East Sea Martial Emperor City. Ever since the young man with the surname Jiang stopped training his physique, this place had lost its backbone. It quickly turned from the holy land of the pugilistic world that everyone yearned for into an ordinary city. There was no white-robed old man Wang Xianzhi, who looked down on the world with disdain. There was no Cao Zhangqing who sat alone on a tall building to watch the battle. There was no Deng Tai 'a who rode on a donkey and carried a peach branch. There was no Suixie Valley with a sword hanging over the city wall. There was no Groom Lin Ya and the others. There was also no Duke of Northern Liang who carried a bowl and walked up to the city wall. Although there had yet to be an official army stationed in Martial Emperor City, the people in the city knew that it was only a matter of time. Therefore, in the early years, those who were wanted by the government and lived in seclusion, those who lived here to avoid their enemies, and those who were willing to wash their hands of disputes, all left this Eastern Sea City one after another.
A slender figure suddenly appeared at the top of the city wall where the tide was breaking.
Not far away, the tide surged like an army of thousands of men and horses. It suddenly hit the city wall and covered the figure in an instant.
In the next moment, the figure disappeared. Perhaps he was swept away by the tide.
However, when the tide receded, another figure appeared on the city wall. Unlike the former who came and went in a hurry, this man did not disappear immediately. He was dressed in plain clothes and had an ordinary appearance. His face was full of stubble, and his boots were somewhat damaged.
However, in front of this inconspicuous middle-aged man, a three-foot sword was hovering. It was vibrating slightly like a mosquito flapping its wings.
The travel-worn man stopped his sword and looked around. His eyes were sharp, like the sharpest sword in the world.
One flying sword for a hundred miles, from the Imperial Astronomer of Great Peace City to the Snow Mountains of Liaodong, then from Liaodong to Liaodong, then from Liaodong to Liaodong, then from Liaodong back to the capital, all the way south until here.
The man rubbed his chin and said, "Xie Guanying, your running ability is really the best in the world. However, if you have the ability, run all the way to the Southern Sea."
After about half an hour, the man sneered and said, "Found you!"
The flying sword that was hovering in the air seemed to have heard the imperial edict. It flashed before its master.
Not long before this, in front of a bun shop that was slowly becoming quiet because it was past dinnertime, a child, who was given the nickname 'Dognose' by a certain green-robed girl, was staring at a poor scholar with white hair. The child's real name was Gou Youfang. He raised his head and looked at the poor scholar who was embarrassingly short of money. He then lowered his head and looked at the last steamer of buns that he couldn't sell for copper coins. The child's gaze moved back and forth between the two. The grandpa beside him was already cleaning up the table. The old man had lived in the Martial Emperor City for most of his life. He didn't ask anything about this. To be honest, in the Martial Emperor City, he had seen many strange things and strange people. So much so that he was surprised to meet a normal person. The old man had seen too many strange customers. Some complained that the buns were too meaty and weren't willing to pay. Some complained that the buns weren't sweet. Some didn't even have a few copper coins in their pockets, so they threw their treasured swords and treasured sabers on the table and left. There were also some who ate the buns that weren't worth a few copper coins and complained about how many kinds of delicacies they had tasted in the past. There were also some who pretended to take out a tattered secret manual to exchange for a steamer of buns. There were even some who claimed that they were Cao Changqing, Đồng Thái, etc., so they weren't willing to pay. There were too many of them.
The child asked, "You want to eat steamed buns?"
The poor scholar, whose clothes were tattered but clean, was expressionless.
The child asked again, "No money?"
The scholar just stared at the child.
The child wasn't the kind of person who would add insult to injury. Although he didn't have parents and lived a poor life with his grandpa since he was young, his upbringing was very good. Therefore, even though the poor scholar in front of him obviously wanted to eat for free, the child didn't speak ill of him. He just hesitated whether to give him the steamed buns. After all, giving him a steamer of steamed buns wasn't a big deal. However, he was afraid that the guy would blame him and his grandpa after eating the steamed buns. He remembered that guy named Jiang Fuding. When he lived in the city and often came here to visit, he once said the saying, "If you give someone something, they will give you something. If you don't, they will hate you." Just when the child was about to give him another steamer of steamed buns, the poor scholar suddenly opened his mouth and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's your surname and name?"
The child suddenly felt a little bored. Alas, since he helped his grandpa with the chores, there were at least eight or ten Jianghu diners who kept saying that they were talented in martial arts. Therefore, the child subconsciously said in a bad mood, "I can give you this steamer of steamed buns, but I don't practice martial arts."
The child suddenly remembered that this old guy in front of him didn't look like a martial arts practitioner who fought and killed. He looked more like a teacher. Therefore, the child quickly added, "I don't go to private school either."
The poor foreigner repeated his question with an expressionless face, "What's your surname and name?"
The child subconsciously took two steps back, some fear and awe coming from the bottom of his heart.
The middle-aged scholar standing in front of the child frowned. After he raised his hand, the child saw that the man was holding half a broken bowl in his hand. In front of the child, the man broke off a piece the size of a fingernail and threw it into his mouth, chewing just like that.
The child was stunned. Was this man so hungry that he lost his mind?
When the child finally came to his senses, his face suddenly turned pale with fright. He saw that his grandpa seemed to have cast a Body Fixing Charm on an immortal. He maintained the posture of bending over and wiping the table. Not only his grandpa, but also the pedestrians on the street were all motionless. Some people raised their feet to move forward, but they couldn't take that step because they were still half a foot above the ground. Some people felt that the cold spring was too unbearable and wanted to jump and stomp to drive the cold away. Therefore, they were suspended in the air. Some people were joking with their friends who were walking side by side, but when they turned their heads, their bright smile froze … All of this was beyond the limit of the child's imagination. His hands trembled and he couldn't hold the steamer of steamed buns. However, when the small bamboo steamer fell to the ground, it was a scene of heaven and earth shaking. In the child's sight, his grandpa, the table, the pedestrians, and the street were all shaking violently, making the child dizzy.
The middle-aged scholar took a few steps forward and bent over to pick up the steamer of steamed buns. He stood side by side with the child. Only then did the child see that in the silence of heaven and earth, there was only a sword slowly approaching.
The man said with a hoarse voice, "My name is Xie Guanying. From now on, you will be my only disciple."
The man took out the other half of the broken bowl, which was much more complete, and placed it in the child's hand. Then, he suddenly pressed a hand on the child's head and said indifferently, "Hong Xixiang is unwilling to enforce justice on behalf of heaven and become a person who hates Hsu Fengnian. As for me, I want to do it, but I can't."
The man raised his head and looked at the sky. The hand that pressed on the child's head slightly increased in strength. Instantly, fog rose and Immortal Qi lingered. Finally, it condensed and took shape about three feet away. It was a landscape map of mountains and rivers with a flood dragon hidden in the mountains and rivers.
There was a deity three feet above.
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