Chapter 640 The Old Man

Chapter 640 The old man...

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The Ming Dynasty has a vast territory, and within a country, the four seasons seem to be different.

In the northwest and Longyuan, it is bitterly cold, and winter is about to pass. However, in Jiangnan Road, a few roads away, the sun is scorching, and the peak heat has arrived.

Jiangnan Road, a place with beautiful mountains and rivers and abundant natural treasures, has been a symbol of prosperity for thousands of years.

Jiangnan Road, Qizhou.

Boom!

There were dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and not long after, heavy rain poured down, and the water vapor on both sides of the Pingbo River was evaporating, like the country of Chengze.

The fishermen in the river retreated one after another, only the five-story-high painted boats with heavy drafts were still floating in the river.

In the mist, red flowers can be seen hanging, surrounded by colorful ribbons. If you have five senses, you can even smell the strong smell of powder.

And the faint, ethereal, and soul-stirring sound.

"It is worthy of being the Yanyue District of the Eight Dynasties, a place where gold powder gathers, a place that has been prosperous for more than ten generations..."

A small boat, an oil-paper umbrella, dressed in white, Chu Tianyi carried it with one hand on his back, along the rain curtain beside the umbrella, looking at Jiangnan Road, no, the Ming Dynasty, the most famous fireworks place in the world.

The boats are five stories high, and the interiors are even more luxurious, including gambling houses, tea shops, restaurants, etc.

It is the real gold-selling cave.

The strong wind and rain disturbed the fishermen, but they could not blow these boats, which could be used as battleships, which added a bit of fun to them.

Chu Tianyi could clearly see that many literati, oirans and geishas had gathered on the decks of the boats.

The wind blows and the tide moves, and the fishermen's miserable appearance attracts the attention of the nobles on the boat. Some of them who are unlucky enough to fall into the river will even arouse laughter.

boom!

Gifts were handed out from Chu Tian's clothes and feet, and the boat rushed into the wind and rain like an arrow. His strength left his body and stirred up mist, throwing the fisherman who fell into the water back to his own boat.

He himself, with the help of his own strength, crossed dozens of feet through the wind and rain, and landed on one of the boats amidst the sounds of surprise and applause.

"What a light gong!"

"May I ask what your name is, brother?"

"Could he be a master disciple of Sword Making Villa?"

A noble prince stood up to greet him, and some Confucian scholars were surprised and guessed that there were all charming courtesan and famous actress, their beautiful eyes were flowing, and they seemed to have a heartbeat.

Chu Tianyi's figure is eight feet tall. Dressed in white lining, his aura is cold and chic, his facial features are handsome and distinct, and his eyes are clear and energetic.

In addition, his profound meritorious deeds make him attractive.

call!

The closed paper umbrella opened again, blocking out the wind and rain.

Chu Tianyi ignored the looks and shouts of everyone on the boat, bowed slightly, and said with great energy:

"Jianjian Villa, Chu Tianyi, please see the Sword God!"

His voice was neither high nor low, but it was extremely penetrating. The sound waves reverberated, driving away the wind and rain.

Want to see the sword god?

There was silence at first and then an uproar on the boat.

The Ming Dynasty practiced martial arts, and there were countless martial arts practitioners in the world, and there were even fewer swordsmen who practiced swordsmanship. There was only one person who was qualified to be called a swordsman.

That is, Sword God Mu Qingliu!

Mu Qingliu is a legendary figure in the world.

Unlike Zhang Xuanba, who was born in the royal family and was mostly in the military and temples, Mu Qingliu is a true martial arts legend.

According to legend, he was just a handyman who burned fires at Zhujian Villa at first, and his status was extremely low.

But relying on his own great skills, he betrayed the Sword-making Villa alone and became a Martial Saint in just a few decades.

The 'Hanging Sword Platform' he opened only had four boys carrying swords, and it became the top sect in the world.

Such a legendary figure actually comes to Pingbo River to have fun? !

There was an uproar, but no one responded. Chu Tianyi bowed for a long time, and then said again:

"Chu Tianyi, Master of the Sword Making Villa, requested to meet the Sword God at the behest of the Master of the Dragon Villa, and I hope you will be generous enough to grant him a meeting!"

