I'm Really a Villain!

I saw two extremely large characters engraved on this stalwart city.

"Chang'an."

Chang'an, the capital of prosperity.

The city is very lively, with people coming and going and shuttling.

Walking into the city, you can see lion dancers, acrobats, and countless pedestrians.

"It's so lively," Xu Zimo said.

"Chang'an is the founding capital of the six kingdoms, so it's naturally lively," Xie Changliu replied.

"This city has existed since the Middle Ages. It has gone through the changes of six dynasties, and it is still blooming like a brocade."

"Then rest here for one night and start tomorrow," Xu Zimo said.

Xie Changliu nodded.

Passing through the lively crowd, the two found a well-decorated inn.

Walking into the inn, because most of the people were already sitting on the first floor, and it was very noisy, so under the guidance of the staff, the two came to the second floor.

Habitual location by the window facing the street.

Xie Changliu sat at the window, looking down at Xiaoban Chang'an City from the second floor without moving his eyes.

His eyes were deep and filled with inexplicable emotions.

"The last dynasty here was the Ming Empire," Xie Changliu said silently.

"The one created by Emperor Ming? I heard it was destroyed by Emperor Shi," Xu Zimo replied.

He had been to Emperor Ming's small world before, and the other party had already died in the hands of the Lich. To be precise, the soul had been controlled by the Lich.

So I still understand something more or less.

"That's right, after Emperor Shi destroyed the Ming Empire, this place was once extremely barren," Xie Changliu replied.

"Later, Emperor Shi left, and the Zhou family, who helped Emperor Shi destroy the Ming Empire and made great contributions, occupied this place.

Created a new empire, the Great Zhou. "

"You know this place very well," Xu Zimo said.

"I learned swordsmanship in the Ming Dynasty when I was three years old, and I have lived here for hundreds of years. This place has long been my home.

It's a pity that when the Ming Empire fell, I couldn't do anything about it, the emperor was too strong," Xie Changliu said with emotion.

"I have stayed in the small world of the ends of the earth for nearly a thousand years, but now I come back, but I feel very strange.

Everything is different from imagination. "

While the two were talking, the guy at the inn had already brought up the special meals.

"Take it easy, both of you," watching the buddy leave, at this moment, a group of people came up from the stairs on the second floor.

They were all young men and women, wearing expensive and splendid robes with an oval shape underneath.

They are all dark blue, with a pattern of two crossed swords on the chest.

It can be seen that they are of good status.

After this group of people came up, they sat next to them in the private room separated by a screen.

There is no door in the private room, only a screen.

From Xu Zimo's perspective, he could even see the private room.

"Junior Sister Yurou, can you comprehend the four-sword pose that Master taught today?" Only one of the youths asked.

"Backward split, swivel swing, straight thrust, counter attack, the master said that these four moves are the foundation of swordsmanship, as well as the essence.

If you can comprehend it, you can generate endless sword moves," the woman replied softly.

"Junior Sister is ignorant, and still doesn't know how to do it."

This group of people was talking and laughing there, discussing sword moves all the time.

At this moment, I saw another person walking up the stairs.

This man was dressed very much like a beggar.

The clothes are ragged, tattered, unkempt, and a stench can be smelled from far away.

And one of his legs was broken.

His hair covered his face, so he couldn't see anything clearly.

He limped up the stairs and sat quietly in the corner on the second floor.

The clerk of the inn followed him, holding the cheapest sake in his hand.

"You're right here in this corner, leave as soon as you finish your drink quietly, lest the shopkeeper talk about me again," the man said after putting down the sake, and left quickly.

Only the beggar sat quietly in the corner, not talking, just drinking wine.

After a while, the young girls from the elegant room came out and saw the beggar at a glance.

"Look, everyone, the former swordsman is here again to beg for wine," a young man laughed.

Chapter 1139 Sword mad Li Zi, the past

"He still has the face, if I were him, I would have left Chang'an City long ago," the young man next to him snorted coldly.

"After all, his legs are broken, how can he live without Chang'an?" Someone said in a strange way.

However, the beggar in the corner remained unmoved.

He just turned his back to everyone, quietly looked out the window, and quietly drank the wine in his hand.

"Smelly beggar, I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?" The leading young man stepped forward, slapped the wine glass in front of the beggar, and said flatly.

"Is Da Zhou's Sword Academy so hard to recruit people now?" The beggar raised his head slowly and said calmly.

His voice was hoarse, and he was not angry, as if his mood was like a pool of stagnant water.

"You dare to mock me at the Sword Academy?" the young man said coldly.

"Look at the trash you look like now, if it wasn't for Master's order, you wouldn't be allowed to die.

Do you think you can live till now?

Dog-like thing, do you think you are still the sword madman back then? "

"Sword Madness is just a title given to me by others. I didn't care a long time ago."

The beggar said calmly: "Now I am just an ordinary person holding a sword."

"Hold a sword, can you still afford a sword now?" the young man mocked.

"There is a sword in the heart, and the sword will last forever," the beggar replied.

Those young people snorted coldly, but they couldn't refute the beggar's words.

After all, they are all sword masters.

Only to hear one of the youths say again: "Li Zi, the Great Zhou has already flourished, and one day you will be tolerated as a remnant of the former dynasty.

Suicide is better than someone else's killing, and it doesn't disgrace your reputation as a sword madman. "

The young man's voice fell, and the beggar didn't answer, only hearing the sound of chopsticks falling from the side.

Xie Changliu slowly raised his head, staring at the beggar sitting in the corner in a daze.

The disheveled hair covered the entire face of the beggar, and he couldn't see the face of the beggar clearly, so he just said softly: "Stay for a long month and hang on the Dongxi pine."

After the voice fell, the beggar looked up at him.

"Master?" Xie Changliu asked tentatively.

"You, you're back?" the beggar finally spoke, the hair on his face was scattered on both sides, and he could finally see his face clearly.

It was a face that was too old to look straight at.

His face was full of wrinkles and ravines, densely packed with wrinkles all over his face, his eyes were cloudy, without a trace of energy.

Lips are chapped and thin like a walking corpse.

"Master, how did you become like this?" Xie Changliu asked in disbelief.

He stepped forward, but was stopped by those young girls.

"You know him?" the leading young man looked at Xie Changliu and asked.

"Get out of the way," Xie Changliu said in a cold tone.

"Yo, you don't seem to have a good temper," the young man said with a smile, unmoved.

"If you know him, then you should be a remnant of the previous dynasty. Come with us now."

Just as the young man's voice fell, there was a loud "boom".

Xie Changliu hadn't drawn his sword yet, but a little sword intent burst out from the scabbard, directly knocking the young man away from the second floor.

The window bars were broken, and the young man fell heavily on the street facing the street.

"You dare to injure Senior Brother Ming, do you know who we are?" The other youths hurriedly distanced themselves, pulled out their long swords from their waists, and looked at Xie Changliu vigilantly.

"I don't know, and I don't need to know," Xie Changliu said flatly.

"I only know that whoever blocks me will end up like him."

"You, you wait, our Linjian Academy will not let this matter go away," a young man said harshly, and the others hurriedly left the inn.

……

Xie Changliu brought the old man to Xu Zimo.

"This is my master. During the three hundred years of my practice in the Ming Empire, he has always taught me the way of swordsmanship.

Lead me to get started," Xie Changliu introduced.

"Sit down," Xu Zimo waved his hands and said with a smile, "You master and apprentice haven't seen each other for a long time, so don't worry about me."