Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 343: Young Man, Passerby, and Old Man
"God of Wealth Bag?"
"What is a God of Wealth bag?"
"It is said that this is a treasure left by Li Muchan. Whoever obtains it can command all the money in the world and control ghosts and gods."
"That girl actually managed to get Long Xiaoyun and Tianzun to withdraw from Luoyang together?"
"Not only that, that little girl has also mastered the Little Li Flying Dagger. Wow, wow, wow, that's incredible."
"Since Ye Kai, Little Li's Flying Dagger has disappeared from the martial arts world. Even though Li Manqing is a descendant of the Li family, his talent is still inferior. Although he has a flying dagger, he is not worthy of the name. I wonder if he can never miss a target."
"Also... I heard that person is coming back soon."
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Jinling City.
In just five days, everything that happened in Luoyang City spread like wildfire, shocking the whole world.
In a pleasure boat on the Qinhuai River, Murong Qiudi felt indescribably calm while listening to the discussions of the surrounding people.
Ever since she founded Tianzun, she had been unstoppable, unstoppable, and able to turn the tide with a single thought. Yet, now, this was her first setback, and she was retreating without a fight.
But Murong Qiudi did not think it was a shame. After all, the person behind that girl had left too many indelible impressions on her. His scheming, means and strength were all top-notch in the world. How could she dare to be careless?
She sat upright, holding a glass of wine in her hand, sipping it slowly. As the aroma of the wine spread through her chest and abdomen, her cheeks, which were originally as beautiful as lotus, turned slightly red.
Murong Qiudi was slightly drunk as she looked at the white snow outside the window. Her eyes, which had once been as clear as autumn water, gradually turned colder and she began to smile, "Sir, I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The implication was that he had been waiting for this day for a long time, waiting to fight with Li Muchan.
She is a smart person, and an extremely smart woman. How could she believe the rumors about Li Muchan's death, let alone have any hope of luck?
Therefore, from the day he decided to rise, Murong Qiudi was already prepared to face Li Muchan.
Even though Li Muchan had never treated her unfairly, and had even been very good to her, sharing their wealth and power, Murong Qiudi still betrayed this ghostly young master.
No, maybe not betrayal.
It was because Murong Qiudi believed that Li Muchan had predicted this day long ago, and he had known everything from the moment they first met at the pavilion in the middle of the lake.
And didn’t Li Muchan say that he was looking forward to someone challenging him, and he didn’t even mind others rising to prominence?
The waves behind push the waves in front forward, and each generation is stronger than the previous one.
No one likes to be inferior to others, especially those who are ambitious.
This scene was not unfamiliar, just like the Qinglong Society back then, and just like when Li Muchan first rose to power. From one of the seven dragon leaders of the Qinglong Society, to the chief of the Jinqian Gang, and then to the deputy leader of the Demon Cult, wasn't he also involved in repeated rebellions and rebellions?
So, how can this be a betrayal? This is a challenge.
What's more, Li Muchan did not fulfill his promise, which was to help her deal with the Divine Sword Villa.
How could she be willing to accept this?
The painted boat was cold and gloomy, but a voice suddenly came from behind Murong Qiudi, "Li Muchan is back?"
The voice was somewhat clear and gentle, yet it also had an indescribable air of old age.
Murong Qiudi held the jade-green wine cup in his hand, playing with it and chuckling, "Who dares to say whether this ghostly young master is dead or alive before seeing him with their own eyes?"
"Yes!" The voice rang out again, coming from behind a purple curtain. "It was just a little girl who followed him back then, and she was able to scare all of us into panic, like a frightened bird. Tsk tsk..."
Murong Qiudi agreed deeply. Glancing at the wind and snow outside the boat, he said calmly, "After all, he's someone who rose from nothing to control the martial arts of thirteen provinces. How could it be easy?"
The voice continued, "Well, if this man returns alive, it means someone at sea is dead."
