novelaction Chapter 1167 The Fate of Yanquan (1 Drop of Wine)
Chapter 1167 The Fate of Yanquan (1 Drop of Wine)
Friends are like wine; they don't need to be aged. Just a sip is enough!
Mr. Mo Fan was rescued, and the sky was filled with the light of countless swords illuminating the entire night.
A sudden cry of surprise escaped the poet's lips:
"A Saint's Sword!"
As Shi Xi retreated, she used her internal energy to block the attack. Wherever her sword energy went, dust rose and thunder roared.
Although Shi Xihu won the fight against Mr. Mo Fan, his true energy was greatly depleted, and he was truly unable to stop the sudden attack of the saint's sword.
Like Mr. Mo Fan, Shi Xi was sent flying backwards and lay down on the ancient road, but her injuries were not very serious.
Shi Xi took flight and returned to the old site of the pavilion, but there was no trace of Mr. Mo Fan!
Shi Xi stroked his blood-stained beard, frowned deeply in thought, and after a long while, let out a soft sigh:
"Sigh, I was too impatient!"
Mr. Mo Fan was still sitting in a wheelchair, but someone was carrying the wheelchair on his back.
"Ahem... What brings you to Luowu?"
"I dislike the bad habits of bookworms. They ask questions they already know the answer to. Don't you know why I'm here?"
Mr. Mo Fan looked up at the waning moon in the sky, and after a moment, said softly:
"Your apprentice brought a message to Shutang: Song Yuyang was killed by Siyuan. She was too young and shouldn't have gotten involved in all this trouble!"
"She's just a little girl, you don't need to take her words seriously!"
"But her information came from the Ji family. The Ji family has probably turned their attention to the Youjian Sect. Jian Chenqing's entry into Yanquan is probably not that simple. You'd better not have any contact with Jian Chenqing and wait and see!"
The person who saved Mr. Mo Fan was Qian Xin's master, Jian Bujian.
Under the moonlight, Jian Bujian's expression shifted constantly as he carried Mr. Mo Fan on his back and fled towards the ancient city of Luowu.
"Who was that person just now? Someone I don't even know who could hurt you, I'm really curious!"
Mr. Mo Fan pondered for a long time before responding with only two words:
"Old friend!"
"Chen Qing is an old friend too!"
Jian Bujian was telling Mr. Mo Fan that he would not stand idly by and watch the situation unfold. The turmoil in the Yanquan Jianghu was about to reignite, and he would not let Jian Chenqing be swept into the storm alone again.
Mr. Mo Fan shook his head. He was too familiar with Jian Bujian, and since he couldn't persuade him, he stopped trying.
"I heard that Qianxin made a new friend in Jianying!"
"Why don't you just say Shen Yichen directly? You always talk in circles, it's so tiring!"
Jian Bujian landed gracefully outside a teahouse beside the ancient road. The teahouse was empty, but Jian Bujian didn't stand on ceremony. He went inside, found a pot of cold tea, and drank it directly.
Jian Bujian was indeed thirsty. He had been traveling all the way to Luowu Ancient City without resting, but he hadn't expected to save Mr. Mo Fan before even entering the city.
"Jian Chenqing is right next to Shen Yichen!"
With a "pfft," Jian Bujian spat out a mouthful of tea.
"What do you say?"
"Wasn't I being direct? Was I being deliberately obfuscated? Did I really have to say their relationship was unusual?"
Jian Bujian was stunned for a while, then sat down at the tea table and muttered to himself:
"What's this girl up to?"
"Take my advice: the winds of war are gathering in Yanquan. Youjian Sect must not get caught up in the conflict. Jian Chenqing's visit to Yanquan has very complicated reasons, and it is very likely that she is targeting Youjian Sect!"
"Could it be that Chen Qing has ulterior motives for leaving the Purple Rhyme Divine Pavilion? But how did she end up with Shen Yichen? Isn't she Murong Ruoxi's mother?"
"Alas, the Jianghu of Yanquan has been peaceful for too long. The Ji family, Youzhou, and the Ten Thousand Demons Sect are all making moves in Yanquan at the same time. It's really hard to see through the intricate relationships involved!"
