Chapter 971: Chapter 138: Duel Between Grandmasters (2/2)
Lv Hou shook his head and said: “I never thought, Murong Qingxue sealed her sword for a long ti, and in just five years, she actually broke through twice…”
Jiu Zizai fell silent for a mont, then said with a hint of self-deprecation:
“Two breakthroughs?”
“Who said she only broke through now, and who said that this realm is all there is? Blind n feeling the elephant, speaking arrogantly about the heavens, you and I are making the sa mistake.”
Lv Hou’s expression changed slightly, and Jiu Zizai shook his head, saying:
“Let’s not talk about her, earlier Zhu Ling, relying on the Divine Weapon in her hand, could face a Grandmaster with a Fourth Rank body, supporting Qingfeng Edge’s reputation as Sect Leader. I thought she had neglected her cultivation for a long ti, and only when she displayed a move of swordsmanship did I realize her Qi chanism was vast. She could have knocked on the Heavenly Sect a decade ago, but never broke through.”
Lv Hou frowned and said:
“In Qingfeng Edge, having just Murong Qingxue is enough. If there are too many Grandmasters, it may not conform to the Hidden Sect’s principles, and the hearts of the elders and disciples in the sect may beco unsettled. However, suppressing cultivation for ten years, this person’s temperant is firm and no less than that of a Grandmaster.”
Jiu Zizai said: “But she probably won’t be able to suppress it for much longer, short as a year or two, long as three to five years, and Qingfeng Edge will have another Grandmaster. Besides, I’m afraid that the Third Rank realm we’re in won’t contain her for long, and in just ten years, she’ll be a Second Rank Great Grandmaster.”
Lv Hou was moved.
Jiu Zizai touched his white hair and said: “That’s how it is in Jianghu, the mountain is just there. Perhaps for each generation, the mountain is different, yet it’s always there. What changes is the na of the mountain, what doesn’t change is the mountain…”
At this point, he stopped and looked at Wang Anfeng, looking for a long ti, holding back for a long ti before he managed to say:
“Good boy, you’ve progressed in Martial Arts quite fast. I originally thought you’d barely reach the Sixth Rank at most, but didn’t expect you’re already at the Fifth Rank. With such cultivation, you could even venture to the outer region, impressive, impressive. Others are climbing up on this level, and you’re shooting straight up.”
“Comparing people truly drives others mad, no way to explain…”
Wang Anfeng noticed the place ntioned in the old man’s words, showing a bit of amazent, he said: “Outer region?”
Jiu Zizai glanced at Lv Hou and said bluntly:
“Yes, we’ve pursued for so long, and only learned this year that the real base of those filthy White Tiger Hall people is set outside the region; otherwise, it would’ve been discovered long ago…”
“Ha, for every matter, they send a subordinate to Central Plains to set up a foothold, claiming to be a base, but in reality, it’s just wandering Jianghu people they casually recruit. The movents of the true elites are dispatched from the Western Regions, and by the ti they fall into our hands, a few twists later, it’s already several days late, making it hard to predict, often just catching the tail.”
Wang Anfeng thought for a mont and said:
“Outer region, White Tiger Hall, could they be Hu people?”
Jiu Zizai shook his head and said:
“No, they are still Han people.”
“For various reasons, they wander outside, yet always thinking of returning openly and honorably to their holand, even at the risk of leaving their hos…”
Just as Jiu Zizai was explaining, Lv Hou, the Pillar of the State, took out a small exquisite wine jar, flicked open the seal casually, releasing a light wine fragrance that perated the air.
Jiu Zizai’s Adam’s apple moved up and down, and the words he was saying stopped abruptly, swallowed along with his saliva. His eyes uncontrollably glued to the wine jar, slightly widened, murmuring:
“Is this the one you ntioned?”
A slight smile appeared on Lv Hou’s otherwise solemn face, and he said:
“Indeed, the Chrysanthemum wine from Liangzhou City isn’t much each year, the highest grade is the Twelve Jade Flutes, but above the Twelve Jade Flutes, there’s a thirty-year-aged Superior Rank Scholar, symbolizing the noble integrity of chrysanthemum, taking thirty years to achieve this one jar…”
Before the voice had fallen, suddenly a thunderbolt exploded, Lv Hou’s pupils flashed with a trace of brilliance, raising his hand, he switched the position of the wine jar, his right hand struck swiftly, directly on the thunderbolt, unbelievably, with a bare palm, he shattered it, then said loudly:
“General Li, since you’re here, why not show yourself?”
