Peace Order-Chapter 837 - 105 Murong Longtu, Just Seeking One Defeat!_4

Chapter 837: Chapter 105 Murong Longtu, Just Seeking One Defeat!_4

And so it was, Sword Madman Murong Longtu personally led the horse to guard.

To speak of it was indeed a tale worth boasting about.

These Jianghu Guests, these noble sons, all gathered here, naturally along came the peddlers carrying poles to do business. Today, this vendor carried a pole, with bundles of edamame on one side and wine on the other, plying his trade up and down the Academy.

Some Martial Artists tossed a few copper coins, took some edamame to eat with their wine while chatting leisurely.

Just making a hard-earned living.

For several days, the scholars in the Academy gradually disappeared without a trace, and still there was no sign of the so-called Sword Madman. Some noble family’s sons already left out of boredom, but the vendor noticed a green-robed old man walking over. The vendor looked at his waist and didn’t see any weapon.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, kindly greeted him, saying, "This old gentleman here, you’ve come to watch this martial duel as well, I presume? I think the Sword Madman will be here today. Why not find a cool place to sit, have some wine, eat some edamame?"

The green-robed old man replied, "Then a jug, please." freёwebnoѵel.com

The vendor happily took out a jug of wine that was diluted with water; the wine was watered down, for it would be a loss if it wasn’t. This is just the rule of the trade. Drunkards would drink the wine, no matter how much water had been mixed in, and curse once, but wine that wasn’t watered down they’d say nothing about, just get drunk after a few cups.

They were all used to drinking watered-down wine, couldn’t handle the good stuff.

Then he took out some edamame as well; while the wine was diluted, the edamame was good stuff, homemade. The green-robed old man took the items, sipped the wine, chuckled, then tasted the edamame, and said, "Not bad flavor."

"My great-great-grandson would probably like this..."

The old man’s voice trailed off.

But the vendor was a sharp one, seeing business up ahead wouldn’t miss out, smiled and said: "Great-great-grandson, the old sir is hale and hearty, may I ask how old you are?!"

The green-robed old man smiled and said, "Forgotten, long forgotten."

"However, I must be about two hundred years old."

The vendor didn’t believe him.

Just felt that the old man was having fun with him, and laughed, saying: "Ha, two hundred years, at two hundred years people probably wouldn’t exist anymore, you’d surely be an immortal. Your great-great-grandson didn’t come, why not tell me a place, I’ll go back today and make more to send over!"

The old man laughed, saying, "Alright, then I’ll give you a place, you send it over."

After saying the place, the old man took some money from his bosom and left it, jokingly said:

"My child has always been frugal, so let the old man pay."

The vendor saw this and accepted the money, familiarly said, "Your great-great-grandson is favored, but it’s okay, everyone says our food is good, after eating if you want more, just tell me and I’ll send some." He hesitated, then seriously added:

"Our stuff is good, better than the wine."

The green-robed old man nodded, then walked forward.

The vendor was startled, carrying his pole, walked forward, pulling the old man’s sleeve, said: "Old sir? Old sir! You cannot go forward, this place is all occupied by Jianghu Heroes."

"There was a wine vendor earlier who should have gone too close forward, his hawking disturbed a young master holding a girl, had his legs broken and thrown back to await death, these noble sons are reckless, just a bit more peaceful recently."

"I heard Jiangnan is in need of people, but I’m just a pickle maker with no skills to go over, otherwise with it being so chaotic here, it’d be better to leave."

"Old gentleman, old gentleman!"

He held onto the old man, though the green-robed old man seemed quite old, his strength seemed quite strong, the vendor couldn’t hold on, was pulled forward, face turning pale, only to find those ostentatious Jianghu Heroes, with divine weapons in hand, glancing at him.

Their expressions changed, either astonished or shaken.

Yet they all rose, then lowered their heads.

The vendor was shocked pale, speechless, the green-robed old man finished his wine, cursed: "Watered-down stuff."

The vendor stammered.

The green-robed old man smiled and said, "When I first entered the Martial World, the wine I drank had more water added than yours, this Jianghu wine, not pure at all, the water... you added too little."

The vendor somewhat understood then, the green-robed old man tossed the wine aside, casually took a nearby willow branch, calmly walked toward the avenue lined with martial legends on both sides.

The willow branch touched the ground ahead, an indescribable wave of energy rolled fiercely to both sides, those noble families who came to join in the excitement, to see what’s different between this Sword Madman’s and their own Guest Elder’s duel, all fell down together.

Those grandiose houses collapsed, noble sons rolling and scrambling, faces drained of color, even oblivious to the girls falling from their arms. This assembly, impossible to gather again in the Martial World, past and future for eight hundred years, drew their weapons.

Grandmasters formed alliances, heroes rose together, Azure Dragon roared, Fierce Tiger growled, dharma forms, infused with Inner Qi, became visible, occupying the sky, dragons soaring and tigers roaring, all things vast and desolate, as if back to the Ancient Mythical Era, magnificent and vast.

The vendor stared blankly ahead.

Every story about this battle, recorded in all Martial Arts sects’ heritages, began with a few plain words from that green-robed old man, as he walked forward amid countless roaring dharma forms, with a single hand holding that willow branch, his green robe slightly moving:

"Murong Longtu, in the Martial World for two hundred years, undefeated, has grown weary."

"Murong Longtu comes today seeking this duel."

"But seeks defeat."

"Or—"

The old man raised his willow branch and said:

"Defeat the entire Martial World."

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