Volume 7: Looking back at the rivers and lakes, the road ahead is long Chapter 349: Sword Letter
Cold mountain, flying snow, calm lake, small pavilion.
On a solitary boat, a figure stood in the snow, slowly sailing towards the small pavilion in the middle of the lake.
A snow-white fox fur cloak wrapped around Murong Qiudi's increasingly thin body. Her already pale cheeks were now as cold as frost and snow, without a trace of blood left.
The catastrophe of the martial arts world in the seven provinces of Jiangnan has begun.
Now that Tianzun has swept the world, all the masters have come out, but there are no guards around her. To be on the safe side, she thought of this pavilion in the middle of the lake.
This pavilion stands alone, surrounded by water and guarded by mountains. It is undoubtedly a good place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.
The boat cut through the water, the snow was vast, Murong Qiudi glanced at the mountains on all sides. She had already buried many ambushes on the mountains and laid a tight net. If anyone dared to approach, they would be killed without mercy.
The boat arrived in front of the pavilion.
Murong Qiudi Muxue stepped into the pavilion, holding a gorgeous and exquisite food box in her hand.
At this point, in this situation full of dangers and murderous intentions, even she did not dare to trust anyone easily, not even her own trusted subordinates.
Therefore, Murong Qiudi decided to stay here and wait for the Tianzun and his men to bring back the good news about unifying the martial arts world of the seven provinces in the south of the Yangtze River.
There is a jade table that has been left there for a long time, and a cushion in the pavilion.
She remembered that it was here that she saw Li Muchan and that unparalleled back.
But now the Demon Cult has been destroyed, Qinglong is dead, the money is gone, the Divine Sword Villa has become a lost dog, the World Alliance is torn apart, and countless of the geniuses and prodigies of the past have died, and it has been a long time since they died.
"Time flies by so fast."
Murong Qiudi murmured and sighed as she sat on the futon.
It’s a pity that things and people have changed. Everything has changed.
She took out the wine, looked at the snow and sighed, then drank slowly.
The wine went down his throat and turned into a warm current, impacting Murong Qiudi's heart and lungs.
But for no reason, she felt inexplicably sad.
In this world of intrigue and unpredictable changes, after all the scheming and scheming, in the end, when you look around the world, there is not even a single person worth trusting.
How sad!!!
Murong Qiudi was filled with sorrow and just laughed, her laughter sounded like the cuckoo crying blood, sad and desolate.
But she still had hatred, hatred for Xie Xiaofeng, hatred that was so intense that she gnashed her teeth and hated him to death.
News came that this person had already left Mount Hua.
He wants to fight with Li Muchan.
After hearing this news, for some reason, Murong Qiudi felt not only hatred but also worry and anxiety.
Not only did she hate this man, but she also loved him in the end.
As deep as hatred is, so deep is love.
Who will win?
At this time, a voice sounded from outside the pavilion, "Miss, the third young master of the Divine Sword Villa sent someone to deliver a letter."
Murong Qiudi was still hating him at first, but when she heard the name of the Third Young Master and that he had sent her a letter, she didn't think twice and rushed out of the pavilion like the wind, floated into the snow, and retrieved the letter.
Ignoring the spilled wine, Murong Qiudi opened the letter with trepidation.
There was only one word on the letter——
【War】
The hope on Murong Qiudi's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by confusion and trance.
war?
This person wants to fight her?
After a brief moment of daze, a gentle voice suddenly sounded from beside her, "This letter is for me."
Murong Qiudi's face suddenly became extremely miserable.
A right hand as crystal clear and flawless as white jade took the letter from her hand.
The man seemed to have floated in from beyond the heavens and earth, then sat down in the pavilion and said with a faint smile, "There's actually something else unsaid in the letter. He wants me to spare your life."
Murong Qiudi looked at the person sitting in front of her, and her body suddenly softened for no reason, almost collapsing to the ground.
Li Muchan.
This man now appeared before her alive, just like he did back then.
Li Muchan sat in the pavilion, facing the snow and the wind, looking at the letter in his hand.
This is a letter, a challenge, and a sword challenge.
