The Transmigrated Sword Emperor

When the first wisp of purple qi came from the east, Li Dao was already sitting by the window, breathing in and out.

Xiangyang City was bustling with activity today, and the streets were filled with people from the martial arts world.

The Martial Arts Competition was held several dozen miles away from the city. In the early morning, these martial artists rushed out of the city, afraid that they would be late by even a second.

When the sun's rays were hot, Li Dao stood up and tidied up his clothes.

Lifting his foot and stepping out of the restaurant's entrance, Li Dao stretched out his right hand and said, "The wind is blowing!"

Li Dao started to bluster. Sun Zhenzi muttered to himself. He was really getting more and more confused by the young master's words.

At this time, there were no longer any martial artists on the street. There were only people who wanted to do business peacefully.

He went out of the city gate, jumped on his horse, and with a pinch on the horse's belly, the horse ran out with a cry.

There were very few civilians living in the Da Sheng Pass. This was the border where Song Meng fought. Most of the people that lived here had moved away. Only those who were old, weak, sick, or unwilling to leave their hometowns were left.

Today, however, the Victory Pass was bustling with noise and excitement. Saber-wielding practitioners followed suit, walking towards a manor within the pass.

At the entrance of the manor, there was a middle-aged man in his thirties with a moustache and a feathered crown on his head. At the end of his hair was a good leather bag.

This person was standing in front of the door. Whenever a martial artist walked in front of the door, he would always clasp his hands and salute.

Everyone from the martial arts world cupped their fists in return and said, "Villa Owner Lu is too polite."

This person was the owner of the manor, the original Young Master of Guiyun Manor at the edge of Tai Lake, the disciple of Old Huang Xie, Lu Guanyin.

The Lu father and son were originally water bandits from Taihu Lake. Ever since his father died, Lu Guanying had abandoned his family business to sell off his family property. He and his wife Cheng Yaoga had come to Xiangyang to help Guo Jing fight Mongolia.

Lu Guanying looked heroic and was also the grand disciple of Old Xie Huang. Logically speaking, his martial arts skills should be pretty good. The truth was, Lu Guanyin's martial arts skills were not even on par with the martial arts world. He had just barely managed to step into the ranks of second-rate experts.

Dressed in a red cloak, her face was rosy, and Lu was in high spirits. For Guo Jing to actually let him manage such a grand meeting, it gave him the feeling that a soldier would die for a confidant.

It had to be known that the current Guo Jing was no longer a fool from more than ten years ago, but a great hero of his generation who worked for his country and his people.

Now that the word 'Guo Jing' was mentioned in the martial arts world, who didn't give a thumbs up in praise of Great Hero Guo?

Within the manor, numerous pairs of eyes were placed on tables filled with wine. On top of the tables were delicacies, as well as wine and aged wine.

In the open space at the back of the manor stood a thirty meter long and thirty meter wide arena. The entire arena was covered in red silk.

This sort of arrangement was something that could not be done without the Myriad Manifestation Family's wealth. Lu Guanyin these years did not produce much, no business, you can see how much wealth he accumulated in Taihu as a water bandit.

In the martial arts world, there were many people who were not as wealthy as Lu Guanying. Guo Jing's mansion was built with the aid of some insignificant people. Otherwise, if the Guo couple were busy fighting the Meng army and the emperor of Song Dynasty did not pay Guo Jing official salaries, where would his livelihood have come from?

Of course, it was a person like Lu Guanying, who admired Hero Guo, who paid for it with his own money.

By late morning, almost all of the martial artists who had come to attend the Martial Arts Competition had arrived. Lu Guanyin wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood there to entertain the entire morning. It was time to go back and have a cup of tea.

Just as he was about to turn around and enter the manor, a youth in azure clothes and a young girl in white clothes walked over from afar.

Lu has a smile on his face. The Jianghu needs these young chivalrous women.