1175. Chapter 1141: Sword Madman Li Zi, Past Events
Chapter 1141 Sword Maniac Li Zi, Past Events
”He still has the nerve to come. If I were him, I would have rolled out of Chang’an City long ago,” the young man next to him snorted coldly.
”After all, his legs are broken. How can he live if he leaves Chang’an?” Someone said sarcastically.
However, the beggar in the corner remained unmoved.
He just turned his back to everyone, quietly looking out the window, quietly drinking the wine in his hand.
”Stinky beggar, I’m talking to you, didn’t you hear me?” The leading young man walked up, smashed the wine glass in front of the beggar with a slap, and said lightly.
”Is the Linjian Academy of the Great Zhou so unbearable now?” The beggar slowly raised his head and said lightly.
His voice was hoarse, and he was not angry, as if his state of mind was like a pool of stagnant water.
”You dare to mock my Linjian Academy?” The young man said coldly.
”Look at you now, you are such a loser. If it weren’t for the order from the master, you wouldn’t be allowed to die. Do
you think you could live until now?
You dog-like thing, do you still think you are the sword maniac you used to be?”
”Sword maniac is just a title given to me by others. I stopped caring about it a long time ago.”
The beggar said calmly, “Now I am just an ordinary person holding a sword.”
”Holding a sword, can you still hold a sword now?” The young man mocked.
”With a sword in your heart, the sword will last forever,” the beggar replied.
The young men snorted coldly, unable to refute the beggar’s words.
After all, they were all sword cultivators.
One of the young men said, “Li Zi, the Great Zhou is already prosperous, and you, the remnant of the previous dynasty, will one day be unacceptable. It is
better to commit suicide than to be killed by others, and it is also worthy of your former name of sword maniac.”
After the young man finished speaking, the beggar did not reply, and only heard the sound of chopsticks falling from the side.
Xie Changliu slowly raised his head and looked at the beggar sitting in the corner in a trance.
The disheveled hair covered the beggar’s face. He couldn’t see his face clearly. He just said softly, “Leave a piece of moon, hanging on the pine trees in Dongxi.”
After the voice fell, the beggar looked up at him.
”Master?” Xie Changliu asked tentatively.
”You, you are back?” The beggar finally spoke, and his hair was scattered on both sides of his face. Finally, he could see his face clearly.
It was a face that was too old to look directly at.
The face was full of wrinkles and ravines. The dense wrinkles covered the whole face. The eyes were turbid, without a trace of energy. The lips were
chapped and thin like a walking corpse.
”Master, how did you become like this?” Xie Changliu asked in disbelief.
He walked forward, but was stopped by the young men and women.
”Do you know him?” The leading young man looked at Xie Changliu and asked.
”Get out of the way,” Xie Changliu said in a cold tone.
”Oh, you look like you have a bad temper,” the young man smiled unmoved.
”You know him, so you should be a remnant of the previous dynasty. Come with us now.”
As soon as the young man finished speaking, there was a loud “bang”.
Xie Changliu had not yet drawn his sword, but a little sword intent from the scabbard burst out, directly knocking the young man out from the second floor.
The window bars were broken, and the young man fell heavily on the street facing the street.
”You dare to hurt Brother Ming, do you know who we are?” The other young men hurriedly pulled away, drew the long swords at their waists, and looked at Xie Changliu vigilantly.
”I don’t know, and I don’t need to know,” Xie Changliu said lightly.
”I only know that whoever stands in my way will have the same fate as him.”
”You, you wait, our Linjian Academy will not give up on this matter,” a young man said fiercely, and the others hurriedly left the inn.
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Xie Changliu brought the old man to Xu Zimo.
”This is my master. During the three hundred years I practiced in the Ming Empire, he has always taught me the way of swordsmanship.
He led me to the door,” Xie Changliu introduced.
”Please sit down,” Xu Zimo waved his hand and said with a smile, “You and your master haven’t seen
each other for a long time, so don’t bother me when you are reminiscing about the past.”
Xie Changliu nodded and asked, “Master, how did you end up like this?
And who were those people just now?”
”My name is Li Zi, an unknown person,” the old man first introduced himself to Xu Zimo.
Then he replied, “When the Ming Empire was destroyed, you knew you were powerless, so you left here and prepared to travel around.
But I chose to stay.”
”I know that,” Xie Changliu nodded.
”The establishment of the Great Zhou was faster than we thought, and the prosperity came earlier.
I have lived here for a thousand years, and gradually got used to the change of the new dynasty.”
Li Zi sighed and said, “In these thousand years, my swordsmanship has become more and more powerful. I often exchange swordsmanship with others and was named a sword maniac.
About thirteen years ago, the new emperor of the Great Zhou came to power and invited two swordsmen from somewhere, saying that he would establish a school.
The chief and deputy palace masters of the school were the two unknown swordsmen. This proposal was opposed by many people. There
are three thousand swordsmen in Chang’an, and everyone can forget them, but they can’t avoid me, the sword maniac.”
At this point, Li Zi sighed again, “At that time, I had not yet calmed down and could not see through the glory of the mortal world.
I volunteered to compete with the two swordsmen.
My pulse gate was destroyed, and I was defeated in a few moves. Even this leg was broken in that battle.”
”How could this be,” Xie Changliu took a deep breath.
”Then why don’t you leave Chang’an?”
”They don’t allow me to leave Chang’an, nor do they allow me to die,” Li Zi smiled.
”Why?” Xie Changliu was puzzled.
”Do you still remember the Sword Canon?” Li Zi asked.
”Of course,” Xie Changliu nodded.
”Don’t ask about the years and let the wind sing, it’s also wild and true.”
At this point, Xie Changliu also reacted.
”They came for the Sword Canon.”
”As long as they don’t get the Sword Canon, I will never die,” Li Zi replied.
”Observe carefully, there are countless eyes watching us now.”
Xie Changliu looked around, and there were several people below the inn with strange whereabouts.
Although it was very secretive, it couldn’t hide from the eyes of his sword god.
”Can we stay here for a few days?” Xie Changliu looked at Xu Zimo and asked.
”How many days?”
”Three days,” Xie Changliu said, “I can handle this matter within three days.”
”Okay,” Xu Zimo nodded.
”Changliu, you don’t have to worry about this matter,” Li Zi said hurriedly.
”Leave Chang’an as soon as possible, this is their world, and the master doesn’t want to implicate you.”
”When the Ming Empire was destroyed, I was powerless. When
the person I love most died, I was powerless,” Xie Changliu said after a little silence.
”Master, you are like half a father to me.
Don’t leave me helpless this time.”
Li Zi nodded deeply. As a swordsman, he knew that Xie Changliu’s swordsmanship had been suppressed for too long.
He needed to release it, and his swordsmanship also needed to be sharpened.
As the three of them were chatting, footsteps came up from the second floor.
(End of this chapter)
