"I see." Li Hao muttered to himself. He twisted his chin and pondered for a while before asking,"What about Bai Rushuang? What sword is he using?"
Thinking of that snow-white figure, even Jiang Huan couldn't help but show some respect."" He used to be known as the Frost Sword Saint. He wielded the Cold Dew Sword, and his frosty aura was very powerful. He was proud of his ice and could freeze everything in the world. However, after the battle with the Saint of the Holy Light Sword and the destruction of the Cold Dew, his strength had reached a realm that we could not compare to. Perhaps that was the true realm of swordlessness.”Jiang Huan shook his head and sighed lightly.
Li Hao shook his head and recalled Bai Rushuang's words. The reason why he was able to reach this step was closely related to his persistent belief in pursuing martial arts.
"Other people's paths are created by others, but now you have to create your own path.”Jiang Huan put down the wine jar in his hand and sat under the tree. He propped up his chin and spoke lazily.
"My own path?" Li Hao muttered softly. He thought for a while and still couldn't understand.
"Sometimes, thinking about it deliberately will backfire. You have to figure it out yourself. You're still young, so you're not afraid. Let me show you my sword technique.”As Jiang Huan spoke, he stood up from the ground. With a light kick from the tip of his foot, the longsword on the ground flew up. With an ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing against each other, Jiang Huan flipped his hand, and the longsword was unsheathed. The longsword was fine and tough, and it shone with a threatening silver light. The handle was painted black, and the style was ancient. It was a rare and good sword.
The cold wind rustled, and his white robes fluttered. This man and his sword were like majestic mountains, unyielding and unyielding. Suddenly, he moved. His speed was not fast, but he seemed to have become one with the cold wind. It was as if what he held in his hand was not a long sword, but a huge axe that could split the sky and earth. Li Hao, who was standing at the side, could not breathe.
Li Hao stared blankly at the swaying white figure. No one knew what he was thinking.
As Jiang Huan's moves came to an end, Li Hao stood under the blue sky in a daze. Jiang Huan sheathed his sword and glanced at Li Hao. After which, he smiled."How was it? Did you get anything?"
After a while, Li Hao's gaze returned from the distance. He shook his head and smiled."No matter what, thank you for your advice this time.”
Jiang Huan waved his hand and said in a deep voice,"Our meeting is also a kind of fate. Whether or not we can comprehend it depends on your good fortune. I hope that the next time I see you, I can advance even more.”
Li Hao nodded. He then stared at Jiang Huan in a daze."You're leaving?"
Jiang Huan looked up at the sky and sighed lightly. He forced a smile."All good things must come to an end. Besides, I still have to continue looking for her. Alright, I'm leaving. Little brother, take care of yourself. If I'm in a bad mood one day, I'll come to the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion to drink with you.”As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and left.
"Jiang Huan." Li Hao suddenly shouted," If there's any news about her, I'll let you know. Also, can you f * cking draw that painting a little clearer?"”
"Hahaha, I know." Jiang Huan laughed out loud. He waved his hand and his figure disappeared from Linyin City.
Li Hao looked at the empty wine jar under the tree and sighed. Perhaps parting was for a better reunion?
He walked slowly into the city. The competition was already in deep waters? He didn't know if his master, his wife, and his fellow disciples missed him.
The weather in April changed at will. At this moment, the sky had already darkened. Drizzle could be seen everywhere, and the people walking in the city gradually became hurried.
The lakeside of the West Lake was already the noisiest place in the city. The martial arts field that was jointly built by the major sects a few years ago was now put to use. The martial arts field was built next to the West Lake. The area was spacious and the scenery was beautiful. At this moment, the audience seats were already filled with a black mass of spectators. There were probably more than ten thousand people. The leaders of the major sects on the field were also gathered here. There were more than a hundred people sitting neatly in the east of the audience seats. The leader was a middle-aged man. He had a calm expression and a face that was as sharp as a knife. He wore a purple-gold crown on his head and his long black hair was casually combed down. If he was young, he would probably be a rare handsome man.
The woman beside him was dressed in a purple dress. Her long hair was tied up high, and she had a voluptuous figure. She had a standard oval-shaped face that was as gentle as jade. There was a faint smile on her face.
At this moment, a young disciple walked over with light steps."Master, the competition has already begun. Senior Brother Li Hao isn't here, who should we send up?”
The man pondered for a moment, then said indifferently,"Let your Senior Brother Qingfeng, Xu Yan, and Wang Lin join in the fun!”
The young disciple nodded and quickly left.
The middle-aged man was wearing a jade handle on his left hand, and his fingers were tapping on the sword in his hand. If one looked closely, they would see that the sword handle was engraved with the traditional Chinese word 'Bishui.' Then, the man seemed to have thought of something and smiled. He turned his head and said,"Li Hao, that brat, lost the Blue Water Sword that I gave him, yet he still asked the people of Jade Terrace Tower to send it over.”
The woman also smiled." It's good that he's fine. This Blue Water Sword is just a worldly possession. Are you going to let Hao 'er take over the position of sect master this time?"”
The man sighed softly." I know Hao 'er's background. I'm just afraid that he won't let go of the obsession in his heart and will fall into the abyss of revenge. This is the only thing I'm worried about."”
"Let's watch the match first! Since he was here, he wanted to create an atmosphere.”After the woman finished speaking, she turned her gaze to the arena.
At this moment, the various large sects sent out a few young disciples, a total of dozens of people, and walked towards the white-haired old man in the field.
The white-haired old man smiled kindly. It seemed that he was quite happy to be the referee of this competition."Everyone, come over and draw lots in an orderly manner.”He picked up the box in his hand.
Xu Yan and Wang Lin walked behind Senior Brother Qingfeng. They seemed to be a little nervous. After all, they were competing in front of so many people. If they lost, it would be embarrassing for them, but it would also be embarrassing for their sect.
At this moment, Wang Lin leaned over and asked in Xu Yan's ear,"Where do you think this white-haired old man came from?”
Xu Yan shook his head." I only heard that it seems to be someone from Mount Baiyun."”
"The competition is about to start, but the two of you are still whispering to each other.”Qing Feng said in a deep voice.
"We're just relaxing.”Wang Lin shrugged.
"Yo! Weren't these the few from the Crystal-Clear Water Pavilion? Why was the competition so tense? Do you have no confidence in yourself?" At this moment, a mocking voice sounded.
The one who spoke was a young man in red. He looked at Wang Lin and the others with a mocking expression. "Bastard! Stop looking down on me! I'll teach you a lesson later!”Wang Lin angrily rebuked.
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