Yan Li followed the guard who led the way and passed through the Watery Residence. The reserved luxury of this ancient manor unfolded before his eyes like a painting. In front of the passage under the grapevines was a winding gravel path. The gravel was polished from a kind of nephrite and was very comfortable to step on. There was a garden on the left and a garden on the right. There was a sword-shaped lamppost about nine feet tall every ten meters along the road. Blue stone lanterns hung down from the handguards on both sides and were embedded with sea blue stones carved with talismans. This stone had the special effect of being bright and lasting. Due to the great risk of carving talismans, success or failure depended on fate, it was worth about five hundred soul stones. He had seen it many times in the market square, auction house, and so on. After learning the price, he felt that it was unreasonable and thought that no one in this world would be stupid enough to spend five hundred soul stones for illumination. He didn't expect that he was a frog in a well.
"Is there a mine for soul stones in your manor?" He couldn't be blamed for asking such a question. There were hundreds of such lamps along the way, and they cost more than fifty thousand soul stones to build.
When the guard who led the way heard this, he almost burst out laughing. Realizing that the person behind him was Yan Tudao, he held back his laughter and said, "Young Master Yan, you must be joking. The most important task in the manor, from the Lord to us handpicked guards, is to practice and comprehend swordsmanship. We don't have the time to mine." Although he didn't burst out laughing, his last sentence revealed his contempt.
Yan Li sensed the meaning in it, as well as another meaning. He couldn't help but shake his head and smile. At this time, he had actually come to his senses. He himself was worth more than ten million, and Dragon Order City was constantly creating wealth for him, so there was really no need to make a fuss about it. After calming his mind, he began to appreciate the beautiful scenery of the manor.
These lamps weren't just for the sake of luxury. The bright light almost illuminated the entire garden.
Yan Li was admiring the rare flowers in the garden. Suddenly, he saw that the sun had not completely set in the distant sky, leaving behind a trace of dusky yellow. However, as the light dimmed, the darkness dimmed. At this moment, he could clearly feel the rotation of time. The majestic pulse of everything in the world was proof of the eternal flow of the river of time. This feeling completely disappeared at a certain moment. Finally, the light devoured the darkness in the distant sky, and he experienced the beauty of the setting sun that Yan Shiyi loved the most. Although he was being embraced by the light, his heart was filled with melancholy, as if he had lost something precious. However, just as he turned the corner, a lake suddenly appeared. The cool lake breeze rustled the willows, and in the midst of the swaying shadows of the trees, a barefooted girl in white was hidden. The mountain breeze blew her silvery black hair, and it became the finishing touch of the entire painting. He suddenly couldn't restrain his impulse. Under the surprised gaze of the guard, he rushed over and hugged the girl from behind.
Gu Caiwei was startled as he sensed a familiar breath. Only then did his tensed body relax. He felt that he was even more forceful than when they were reunited after six years of separation. He could not help but ask, "What is it?"
"I missed you," Yan Li said.
"There's someone." Gu Caiwei was slightly shy.
"Don't be afraid." Yan Li hugged him even tighter, as if he wanted to fill up his heart.
Gu Caiwei's heart softened. "You're an adult, yet you're acting like a child." After a while, she felt a strange gaze on her, and her face couldn't help but heat up. She suddenly thought of something, "Let go, I haven't forgiven you. You're not allowed to hug me, go hug another woman!"
Yan Li kept hugging him and said with a smile, "That's weird. What did I do to deserve your forgiveness?"
Gu Caiwei was particularly angry when he thought of what he had seen in the Sunset Residence in the afternoon. He struggled free and said, "You know it yourself. Do you need me to tell you?"
Lead the two of them
Seeing that the two of them had separated, the guard hurriedly rushed over and said, "Young Master Yan, Miss Caiwei, it's getting late. The young Lord is still waiting."
"Let's go over first." Yan Li nodded.
As they walked along the shore, they discovered that there was actually a row of guards dressed in martial attire standing as straight as swords. Each of them had their hands on their swords, and their eyes were focused. Even when Gu Caiwei walked in front of them, they didn't look away.
After walking for a while, the road gradually widened into a horse path. There was actually a carriage waiting in front of them. The two of them boarded the carriage, and the coachman drove them through a plank road. Unexpectedly, a bridge appeared in front of them.
Yan Li focused her eyes and saw that there was a brightly lit island in the middle of the lake.
The coachman was an old man with white hair and wrinkled skin. Sensing Yan Li's surprise, he smiled and said, "This is Dragonheart Island. Normally, the Lord will open it for a banquet only during the Reunion Festival. This time, the young Lord specially asked the Lord for permission to host the two of you."
"Such a high standard. I'm afraid it's not for me, right?" Yan Li smiled and looked at Gu Caiwei. The latter snorted and turned her head away, ignoring him.
"Young Master Yan, you underestimate yourself!" The coachman said. "You're one of the top swordsmen among the younger generation in the world. The Lord only agreed to this banquet because he heard that you were invited."
Yan Li's gaze fell on the coachman's hand. He could see that it was slender and strong. The bones in his hand protruded, but the palm that held the reins was very smooth. He smiled and asked, "How should I address you, Senior?"
The coachman smiled as well. "I'm Wu Sanyuan."