In the boat, almost everyone was alarmed and opened their windows to look at the deck. However, there were various discussions but no response.

"Chu Tianyi? The Fourth Young Master of Qingzhou, Chu Tianyi, the true disciple of Zhujian Villa?"

Someone recognized Chu Tianyi.

"Mr. Chu, are you looking in the wrong place? In the boat, there are only common people like me, how can there be a sword god?"

Hearing all kinds of noises, Chu Tianyi frowned slightly, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a childish voice:

"Master is drunk. Come in and see him by yourself. I can't wake him up!"

"The Sword God is really here?!"

Hearing these words, the boat immediately started to boil. When Chu Tianyi saw that something was wrong, his true energy surged and shook the boat to calm down the commotion.

"It's time for you to drink and drink, and it's time for you to sleep. If there is any more noise..."

After sweeping through the crowd of drunken and lewd people, Chu Tianyi's voice became cold.

There was no more noise, and he just walked into the boat. Inside, the smell of fat, powder, wine and meat, and an unknown smell were mixed, which was quite pungent.

Chu Tianyi shook his head inwardly.

If he hadn't used his magical power to search for it, he might have thought he was in the wrong place.

How could the majestic Sword God and the Martial Saint come to such a filthy place...

"here!"

The voice came, a silly one, like a child of seven or eight years old waving.

‘The Sword God has accepted a disciple? ’

Chu Tianyi responded, but was extremely surprised in his heart.

Mu Qingliu did not establish a sect, and the Xuanjian Terrace was more of a temporary training ground for him than a sect.

I haven't heard of him taking on a disciple for seventy or eighty years. How could he take on such a little guy?

While pacing, he looked at this little guy. He had a childish face and a wooden sword hanging from his waist. He was naive and stupid, and his aptitude seemed to be average...

"Big brother is so handsome."

The little guy's face was full of envy.

Chu Tianyi smiled and asked: "Are you the disciple of the Sword God? What's your name?"

"My name is Shansheng, and I am a wild child in the painting boat. When my master passed by, he insisted on taking me as his disciple and couldn't be driven away."

The little guy was boasting.

Chu Tianyi was speechless and stopped. He didn't dare to enter the door without permission. He bowed and called again:

"Sword casting..."

"It's so noisy!"

Accompanied by a strong smell of alcohol, a hoarse voice interrupted his words. Chu Tianyi was startled and bowed even more. He glanced at him.

In the room, there was a drunkard stretching.

He was an old man in a gray robe, not young, not tall, and very unremarkable. Even his hands were short and thick, without any trace of sword practice.

"I..."

Chu Tianyi was not a good speaker, but he was born in a big family and knew how to be tactful. But at this moment, he was too shocked and was a little speechless.

Is this Mu Qingliu? !

Is this the Sword God? !

Slap!

Chu Tianyi didn't react after a slap, and was slapped again. The two slaps made his eyes black and his head buzzed.

"One slap for disturbing my sweet dreams, and one slap for looking at me with dog eyes."

The gray-robed old man yawned and stood up, looking at Chu Tianyi coldly:

"In this chaotic world, fortunes fluctuate, the Buddhist disciples of Lan Ke, the great scholars of Long Yuan, the Wu Qu of the northwest, the Tian Dao of Lingnan, and the little Taoist priests of Xuankong Mountain barely worth looking at.

How come the Sword Casting Villa only has you?"

Chu Tianyi was stunned by the slap. He opened his mouth, and the shame and anger he had never experienced before flashed in his heart.

He wanted to argue, but he had no way to say it.

Slap!

Another slap came, Chu Tianyi was startled, subconsciously took a step back, but was slapped twice.

This time, he was really angry, and he subconsciously grabbed the sleeves, but he touched nothing.

"Seven Kills and Seven Devil Sword Intent? Haha, even if the Sword Red Knight is resurrected, he can't beat me. Can the sword intent be used as a means?"

Playing with a small pocket sword, Mu Qingliu snorted and threw it back:

"What do you mean by breaking rather than bending? The Sword Red Knight will only mislead the students. What is a sword? It's just a piece of iron. You can break it if you want to, and you have to bend it if you need to!"

