"Senior brother, is it okay if the master doesn't eat or drink like this?"
It was getting late, Li Xin'an looked at the closed door worriedly and said.
Sanyu seemed very leisurely, lying on Pei Min's recliner, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, and said, "It's no problem. With their level of cultivation, they can go without eating or drinking for a month without any problem."
Li Xin'an glanced at San Yu. The terrifying coercion coming from the room made both him and Wu Xiang feel breathless, but San Yu acted as if nothing was wrong.
"Brother, can I ask you a question?"
"Which of us brothers is following whom? If you have anything to say, just say it." Sanyu said carelessly.
"How long have you been practicing with Master?"
Sanyu frowned and thought for a while, "I have been following the old man since I was a child. I was about your age at that time. It must have been fifteen or sixteen years now."
"Then what level of cultivation are you at now?"
"Not high, in the middle of the second grade."
"Twenty-year-old second-grade median?" Li Xin'an was dumbfounded.
Where can there be such an amazing and talented young man!
"Why are you surprised? My cultivation speed is far behind those of real masters!" Sanyu sat up from the recliner and told Li Xin'an stories about the world with great interest.
"There are currently four masters of the Heavenly Realm in the world. Master Kasyapa of the Great Bodhidharma Temple in the Western Regions was recognized as the reincarnation of Arhat at the age of three. He inherited the mantle of the abbot and accepted the inheritance of several eminent monks. He entered the second level at the age of nine.
, he reached the peak of the second rank at the age of fifteen. The following year he put down the civil strife in Tubo and entered the first rank. At the age of forty, he became a heavenly being, five years earlier than that old man Pei Min!"
"The faster one is the contemporary Wudang Master Zhang Guanqing. Before he took over as Wudang Master at the age of thirty, no one in the world had heard of his name. Wudang disciples traveled down the mountain and never mentioned that there was this person on Wudang Mountain.
The outside world couldn't help but become interested in the strength of this headmaster. The newly appointed headmaster of Longhu Mountain, Yuyi Zhenren Zhang Luhong, came to the door with the Zhenshan Sword, and the battle between the two Taoist courts officially began. In the end, Zhang Guanqing won, and the Heaven and Human Realm
His cultivation shocked the world, and Zhang Luhong became sick with grief and anger after his defeat, and vomited blood and died. Now Zhang is over sixty years old. Except for one fight with Master Kasyapa and Alliance Leader Murong ten years ago, he has never taken action again.
Oh, I did fight with the master once, but the two only competed in swordsmanship, and he couldn't test Zhang Zhang's true strength. There are rumors in the world that Zhang Zhang has already broken through the realm of heaven and human, and become an immortal.
Only day and night."
Sanyu looked solemn, "Master also said that this possibility is possible."
"Can you really reach immortality?" Li Xin'an felt that his understanding of the world collapsed.
"Who knows." Sanyu shrugged and then sighed.
"Alas, not only these old monsters in the heaven and human realm, but also the powerful man who is now famous in the world, the owner of Xueyue Villa, Luo Wanbai, is a woman, entered the first rank at the age of twenty-eight, and entered the true state at the age of thirty-three. The dean of Qilin Academy,
The great Confucian Confucius also died at the age of thirty, as well as the knight-errant Song Ziyi, the master of Shandong boxing Meng Dongting, the hero Mu Jingcheng, the master of Tianji Tower Situ Longdeng who is rumored to have disappeared without a trace, and even the figure on the magic path, the master of the Demonic Shadow Pavilion.
Chengfeng and Tian Cuo, the flying thief, both entered the state of return to true nature at the age of thirty. Like me, how could it be possible to enter the state of return to true nature in ten years? Compared with them, I am not even as good as me!"
Seeing this, Li Xin'an hurriedly comforted him: "It's okay, senior brother, you are competing with strong people who have been famous for a long time. Aren't you the best among your peers?"
