Volume 3: The Stormy Weather of Yanjing Chapter 016: A Great Wind Rises

  Yu Wanli finished speaking and glared at the bodyguard. "What are you waiting for? Go!"

  He could have sent his subordinates, but he didn't dare to, and instead personally went to stare at Nian Wushuang.

  Nian Wushuang smiled, but suddenly said: "If Qin Xiang really wants to be fair, half a month later, the Tiger and Leopard Martial Arts Competition will say that I, Nian Wushuang, gave him this opportunity. See if he has the guts!" After finishing speaking, Nian Wushuang glanced at Tang An: "Do you have confidence? If you're afraid, I'll refuse on your behalf. They wouldn't dare to really rush in."

  Tang An's face turned red as he stared at Nian Wushuang and said fearlessly: "Under the Heavenly Boundary, anyone can be killed!"

  "Alright! Since that's the case, you can stay here for a few days and prepare in peace. If there's anything to be done, just tell Wanli. The sky is getting late, let's disperse for today." Nian Wushuang said as he took large strides away. Tomorrow, the Dingyuan Marquis' army would enter the capital, and as the vanguard, he naturally had many trivial matters that required his presence.

  After Nian Wushuang left, Xie Shiyu and Ming Xiao also followed suit.

  Meng Xiao smiled when he saw Tang An, his eyes lit up, and he cupped his hands in a smile: "Brother Tang is polite. Your swordsmanship is not bad. I wonder, how's your drinking capacity? Another day, if there's an opportunity, I'll be the host, 'Flowers Not Yet Asleep' won't leave until drunk, what do you say?"

  Ming Xiao is a person who can't arouse hostility in anyone, he always has that innate affinity. The smile on his face is also genuine and sincere from the heart. Such a person would naturally be the best choice as a friend.

  Tang An said, "Just drinking wine might not be very exciting. I heard that the Mingxue Mountain Villa has three proud snow swords, I wonder which one is in your hand?" Tang An's eyes only glanced at the sword in Ming Xiao's hand. A swordsman naturally loves and is extremely interested in a precious sword. Especially for a swordsman who had just broken his sword. Without a sword in hand, Tang An always felt that something was off.

  Ming Xiao laughed, pulling out the sword with a cyan-colored scabbard from his hand and swinging it twice: "Her name is Qingfeng. Come, Qingfeng, say hello to my new friend. His swordsmanship is also very impressive. However, compared to me, he might be slightly inferior." The treasured sword seemed to have understood Ming Xiao's words, suddenly emitting a clear humming sound.

  "This sword has actually become sentient? Tang An was shocked beyond measure, but seeing that everyone else seemed to take it for granted, he didn't dare ask any more questions."

  Xie Shi stood beside Ming Xiao, but his face was not very good. Ming Xiao saw his ugly face and suddenly laughed, without saying a word, and nodded to Tang An: "Today's sky is late, I'm afraid the road home will be dark, we should hurry back." Then he leaned into Tang An's ear and whispered: "If I continue talking, someone will get very angry. Saying no more would make him want to fight with me again."

  After finishing speaking, Ming Xiao suddenly burst out laughing and then saw Xie Shi Yi's face turn black. He instantly ran away in a flash of smoke, fearing that Xie Shi Yi would challenge him to another sword fight again. Throughout his life, he had always hated fighting with others. Although his swordsmanship was sharp, he had never killed anyone before.

  A swordsman who has never killed anyone, who would believe it?

  But everyone in the world knows that Ming Xiao's sword never kills people!

  Xie Shi Yi had also asked Ming Xiao: "A sword is originally a sharp instrument for killing people, you don't kill people, but people will kill you. What will you do then?"

  Ming Xiao stroked the Qingfeng sword beside him and said, "I won't kill him, but I can cripple his martial arts skills, making him no longer a threat. I'm giving him another chance to start anew; shouldn't he be grateful? Besides, killing someone would displease Qingfeng." As he spoke, the Qingfeng sword in his hand seemed to understand his intention and let out a joyful hum.

  Xie Shi Yu didn't understand, his sword had always been used to kill people. Killing people wasn't joyful, being killed wasn't joyful either, so he couldn't get any joy, therefore, he naturally wore that gloomy face day and night.

  Xie Shi Yu looked at Tang An, and Tang An was also looking at him. In the end, it was Tang An who spoke first: "Brother Xie, your swordsmanship is very good. I can see that we are walking on the same path. But this path, I don't know if it's gone astray or not. However, I won't change paths halfway through! I firmly believe that at the end of the road, there definitely won't be a grave."

  Xie Shiyi took over the conversation and said, "It doesn't matter if it's a grave. Because on that grave, there may still be fresh flowers." Xie Shiyi finished speaking and left as well. He was originally a taciturn person, knowing the other party's intention was enough. His swordsmanship was dead, Tang An's sword was to kill, but there wasn't much difference between them. On the opposite bank of death and killing, both were life. They were all one kind of person.

