814 That Person Drinks (2/2)

It was because the man's voice was old to the extreme. And when air passed through his vocal cords, it sounded like dusty bronzed implements rubbing against each other. Even if the dust had been wiped off, the rust on the bronze objects rubbed against each other. It made everyone's soul shudder.

Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi did not get off the carriage. Their faces turned even paler when they heard the voice and their bodies cooled and felt like ice. It was as if they had suddenly neared their twilight years and were about to die.

Several dull groans could be heard inside the city wall. The Tang Army that had been aiming at the man with arrows were extremely distressed by the sound. Even the moss-covered wall bricks showed some faint signs of loosening. The wall had endured thousands of years of wind and rain, butseemed young before this old sound.

Jun Mo looked up calmly. There was not a trace of respect in his eyes.

He said, ”Leave, or die.”

The spring breeze started again. The flagon at the man's waist started swinging once more. He was a little surprised, and then, his expression returned to one of indifference as he looked at Jun Mo and said, ”I heard that you adhered to etiquette the most.”

”I have already greeted you, so I do not need to present any more etiquette.”

Jun Mo looked at the man and said, ”Those who study etiquette are learned because they respect. I have already saluted you because you are older than I am. My teacher once studied under you; I have already respected the order of things, but I don't respect you as a person.”

The man raised his eyebrows and said indifferently, ”Why am I not worthy of respect?”

Jun Mo answered, ”Because you are a coward.”

With that, the Qi of Heaven and Earth in front of the Southern City gates suddenly changed.

The spring breeze turned into a bone-chilling cold wind.

Jun Mo's empty sleeve that swayed in the spring breeze looked as if it had been starched too many times and was suddenly stiff. The extremely soft lines on the sleeves became extremely sharp lines.

His right arm was broken, but he still had sleeves.

He did not wave his sword, but his sleeves were still filled with sword style.

Several sharp sword styles appeared in the suddenly chilly spring breeze.

In the carriage, Zhang Nianzu and Li Guangdi looked even paler because they discovered that there seemed to be many sharp fine lines in the air, and every breath they took was so painful.

Several sword marks appeared in front of the man.

Crisp sounds occured on the flagon at his waist, and then, it gradually receded.

He looked at Jun Mo and said, ”He is indeed better at selecting disciples than us.”

Jun Mo answered, ”Teacher is better at everything than the two of you.”

With that said, he stretched his left hand to his waist, held the middle part of the scabbard, and held the sword in front of him. He held the iron sword in front of his brows, and he seemed respectful. But actually, he was as indifferent as ice.

Jun Mo had executed the junior's bow. He held the sword in front of him gravely.

The iron sword was straight and broad and was an impenetrable city wall in the wind.

The shadow of the iron sword and his sleeve cast on the ground as a dignified and continuous castle peak.

”You guarded the Verdant Canyon for seven days. First, you defeated Ye Su, and then, you injured Liu Bai. You are indeed extraordinary.”

The man looked at Jun Mo's raised sword and his expression turned slightly more serious.

But the change was slight. He waved his sleeves casually, and the spring breeze responded, lingering around his body. His aura suddenly rose and he suddenly broke through the Five States, arriving at an unknown peak.

He was not in the city, so the city wall could not stop him. He was not in the mountains, so one could not see him there. He did not wish to fight, so not even powerful Jun Mo could fight him. What state was this?

”Teacher once said that not even Buddha can compare to the state you have attained.” Jun Mo looked past his sword point and at the man. He continued, ”Since you do not wish to fight, why have you come?”

The man looked at him and said, ”I came to Chang'an to return something to the Academy.”

Jun Mo asked, ”What is it?”

The man replied, ”This horse carriage.”

Jun Mo answered, ”I am here, you may leave.”

The man asked, ”Does the carriage belong to you?”

Jun Mo answered, ”No.”

The man said, ”Since this is so, you are not the person I'm looking for.”

Jun Mo answered, ”Since this is my Youngest Brother's carriage, I can make a decision on his behalf.”

The man shook his head slowly and took a sip from his flagon. He looked at the mottled city wall and said, ”No, because you can't make any decisions in this city.”

Jun Mo looked at him and did not say anything.

He only had one hand. It held his sheath and he could not hold his sword.

The iron sword would show its sharpness since it had been pulled out of its sheath by itself, accompanied by the slightest sound of friction.

Then, the sound of friction sounded at the city gate as it started to open slowly.