and Master Su Yue both felt slightly awe-inspiring.

They were far younger than Murong Longtu. When this swordsman was killing swordsmen and causing bloodshed in the world of swordsmanship, the Mohist giant was still having trouble with the splicing of organs, while Suyue was still copying "Tai Shang Taojun" by candlelight.

"The Sutra of Everlasting Peace".

So the two palace masters stood up and saluted:

"Thank you Sword God for your advice."

Only Ji Yanzhong rushed to the side of Chixiao Sword and looked at this magic weapon with distress.

Murong Longtu accepted the courtesy from Mo Xie and Su Yue, and said with a smile: "You two were just temporarily confused by the legends you have heard since childhood. Even without me, you can figure it out yourself."

Seeing Ji Yanzhong's appearance, Jian Kuang stretched out his hand and pulled out the Red Sky Sword.

The rebellious Chixiao Sword was docile in the hand of the kendo leader. It looked nothing like before. Murong Longtu put the sword back into Ji Yanzhong's hand and said: "It's just a sword."

"Why do you value it so much?"

Ji Yanzhong subconsciously replied: "The eight hundred years of glory of the Zhongzhou royal family have been here."

Murong Longtu said: "If the Red Emperor's entire line of glory would fall on this sword."

"Then it would be better for the Red Emperor and his entire family to die happily."

Ji Yanzhong was frightened and angry, but for some reason, he felt helpless when words like sharp swords pierced the things he had been avoiding in his heart. Murong Longtu said: "If the Red Emperor relied on this sword to conquer the world,

Then people wouldn’t have been chanting it for eight hundred years.”

"If you hold this sword, you will have peace in the world, and there will be no Red Emperor of the generation five hundred years ago who was besieged by the Turks and needed the Xue Family God General to rescue the siege; if you hold this sword, you will be able to achieve destiny and people's aspirations.

, there would not have been the tragedy of Ji Chengfeng three hundred years ago, and Emperor Chen Wu would not have been able to open up the current state of Zuo."

"Only by putting down this sword can you pick up what is truly important to you."

Murong Longtu's words are like the edge of a sword, cutting through the reality that Ji Yanzhong is escaping from.

Murong Longtu said: "Don't worry, this sword has not been damaged. I just hope that you can strip away the influence of the legend of the Scarlet Sky Sword and view Guanyi fairly."

The old man stretched out his hand and patted Li Guanyi on the shoulder. With a smile on his face that the old man often showed when he boasted about his children, he said: "Even if you don't look at the Red Sky Sword, Li Guanyi will also

He is an outstanding person.”

"Isn't it?"

King Gongyangsu said: "That's the way it is."

"So, what you just said, do you just want us to throw away the legend of the Red Sky Sword and only consider Guanyi's own courage and talent?"

Murong Longtu laughed proudly: "Of course... no!"

"Of course it's best if you listen to reason. If that doesn't work, I still have swordsmanship to talk to you about."

"It's not a long journey from here to Zhongzhou Academy."

"Let my children accompany me through this last part of the journey."

King Gongyangsu was slightly startled. He looked at Murong Longtu and heard something from Murong Longtu's words. King Gongyangsu subconsciously clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and finally loosened his grip on the hilt and whispered softly.

road:

"good."

"Then, I will go back to the academy and wait quietly for the arrival of you two. In addition, Yu Wenlie also knows about the Chixiao Sword Master, so it is of no use for you to change our views.

"

"This news will eventually spread throughout the world."

Murong Longtu just replied: "It doesn't matter."

Originally, King Gongyangsu and other palace masters planned to return to Zhongzhou Academy with Li Guanyi. After being interrupted by the sword madman Murong Longtu, King Gongyangsu, the giant of the Mo family, Zhenren Suyue and

Li Guanyi said goodbye and prepared to return to the academy early.

Before King Gongyangsu left, he never forgot to warn Qilin.

"You must come, little one."

