Some people's affairs can only be found in martial world rumors, because the essence of the martial world is that it can’t be brought to the table. Imagine a minister in court constantly talking about "martial world rumors"; wouldn't that be a joke?

But within any group, if you reach the pinnacle, your influence will expand beyond that circle.

The Four Great Swordsmen, even the most "unknown" Sword Master of Chu, was still shouting for the prince he supported, becoming a standard-bearer.

Li Liangshen aside, he was the chief commander of the Zhenbei Army to begin with.

Baili Jian once escorted Zang Fuzi thousands of miles to Yanjing to cut off the Great Yan's dragon vein, and later appeared under the capital city of Shangjing.

And the Sword Saint of Jin, because his surname was Yu, regardless of whether his hand was meager or not, he ultimately had the qualification to sit at the table. To put it simply, aside from other things, the battle outside the Jin capital against the Jingnan Marquis of Great Yan was enough to prove his influence.

It's unrealistic to let such top martial artists decide a country's fate, but no one would find it difficult for them to decide the fate of an inn.

Old Man Iron Chain was also a long-established figure in the martial world, skilled in hidden weapons, but in front of the Sword Saint, after a brief exchange, he had already completely lost his advantage and had obviously had all his confidence stripped away.

The Sword Saint hadn't even drawn his sword, yet he had nearly killed himself. If the Sword Saint had really drawn his sword, how could he have survived?

Whether the sword was drawn or not didn't depend on whether he actually had that Longyuan sword hanging at his waist!

"Sword Saint, are you also interested in the royal heir of Chu? If you are willing to join Chu, I will kneel to welcome you!"

Jin was destroyed, the Helian and Wenren families were first annihilated, and the Sima family was teetering on the brink of destruction under the attacks of the wild people. The capital area had also been trampled by the Yan army, and the Jin Emperor and Empress Dowager had been taken into Yanjing. In this case, if the Sword Saint wasn't planning to stay in Jin, going to Chu would naturally be a great benefit to Chu.

After all, the Sword Master, one of the Four Great Swordsmen of Chu… even the people of Chu themselves felt he was a bit "weak."

"The royal heir of Chu?"

Hearing this, the Sword Saint suddenly felt like laughing. In fact, he really couldn't help it, and a smile did appear on his face.

Old Man Iron Chain thought the Sword Saint was tempted; perhaps the reason he had taken this royal heir was to join Chu.

In reality, the Sword Saint was just muttering to himself:

"So, he was wearing a hat, or he put a hat on someone else."

Then,

The Sword Saint frowned slightly again,

"No, it doesn't add up."

At this time, Ding Heng, who was holding the child, had been astonished when he saw the swordsman force back Old Man Iron Chain with a few chopsticks. After learning the identity of the swordsman from Old Man Iron Chain, he was even more frightened out of his wits.

Ding Heng was from Jin. For the martial world of Jin, the Sword Saint was a true peak. To a certain extent, he represented the face of the entire martial world of the Three Jins.

Yes, although there were rumors that the Southern Marquis of Yan had defeated the Sword Saint, the Southern Marquis was no pushover to begin with, his martial arts realm was frighteningly high. Secondly, with Jin’s mountains and rivers shattered, what did it matter if the Sword Saint, as a member of the martial world, was defeated by a marshal who commanded a large army?

Although the Yan people claimed that their marquis had defeated the Sword Saint in a martial arts duel, how many people believed it?

Ding Heng silently handed over the child in his arms.

Thinking about how he had previously snatched the child from the Sword Saint in such a suicidal manner and even mocked the Sword Saint, Ding Heng felt the blood in his body begin to congeal.

Unexpectedly,

The Sword Saint didn't reach out to take the child, but instead said:

"Keep holding him."

"Ah?" Ding Heng was a little dumbfounded.

"This bastard only doesn't cry when you hold him."

"............" Ding Heng.