Sanyu showed a smile that was uglier than crying, "Hey, if that's the case, forget it. But since I followed that old man Pei Min, he hasn't let me go to the Tianji Tower's martial arts review every year! I don't want to talk about hiding one's strength and biding one's time.
Go, he stayed at home with me. Well, I won’t go, and then I turned around and saw that the old guy had disappeared, and I..."
In the eyes of Li Xin'an who tried his best to hold back his smile, he finally did not say anything treacherous.
"Every time the old man comes back, he tells me that among the younger generation in the world, no one is my opponent, so that I can practice with peace of mind. Come on, since the master has said this, the apprentice can no longer care. I will always
I practiced peacefully under his protection, and then last year, a young man appeared in Jiannan Road."
Li Xin'an's eyes became serious. Sanyu mentioned this person for no reason. There must be something wrong with him.
"Junior brother, have you ever heard a poem?"
"What?"
"Kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace in a thousand miles."
"Hiss...I have an impression."
"This was written by that young man who is about the same age as me, but a few years older than me, and he named himself the Green Lotus Sword Immortal."
Li Xin'an was really shocked this time, and lost her voice: "Why is he so arrogant? Sword Immortal is a title that can only be obtained by masters of swordsmanship in Guizhen Realm. Could it be that he..."
Sanyu slapped his little head and said, "What are you thinking about? He is not the reincarnation of Arhat. There is no way he could have died in his twenties. There is real news about him in the world, but he is only a middle-ranking second-class man."
"Then why did you mention him specifically?" Li Xin'an was confused.
"Because he killed a red-clothed envoy of the Demonic Shadow Pavilion, a first-level master of the Yuan Return Realm!"
"This..." Li Xin'an was shocked for a long time, and then said weakly: "Isn't this impossible?"
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Sanyu smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I don't think it is possible, but at that time, no less than a hundred people saw the Green Lotus Sword Immortal confronting the red envoy of the Demon Shadow Pavilion. In ten steps, the young man only walked ten steps.
With one step, the red-robed envoy fell to the ground with his head."
"But the most shocking thing is not this. Under the master of the Demon Shadow Pavilion, Si Chengfeng, there are four red envoys, that is, four first-level masters of the Yuan Yuan Realm. If any one of them dies, it will be against the devil.
A heavy blow to the Shadow Pavilion. But this time, the Shadow Pavilion did not retaliate against the young man. It allowed him to leave peacefully, and even took away the head of the red-dressed envoy. There were rumors in the world that Si Cheng
Feng admires that young man very much, and even intends to give him the position of the master of the Demonic Shadow Pavilion!"
"Since then, the reputation of this Green Lotus Sword Immortal has been famous. Someone saw him on Huainan Road, with a mere second-grade average strength, hunting down the flying robber Tian Cuo. The spies from Tianji Tower followed him for three days and three days.
At night, he saw the two of them toasting to each other under the moonlight. Later, he went to Qilin Academy, where Dean Kong Yan personally received him. They talked all night long in the Junzi Hall, the holy place of the academy, and consumed all the candles in the Junzi Hall.
He drank all the wine at Qilin Academy. Later, there were rumors that he went to Xueyue Villa, and Luo Wanbai broke the centuries-old rule of not letting men into the Villa for him... There are too many beautiful things about this family, but pity me, I'm still stuck here.
One-third of an acre of land, serving that old guy Pei Min every day, doing laundry and cooking, ugh!"
Li Xin'an stepped forward, patted his senior brother on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Senior brother, you must believe in the master. Even if there is the Qinglian Sword Immortal in front of you, you will not be the best in the world in the future, but you can still be the second in the world."
Sanyu raised his head and gave him a roll of his eyes, "Hey, thank you."
"Senior brother, I keep talking about that Qinglian Sword Immortal, what is his name?" Li Xin'an asked curiously.
