Who in the world does not know you?

Chapter 22 The Sword Master of the World

"It is our young master who is deeply in love with Mu Li. He even held a grand funeral for Mu Li in that huge general's mansion. Otherwise, he would not have left the mansion in plain clothes. Such a look is really monotonous."

Ning Qi chuckled and teased Qing Chuan, who merely raised an eyebrow without offering any rebuttal.

The local residents of Ningzhou Prefecture all know how eccentric the eldest young master of General Yun Que's mansion is, so much so that no matter what bizarre things he does now, no one will find it strange.

Ye Zi blinked at Qing Chuan, who had a casual expression on his face. She opened her mouth slightly as if to say something, but ultimately did not say anything.

A series of footsteps came from the stairs. Manager Liu walked quickly to the front, a smile on his face that was a mixture of flattery and apology.

Qingchuan crossed his arms over his chest, looked up at Manager Liu, and pouted.

"What's going on? Didn't I give you money for your meal?"

"Young Master, our shop recently hired an old storyteller. He's from out of town, childless, and has lived a solitary life, eating and sleeping wherever he goes. Now he's in Ningzhou Prefecture and has nowhere to make a living. I took pity on him and heard he can tell stories, so I give him some money every day to entertain you here. He usually tells stories on the first floor. Today, since you're here, I came to inquire. If you're in the mood, I'll let him come up and tell a story for our distinguished guests. If you prefer quiet, I won't let him come upstairs to disturb you."

Once Manager Liu finished speaking, everyone present understood his intentions. They couldn't help but secretly admire Manager Liu for being able to run a restaurant in Ningzhou Prefecture for so many years and for dealing with countless customers from all walks of life. He was indeed incredibly meticulous.

He made a special trip upstairs to tell Qingchuan about the storyteller. Later, when the young master Qingchuan finished eating and drinking and came downstairs to find someone telling stories to entertain him, he wouldn't be able to find fault with it.

Qingchuan was naturally not very interested in such things. With his status, if he wanted to go out and seek pleasure, he would always have beautiful women by his side, making others envious.

He had seen those poor people who made a living by telling stories and playing music in teahouses and restaurants, entertaining ordinary people. When he was in a good mood, he would give them a lot of money as a reward. But today he really had no interest in listening to people tell stories.

"No need, just let him stay downstairs..."

"Third brother, I love listening to storytelling."

Ning Qi interrupted Qing Chuan with a serious expression.

Looking at Ning Qi, who had a bushy beard and a square face and looked like he was over forty at first glance, Qingchuan felt a tightness in his chest, but he couldn't go against his straightforward older brother, so he had to change the subject.

"Just let him come up and say a few words..."

Manager Liu paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded.

"Alright, I'll bring him up right away."

The sound of Manager Liu's footsteps as he went downstairs, and his shouts urging the old storyteller to hurry upstairs, were clearly heard by the group.

Regarding the case of the courtesan's death in the Rouge Pavilion, Yun Luobai had just given his guess and a general idea of ​​how to find the murderer. Ning Qi trusted him and felt relieved, as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining.

For Ning Qi, being able to get together with his brothers whom he hasn't seen in a long time for drinks and listen to a story is a great joy in life.

Not long after, an elderly man dressed in gray came upstairs.

He looked to be at least sixty years old, but thankfully his eyes were not clouded and his back was not hunched.

Guided by the waiter's whispered directions, he arrived at an empty table in the center of the second floor, but did not sit down.

He faced the direction where Yun Luobai and the others were, with a kind smile on his face, looking benevolent and gentle.

"I am not very talented, and the stories of the martial arts world I am telling are just what I know from storytellers' oral traditions. Please forgive me if I am not good at telling them."

After he finished speaking, he bowed in the direction of Qingchuan. Upon seeing this, the latter quickly stood up to return the bow before sitting back down.

There were several other diners on the second floor of the Honggu Restaurant, but Qingchuan's identity was well-known in Ningzhou Prefecture, so no one said anything about the extra storyteller at this moment.

The old man cleared his throat, stood upright like a pine tree, slammed his gavel heavily on the wooden table beside him, and smiled.

"Today, I will tell you about the once-famous Sword Master of the Martial World. I'm sure you all have heard of him. That's right, he was Li Zigui, the personal disciple of the Ancestor Jieran of Sanqing Mountain, who later became the number one on the Martial Arts Ranking."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Ning Qi couldn't help but clap his hands and cheer.

"good!"

His face was beaming with excitement, his mature appearance belying his barely suppressed joy.

When Ning Qi noticed that everyone was looking at him, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and then laughed awkwardly.

"I love listening to the story of Li Zigui the most."

"Today, I will tell you how Li Zigui first distinguished himself in the martial arts world. It is said that the four great righteous sects—Sanqing Mountain, Liangyi Sect, Shenxiu Sect, and Qinghua Sect—once jointly held a martial arts competition called the Four Symbols Unrivaled. This competition was held every three years, where young disciples from the four sects would compete. Whoever won the Four Symbols Unrivaled would not only bring glory to their sect but also achieve instant fame. And Li Zigui, as a disciple of Sanqing Mountain, participated in the Four Symbols Unrivaled back then, how spirited and confident he was…"

The old man's eyes gleamed as he recounted the legendary battle that had made him famous—a once-in-a-century genius in the martial arts world. Even though this story, which should have been buried long ago, had been told in great detail by countless storytellers over the years, everyone present put down their chopsticks and wine cups to listen attentively when they heard that the genius from Sanqing Mountain had easily won the Four Symbols Infinite Challenge with a perfect victory, and even defeated the leader of the Qinghua Sect as a disciple of Sanqing Mountain. It was as if they had traveled through the river of time, and everyone was admiring the invincible style of the young sword master on Qinghua Peak.

After the story was told, the entire second floor of the Honggu Restaurant was filled with cheers.

Qingchuan took out a silver note from his pocket and handed it to the old storyteller, who accepted it with both hands and thanked him repeatedly before slowly walking away.

"Li Zigui...is he really that powerful?"

"What do you think? Back then, he disappeared from the martial arts world for ten years, and his name was no longer on the martial arts ranking list. But when he reappeared ten years later, he almost single-handedly swept through the entire martial arts ranking list. After that, the martial arts ranking list never existed again. Everyone knows that he is the undisputed number one in the world, without any controversy..."

Ning Qi spoke with great enthusiasm. As a fellow martial artist, he naturally admired the revered Sword Master of the World.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by someone else.

"So what? Even if he was invincible back then, he has now lost all his martial arts skills and become a doctor who takes pulses and diagnoses patients every day."