"It's a pity there are no gods or buddhas in the world, unable to answer our questions."
"It's a pity there are no gods or buddhas in the world."
He drank the wine fully, explained all kinds of things, and leisurely stood up:
"You can't bear to see the sword in my hand."
"If he sees my sword, he might write a Buddhist scripture for me."
The old swordsman with white hair said with a smile, Li Guanyi felt the words were plain, yet truly audacious. He had traveled the world over such distances, and no one could speak such bold words so matter-of-factly anymore.
After Murong Longtu spoke about things, he didn't go immediately, but at this time, the largest matter in the Central State Imperial City was the scholars leaving the capital, batch after batch, leaving every day, their figures departing could be seen.
