Chapter 79: The Tragic Qi Sect's Zhao Nan (Part 1)

  Cang Qi Jian Zhao Cang finally left with a triumphant smile.

  He came to show off, showing that his lifespan was longer than Li Yuanba's, and showing that his disciples were more outstanding than Li Yuanba's.

  Li Yuanbai remained silent.

  After he left, Lu Yuan asked, and Li Bai smiled slightly: "Let him show off if he wants to, besides, I've already won in the competition with him. I got the beautiful wife of your master back, while he got nothing. So even if I only have two or three years left to live, I am still the winner."

  "Since we're already the winners, why bother competing with him again."

  Lu Yuan can only admire and admire again, indeed, his own master is the winner, while Zhao Cang's boasting cannot cover up the fact that he is a loser.

  What is meant by winning without fighting is just like this.

  I admire! I admire!

  The master is indeed a master, and being superior is just being superior.

  "As for that Zhao Nan, I heard he's an outstanding disciple of the Qi Sect's Western Peak, but they specialize in cultivating internal energy. As a result, their magical powers and spiritual realm are not even as high as yours. What else is there to say? He still has the nerve to compare himself with you?" Li Yuanbai said with his hands behind his back, and Lu Yuan couldn't help but laugh awkwardly upon hearing this, indeed it was true.

  Li Yuanba walked out of Changchun House with his hands behind his back and disappeared under the cover of night.

  Lu Yuan also knew where the master had gone, which was in front of the tomb of his wife. The death of his wife was not an accident, although she was extremely beautiful, her innate quality was very poor. Although the master used a lot of good medicine to help her, her innate quality was too poor, and in the end, she did not break through the Qi Refining stage, and her lifespan was limited by not breaking through the Qi Refining stage. His wife died naturally when her lifespan ended.

  Since he went up the mountain himself, his master often goes to his wife's grave.

  Actually, Master Shouyuan's lifespan was not long, but I never found him to be truly sad. Or perhaps if he went to another world, he could reunite with his wife, he just couldn't bear to part with me.

  Watching his master's back disappear into the night, for a moment, Lu Yuan didn't know what had flashed through his own heart.

  The night deepens.

  A crescent moon climbed up the western mountain at some unknown time.

  Changchun residence, more and more quiet, more and more cold.

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  A person's life is impossible without sorrow.

  However, be optimistic about it.

  Happily spend every day, is one's own life creed.

  Wine is good wine, just warm and good Xianren brew, can't help but say that the Xianren brew sent by Ling Shijie is indeed one of the five major beautiful wines in the Great Jin Dynasty, with an extremely mellow entrance, making people drunk.

  The dish is delicious, although it's not that "dog meat rolls three times, gods stand unsteadily" dog meat, but also a very tasty beef omasum.

  Good wine, good food, and a good mood - what more could one ask for in life?

  Take a sip of wine and eat a mouthful of beef, life is just so leisurely.

  It turns out that I forgot to mention the location, which is not Changchun's residence, but a restaurant called De Xing Fan Zhuang. Although North Peak prohibits hotels, restaurants are not prohibited. People always need to eat, and everyone gets tired of eating Dan Valley pills and will eat some dishes to change their taste. As for wine, it was brought by Lu Yuan himself, and no one can say anything about bringing his own wine.

  But at this moment, someone rushed over.

  It's actually not strange at all for people to come in at a time like this.

  He used this word because this person rushed in and went straight to where Lu Yuan was sitting.

  This is a twenty-year-old, with fair skin and quite handsome, basically can be considered a pretty boy, wearing a white shirt. This person came to Lu Yuan's table: "Are you Lu Yuan? The disciple of Li Shi Bo, the Vertical Sword, Lu Yuan?"

  Lu Yuan continued drinking his wine, nodding casually: "Right."

  "My name is Zhao Nan, and my master is Zhao Cang. This pale-faced young man said: 'I've come to fight you this time. Although it's a bit unfair for me, as the third true disciple, to fight your sixth true disciple, but since our masters are sworn enemies, I won't hold back.'"

