Peace Order-Chapter 751 - 84: Where is Li Guanyi in Jiangnan?!_2

He held the sword, feeling as if it were breathing.

It had its own pulse, its own rhythm and breath.

The one who had actually transformed was himself.

Li Guanyi handed the wooden sword to Shi Yisong, who was overjoyed. The next day, Li Guanyi, along with Murong Longtu and Shaking Light, would part from the merchant crew. Holding the wooden sword, Shi Yisong pursed his lips tightly, his head bowed in silence.

Shi Wu nudged him and said, "Look, the Taoist has already left, didn’t you have a great time with him this month?"

Shi Yisong didn’t respond, stubborn as a child his age.

Shi Wu said awkwardly, "This kid."

"He can’t bear to part with you, but is too embarrassed to say it."

Shi Yisong suddenly turned his head, his face flushed, and shouted:

"Who, who’s embarrassed! Who can’t bear it!"

He looked at Li Guanyi, pursed his lips, held the wooden sword, and then murmured softly, "You, get your hand out."

Li Guanyi smiled and stretched out his hand, Shi Yisong picked up his pocket. Previously, Li Guanyi mentioned buying a sword, but he did not buy a wooden sword eventually, this wooden sword was carved by Li Guanyi himself, so naturally, the money was returned.

Shi Yisong placed the money pouch in Li Guanyi’s palm, squeezed it tightly, and said earnestly:

"I heard the imperial city is very expensive, take this and you can eat something nice."

"Inside there are, there are one two three..."

He counted the copper coins inside, then forgot some, and boldly said, "There are many copper coins!"

The little guy lowered his head and kicked at a stone, saying, "I also want to go see, but it’s expensive to live there, and it’s not safe. I still need to stay with my old dad. When you go and see, it’ll be as if I saw it too."

"It would be great if those masters could carve their names on my wooden sword."

Li Guanyi parted with the merchant crew, their figures slowly disappearing in distance. They would travel to other ordinary cities for trade, the sound of horse hooves and bells mixing together, blending into the wind. Shi Yisong sat beside the cart, clutching the wooden sword and swaying.

He waved to Li Guanyi, who had given him the sword. That Sword Manual had also been altered; Li Guanyi had personally revised it from an ordinary basic swordsmanship, with genuine sword training, one could cultivate their Inner Qi from the beginning.

As the Sword Dao cultivation increases, one could perceive the Sword Intent hidden in that quint of Sword Manual.

But Li Guanyi knew about Shi Yisong’s root bone.

If there were no fortuitous encounters, this youth could at most reach the Second Layer Heaven. frёewebηovel.cѳm

He might never know that in his youth he had journeyed through the Martial World with Murong Longtu, but he also didn’t need to know. In the Martial World, people briefly meet and part without fate.

All things in life do not necessarily need to have a conclusion.

Passing by each other, each going their own way.

He remembered a youth in a blue Taoist robe who spent seventeen days painstakingly carving a wooden sword for him. Perhaps one day, the appearance of that Taoist will be forgotten, but the joy of their young encounter and the pain of their separation will still be remembered.

Recalling it now, youth feels just like yesterday.

This is the Martial World.

In the Academy, Wen Lingjun said, "Several Palace Masters have already come out of retreat."

"Among the ten Grandmasters, Qu Zaisi seems to have retired from the Martial World, and no one knows where he has gone. Chen Chengbi, the Mad King of Chen Country, has indeed arrived here. The rest, like the living Buddha from the Western Regions, are staying at the Academy."

Wen He, indifferent, played chess and said, "It seems a storm is brewing."

He still wore a look of indifference.

Wen Lingjun said solemnly, "I heard that someone has drawn the Chi Xiao Sword. Old Master Ji Yanzhong brought the Chi Xiao Sword back, but I do not know why, the old uncle seemed lost. I tried asking him, but he wouldn’t tell me."

Wen He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Are you going to find the Chi Xiao Sword Master?"

Wen Lingjun replied, "Yes, how about you?"

Wen He smiled and said, "My lineage has long been lost, I do not have obligations to the Red Emperor. Initially, I was going to the Western Regions, but I have heard that the Farmer School of Jiangnan used my strategy."

Wen Lingjun said, "Are you going to Li Guan’s place?"

Wen He flatly refused, saying, "No."

"My strategies, while aimed at strengthening the nation, in reality, would directly revolutionize internal politics and military affairs. Without a Heroic Ruler with aspirations to change the world, they cannot be used."

"Yet he actually used it."

"This signifies that he has great ambitions. In such a small place like Jiangnan, such heroic characters will rise, certainly achieving many deeds, but this also means that there will be many troubles and conflicts there."

Wen Lingjun then realized that the strategies and suggestions Wen He had previously given to the Farmer School’s Xu Tiange were only a part of his own strategies.

Whether plotting for others or a country, in the end, it’s about oneself.

It’s about their own safety.

"Do you know what to do with such heroes?"

Wen He made a move on the chessboard, not waiting for Wen Lingjun to answer, and decisively said:

"I admire such people, I acknowledge such people, I know they will change this world."

"I will watch from a great distance as they passionately strive."

"And applaud their efforts."

"They change the world, while I, enjoy the world!"

Wen Lingjun looked at this distant cousin, glanced at the chessboard, feeling a bit itchy in his palm.

He wanted to grab the chessboard and smash it down.

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