Li Guanyi couldn’t help but marvel.
The Green Robed Sword Madman simply said gently,
"Although Sword Madman is well-known, he can’t compare to the legends of the Martial World, can he?"
Thinking of the man in the green robe, Li Guanyi calmly replied, "The level of one’s Martial Arts does not determine whether one is a hero. The Qingpao Changsheng disregards human life, and the seniors of the Taoist Sect are indifferent to the mundane world. Although both are unparalleled gems of the Martial Arts, they are not heroes!"
"Even if one has weak Martial Arts, daring to draw one’s sword against the mighty in this world still counts as bold and heroic."
"As a mere Martial Artist, yet defying two countries, how is he not a hero?"
The green-robed old man suddenly burst into loud laughter: "Hahaha, excellent, excellent!"
He laughed heartily and joyously.
Finally, over tea, he said, "Good lad, good lad, I wonder what sort of people could have brought you into this world..."
The old man sighed deeply for a long time before asking, "What about your parents?"
Li Guanyi remained silent for a long time before saying, "My parents have passed away."
The old man said nothing.
Li Guanyi’s hand pressed against his heart, and he spoke softly, "But my father carved out a path of life for me, and my mother protected me for eleven years..." The youth lowered his eyes, and it seemed as if there were bird chirps from his heart, then the Dharma Form of the Green Bird began to circle.
The Green Robed Sword Madman’s gaze stiffened. His level of Martial Arts was so high, and as he watched his own great-grandson sitting there with lowered eyes, a tear mole at the corner of his eye just like his granddaughter’s, his black hair slightly lifted, the Green Bird’s Dharma Form gently dancing around him.
Even such a wild Martial Artist felt a pain in his heart as if stirred by a knife.
He unconsciously softened his tone and said, "Your parents must have thought very highly of you."
Li Guanyi answered with a smile, "I have my father’s Martial Arts, and I understand my mother’s zither..." Then the green-robed old man waved his hand, beckoning an itinerant singer to come over, laid down the zither, and smilingly said, "Old man would also like to hear how your Zither Sound is."
The young Taoist laughed freely, "Sure, I’m waiting for someone anyway."
Li Guanyi tuned the strings and played the zither, poised and composed, Murong Longtu just listened to the melodious zither music, the youth lowered his eyes and his black hair slightly fluttered, within the zither sounds, the hairs at his temples fell, and the tear mole by his eye was just as he had seen it once before.
Such a Martial Artist was spellbound for a long time.
Li Guanyi finished playing the zither, and from a distance saw the messenger, it was Ji Yanzhong who had arrived at the arranged place. The youth came back to his senses, put down the zither, and smilingly said, "Senior, I still have some matters today, if fate allows, we shall meet again."
"I don’t know why, but I always feel that you look very familiar."
Li Guanyi pulled out money from his bosom and placed it on the table.
Then he lightly pressed on the window and flew down, disappearing quickly. Siming immediately burst out, seeing the tranquilly dazed green-robed old man, and said, "Hey, hey, hey, old fellow, what’s the matter?"
Sword Madman seemed extremely sorrowful.
He sighed deeply and said, "Seeing this child today, my heart is very much relieved."
Siming nodded, as if he had already expected it, and said, "I knew you fancied this lad, and only this lad is worthy of inheriting your Martial Arts from you."
This green-robed old man just looked like any ordinary old man, watching that young man walk away.
Then he seemingly casually asked Siming,
"What about the four Grandmasters of that day, what is their origin?"
Siming’s body halted slightly.
He slowly raised his eyes, looking at the elder sitting there, the white hair at his temples slightly fluttering, still watching the retreating figure of the young man.
It was quite a while later.
Siming grimaced, thinking of those four characters, they were in for bad luck.
Then he answered, "The Angry Scale Dragon King of Kunlun Mountain, the Nu Jianxian."
"The Sect Master of the Sky-reaching Sect."
"And the Great Elder of the Yin Yang Reincarnation Sect."
Murong Longtu nodded, then said, "You got it wrong, old friend."
The elder lowered his eyes, and said lightly, "I’m telling you."
The Green Robed Sword Madman put his teacup down, looked towards Siming, a tranquil gaze in his ashen eyes with a hint of red, in an instant, it seemed as if the sky lost its color, only the silhouette of the Sword Madman filling the heavens and the earth, inquiring,
"Where are their sects located?"