A person's name often had its origin or meaning. For example, Ning Que, Sangsang, and Jun Mo. Of course, names like Cuihua and Erya were excluded.
Li Manman was called Li Manman because he was very slow. He talked and acted slowly, walked slowly, and even cultivated slowly.
It took him 17 years to reach the No Doubts State, which was totally incomparable to his Younger Brothers and Sisters. Of course, after that, he suddenly became very fast. It only took him three months to reach the Seethrough State and then the Knowing Destiny State in the evening.
Li Manman was such a person. At the beginning, he was extremely slow, and then he became extremely fast. He walked extremely slowly, but he was the fastest person in the world. Similarly, he had never fought before. Whether it was Ye Su or anyone else, he had always admitted this, but he had never believed it to be the truth. Then he learned to fight and kill, so he became fast.
He mastered countless fighting skills at an unimaginable speed, such as Chen Pipi's Natural Stream Magical Finger, Jun Mo's Mutual Respect, Haoran Sword, and the Headmaster's cudgel, including the one he used to stab the Abbey Dean.
He used Liu Bai's sword.
Of course, such a sword was not slow.
This was Li Manman, the slowest Li Manman, the fastest Li Manman.
The Abbey Dean stood on the Snow-capped Peak and looked up at the bright moon surrounded by stars in the night sky. He praised, "You have taught a good disciple."
There was no resentment in his words, only admiration.
Even though he was a Grand Cultivator in the State of Pureness and could be indifferent to the greed, anger, and infatuation of the world, it was not the same as ignoring them. The Abbey Dean still had his own pursuit. Ever since he was defeated by the Headmaster, he never expected to defeat him. But he still hoped that his disciple could defeat the Headmaster's disciple.
In fact, the two disciples he taught were indeed great. Ye Su founded the New Stream and eventually became a sage. However, he was clear that Ye Su's transformation was inseparable from Li Manman's enlightenment in Chang 'an. Long Qing walked on a path that no one had ever walked before, but he was still killed by Ning Que.
Eldest Brother bowed slightly when he heard the Abbey Dean praising the Headmaster. He did not think much of it. In his eyes, it was a matter of course. Otherwise, why would the Abbey Dean let his son be the Headmaster's disciple?
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The night grew darker. It was the real night, and it also represented the night spreading from the north. Just like in the past few years, the human world was slowly getting colder. In the past, the West-Hill Divine Kingdom was as warm as spring even in the middle of winter. But now, there had been several snowfalls, and the green mountains were covered with snow.
Snow covered the field. The Tang Army from the north and the Great River Kingdom from the south had invaded the West-Hill Divine Kingdom more than ten days ago. The Cavalrymen of Divine Halls retreated in defeat and finally retreated within a radius of hundreds of miles around Peach Mountain. All the passages from Peach Mountain to the human world had fallen into the hands of the Tang Army and the Great River Kingdom's army. Peach Mountain was trapped and became a lonely peak.
The situation had been going on for more than ten days, and the Tang army had not launched the final attack. Mr. Second and Mr. Third, who represented the Academy, had not entered the town. No one knew where they went. Perhaps it was because they did not have the confidence to break the Array of Clear Light that enveloped the Peach Mountain, or because of the butcher in the town?
The longer the battle went on, the worse it would be for the enemy army to be besieged. Xu Chi was the leader of the Tang Army. Logically, he would not make such a mistake, so it meant that the Academy was in charge.
Just like the previous nights, the wind and snow were still falling slowly tonight. The town was quiet, as if nothing would happen again, and they would have to suffer the next morning …
But footsteps were heard outside the town.
The butcher took off his leather coat and picked up the heavy butcher knife from the chopping board. He walked out of the door and looked at Jun Mo, who was walking slowly towards him. His expression was extremely indifferent, or rather cold.
"Are you here to die?"
Jun Mo stopped in front of him and raised one hand to salute. He said, "The Drunkard is dead."
The cloud that looked like a painful human face was still floating in the night sky in the faraway town in the north. It was actually not very high, so it should not be visible from the Peach Mountain thousands of miles away.
But there were people who could see it clearly.
The butcher came from the small town in the north. How could he not see the cloud? He had lived with the Drunkard in this world for countless years. How could he not hear the news of his death?
He said nothing and looked at Jun Mo silently, as if he was looking at a dead man.
Anyone who was stared at by the butcher in this way would feel scared, or at least a little uneasy or cold. But Jun Mo's expression did not change at all.
"The Drunkard is dead."
Jun Mo repeated calmly. He was not deliberately pointing out the fact and the key point to provoke the butcher. He was just stating an objective fact, including the next sentence.
"You will die too."
The butcher frowned slightly and said, "How?"
Jun Mo said, "We all know that you and the Drunkard are afraid of death. That's why you have lived for so many years. But his death proves that he was wrong. If you don't want to die, you should take a different path from him."
The butcher said, "He followed the Abbey Dean, and I guarded the Taoist Gate. That's different."
Jun Mo said, "There are thousands of paths in the world, not just these two."
The butcher said, "What else?"
Jun Mo said, "How do you choose the crossroads? Which side do you put your chips on? If the two paths don't work, there is a third one. Haotian has returned to Chang 'an. You have no reason not to choose this path. "
"Logically … according to my fear of death … I should choose this path. I have never seen Haotian in the Divine Kingdom, but I have seen her in the human world. I have received a promise from her, but …"
The butcher paused for a moment and said, "I don't want to choose this path."
