And so it was, Sword Madman Murong Longtu personally led the horse to guard.
To speak of it was indeed a tale worth boasting about.
These Jianghu Guests, these noble sons, all gathered here, naturally along came the peddlers carrying poles to do business. Today, this vendor carried a pole, with bundles of edamame on one side and wine on the other, plying his trade up and down the Academy.
Some Martial Artists tossed a few copper coins, took some edamame to eat with their wine while chatting leisurely.
Just making a hard-earned living.
For several days, the scholars in the Academy gradually disappeared without a trace, and still there was no sign of the so-called Sword Madman. Some noble family's sons already left out of boredom, but the vendor noticed a green-robed old man walking over. The vendor looked at his waist and didn't see any weapon.