Sneak!

Thu Tianyi took the small sword woodenly, and his heart was shocked. He felt that this sentence went straight into his heart.

Since he got the magical power of "predicting the future", he lost the courage to move forward. In the illusion, he avoided fighting Yang Yu several times, and his sword heart almost collapsed.

And at this moment, hearing this sentence, he couldn't help but ripple in his heart.

As he thought about it, the anger in his heart disappeared. He puffed out his cheeks and bowed to thank him: "Thank you for the guidance of the Sword God!"

"It's not stupid."

Mu Qingliu nodded reluctantly. Just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly shook.

No one saw how he moved, and Chu Tianyi didn't even notice it. When he found that there was no one in front of him, he had already appeared on the deck.

In the wind and rain, Mu Qingliu looked to the northwest, and vaguely seemed to sense the changes in the qi in the far distance.

No blood and qi were surging, no true qi leaked, he just stood quietly, as if he had cut through the wind and rain in the sky.

"He asked me to come out of the mountain, for this person? It seems a bit of an exaggeration..."

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Within ten days, the entire northwest road fell, and all the court forces withdrew.

Yulongguan Lin Daoren was promoted to the Martial Saint.

Any of these events, which are enough to spread all over the world, actually happened in ten days, in the same place, which naturally caused a shock to the world.

Ding'an Dao, Linlong Dao, Northwest Dao, Lingnan Dao... Even in the two dynasties outside the Great Wall, there are strong men coming out of the secluded places.

Some look north, some look south, some frown, some sneer...

And in the vortex of the storm, Lin Daoren did not leave after all, and the breakthrough of the Martial Saint was also not achieved overnight.

The will of martial arts requires a long time to get familiar with, stabilize, and cultivate.

After issuing the letter of challenge, Qi Daoguang never returned to Northwest Dao City, but with the flying eagle patrolling, Yang Yu naturally knew that he was sharpening his halberd in the mountains and waiting for the day.

But he seemed to have no intention of preparing for war.

On the second day of Lin Daoren's promotion to the Martial Saint Feast, he left Northwest Dao City and came to the farmland 800 miles away from the city.

The long winter had just passed, and the endless farmland was very busy, some of whom were farmers and some were soldiers.

The farmland that was under strict guard was obviously different from the others. An old man was busy. Seeing Yang Yu, he hurried forward.

This man was the world-famous doctor Chen Jinshui who was captured by Lin Daoren in Ding'an Dao.

"Taisui does have the ability to split and regenerate, but is there any taboo in planting it artificially?"

Chen Jinshui was a little nervous as he carefully reported the progress.

He never dreamed that he would be able to come into contact with the "Taisui demon" that countless martial artists fought and robbed, and he never thought that the man in front of him would plant Tai Sui...

Is there a taboo in planting Tai Sui?

Of course there is!

But compared to the taboo, the benefits are too great. Tai Sui does not pick the soil, does not hurt the land, can be used to satisfy hunger, can be used as medicine, can not only split itself, but also mix with other plants, which will greatly increase its yield.

With such a big benefit, Yang Yu naturally doesn't care about the slight taboo.

"Just plant the crops. As for the taboos, I'll take care of them."

"This..."

Chen Jinshui sighed, but had to agree.

First, people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and second, this person has given too much.

He has been practicing medicine for decades. What kind of gold, silver, treasures, beauties and treasures has he not seen?

But he has never seen Dao fruit...

Yang Yu naturally knows his thoughts. Through the Book of Life and Death, he knows Chen Jinshui as well as himself:

"I will give you a lot, but a Dao fruit is not worth it for Yang to regret."

"I will repay you with my life!"

Chen Jinshui was excited and thanked him repeatedly, but he saw that the adult in front of him was stunned for some reason, and his eyes were even brighter.

"My lord?"

He asked carefully.

Yang Yu seemed unaware, and his mind was gathered in his chest.

In the cauldron of gluttony, a broken knife was buzzing and emitting rays of light.

"Old man..."

Good night, good night everyone.