Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 344: One Sword Technique
A lone figure on the blue waves, a small boat sailing alone.
In the depths of the wind and snow, the hustle and bustle on the Qinhuai River has unknowingly faded away.
On the boat, the rower was grinning from ear to ear, as if he had struck it rich.
The man in the boat had also sat down at this time. Like a magic trick, he just fumbled in his sleeves twice, and in front of him there were a few drunken crabs and a bag of crispy fried peanuts, and finally a pot of still warm old wine.
"What are you doing outside, old man? Come in and have a couple of drinks with me." The man greeted him warmly.
The old man did not refuse. He smiled, put down the pole in his hand, patted the fallen snow on his body, and got into the black tent.
Their eyes met, and the old man sighed at the few strands of white hair on the man's temples, "It's been many years since we last met, and you've grown old."
The man crushed a peanut with his fingertips, put it in his mouth, and poured wine. He asked, "Where's your son? Isn't he escorting people? Why did he start working on the waterway?"
The old man's smile faded a little. He carefully took the wine, took a sip, and said, "Dead."
The man paused in chewing and swallowing, but did not speak. Instead, he poured the old man another glass of wine.
The old man smiled bitterly, "He didn't die from a dispute in the martial arts world, but rather from a serious illness... That's fate."
The man glanced at the falling snow outside and said softly, "What a pity."
The old man rubbed his hands together, picked up a few peanuts, and asked curiously, "Young Master, since you've been wandering around, laughing at the world, why did you come back to wade into this muddy water?"
The man said, "Can't I just come back for money, fame, or fortune?"
The old man's face was covered in wrinkles, but he grinned at the words, "When I first met you on the Yangtze River, I knew you weren't one for fame or gain. And now, you're the best of the world, unrivaled in the world. How could you be tempted by such mundane things?"
The man laughed when he heard this and shook his head, "You old man, the only thing you lack is your martial arts skills. Otherwise, with this kind of vision, you should be a hero."
He paused for a moment, then said bluntly, "I came back to settle some old scores. If the members of the Tianxia Alliance aren't kept in check, they might follow the same path as the Qinglong Society and bring disaster to the martial arts world. I also wanted to say goodbye to some friends and foes, and see them one last time."
There was a kind of detachment and indifference to worldly affairs in his words.
The old man nodded, "I see."
"I remember you have a grandson, right? His name seems to be Ding Peng." The man asked.
The old man's face was wrinkled with laughter. "Almost five years old."
The two of them are old acquaintances, and when they meet again today, they are both filled with emotion.
Just tell me who this guy is?
Who else could it be other than
And this old man is not a stranger either.
When Li Muchan was sailing upstream along the Yangtze River, he met a father and son who were escorting goods.
At that time, he planned to fake his own death and had no time to take care of other things. After everything was settled, he sent people to look for them, but the father and son had already left without saying goodbye and their whereabouts were unknown.
I don't want to see you again now. My son has passed away, leaving me, an old man, all alone.
At this point, the old man seemed to have run out of things to say, so he drank one last glass of wine and said with a smile, "Sir, the boat is about to dock."
After saying that, he got up and went out.
But when the man pushed the boat to the shore and turned around to greet people, there was no one in the wupan.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then he sighed softly, regretting the decision he had made.
He had been escorting for decades, and he had crawled out of the dead countless times. But people around him came and went, died again and again, but he always managed to escape danger and live well.
He was used to being cautious in the world and didn't want to get too involved with a big shot like Li Muchan, fearing that it would bring trouble to his wife and children. That's why he left without saying goodbye, taking his son with him.
Otherwise, with Li Muchan's all-powerful means, his only son would not have died of illness.
As the thought came to his mind, the old man felt a blockage in his heart, his hands and feet trembled, and he really regretted it.
Looking at the unfinished wine on the table, the man threw away the pole and simply sat down in the awning and burst into tears.
But before the cry could be fully uttered, the old man suddenly stopped talking, and his cloudy eyes stared at the table in front of him.
It was a short piece of paper, probably because it was too old and was already covered with oil stains.
And above the oil stain, there were many winding and twisting water marks, penetrating deep into the wood, some blending and converging, some crisscrossing and moving. In that small space, there were infinite changes, unfathomable depths, and surprisingly...
The old man's eyes widened, his hands and feet trembling even more violently. After a long while, he shuddered and said, "Is this... swordsmanship?"
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Cuiyun Peak, Green Water Lake.
In the wind and snow, a misty figure suddenly appeared with an umbrella. Its rise and fall was like a wisp of flying smoke, or like a startled wild goose stepping on the snow. With a single foot stroke, the person rose up with the wind, stepped on the blue waves, stepped on the thin branches, and flew straight to the steep peak in the lake.
The peaks are as steep as swords and the cliffs are thousands of feet high.
The man did not stop, and as soon as he reached the foot of the mountain, his body suddenly rose into the air and went straight up into the blue sky.
After climbing to the top of the mountain in one breath, Li Muchan finally stood still and looked intently.
The snow was flying everywhere, the sea of fog was vast, and the top of the mountain was already covered with frost and snow.
But just as Li Muchan took a foothold, thirteen pairs of eyes suddenly opened in the white snow, thirteen pairs of eyes filled with murderous intent, cold and cruel.
Li Muchan looked around, feeling somewhat helpless. "He actually predicted that I would come here first. Could it be that Xie Longteng also has ambitions to fight for power? Or has he met with misfortune?"
It's a pity that no one responded to him.
Thirteen pairs of eyes , thirteen sharp swords, all broke through the snow, risking their lives to try.
Li Muchan didn't move, nor even look, but his face and hands quickly became crystal clear, like ice crystal.
The owners of the thirteen pairs of eyes appeared for just a moment and were frozen in place, as if their acupuncture points were pressed. A layer of frost was visible all over their bodies, and they looked like ice sculptures.
"Xie's swordsmanship? It's a shame it only has the form. It seems Xie Longteng has met a master."
Li Muchan stood on the top of the mountain. No matter how fierce the wind was, his clothes and hair remained motionless , hanging quietly in the air.
He suddenly snapped his fingers at one of them, and the man immediately shuddered and asked in shock, " What kind of ?"
Li Muchan's facial muscles suddenly twisted, but he regained his true appearance. He then asked with a smile, "Where is Xie Longteng?"
The man's face turned pale and he said in a hoarse voice, "I don't know either, but Xie Longteng seems to have gone crazy."
Li Muchan asked in surprise: "What? Crazy?"
The man said hurriedly, "That's right. Two months ago, Xie Longteng went to find Yan Shisan. It seems the two of them had a fight. After that, Xie Longteng became like a demon, muttering about the Fifteenth Sword all day long. He refused to eat or drink, and was almost like a demon."
Li Muchan slowly put away the tung oil umbrella in his hand, his expression calmed down, but there seemed to be a sudden change in his eyes.
"The fifteenth sword? Could it be the fifteenth fatal sword? The thirteen fatal swords have almost exhausted all the variations of sword techniques in the world, and are extremely dangerous. But now the fourteenth sword has not yet been released, and I have actually glimpsed the fifteenth sword... Sigh, if this sword appears, it will surely be the ultimate and the most ultimate... It seems that this trip will be an unavoidable battle of swordsmanship. Sword God, Sword Demon, Sword Demon, Sword Immortal, who will be the leader of the sword..."
Sword God Xie Xiaofeng, Sword Demon Yan Shisan, Sword Monster Xie Longteng, Sword Immortal Guo Ding...
