readsfreenovel Chapter 112 Li Xunhuan
Chapter 112 Li Xunhuan
Then, a horse-drawn carriage appeared in the desert.
The carriage came from the north, slowly and leisurely making its way towards the group, as if this were not a vast, desolate desert.
Instead, it's as relaxing and comfortable as having your own little courtyard.
Such a bizarre scene made anyone with a sound mind realize that the newcomer was no ordinary person, and for a moment, everyone on the scene had a different expression.
Only the heavy breathing of the horses could be heard in the air!
Qian Wucai narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze fixed on the burly man driving the car.
The big man was burly and imposing, with a full beard and muscles that were faintly visible. He sat there as if he were a rock.
Qian Wucai's eyesight was not to be underestimated. With just one glance, he could tell that the burly man was also practicing external martial arts!
Moreover, he was a true master who had mastered Iron Shirt martial arts step by step, building his skills to perfection.
To say that this person alone is not enough to be considered the savior Duan Tianya mentioned, the person in the carriage is probably the real trump card of the Dragon Guard Manor!
The big man ignored what everyone was thinking and simply drove his carriage closer.
"Hee-hee-hee! Young Master, we've arrived!"
As the burly man reined in the carriage, he also looked up and began to scan the crowd, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's!
"Ahem... I'm not late, am I?"
Suddenly, a violent coughing sound came from inside the carriage, sounding like that of a sickly person.
The moment he heard that voice, the burly man's gaze softened instantly. "Young Master Meilai is still alive!"
"That's good, that's good. If only we had some wine right now. *cough cough*..."
Hearing this from inside the carriage, a hint of heartache flashed in the burly man's eyes, and he quickly reminded him, "Young master, the doctor said that you should drink less alcohol given your health."
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Countless thoughts raced through Qian Wucai's mind as he pondered which master was this sickly fellow. There were quite a few masters like him in the martial arts world, after all.
There's also the condition of being a heavy drinker.
He had a feeling that he had seen this document before in a secret room in the valley.
But there's always that slight difference; they can never quite match the masters of the martial arts world!
The person who could hire such a skilled man as a coachman must be no ordinary person himself.
But what does he have to fear if he has no money? This time, no one can save Guihai Yidao except a grandmaster. But is that even possible?
Every grandmaster-level expert is treasured by their respective sects and schools. Who would bother coming to this godforsaken desert to eat sand? Only a fool would do that!
Just as Qian Wucai was comforting himself.
Suddenly, the curtains were pulled open.
Inside the carriage sat a middle-aged man, who looked to be in his thirties or forties, with some wrinkles beginning to appear at the corners of his eyes.
Strangely, the wrinkles around his eyes didn't make him look old; instead, they added to his mature charm.
But what's most peculiar is his eyes; they are like willow branches swaying in the spring breeze, gentle yet lively.
A few wavy strands of hair slanted down her forehead, adding a touch of melancholy beauty to her appearance.
Even Qian Wucai couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "So handsome?"
Moreover, this person in front of me had a damnably broken feeling about him, as if the more miserable his life was, the more amazing his charm became!
However, he quickly thought of other things. This person must not be seen by Zhou Wuse, otherwise, who knows how crazy Zhou Wuse would go!
However, he shouldn't have no recollection of a master with such an appearance.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man slowly stepped down from the carriage and saw Zhou Huai'an surrounded by people.
His eyes suddenly brightened, a smile flashing within them, as if flowers were blooming even in the desert.
"It's been a long time since I've seen Huai'an."
"Long time no see, Xunhuan!"
Zhou Huai'an looked at the person in front of him with excitement. He thought the person wouldn't come, but it seemed he had worried too much. This person had never let his friends down.
Now he was completely relieved, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. Now he would see how those eunuchs, like Cao Shaoqin, would die!
Seeking pleasure? Did the Ming Dynasty even have such a master?
No, wait! Xunhuan? In his thirties or forties?! Li Xunhuan?! And in the desert!
Upon hearing Zhou Huai'an call out the middle-aged man's name, along with a combination of several key pieces of information!
Qian Wucai's pupils suddenly contracted sharply. Only then did he realize why he had always felt like he had seen information in the valley.
It turns out to be Li Xunhuan, the Flying Dagger Master, who has been out of the public eye for many years!
Once ranked third on the Weapon Ranking, this peerless master, it's said, hasn't updated the Weapon Ranking in a long time.
At the same time, I recalled the description of Li Xunhuan in the valley: eight words! A chosen one of heaven, skilled in both literature and martial arts!
Li Xunhuan was born with a silver spoon in his mouth! Seven members of his family passed the imperial examinations, and both father and son were ranked third in the examinations!
In addition, he was also skilled in both literature and martial arts. In terms of literature, he lived up to his father's expectations and became a third-ranked scholar in the imperial examination. In terms of martial arts, he developed his own unique style of flying daggers!
Unfortunately, he was ultimately bound by feelings and loyalty, and gave up his childhood sweetheart and the Li family's legacy built over generations.
After giving it all to his sworn brother Long Xiaoyun, he went far away beyond the Great Wall, and more than ten years have passed since then.
People in the martial arts world are very forgetful; many have long forgotten him, forgotten the former Little Li Tan Hua!
Long Xiaoyun, on the contrary, relied on the legacy left by Li Xunhuan to make a fairly good name for himself in the martial arts world, and could barely rival Hengshan.
Li Xunhuan's cousin, Lin Shiyin, eventually married him. Long Xiaoyun was like Qin Shi Huang eating peppercorns – he won!
"I haven't shown my face in the martial world for a long time. I never thought that the famous Five Wanderers of Bliss would still recognize me."
Li Xunhuan looked at Qian Wucai with a smile in his eyes.
"Of course I know the famous Little Li Flying Dagger, Li Xunhuan. Otherwise, wouldn't it make us, the Bliss Valley, seem ignorant and uninformed?"
Qian Wucai looked at Li Xunhuan with a serious expression. Although he was completely bewildered by Li Xunhuan's act of giving away a house and a woman, he knew that he had to show respect to someone more powerful than himself.
"I can't be called famous; I'm just an ordinary person in the martial arts world now."
Li Xunhuan replied softly.
Before Qian Wucai could speak, Zhou Huai'an, his face filled with grief and indignation, pointed at the crowd.
"Xunhuan, Lord Yang is a loyal minister of the court, yet he has been treated so badly by the eunuchs of the Eastern Depot. You've come at the perfect time. After you've killed them all, come with me to send Lord Yang's bloodline out!"
Duan Tianya and Gui Haiyidao, who were standing to the side, didn't say anything. The Eastern Depot was not on good terms with them, so it was a good thing to be able to use Li Xunhuan's help.
Upon hearing Zhou Huai'an's words, a strange light flashed in Tie Chuanjia's eyes.