Yan Li said, "Senior, you've immersed yourself in swordplay all your life. How would I dare to call myself an expert in front of you?"
Wu Sanyuan was slightly surprised. Then, he shook his head and laughed. "Young Master Yan, you might not know, but even a coachman like me will be replaced sooner or later if I don't practice swordplay in the Sword God Villa. In the pugilistic world, many cultivators cry and beg to come here because the Lord will teach them sword techniques even if they're just a coachman. However, it's a big mistake to think that you'll become powerful after practicing for a long time. "
"Senior, you've misunderstood me." Yan Li smiled and said, "Life is short. If one can persist in one thing until the end of his life, be it cultivation or swordplay, he's worthy of respect."
Wu Sanyuan fell silent. After a while, he tightened his grip on the reins and said, "You can tell from my hand, right? Indeed, I've held the sword my whole life. My hand and the sword hilt have become one, and the callus has long fallen off. However, my lifetime of practice can't compare to a year of effort from a talented person. "
Yan Li also fell silent. Any consolation at this moment would seem especially hypocritical. In just half a day's time, what he encountered gave him a clear understanding of the Sword God Villa.
"Haha!" Wu Sanyuan suddenly laughed out loud. "This world is so strange. You say it's unfair, right? Everyone only has one life, and only one chance to live. What's unfair about it? Actually, I've already gotten over it many years ago. It's just that today, Yan Tu Dao actually calls me senior. My life isn't in vain. "
Although Yan Li would never belittle himself, when he heard Wu Sanyuan's words, even with his thick skin, he still felt a little embarrassed. "To take back the lost time, you need to pay a price that's several times more. That's all." Gu Caiwei, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly let out a tinkling laugh. "Little b * tch, you're shy."
"I'm not."
Every one of your
This time, he would even scratch his ears when he was embarrassed. I saw it! "
"Everyone scratches their ears. This doesn't mean anything."
"A real man dares to take responsibility for his actions!"
"I don't want to be a real man. I want to be your little man and enjoy my life in the Southern Fields."
"You're not ashamed!"
"It's already like this, why should I be ashamed?"
"…"
Listening to the two bickering, Wu Sanyuan revealed a knowing smile and purposely slowed down the speed of the carriage. He remembered when he was young. In order to pursue a higher realm in the way of the sword, he resolutely abandoned his wife and entered the Sword God Villa. Although he had never regretted it, whenever he woke up from his dreams and recalled his wife's blurry face, tears would still flow down his face.
"Have we arrived at the front?"
He was roused by a sudden noise, and when he came to himself, he saw that the carriage had crossed the bridge, and was stopping in front of an avenue, which made him break out in a cold sweat. The carriage could not go in, and if it went any farther, and came to the place of the banquet, his head would be in danger. Fortunately, the horses were clever enough. He patted the horse's rump encouragingly and got off the road. "Young Master Yan, Miss Caiwei, the carriage in front can't pass. Please take a few steps."
The two got off the carriage. Yan Li cupped his fists and said, "Senior, I have something to ask you."
Wu Sanyuan's expression changed slightly. He smiled bitterly and said, "If it's about the Ninth Young Master, I'm afraid I can't say much."
Yan Li and Gu Caiwei looked at each other and smiled. "Not at all. I won't make things difficult for you. It's just that I'm itching to spar with you, but I don't know where to go."
Hearing this, Wu Sanyuan immediately laughed heartily. "That's easy. I live in the Washing Wei Veranda. Go out of the Setting Sun Residence and turn right. Then turn right again."
Waving goodbye to Wu Sanyuan, the two of them walked through the shady path and came to a lively garden. Surrounded by all kinds of flowers, there was a wide and large platform. In front of the platform was a hand-sewn red carpet. On both sides of the platform were neatly dressed envoys and maids. Surrounding the platform was a circle of guards with swords in their hands. They faced the garden motionlessly like stone statues.
"The guests have arrived!"
A messenger saw the two of them walking over and shouted loudly. There were people walking down from the high platform. Other than the two siblings, Feng Chengwu and Feng Chengyu, there were also three young men with swords on their backs. Behind them were the five sisters, Jing Tao, Dong Yi, Chuan Yun, Leng Yue. They crossed the seven stone steps and approached the two of them.
"Junior Martial Brother, Lady Caiwei, you've made us wait for a long time." Feng Chengwu warmly held onto Yan Li's hand. "Did the servants neglect you? Don't be softhearted. These bitches need to be beaten up from time to time to make them obedient. Come, come, come. Please enter the banquet. "
"Little Sister Caiwei, I missed you after not seeing you for a few hours." Feng Chengyu smiled like a flower and pulled Gu Caiwei to climb the stone steps. Although Gu Caiwei didn't like it, he couldn't express it, so he just let them go.
From the moment Yan Li appeared, the gazes of the three young men with swords on their backs were firmly locked onto him.
On the stone platform, they could see a long and short table. The floor was made of polished marble and was as smooth as a mirror. After everyone sat down, Feng Chengwu pointed at the three young men and said, "Come, let me introduce you. This is my thirteenth brother, Feng Yuanmo, fourteenth brother, Feng Yuanlie, and seventeenth brother …"
Before Yan Li could finish his words, a sharp sword light pierced through the air with a 'whoosh' sound, and shot towards Yan Li.
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