"Oh, his name is Li Bai. He is the son of a wealthy businessman. Although his strength is mysterious and unpredictable, his ambition is not to be in the world. His poems are widely circulated in Jiannan and Guizhou. He is determined to help the world and become an able minister.
.So, hey, your senior brother still has a chance."
"Oh, to be the number one in the world with an unjustified reputation?"
Sanyu was speechless for a moment, and became angry and said: "Whose name is not right, and what he said is wrong! If he wants to pursue an official career, martial arts will definitely be abandoned. Now he is in the limelight, but it will be a thing of the past after all. Do I need to go out to find him?"
If I really go, I will not come to challenge you but murder the imperial official!"
Li Xin'an curled her lips, "Even so, senior brother, don't be too arrogant. You are invincible among your peers, but that may not be the case among the younger generations."
"Oh? What do you mean?"
Li Xin'an pointed at herself.
"Hey, I will surpass you!"
Sanyu looked at his junior brother in astonishment, and after a while, he burst out laughing.
"Why are you laughing!" Li Xin'an said angrily, his face turned red.
"Oh, junior brother, it's not that senior brother is attacking you. I'm three levels ahead of you. To surpass me, you have to hope that I will suffer heavy losses and my cultivation will stagnate for ten years. One generation will have another generation.
Jianghu, your Jianghu is different from the master, and different from me. Your target should not be me."
Sanyu's face suddenly turned serious, and he held Li Xin'an's shoulders with both hands, making him look directly into his eyes.
"You have to remember these two people. Murong Bai, the son of the martial arts leader Murong De, is only three years old and is already in the fifth rank. Xuanyuan Youpeng, the disciple of Si Chengfeng, the master of the Demon Shadow Pavilion, is twelve years old and is in the middle of the third rank. This
Two, one white and one black, one good and one evil, are the ones you will face in the future."
"And this is only the Central Plains of the Tang Dynasty. The world outside the Tang Dynasty includes the Western Regions, the Northern Territory, the Southern Borders, Japan, and Nanyang. Those are places that even the martial arts people from the Central Plains have not been to. These places
, is the real world!"
He let go of his hand, but there was a bit of a cruel smile on his face, "Junior brother, you have just become a disciple, so for the first lesson after becoming a disciple, I will teach you on your behalf. What I want to teach you is,
The dignity of a swordsman must not be insulted!"
He turned around and walked into the house, and when he came out again, he already had a sword in his hand.
Sword name: Gange.
"Junior brother, you have to know that as a swordsman, not all cats and dogs can make trouble. That is an insult to the swordsman, and the more master you are, the more so." He narrowed his eyes and looked at the door.
, murmured: "But there are three first-level masters inside, and they still dare to make trouble. Could it be that they think they have lived too long?"
The long sword was unsheathed and headed straight for the door.
Zhao Ziwu, the head of the Nanshan Sword Sect, is ranked in the middle of the second rank. In this city of Chang'an, he cannot be said to be a strong master, but he is still ranked high.
His Nanshan Sword Sect can be considered a mid-level sect, and it has a place in the Tianji Tower Martial Arts Review every year.
But what makes Zhao Ziwu most proud is not this, but his status.
His status in the hearts of dignitaries.
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I remember that back then, Li Xin'an, the young master of Li Linfu's family, went out to recruit martial arts masters and also set his sights on himself. He ran to his house for three months and brought countless gold and silver treasures.
Zhao Ziwu reluctantly agreed.
Of course, he is not really arrogant, but he is testing Li Xin'an's bottom line. He is also trying to show off to the world, letting everyone in the world know that the Nanshan Sword Sect in Chang'an City and even the young master of the Prime Minister's Mansion are thinking about it.
Zhao Ziwu didn't want to go inside!
The longer he delays, the better and louder his reputation will be.
As he wished, when Zhao Ziwu finally left the Nanshan Sword Sect and moved into the luxurious courtyard prepared by Li Xin'an, the Nanshan Sword Sect became famous for a while and its status in the world was at its peak. The newcomers of the Sword Sect reached an unprecedented level.