The only Confucian scholar who could still laugh and scold Sword Maniac for being a common man rubbed Qilin's head and said, "I think you look like a noble gentleman, and you are very suitable for the academy."

Qilin's head couldn't help but raise its head.

King Gongyang Su smiled warmly and mellowly: "Besides, there are only you and the old Qilin in the academy left in the world. You are his only kin in the world, just like your old ancestor."

"Like Jian Kuang and Li Guanyi."

"What do you think of Jian Kuang's treatment of Li Guanyi? Very good."

"Then you will know what Qilin will do to you."

Qilin raised its head high and swayed its tail. It felt that the fruit before was very delicious. It licked its tongue and said: "I went to the academy, are there any fruits to eat?"

Gongyang Suwang’s smile is mellow and warm:

"Um."

"I went to the Academy and enjoyed your good harvest."

Qilin was overjoyed.

The Mohist tycoon couldn't help but said to Zhenren Su Yue: "Isn't King Gongyang Su a Confucian? Why is he so yin and yang weird?"

Master Suyue said calmly: "In Confucianism, this is the Spring and Autumn style of writing."

Mo Xie laughed dumbly.

Hou Zhongyu's master, the old warlock, originally had the will to die, but because Zhang Ziyong's vitality returned to the world, he managed to maintain his vitality and survive. There was nothing left to survive.

thoughts.

But Li Guanyi and the old warlock chatted for an hour. Li Guanyi said unintentionally, if you die, no one will know about your disciple. The old warlock remained silent for a long time, and finally sighed.

He chose to go to Jiangnan with Gongsun Wuyue and others for a short trip.

"You're right..."

"After I die, who will remember that child?"

The old warlock smiled complicatedly and decided to keep the inheritance, grow old slowly, and slowly meet his own end. He is just a lineage of warlocks, not an orthodox martial arts practice, and it is difficult to find successors.

So Li Guanyi picked up his pen and wrote a letter of recommendation for the old man.

It was originally supposed to be written for [Yan Daiqing].

But Li Guanyi thought about it and wrote this letter to [Qilin Army Seven Old Ghosts].

As for the experience of this old warlock, it is too legendary.

In his introduction, Li Guanyi used a method that could detonate the Seven Old Ghosts in an instant.

"This old man is Hou Zhongyu's master."

Then he carefully folded it and handed it to the old warlock, saying: "Senior, don't worry. After you go to Jiangnan, you will have a group of disciples who want to inherit your teachings."

He noticed the old warlock leaving and thought.

I hope seniors won’t be frightened.

After Li Guanyi settled these matters, Jian Kuang personally held a banquet here, using the remaining fine wine from the Gongsun family, and invited King Gongyang Su and others to have a drink and chat before leaving. After Li Guanyi made a toast, he took the initiative to retreat.

.

The Gongsun family has almost left, and Wan Mingyi, a man who only talks about "no" and "no", has returned to his family. The hall of the Gongsun family stands on the mountain like a stone pillar, and it seems a bit empty.

Li Guanyi searched for a long time and saw the silver-haired figure.

Ever since yesterday, when the 'eldest brother' suddenly ran away like being sunk, Yao Guang had some emotional changes. Even though her face was still the same as before, with no emotional ups and downs, Li Guanyi could feel Yao Guang.

mood.

As soon as Li Guan saw Yao Guang sitting quietly on the steps, looking at the evening breeze and the stars in the night sky, he thought for a while, stretched out his hand to lift Qilin, let Qilin leave first, and then slowly walked behind the girl.

The steps further to the front of the lobby have been shattered, replaced by a cliff-like existence that was torn apart by fierce force. The night wind was rolling under this cliff. A girl wearing a simple warlock costume sat there holding her knees.

.

The hood was taken off, and the silver hair was flying in the wind.

The silver starlight fell on the girl's shoulders, looking thin and lonely. Li Guanyi watched quietly and slowly walked over.

A snack suddenly dropped down and swayed in front of Yao Guang.
To be continued...