Murong Qiudi's eyes narrowed as she asked in surprise, "Someone on the sea?"
The man laughed strangely and said, "That man's surname is also Zhu."
Murong Qiudi paused for a moment after hearing this, then said somewhat displeasedly, "It seems that Mr. Bai, you still have a lot of things to hide from me."
The mysterious man, who was replaced by Mr. Bai, said softly, "Alas, these are all old stories that have nothing to do with us. If you want to hear them, I'll tell you when I get the chance."
Murong Qiudi didn't ask any more questions, but instead looked out the window and murmured thoughtfully, "This man already had the strength to become the best in the world back then. I wonder how powerful he would be now... I'm really looking forward to it."
Mr. Bai asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid?"
"Scared?" Murong Qiudi took a sip of wine and then said slowly, "Didn't Li Muchan get through this way back then? Was he afraid? Back then, Bai Yujing and Gongzi Yu were both terrifying people, and they both died in the end."
Mr. Bai sighed and laughed, "Once the news of Li Muchan's return to the Central Plains spreads, I'm afraid those forces that have been willing to compromise and submit to the Heavenly Lord will immediately become disloyal."
Murong Qiudi said nonchalantly, "Then kill them all."
She paused for a moment, then her eyes suddenly sparkled. She squinted and smiled, "I remember Xie Xiaofeng and Li Muchan seem to have an unfinished battle. One is the universally recognized Sword God, the other a peerless hero who dominates the thirteen provinces. Who do you think will win between the two? Oh, and there's also Yan Shisan. He's been in seclusion for years, cultivating his mind. Who knows what kind of astonishing swordsmanship he'll develop... Do you think he'll challenge Xie Xiaofeng? Or maybe even Li Muchan."
Mr. Bai answered irrelevantly, "There is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts."
Murong Qiudi's eyes became more and more crystal clear, as if they were shining. This was the answer she wanted to hear.
People are different . Some people are obsessed with swords all their lives and cannot bear to see their swords ringing alone or covered in dust.
Moreover, Li Muchan possesses the First Finger of the Universe, which can break all martial arts in the world and is the nemesis of swordsmanship...
How could sword masters like Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan not have the desire to compete with each other?
There is a mountain ahead, so we must face it head on and fight to the top !!!
But as Murong Qiudi was speaking, she suddenly glanced at the shore from the corner of her eye, her face inexplicably turned pale, and she stood up suddenly.
Among the hustle and bustle of people coming and going, a familiar figure was walking slowly along the street with an umbrella.
"Li Muchan!"
She suddenly spoke.
Behind the curtain, a figure flew out at the moment Murong Qiudi lost her composure, as fast as lightning, and captured the man holding the umbrella.
"Ah, what are you doing?"
Only when the other party turned around in panic did Murong Qiudi collapse on the stool.
"Not him."
Unconsciously, the man who had disappeared for many years had invisibly brought her such a terrifying sense of oppression.
The one who attacked was a young man in black clothes with his hands reaching below his knees. His face was sallow, his eyes were dark and lifeless, and he looked as if he was not alive.
The wind hadn't died down, the snow hadn't stopped, and the young man, looking at the passerby who had fallen to the ground, smiled and said, "Sorry, I recognized the wrong person."
After saying that, he helped the other person up and stuffed a gold ingot into his hand.
The passerby was over thirty years old and looked ordinary. He was frightened at first, but when he saw the gold, his eyes lit up and he hurriedly took it.
After the passersby walked away, the young man frowned, looked at the passersby, and retreated back into the snow.
The passerby walked slowly to the riverbank downstream, climbed onto a small boat, and sat under the black sail .
Looking at the snow falling outside the boat, the man smiled gently and said, "What a heavy snow!"
The man rowing the boat was an old man wearing a snow hat and a straw raincoat. His surname was Ding.
"Yes, sir, the snow is really heavy this year!"
