The young girl’s gaze was calm at that moment, and there were no ripples.
Siming shook the wine flask, for the first time somewhat puzzled, sighed and said:
"The affairs of young people, you and I can’t make sense of them, it’s just that the rivers and mountains are in chaos, and they are not the kind of people who indulge in love. I can’t even think how your great-grandson went to get married before the world settled."
"You old fellow, you won’t see his child then."
Murong Longtu smiled calmly and said, "No matter."
"It is already more than enough."
Li Guanyi and Shaking Light attended the banquet, much like the events in Zhenbei City.
When it was time for the banquet, Shao Junlie arranged for song and dance.
He had already planted axe-wielding soldiers behind the shadow wall, continuously urging wine, waiting for the right moment to smash the cup as a signal. But just as he raised his cup, he saw Li Guanyi drinking, looking at him with a calm gaze.
The wooden sword at Li Guanyi’s waist floated in the air.
Shao Junlie’s movements froze.
For some reason, his Primordial Spirit seemed unable to control his body, always feeling that if the cup was thrown down, his head might fly off first. After a long stiffness, he slowly drank the wine, with a respectful expression, he said:
"This wooden sword, could it be the matchless sword of the Martial World for eight hundred years, the sword of the Sword God, Murong Longtu, the venerable elder?"
Li Guanyi did not answer, but only said, "Those three hundred axe-wielding soldiers, colonels, and this city’s defending generals behind your shadow wall, might as well all be brought out, to avoid trouble..."
He drank wine, tossed the cup aside, held the sword with his right hand, and extended his left hand, letting the sleeve drape down, sheltering the young girl behind him. By his ear came Shaking Light’s transmitted voice, so Li Guanyi’s gaze calmly swept over the places where ambushers hid, and he said lightly:
"This Lord is invulnerable to poison."
"Also, Sky-climbing Sect Master, we haven’t met since the farewell at the Gongsun Family."
Shao Junlie’s expression suddenly changed.
A bitter laugh suddenly came from behind the shadow wall, and a white-haired Martial Artist walked out, it was the former Sky-climbing Sect Master. After the events with the Gongsun Family, he had disappeared, but ended up in Ying Country, respected by the aristocracy.
He respectfully said, "Greetings to Marquis Qin Wu."
"It has been a long time since we last parted, and Lord’s demeanor is still the same."
Li Guanyi looked at this heroic figure of the Martial World, once bold at first meeting, in disarray at the second, now dejected, and said, "The Sect Master has indeed grown old and worn."
The Sky-climbing Sect Master let out a miserable laugh, his fortunes in the Martial World having fallen, the Sky-reaching Sect shattered, lost without direction, now seeing the Chaos Qilin, once considered prey, all his hostility gone, his heart at peace, he sighed and said:
"If I had known I was dealing with the Lord today, I would not have come."
Li Guanyi said: "Since the Sect Master has nowhere to go, why not return to Jiangnan with me? If you are willing, reopen the Sky-reaching Sect in Jiangnan, and teach the people some martial arts."
The Sky-climbing Sect Master was stunned, instinctively looking towards the influential figures over there.
Shao Junlie was from a powerful aristocracy, greatly influential, he had received much benevolence, and when he wanted to leave, he had already been entangled, unable to escape.
Li Guanyi held a teacup, lightly said:
"City Lord, this old gentleman is an old acquaintance of mine, today this Lord will take him away."
Shao Junlie’s face was ugly, yet he still forced a smile:
"The Lord’s desire is an honor for us."
Li Guanyi and others gathered the refugees, purchased supplies, then left this place. Shao Junlie could only watch powerlessly as Li Guanyi and others departed. Within the Qilin Army, Angry Scale Dragon King Kou Yulie, seeing an old acquaintance from the Qilin Hunting Conference also joining Li Guanyi, was filled with emotion, drinking for a long time without speaking.
The Sky-reaching Sect Master, having been able to establish such a large sect and spread martial arts halls throughout the Northern Domain of Chen Country, naturally had some skills in teaching people. He began teaching the children of the townsfolk martial arts from scratch.
Autumn gradually passed, and the weather turned bitterly cold.
In the eleventh year of Tianqi, Li Guanyi led those willing to follow him, crossing Central State and Ying Country, encountering many obstacles, some cut down, some driven back, taking a full ten days to reach their final destination.
All over the land, heroes were fighting, the blood flowed like rivers.
But Li Guanyi only led the people forward, never abandoning them. The people personally witnessed that young man killing with a battle halberd, had seen him and a young girl attending a banquet, and unknowingly, their hearts turned to him.
Now, anyone attempting to infiltrate as a spy would be easily discovered and severely beaten.
In the turmoil of the world, at first, people said Li Guanyi was seeking fame, but throughout the long journey, those accusations were shattered. Now, when the world speaks of Marquis Qin Wu, even the aristocracy must acknowledge him as a hero of the age.
In the hearts of the people, his renown was enough to be mentioned alongside the rulers of two countries.
Moving grandly all the way to the frontier, ahead was the region of Jiangnan.
The time had entered winter.
Under Li Guanyi’s command, there were twelve thousand households.
Farmers, artisans, scholars, craftsmen, merchants, all kinds of people.
It was almost as if an entire city had been moved.
Yan Daiqing finally realized how many people needed to arrive in the Eighteen States of Jiangnan, and with the immense logistical pressure, in the Prefecture Governor’s office, the sound of fists pounding the wall was heard again.
Xiao Zhi, these days, always entered with his left foot first.
Just before Li Guanyi and others arrived in Jiangnan, at Ying Country’s final checkpoint, the place they had lingered around for a long time.
There was already a General waiting there early.
He was a man of handsome appearance, dignified bearing, holding two iron maces, clad in golden armor. He was the Great General and Great Marshal of Ying Country, the son-in-law of the Xue Family’s Xue Daoyong’s eldest daughter, a renowned General in the world, Qin Yulong.
At this moment, leading a thousand horsemen, he laughed heartily and said:
"Marquis Qin Wu, by order of His Majesty, I have been waiting for you for a long time!"