  Are there flowers on the grave?

  Tang An suddenly understood a bit, but not entirely. However, this didn't matter. He watched the process of Ming Xiao and Xie Shi Yu's sword fight. He thought to himself that he wasn't inferior to Xie Shi Yu. But as for Ming Xiao, he couldn't say clearly. Yet, in the upcoming duel half a month later, Tang An had a reason that made him have to win!

  Mount Shu, Sword Return Peak

  In the late afternoon, thick fog enveloped the mountain peaks like a rain curtain, pressing heavily on the steep summits. Amidst this dense fog, the surrounding vegetation's vital energy formed a whirlpool-like pattern, surging towards the mountaintop.

  A green glow flickered constantly among the mountains and forests, on the mountain top there was a man wearing a purple gold robe, he had long hair, but in his black long hair there were already many white hairs. He looked like he was only thirty, yet he already had white hair?

  His skin was extremely fair, and he was handsome, but his eyes were somewhat gloomy, making it difficult for people to feel friendly towards him. The spiritual energy around him was dense and a faint green light enveloped his body, which should have been calm and peaceful.

  But suddenly, the man sitting quietly opened his eyes fiercely, a sharp and fierce killing intent shot out from his eyes, instantly, this green creek of grass and wood essence suddenly turned into a boundless storm.

  His son is dead, over a hundred disciples are dead! All because of an insignificant abandoned disciple from Shushan eight years ago!

  His heart was bleeding, his endless anger filled his chest and couldn't be vented!

  Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew in, and the mountain forest began to roar!

  He stretched out his hand, and in an instant, a giant crimson-golden sword that was stuck on the mountain peak suddenly exploded with a loud "boom", flying into his hand.

  "Clang! Clang!"

  His hand was trembling with rage, and his sword also let out a mournful hum, sensing its master's intention! With a flick of his wrist, the sword instantly emitted an endless killing aura. The sword swung, and a visible streak of sword energy shot towards the mountain peak in front of him.

  "Rumble!" With a loud noise, the mountain peak was suddenly cut off, and a giant boulder over 10 meters high rolled down from the top of the mountain. In no time, it rolled to the foot of the mountain, causing large flocks of birds to fly out of the forest in shock, scattering in all directions.

  At this time, two figures rushed through the mountain forest and galloped quickly towards here. They were two disciples of the Red Gold Sword, both around twenty years old. As soon as they arrived in front of the man, they wanted to kneel down and pay their respects.

  The man waved his hand, indicating that they didn't need to salute him. His voice was trembling with rage as he asked, "Have you investigated clearly? Is it confirmed that Tang An killed my Feng Er?"

  "Yes, Master. The disciple has also confirmed it through other means again. And this is a letter from Qin Qingxiang to the Master!"

  Wang Ruitu tore open the envelope, read it in one glance, and then ripped up the letter. The paper instantly turned into fragments, scattering everywhere. With a blow from the mountain wind, they fluttered away like dancing butterflies.

  Wang Ruitu sheathed his sword and said coldly, "Follow me to Yanjing."

  "Master?" The two of them looked at Wang Ruitu in utter disbelief. He hadn't left Shushan for 20 years!

  Wang Ruitu's tone was as cold as death, he gazed at the northern horizon, black, endless, oppressive and suffocating.

  He said word for word: "Go to Yanjing and kill Tang An!"

  And the next day, for some reason, Wang Ruitu wanted to leave Shushan and go to the capital to avenge his son's death by killing Tang An. The news spread like wildfire in Jianghu. And Jianghu was shocked. For twenty years, the number one swordsman of Shushan, Chi Xiang, Wang Ruitu, who had never left Jianghu, was going to the capital to kill Tang An, the current number one swordsman in Jianghu! Regardless of Tang An's strength and whether he had entered the Tianjing realm, this battle would be enough to excite Jianghu for a while!

  What an exciting thing it is for two masters of the jianghu to engage in a duel!

  Then, information about Tang An began circulating in Jianghu.

  Tang An entered Shu Mountain at the age of six and became an inner disciple within three months. However, less than a year later, he escaped from Shu Mountain with Mu Hongyu, the eldest daughter of the Mu family, for unknown reasons. And to make matters worse, Mu Hongyu was actually the fiancée of Wang Ruitu's eldest son. This immediately caught the attention of the Jianghu people. Was there some hidden truth behind this?

  But those who know the situation, of course, will not mind these. What they care about is how a teenager under the age of fifteen can defeat hundreds of people with one sword and kill thirteen people at the peak of his skills! Has he had some kind of strange encounter? Or has he obtained some magical skill?

  However, Tang An is undoubtedly the hottest figure in Jianghu today!

  A great wind rises, the world is in turmoil, June 6th, a battle in Yanjing!

  Look up with hope!

  Are you guys excited? Xiao Anzi is going to fight a Tianjie expert. Finally getting rid of childishness, from now on, walking the path of an expert...

  Wang Ruitu, screw him!