RBCT Chapter 51 Blood Knife
Chapter 51 Blood Knife
"Besides the twelve invitations allocated to the six major sects, there are five invitations remaining."
"One of them is in your hands, and the remaining four have been lost to the world. I, the old beggar, know the whereabouts of three of them, one of which belongs to Mo of the Qingcheng Sect."
As they were talking, a swordsman sat down at the next table.
This swordsman had a cold expression, a murderous aura, and was filled with a bloodthirsty presence.
"Waiter, the dishes are ready."
When he took out the banknotes, there were also four exquisite invitations tucked inside, all of them stained with blood.
Sheng Wansong raised an eyebrow; those were clearly four invitations to the Sword Appraisal Association.
The four visiting cards mentioned by the old beggar suddenly appeared at the same time.
"I've seen this kid before."
Upon seeing the swordsman, the old beggar, with a chicken bone in his mouth, fell into deep thought.
When the waiter came to serve him, the swordsman asked, "Do you know where Sheng Wansong lives?"
The waiter glanced at Sheng Wansong, and seeing that he didn't speak, shook his head. "How could we, insignificant people, know the whereabouts of those martial arts masters?"
"That's true."
The swordsman didn't think much of it, took off his straw hat, and kept his long sword close to his body.
"I remember now!"
The old beggar snapped a chicken bone in two with a single bite, shouting, "He's last year's runner-up in the sword-tasting competition, Blood Blade Liang Chen!"
Upon hearing his name, Liang Chen looked up.
"So it was that old beggar from the Beggars' Sect."
He glanced at it only once, then turned away and ignored it.
"This Liang Chen came from the Heavenly Blade Sect. At a young age, he made a name for himself. Because of his domineering personality and extreme actions, he was known in the martial arts world as the Tyrant Blade. Later, when the Heavenly Blade Sect split into the Blade Faction and the Qi Faction, Liang Chen slaughtered both factions and wiped out the entire Heavenly Blade Sect. He forged the Blood Blade's reputation with the blood of his fellow disciples."
I was right next to him, but the old beggar didn't hold back at all and continued, "Liang Chen boasted that he was the number one expert among the younger generation, but he lost to the Gentleman Sword Mo Xuan by a single move in the Sword Appraisal Tournament ten years ago, and has since disappeared from the martial arts world."
"I imagine these past ten years must have been spent in seclusion and arduous cultivation."
"I have shown myself here only to avenge my previous humiliation."
Liang Chen kept his eyes straight ahead, unmoved by the old beggar's words.
He wasn't looking for trouble, but the old beggar struck up a conversation with him: "I'm telling you, the rules of this Sword Appraisal Competition have always been that once you've won first place, you can't participate again. You're unlikely to run into Mo Xuan."
"If you want to challenge him, I, Old Beggar, will tell you which inn he stays at."
Liang Chen snorted coldly and said in a deep voice, "Once I win the championship, I will naturally challenge Gentleman Sword again on an equal footing."
"If you're so inclined, why don't you tell me where that magnificent pine tree is?"
Sheng Wansong calmly took a sip of tea. If he were obsessed with his identity, Liang Chen would never have the chance to fight Mo Xuan again in his life.
The old beggar glanced at Sheng Wansong and asked with a smile:
"What do you want with Sheng Wansong?"
Liang Chen answered confidently: "Naturally, we should deal with those who are just seeking fame and fortune first, so as not to waste time and drag things out at the sword appraisal meeting."
"hehe."
The old beggar smiled and said, "Then I suggest you take care of those two junior members of the Beggars' Clan first. They live in the Beggars' Clan branch next door."
Liang Chen was slightly surprised to hear this. "Senior, are you going to support Sheng Wansong?"
"The old beggar just felt that Sheng Wansong didn't seem like someone who was just trying to gain fame."
Liang Chen glanced at Sheng Wansong sitting opposite the old beggar and nodded slightly. "Then I'll leave him for the Sword Appraisal Tournament."
The rest of the days passed without any trivial matters, and time flew by until the day of the Sword Appraisal Competition.
Sheng Wansong slowly awoke amidst a soft, moist sensation.
When I lifted the covers, I saw Anlan hiding under the covers eating a lollipop.
The lollipops from Taoyuan are made with high-quality ingredients, and the first one alone filled her mouth.
Sheng Wansong's face darkened, and he demanded, "What are you doing?!"
An Lan spat out the lollipop with difficulty, huddled under the covers, and dared not look Sheng Wansong in the eye.
"I've seen Guan Lin do that before."
Sheng Wansong patted her head, "You're still too young, don't learn these things."
"I'll teach you when you're older, if you're still interested."
An Lan rarely showed any dissatisfaction, "How big is big enough!"
Sheng Wansong pondered for a moment and replied, "After you have created three moves from the Doomsday Martial Codex, of course, three moves that I will approve of."
Although Anlan is exceptionally talented, she has a higher vision than Wansong.
If we want to create three moves that will satisfy him, it would roughly take three to five years.
By then, Anlan will be a little adult, and naturally she can learn from him.
After saying that, Sheng Wansong lifted the quilt and, with An Lan's help, put on his clothes.
A master of unparalleled skill can naturally control their power and will not be troubled by simple physiological phenomena.
"We already have one move."
An Lan muttered to herself as she picked up the clothes from the hanger and put them on Sheng Wansong.
Her cheeks were red and swollen, and she asked:
"Master, is today the sword-tasting competition?"
"That's right."
Sheng Wansong raised his arms and waited for An Lan to put on his outer garment before replying, "Today, we will set off for Mingjian Manor."
After helping Sheng Wansong get dressed, Anlan began preparing hot water and helping him wash up.
Compared to when she first took An Lan in, she is now skilled in martial arts and much more agile.
Mingjian Manor is isolated overseas; to reach it, one must travel by boat.
Sheng Wansong and An Lan headed towards the Suzhou dock. Just as they were about to ask the boatman, Lin Xian'er suddenly popped her head out of a large ship, jumping up and down and waving vigorously at them, "Brother Wansong, I knew you'd come here!"
Seeing Lin Xian'er, An Lan was slightly unhappy. This woman was getting closer and closer to her master, which was one of the reasons why she acted rashly this morning.
She thought that leaving Peach Blossom Spring would mean a world for two, but no matter where she went, women would harass her, which annoyed her to no end.
"I've asked my father to prepare this large ship; let's go to Mingjian Manor together!"
Many ships have already set sail overseas from the dock.
The large ship beneath Lin Xian'er's feet was the most luxurious among all the ships docked at the pier.
"good!"
Sheng Wansong picked up Anlan and lightly leaped onto the boat.
Lin Xian'er said with a grin, "Although I don't have an invitation card, I often go to Mingjian Manor with my father. Uncle Ouyang certainly won't refuse me as a guest!"
Sheng Wansong glanced at her; no one could enter Mingjian Manor without a visiting card.
But scions of noble families, of course, do not need to follow the usual rules.
"I haven't seen Sister Xue in a long time, and I miss her a bit. I might as well go see Sister Ouyang."
Upon hearing the name "Sister Xue," Sheng Wansong's heart stirred.
"The Xue-jie you mentioned is Ouyang Xue, the young lady of Mingjian Manor."
Seeing that Sheng Wansong was interested in this, Lin Xian'er was not happy and pouted, "As expected, no man can escape the charm of the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan."
"Brother Wansong, you won't abandon me after seeing Sister Xue, will you?!"
Sheng Wansong sighed helplessly, "It's still far from certain, don't overthink it."
Of course, both sides are.