Having passed the peak, Zhao Ziwu felt that his name would be passed down forever in the history of Nanshan Sword Sect together with the founder.
However, what Zhao Ziwu didn't expect was that Li Xin'an not only invited him, but also almost all the famous masters in Chang'an City. With more than thirty people crowded into a courtyard, his status suddenly
It became very embarrassing.
So what the world is paying attention to is no longer Zhao Ziwu's strength or the Nanshan Sword Sect, but Li Xin'an's financial resources.
Surrendering to the wealth and power, those people recruited by Li Xin'an suddenly became street rats in the world, and everyone shouted for beatings.
As for this year's Tianji Tower Martial Arts Review, the Nanshan Sword Sect did not receive an invitation.
Even so, forget it, the road to the world is impassable, and he still has a dream of going to court. It has long been heard that Li Linfu has a killer organization, the Blood Clothes Hall, which is not only responsible for killing people and protecting Li Linfu, but also responsible for recruiting Jianghu forces.
He could have taken the Nanshan Sword Sect to the imperial court and defected to him.
Zhao Ziwu made up his mind, but just when he wanted to take the opportunity to clarify the matter with Li Xin'an, he was kicked out inexplicably.
Having lost his greatest support, Zhao Ziwu never regained his previous glory. His mortal enemy united more than a dozen small sects and government forces, and took advantage of Chu Yingsheng's failed attempt to assassinate Li Linfu and the city's martial law to carve up the Nanshan Sword Sect.
It's spotless.
He has nothing now.
But, it's not that bad.
Pei Min, a master of the Heavenly Realm, came to the capital, and the two great gods of Chang'an City, Zhong Nanxun and Quan Wanqiu, accompanied him. And just this morning, how many people saw Quan Wanqiu dragging a sword-making furnace and swaggering
Walked through Zhuque Street?
Pei Min is going to make a sword!
A sword forged by a master of the Heavenly Realm is enough to make the entire world go crazy for it.
If he gets that sword, wouldn't it be possible for the Nanshan Sword Sect to make a comeback?
Zhao Ziwu knew his own strength very well. In front of Pei Min, he was nothing but scum. Pei Min could easily kill him instantly without drawing a sword. But now, he was really making swords.
All of Pei Min's energy must be focused on the sword-making furnace, and there is no time to take care of other things.
Greed defeats reason, and in front of crazy people, life and death can be ignored.
Zhao Ziwu followed all the way and came to this familiar place.
He never imagined that the yard he just moved out of two days ago would have a new owner.
Could it be that the Sword Master of the Tang Dynasty also succumbed to a generation of traitors? Zhao Ziwu couldn't help but laugh in his heart. It turns out that the heavenly beings who are so high above are no different from us small fish and shrimps.
The terrifying aura coming from the courtyard was undoubtedly that Pei Min, Zhong Nanxun and Quan Wanqiu were all forging swords. None of the three were free, not even a protector.
Isn’t that too arrogant!
In Zhao Ziwu's opinion, the matter of seizing the sword has become a mess. The most troublesome thing is the people outside.
Zhao Ziwu looked around, and the originally bustling streets seemed a bit deserted at the moment, with only dozens of figures scattered at random.
But these are all big and small masters in Chang'an City, and there are people who are in the middle or even high ranks of the second rank.
Zhao Ziwu was the first person to arrive and the person closest to the door.
"Strike first to gain advantage, strike later to suffer disaster!" Zhao Ziwu thought to himself, glancing at these people without leaving a trace, "I won't play with you anymore, so take the first step!"
He jumped up to the door, pressed the door knocker, and was about to push the door open.
Then he saw the door made of sandalwood shatter into pieces, and a sword struck directly at the door.
That was the last thing he saw in his life.
Oh, yes, there is one more sentence.
"Pei Min's eldest disciple Sanyu is here, who dares to make a mistake!"