"It's clearly just the word 'battle,' but it encompasses sixteen variations. There's softness within hardness, strength within emptiness, ingenuity within clumsiness. Before one sword strikes its final act, another strike emerges, each sword connected. It seems to have sixteen variations, but in the end, it all returns to one sword, returning to its original simplicity. One sword can represent thousands of swords." The more Li Muchan looked at it, the brighter the light in his eyes became. Finally, he couldn't help but sigh, "What a sword!"
Murong Qiudi looked towards the mountains on all sides, looking at the ambushes that had been set up long ago.
The ambush was still there, but no one took action.
Murong Qiudi said in a hoarse voice, "How could it be...how did you get in?"
Li Muchan sighed softly, "Of course I walked in. Have you forgotten that I also hold the title of King of Jinling? This is where I rose to prominence. From all walks of life, martial arts families, dignitaries, and both the underworld and the corrupt, who hasn't received benefits from me, who hasn't fawned over me. Even the prostitutes and street beggars have all begged for a few meals from me, earning me a lot of benefits."
Murong Qiudi sucked in a breath of cold air, subconsciously took two steps back, and then collapsed to the ground, with despair on his face.
Li Muchan shook his head and said, "If a person is used to enjoying themselves, it's hard for them to compromise. Their joining you is just a temporary measure because they have no other choice. Even though you've replaced these ambushes with rising stars, they still have families and power behind them, and most of them can't represent themselves. And the few who did are probably already dead."
He did walk in, and he entered the city openly and came here.
Some people even went to the waterway to deliver a secret letter, hoping that he would quickly deal with this Lord of Heaven.
"Your unpredictable moods and your prolific murders are secondary; more importantly, you can't give them what they want, but I can."
Li Muchan placed the letter on the jade table.
This battle is inevitable.
Once you enter the martial arts world, you have no choice. If the Xie family wants to regain its glory and rise again, the Tianxia Alliance will be the first to bear the brunt.
The only person that Shenjian Villa relies on is Xie Xiaofeng, so there will definitely be a battle between him and the third young master.
Murong Qiudi said unwillingly, "Three days ago, I ordered my men to sweep through the seven provinces south of the Yangtze River. I can't expect them to all follow your lead like Jinling does, can I?"
Li Muchan spoke patiently, "So, three days ago, I reorganized the waterways, completely blocking all the waterways in the provinces. With Peacock Villa blocking all the important passes, I'm sweeping across the seven provinces south of the Yangtze River? Haha, it's just a dream."
Finally, he added, "As for your Mr. Bai, he had already left with your son before I entered the city."
After hearing these words, Murong Qiudi's heart finally collapsed completely, and there was no hope left.
At this moment, she was calmer than ever before. She slowly poured a glass of wine and drank it all in one gulp.
Li Muchan sighed sincerely, "What a pity! A woman like you should be stunning and stay away from schemes and tricks."
He still remembered how this man looked when he and Xie Xiaofeng were hiding in the forest from the Qinglong Society. He was ignorant, timid and naive, but now he has become a hero who is causing trouble in the world.
Murong Qiudi smiled and said, "Life is unpredictable, and fate is unpredictable. How can everything go smoothly as planned? Some people may only take one wrong step, and then they will keep making the same mistake over and over again. Once they tell a lie, they will need a thousand lies to cover it up."
Even at this point, Murong Qiudi still smiled frivolously, "I will never admit defeat. The reason you defeated me is simply because you won over the hearts and minds of people over the years. If I had risen first, the victory and the loss would still be uncertain."
Li Muchan drank his wine, seemingly unconcerned about who won or lost. Instead, he said softly, "It would be truly tragic to die alone on this journey of the martial arts world... Today, I'll give you a ride."
In fact, he didn't even need to go in person. As long as he entered the city and showed up, this woman would be doomed to die, and someone would offer her head.
The arrogance and resentment on Murong
After a long moment of stunned silence, the man suddenly sighed softly, as if letting out all his hatred and resentment. He then turned his head to look at the heavy snow outside the pavilion, closed his eyes and murmured, "This life is like a nightmare... Qiudi thanks you for your mercy, sir!"
After saying this, the man's lips quickly turned blue and black, which was because he had taken poison while drinking earlier.
After the sigh, the beautiful soul has passed away.