“Do you want to invite you out?”
Every move was full of Grandmaster deanor, imposing as a mountain.
But he didn’t expect that the thunderbolt was rely a feint. After dispersing, it turned several tis, hitting sideways where many wine jars were piled up, instantly smashing them with a clatter, spilling the wine.
Being the Pillar of the State, Lv Hou had grown increasingly concerned with etiquette and image over the years, having to retreat to avoid getting wine on him, and in that mont, soone stepped forward and seized the wine jar at once.
He tilted his head back, drank a large gulp, then laughed heartily, saying indeed it’s good wine, since it was sent out obediently, I won’t be polite, then turned and stepped into the air, leaving.
The change happened too fast. Needless to say, those ordinary folks without Martial Arts, even Wang Anfeng couldn’t see it all clearly. By the ti he reacted, the thunderbolt was already far away.
Lv Hou’s square face was livid. He let out a sneer, stood up, and his broad hands clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.
Earlier, his words to Wang Anfeng about past youthful follies and not bothering to compete with Li Qidao seed to have evaporated into illusions. He lifted the hem of his robe, placed his right foot on the window sill, and sprung up, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Wang Anfeng and Jiu Zizai exchanged glances in silence. After a mont, Jiu Zizai gave a light cough and said, “Kid, I think we better go over and take a look, lest they really start fighting…”
Wang Anfeng’s mouth twitched. He had no choice but to tell Dongfang Ximing and them not to worry, then, along with Jiu Zizai, they soared through the air. Using their movent techniques aided by qi chanisms, it was almost impossible for ordinary people to notice them.
One was worried about his old man and the Pillar of the State getting into a real fight, the other was concerned about being late and missing out on the drink. Both remained silent, focused only on their movent techniques. When they reached a mountaintop outside, they saw the two of them.
One was dressed in a green robe like a scholar, the other was in white, resembling a snow mountain. In the middle was a small jar of wine placed on a stone. The two of them were glaring at each other, seemingly about to fight at any mont.
Lv Hou, seeing Wang Anfeng and Jiu Zizai approach, slightly composed himself and said solemnly, “General Li, what do you an by snatching my wine?”
“Since when did the Divine Martial Mansion resort to such petty theft?”
Li Qidao sneered, “Petty theft? How do I rember it was Situ Cuo’s subordinates bullying the commoners, even hoarding the pastries ant for young girls? Such an old age, isn’t it embarrassing? Pillar of the State, is this the kind of pillar?”
“Snatching young girls’ pastries? Pah!”
Lv Hou’s face twitched hard, gritting his teeth, he said, “Li Wu Soldier, do you want to spar with this old man here?!”
Li Qidao extended his right pinky to pick his ear, then flicked it in Lv Hou’s direction, scoffing, “Spar? Can you beat ?”
The Pillar of the State in white clothes lowered his gaze, “It seems there’s no avoiding a duel today.”
Li Qidao retorted rudely, “But there are others present today.”
“I’m doing it for your own good, at such an old age, to save face.”
The tension between them was palpable, and Wang Anfeng could only feel a headache.
Jiu Zizai’s eyes couldn’t leave the wine jar for a mont. He casually comforted him, “Relax, kid. These two are old enough to know what’s appropriate and what’s not, no need to worry…”
Before Wang Anfeng could speak, the two were already standing at the cliff’s edge, one in green, the other in white, separated by only two fists’ distance. They snorted coldly in unison, then turned around, facing the open valley from the cliff, loosened their belts in unison. Li Qidao whistled and said mockingly, “Old man, watch out for wet shoes.”
Lv Hou forced a smile, “Back in the day, I could urinate three ters into the wind. General Li, you’d better worry about yourself.”
Wang Anfeng finally realized what the so-called ‘contest’ was, his mouth twitching as he watched the two, who were at each other’s throats but seed to be competing defiantly like stubborn children, speechless. Jiu Zizai finally turned his gaze away from the wine jar, smacked his lips, stood with his hands behind his back, and said, “Aren’t they old? Seriously, isn’t it embarrassing in front of the juniors?”
“Do they still think they’re fifteen or sixteen-year-old youngsters?”
Over there, Li Qidao added with a cold laugh, “The winner gets to drink.”
Jiu Zizai looked serious, “Winning or losing, I don’t care about the contest. It’s just that right now, I happen to need so relief.”
PS: Here’s the second update of the day…
Forty-two hundred words…
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