Peace Order

The seventeenth master of the contemporary martial world, former guest elder of The World’s First Building, Tu Shengyuan.

His Qinggong was exceptionally outstanding.

Tu Shengyuan was a bit embarrassed.

Previously, during the wedding of Emperor Qin and the empress, he snuck in to have a drink, and encountered Xue Daoyong and Yue Qianfeng, a bunch of those guys. This was still manageable, but then he ran into Murong Qiushui, who brought up the incident years ago where Murong Qiushui and Taiping Duke’s wife Su Changqing were listed on the Beauty List, leading to a confrontation with Taiping Duke and the Sword Madman.

The old storyteller couldn’t face them and slipped away again.

After slipping away this time, he felt that Jiangnan was not a good place to stay.

So he turned back all the way and ended up at the edge of the East Sea, where he then encountered that accursed fisherman. In the end, he almost became food for a giant whale of the East Sea, being dragged into the secret realm of the Stargazing School, thinking it would be impossible to escape.

Fortunately, after General Xue came out, he and the fisherman had it out directly.

In those days, for Ranger Li Guanyi and the significant matter of Shaking Light, there was both good news and bad news.

The good news was, Li Guanyi did not end up exchanging blows with his father-in-law at the homecoming banquet.

The bad news was.

General Xue clashed on the spot with Emperor Qin’s father-in-law.

The Whale Hunter casually revealed the matters of General Xue and Shaking Light from five hundred years ago, and the reason why Shaking Light didn’t return to the Stargazing School back then, complicating the situation.

Goodness, it was a scene filled with dust and loud curses.

Tu Shengyuan crawled forward on the ground.

With the justifiable yet intense words ’Shaking Light and I are in mutual affection, what is my fault’

’You should call me ancestor.’

’Call me grandpa!’

’Slurp slurp slurp, slurp slurp slurp’

and other such phrases amidst the dust, Tu Shengyuan bumped into the old Siming, who also had a Mystic Turtle on his head while crawling forward. The two old fellows wandering in the chaos just glanced at each other and understood everything.

The trouble was tricky, and amidst the chaos.

They slipped away.

Where the old Siming went, Tu Shengyuan didn’t know, but this storyteller, after some reflection, felt that he seemed to have quite the contrary karma with Emperor Qin over the past few years, making both Jiangnan and the East Sea unsuitable to stay in, prompting him to immediately change direction towards the Western Regions.

He joined the traveling merchants, and the journey was rather pleasant.

Tu Shengyuan previously recounted stories drunkenly at the East Sea, encountered by the Whale Hunter, thus bringing about this calamity. After some sober reflection, he vowed to his deceased wife to never drink again, nor tell stories to avoid further trouble.

In the end, he didn’t drink much.

But after holding back from storytelling for half a month, he still sought his wife’s forgivness at her grave, unable to keep his tongue idle, so he resumed storytelling.

Moments later, as the storm subsided, Shi Yisong executed a horizontal slash in mid-air.

A flicker of strange color passed through Tu Shengyuan’s eyes.

The true essence of the Murong Family’s sword technique.

This kid has actually learned something of value.

Shi Yisong returned with ease, sheathing his long sword, the sandstorm gradually calming. Tu Shengyuan set down the tarp shielding against the wind and sand, tugging at his collar and shaking the hem of his clothing to scatter the fine sand that blew in.

The caravan rested on the spot, and Shi Yisong tossed over a water bag, saying with a smile:

"Old man, have a sip of water."

Tu Shengyuan took a sip of water and said, "Little Shitou, in a few days we’ll reach Anxi City, this trip of yours for business can be considered successful. Afterwards, you’ll transport the furs and jerky from the Western Regions back along the way. Though the journey is tough, the profit is quite considerable."

Shi Yisong laughed and said, "Yes, but I have some personal matters to attend to."

"I may have to trouble the old man to wait a few days."

Tu Shengyuan understood and said:

"It’s about the Sword Qi and Sword Intent left behind by the Sword Madman, correct?"

Approximately ten years ago, back then Emperor Qin was merely a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, somehow he offended the Martial Arts Legend green-robed guest Zhang Ziyong of that time, leading the Sword Madman to take up his sword and battle Zhang Ziyong along the way from the Western Regions.

The scattered Sword Intent along the way penetrated into the Red Willow Group.

Now, ten years later, that patch of red willows grows slowly, with leaves as sharp as swords, exuding a majestic aura that has become a remarkable spectacle in the Western martial arts world, drawing numerous swordsmen from afar to witness such grandeur.

Even if they cannot obtain the Divine Charm left by the Sword Madman.

They can still offer incense sticks and wield a long sword to pay homage to the unrivaled Sword Madman.

Outside that patch of red willow forest, the swords left behind by swordsmen from various places stand like a forest, representing the skill and admiration of future generations, complementing each other. When the wind blows, the subtle killing sound is indistinguishable from the swaying red willows or the whistling Sword Qi, making it a wondrous sight.

Shi Yisong said, "When I was young, I received some guidance from the old master Sword Madman. Although my talent was poor and I couldn’t receive true inheritance from him, I owe him a great debt. Now that I have the opportunity to come to the Western Regions, I must go and pay my respects."

"But as for you, old man, aren’t you avoiding someone? Are you still alright?"

Tu Shengyuan tilted his head back, drinking the tea with a sense of boldness.

It was tea made of wheat, said to clear heat and reduce fire, commonly found in the northwest. He smacked his lips and wiped his lips, thinking that the first time he ran into Emperor Qin’s wedding was unprepared; the second time it was because of his loose tongue, just bad luck.

Now that he’s reached the Western Regions and hidden in the caravan, there’s no way he’ll run into them again?

"Heh..."

Tu Shengyuan wiped his beard and tossed the leather water bag back with confidence:

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"If I run into them again this time, I’ll eat this leather water bag!"

Shi Yisong laughed, "Old man, don’t come to mooch food off me."

"Although there are some ripples in the Western Regions now, it’s still stable enough to find a meal."