  It turned out to be Zhao Nan, and most of the people eating at De Xing Restaurant had heard about the old grudge between Li Shibo and Zhao Shibo back then. The old grudge was too famous, and now that Zhao Nan had come to find Lu Yuan, they couldn't help but get excited, thinking there would be another battle to watch.

  The closer to the 500th birthday of the founder, the more people from Beifeng gathered, and the more authentic disciples there were. However, these authentic disciples were mostly hot-blooded, and due to the differences in their ideologies - Jianzong, Qizong, and Jianqizong - they ended up fighting each other.

  As for those nine generations of sword immortals mentioned above, they naturally will not stop either.

  True Disciples need to be trained in order to grow, and fighting against True Disciples from other peaks is also considered a form of training.

  It's estimated that those nine generations of sword immortals are all sitting on the fishing platform, waiting to see which peak's true disciples are more powerful. If one peak wins in a fight and scolds a few words on the surface, these nine generations of sword immortals are actually very happy. If they lose, they won't say anything on the surface, but after going back, they will definitely slash fiercely for a while.

  It's precisely because of this that everyone can see the battles between true disciples without any trouble, and now it seems we can also see a battle between Qi Sect Western Peak's third true disciple and Sword Sect Northern Peak's sixth true disciple, Lu Yuan.

  Zhao Nan finished speaking and waited for Lu Yuan's response.

  As a result, Lu Yuan didn't care at all and continued eating his own food and drinking his own drink.

  A sip of fine wine and a bite of food, eating with great relish, truly like a god.

  Zhao Nan never thought that his opponent would ignore him after he initiated the challenge, continuing to eat and drink as if nothing had happened.

  Zhao Nan felt extremely humiliated, and without any courtesy, he drew his sword from its scabbard. His flying sword was the Cang Song Sword, a deep green longsword. He raised his sword and thrust it straight at Lu Yuan: "Lu Shidi, take this!" The sword moves in rapid succession towards Lu Yuan.

  Lu Yuan continued to drink the fine wine with his right hand, while his left hand moved slightly, and the scabbard of his sword had not yet been drawn. With a casual movement, he counterattacked, pointing his sword at Zhao Nan's opening. The flaw in Zhao Nan's sword move was exposed, and he could only give up this attack and reorganize his sword momentum, launching another rolling and tumbling sword attack against Lu Yuan.

  Lu Yuan's right hand grasped a handful of Niubei Ye, and with a swift motion, he stabbed another sword, again hitting the flaw in Zhao Nan's sword momentum, causing his sword momentum to become disordered.

  Zhao Nan once again organized a sword attack, but was broken by Lu Yuan's left hand with a casual sword. At this time, Lu Yuan used his right hand to pick up peanuts with chopsticks.

  ……

  Zhao Nan once again organized a sword attack, and was once again broken by Lu Yuan's left hand with a casual swing of his sword. At this time, Lu Yuan had his right hand holding tofu.

  Zhao Nan realized at this time that no matter how he attacked, no matter how he organized his sword moves to attack, they were all easily deflected by Lu Yuan with a casual strike, breaking through his sword moves.

  If that was all, then so be it. But what Zhao Nan discovered was that Lu Yuan had been sitting in his position from start to finish, using only his left hand from start to finish, and his sword had never left its scabbard, always meeting the enemy with the scabbard on. From start to finish, his right hand had been holding a dish to eat, sometimes it was beef tendon, sometimes it was peanuts, and sometimes it was tofu.

  This...

  This...

  This...

  How is this possible!

  Lu Yuan, as rumored, was not a sloppy person. It was said that there was nothing powerful about him. However, when actually engaging with him in combat, Lu Yuan surprisingly remained seated and still, eating with his right hand while holding a sword with his left. The sword had yet to leave its scabbard, but he managed to disrupt all of his opponent's attacks just like this.

  Zhao Nan now feels like he's about to become a tragic figure, is the gap really that big? What's even more exaggerated is that they're currently at De Xing Restaurant, with many people around, and a lot of them are watching him being toyed with by Lu Yuan like a monkey, Zhao Nan now feels his face burning, and he's almost lost all sense of dignity.

  (That's it, several chapters have not appeared with tears streaming down his face, this time I'll try to make Zhao Nan cry.)