Jian Bujian frowned deeply. He didn't care about the situation at Yanquan; he was concerned about Jian Chenqing.
What Jian Bujian was pondering was whether Jian Chenqing did it intentionally or was forced into it; this was truly crucial!
For decades, Jian Chenqing lived in seclusion in the Purple Rhyme Divine Pavilion. Suddenly, he entered Yanquan and became entangled with the Chosen One.
"Why is this girl still the same as she was back then, always causing me trouble?"
"Jian Chenqing is a sword, a sword without a blade yet capable of severely injuring a man. The Youjian Sect has taken back Qingbo Sword, but they have overlooked the fact that Raoqing Ji herself is a sword for dealing with men. No man can escape being injured. Who do you think is the one wielding this sword?"
Mr. Mo Fan pushed his wheelchair to the tea table.
"Is there any wine?"
"If I have wine, can I also drink tea? I'm going to Luowu Ancient City, where are you planning to go?"
Mr. Mo Fan took out a wine flask, shook it, and revealed a smile.
"Hehe, there's still a little bit left!"
Mr. Mo Fan tilted his head back and took a sip.
"Leave me a bite!"
Jian Bujian reached out and snatched the wine pot, but he was too slow. When he tilted his head back to drink, only a single drop of wine came out.
But Jian Bujian kept his eyes closed, seemingly very pleased, as if he were savoring the sweetness of the wine.
"This last drop of wine may determine the fate of all sects and factions in Yanquan. At the very beginning of this storm, the Ji family's God-Slaying Army and the Ten Thousand Demons Sect's Dragon Demon Army had already secretly infiltrated Yanquan. This storm may be even more intense than it was a thousand years ago!"
"The world's good and evil are like tea and wine, how can they possibly coexist? Wulang Academy, however, defies the heavens, and the result is predictable. But I don't understand why, a thousand years later, both the Ji family and the Ten Thousand Demons Sect seem to have allowed Wulang Academy to grow stronger and bigger!"
Mr. Mo Fan sighed softly:
"Perhaps they are all waiting for the chosen one!"
Jian Bujian didn't drink the cold tea he had brought to his lips. His brows furrowed more and more tightly, and after a moment, he exclaimed in surprise:
"Chen Qing has come for the chosen one!"
"That's for sure. The chosen one is lustful and passionate, and Jian Chenqing is an excellent sword!"
Jian Bujian put down the tea, his heart sinking to the bottom. The sword pointed at the chosen one was destined to end tragically, either broken, shattered, or destroyed!
"As a friend, let me give you another piece of advice: wait and see. If the hand wielding the sword doesn't appear, nothing you do will help. Only by severing that hand can you save Jian Chenqing!"
Jian Bujian stood up, turned his back to Mr. Mo Fan, and looked up at the sky. At this moment, Jian Bujian felt that the sky in Yanquan was really dark!
After a long silence, Jian Bujian said in a deep voice:
"What if man and sword become one?"
Mr. Mo Fan didn't understand at first. After a while, he exclaimed in surprise:
"You mean, you mean she herself was wielding the sword?"
"Qingbo Sword, Raoqing Concubine, for decades, Chenqing's dream of entering the martial world has never changed. Decades ago, Chenqing gave up Qingbo Sword for her dream. Now, she has refined Raoqing Concubine into another sword. Chenqing's heart is still as ruthless and persistent as ever!"
Mr. Mo Fan frowned deeply!
What was Jian Chenqing's dream?
"And what is your dream? You come from the Confucian Knight Pavilion, don't you?"
Mr. Mo Fan suddenly stepped back, exclaiming in surprise:
"You, how do you know?"
"Friend, take care of yourself. Jian Chenqing is a sword, and so are you!"
Jian Bujian left, but he still chose to enter the ancient city of Luowu.
Mr. Mo Fan watched Jian Bujian's retreating figure quietly until it disappeared.
Mr. Mo Fan sighed softly:
"Alas, the Confucian Swordsman Pavilion has given birth to two swords, and I am only one of them, but I really want to be the one who wields my own sword!"