Chapter 1141 Sword Mad Li Zi, the Past

"He still has the face, if I were him, I would have left Chang'an City long ago," the young man next to him snorted coldly.

"After all, his legs are broken, how can he live without Chang'an?" Someone said in a strange way.

However, the beggar in the corner remained unmoved.

He just turned his back to everyone, quietly looked out the window, and quietly drank the wine in his hand.

"Smelly beggar, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?" The leading young man stepped forward, slapped the wine glass in front of the beggar, and said flatly.

"Is Da Zhou's Sword Academy so hard to recruit people now?" The beggar raised his head slowly and said calmly.

His voice was hoarse, and he was not angry, as if his mood was like a pool of stagnant water.

"You dare to mock me at the Sword Academy?" the young man said coldly.

"Look at the trash you look like now, if it wasn't for Master's order, you wouldn't be allowed to die.

Do you think you can live till now?

Dog-like thing, do you think you are still the sword madman back then? "

"Sword Madness is just a title given to me by others. I didn't care a long time ago."

The beggar said calmly: "Now I am just an ordinary person holding a sword."

"Hold a sword, can you still afford a sword now?" the young man mocked.

"There is a sword in the heart, and the sword will last forever," the beggar replied.

Those young people snorted coldly, but they couldn't refute the beggar's words.

After all, they are all sword masters.

Only to hear one of the youths say again: "Li Zi, the Great Zhou has already flourished, and one day you will be tolerated as a remnant of the former dynasty.

Suicide is better than someone else's killing, and it doesn't disgrace your reputation as a sword madman. "

The young man's voice fell, and the beggar didn't answer, only hearing the sound of chopsticks falling from the side.

Xie Changliu slowly raised his head, staring at the beggar sitting in the corner in a daze.

The disheveled hair covered the entire face of the beggar, and he couldn't see the face of the beggar clearly, so he just said softly: "Stay for a long month and hang on the Dongxi pine."

After the voice fell, the beggar looked up at him.

"Master?" Xie Changliu asked tentatively.

"You, you're back?" the beggar finally spoke, the hair on his face was scattered on both sides, and he could finally see his face clearly.

It was a face that was too old to look straight at.

His face was full of wrinkles and ravines, densely packed with wrinkles all over his face, his eyes were cloudy, without a trace of energy.

Lips are chapped and thin like a walking corpse.

"Master, how did you become like this?" Xie Changliu asked in disbelief.

He stepped forward, but was stopped by those young girls.

"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.

"Yo, you don't seem to have a good temper," the young man said with a smile, unmoved.

"If you know him, then you should be a remnant of the previous dynasty. Come with us now."

Just as the young man's voice fell, there was a loud "boom".

Xie Changliu hadn't drawn his sword yet, but a little sword intent burst out from the scabbard, directly knocking the young man away 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 Senior Brother Ming, but do you know who we are?" The other youths hurriedly distanced themselves, pulled out their long swords from their waists, and looked at Xie Changliu warily.

"I don't know, and I don't need to know," Xie Changliu said flatly.

"I only know that whoever blocks me will end up like him."

"You, you wait, our Linjian Academy will not let this matter go away," a young man said harshly, 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 of my practice in the Ming Empire, he has always taught me the way of swordsmanship.

Lead me to get started," Xie Changliu introduced.

"Sit down," Xu Zimo waved his hands and said with a smile, "You master and apprentice haven't seen each other for a long time, so don't worry about me."

Xie Changliu nodded and asked, "Master, how did you end up like this?

And who were those people just now? "

"Old man 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 that there was nothing you could do, 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 imagined, and the prosperous age came earlier.

I have lived here for a thousand years, and I have gradually become accustomed to the change of new dynasties. "

Li Zi sighed and said: "In the past thousand years, my swordsmanship has become stronger and stronger, and I often compete with others in the way of swordsmanship, and I was named a sword madman.

About thirteen years ago, when the new emperor of the Great Zhou came to power, he invited two swordsmen from nowhere and said that he wanted to create a school.

The principal and deputy masters of the academy are those two unknown swordsmen, and this proposal has been opposed by many people.

There are three thousand swordsmen in Chang'an, anyone can forget them, but I can't get around my sword madness. "

Speaking of this, Li Zi sighed again, "At that time, I hadn't meditated, and I couldn't see through the ordinary glory.

So he volunteered to compete with the two swordsmen.

The pulse gate was destroyed, several moves were defeated, and even this leg was interrupted 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, and they don't allow me to die," Li Zi laughed.

"Why?" Xie Changliu was puzzled.

"Do you remember the Sword Code?" Li Zi asked.

"Naturally," Xie Changliu nodded.

"If you don't ask about the years, you will be the wind song, and you will be the madness and the truth."

Speaking of this, Xie Changliu also reacted.

"They came for the Sword Code."

"As long as they don't get the sword code for a day, I will never die," Li Zi replied.

"Observe carefully, there are countless eyes watching us now."

Xie Changliu looked around, but below the inn, there were a few people with strange movements.

Although it is very secretive, it cannot be hidden 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 finish this matter within three days."

"Okay," Xu Zimo nodded.

"Changliu, you don't have to worry about this matter," Li Zi said quickly.

"Leave Chang'an as soon as possible. This is their world. Master doesn't want to implicate you."

"When the Ming Empire was destroyed, there was nothing I could do.

There is nothing I can do if the person I love the most dies," Xie Changliu said after a little silence.

"Master, you are half a father to me.

Don't leave me powerless this time. "

Li Zi nodded deeply. As a fellow swordsman, he knew that Xie Changliu's swordsmanship had been suppressed for too long.

It needs to be released, and Jianxin also needs to be sharpened.

The three of them were chatting when footsteps came up from the second floor.