Jun Mo vaguely guessed what he was thinking. He bowed respectfully again and said, "Please enlighten me."
The butcher's hand that held the hilt slightly loosened or tightened, just like his voice. He said firmly and calmly, "Cultivators who know me and the Drunkard always think that he is a relatively carefree person, while I am a relatively bloodthirsty and cruel person. But in fact, I have rarely killed in the past tens of thousands of years."
Jun Mo said, "Indeed."
The butcher said, "I don't kill because I am afraid of death. I am really afraid. But I only have one companion. He was killed by the Academy. I have to do something for him."
Jun Mo was silent.
The butcher said, "Because I am his only companion."
Jun Mo was still silent. After a long while, he said, "That makes sense."
It did make sense.
For people like the Drunkard and the butcher, if not for each other's companions, they would have been lost in the endless and endless journey of cultivation. No one could bear that kind of loneliness.
Fortunately, they could be companions.
They were each other's only companions. If the butcher did not do something for the Drunkard, no one else would.
Jun Mo thought the butcher's words made sense, so he stopped trying to persuade him.
He had always respected reason.
He took out the perfectly straight iron sword and said, "Please."
The butcher raised the greasy butcher's knife and said, "I will cut a way out."
There was no way out, so he had to cut a way out.
The butcher raised his knife and cut towards Jun Mo. There was no movement or skill. You could not even feel the aura of heaven and earth on the knife. It looked like, no, a simple cut.
Of course, it was not a simple cut.
If someone cut thousands of people with a butcher's knife every day for more than three hundred days every year, how many times had he cut for tens of thousands of years?
No one had done it. Only the butcher did it. And only he could do it. Because he had lived long enough, so he had cultivated for a long time.
It was said that cultivation depended on talent and diligence. The butcher's talent in cultivation was naturally one of the best in history. His diligence was also one of the best. What did it mean when the two were combined?
Thousands multiplied by three hundred and then tens of thousands. How many cuts would it be?
It meant that this cut was invincible.
Even if Liu Bai came back to life, he would not be able to take it.
And the Abbey Dean would not want to take it.
Except for Ke Haoran, no one could take the Butcher's knife.
Jun Mo's eyes lit up.
He knew what this cut meant. The two words were dazzling.
The Youngest Uncle was his idol. He wanted to take it.
If his arms were intact, he might take it.
But now he only had one arm. One end of the iron sword was in his hand, and the other end was in the snow.
That was the rootless willow.
The light in his eyes dimmed, and then brightened again. Everything was calm again.
Jun Mo took a step back. He held the iron sword upside down, lifted his knee, and kicked upwards with his left foot.
This kick was aimed at the sky. It was called the Sky Kicking Kick.
He kicked the head of the iron sword.
The iron sword whistled through the air, but it did not leave. It was like a bowstring.
One end of the bowstring was in his hand, and the other end was under his feet.
The iron knife hit the iron sword. The bowstring was bent, but not broken.
The iron sword was like a bowstring. Jun Mo was like an arrow. He retreated like lightning, retreating hundreds of feet along the long street.
In the end, he did not choose to take the Butcher's knife.
Because tonight, he was not fighting alone.
He was the proud Jun Mo, but he was also the Second Brother of the Academy.
However, the Butcher's knife intent was so horrible that it still followed him.
With a horrible sound, the iron sword bent sharply.
Finally, it touched his crown.
His hair had not yet returned to its original length, but tonight he was wearing the ancient crown again.
The crown was like a boat, helping him sail in the huge waves of the aura of Heaven and Earth, without turning sideways or capsizing.
Jun Mo continued to retreat, out of the town, and under the cliff.
The saber intent was still there. With a swish, a clear crack appeared on his chest, and a deep mark appeared on his iron sword.
This iron sword, at the bottom of the Giant Sinkhole in the Western Wilderness, had led the serfs to fight against the Xuankong Temple for several years. It had never been broken, but was later repaired. Tonight, it was almost cut by the Butcher's knife.
What a horrible knife. It was indeed invincible.
Jun Mo retreated to the cliff.
His right foot fell, and the Sky Kicking Kick became like a pine, nailed to the ground, and no longer retreated.
The Butcher also arrived.
Different from what people thought, the Butcher's speed was not too slow.
Jun Mo's lips were overflowing with blood. Looking at the second knife that broke through the night, his expression was extremely calm.
He could not block the Butcher's knife. He retreated hundreds of feet, but he was still injured.
But he wanted the Butcher to come here.
A shrill cicada sounded.
It seemed that a huge cicada opened its transparent wings in front of the cliff.
It happened to cover the place where the Butcher stood.
The Butcher entered the world of cicada wings, which was completely isolated from the world of Haotian.
Even the Grand Cultivators who had surpassed the Five States could not create their own world, especially the world made of two transparent cicada wings, which seemed to be indestructible.
"Cold Cicada can't trap me!"
The Butcher's beard and hair were flying. With a roar, he chopped at the transparent world barrier!
A sharp sound rang out!
A crack appeared on the transparent cicada wings!
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(I also want to name this chapter: The Butcher's Knife … There is another chapter.)
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