To think that he, Ding Heng, was a somewhat famous figure in the martial world of the Three Jins, yet he had been reduced to a child-minding servant. But Ding Heng didn't dare to say no, and in fact, a shameful sense of being "recognized" even rose in his heart.

At this time, several black-clothed men on the periphery charged over again. They seemed to have realized that the situation was not right. They might have originally thought that they could wipe out everything in the inn with their group, but now they realized that they had been too naive. They began to retreat and try to just snatch the child away.

The Sword Saint thrust forward with his fingertips, and sword energy flew horizontally. The two black-clothed men who had just pounced were directly swept away. Then, with a horizontal slash, the tyrannical sword energy directly severed the neck of a black-clothed man in front of him, without even a drop of blood splashing out.

Immediately afterwards,

The Sword Saint began to move around, going straight to Cui Linfeng, who had said she wanted to breastfeed the child earlier. He extended his palm, and a long sword from the hand of a nearby dead man flew into his hand.

Under the light of the sword, the two black-clothed men who were entangled with Cui Linfeng were directly killed. There was no grand aura, only sharpness and decisiveness.

Cui Linfeng looked at the Sword Saint in a daze.

The Sword Saint looked at her calmly,

And said:

"Follow me."

Cui Linfeng was, after all, a woman who held a seat in the stronghold, and she had seen some storms, but for some reason, under the gaze of this man, she couldn't muster any thoughts of resistance, and just nodded as if possessed.

Then,

The Sword Saint opened a path with his sword.

The black-clothed men rushed up, but one was killed for every one who rushed up. Those martial world people weren't so stubborn, especially after seeing Ding Heng and Cui Linfeng following the swordsman obediently. How could the shrewd martial world people not realize that a dragon had emerged from the shallows!

Looking at the way he used his sword, although there was no grand scene of mountains and rivers changing color, the efficiency with which each simple sword strike could take a life also allowed some perceptive people to vaguely guess the identity of this swordsman, and they naturally dared not be presumptuous.

The melee actually ended in this way. The remaining twenty or so black-clothed men began to focus on dealing with the Sword Saint.

Old Man Iron Chain reached out and pulled out the chopsticks from his neck. At this moment, it felt a bit like eating mint in the middle of summer; when he inhaled, it was cool and refreshing.

Looking at the sword flowers around that man, Old Man Iron Chain extinguished the idea of fighting for the child again. That person's level was already beyond what he could shake.

Unless a third-rank grandmaster appeared, and even if a third-rank grandmaster did appear, in this situation, it wouldn't be very realistic to be able to block a swordsman one-on-one.

On the second floor railing, the blind man and the little girl were already standing there.

The little girl smacked her lips and shouted at the Sword Saint below:

"Uncle, do you want me to help you take care of the child?"

The blind man mocked from the side:

"Do you have milk?"

The little girl was provoked to her breaking point, and she turned her head angrily, glaring at the blind man,

And cursed:

"You can't see, how do you know that this little grandma doesn't have any!"

The black-clothed men below began to collapse. They weren't afraid of death. They could withstand any tragic fight, but they couldn't endure this kind of death that was purely throwing their lives away, even if they were from the army. Especially after the one who seemed to be the leader of the black-clothed men was killed with one sword, the remaining black-clothed men exchanged glances and all withdrew from the inn.

The remaining martial world people looked at each other. Some wanted to climb the social ladder, but didn't dare; some wanted to offer their help, but were afraid of kicking a hornet's nest.

Only Ding Heng, holding the child, and Cui Linfeng, standing beside him, walked out of the inn like servants, following the Sword Saint.

Seeing the Sword Saint leave, the little girl became anxious and directly pulled out a thin chain from her sleeve, tied it to the roof beam, and swung down.

Old Man Iron Chain slapped his palm, and a hidden force grabbed his granddaughter back, holding her in his arms.

"Grandpa, I don't want to learn iron chains anymore, I want to learn swords, I want to learn swords!"

"Smack!"

Old Man Iron Chain slapped his disobedient granddaughter's bottom and cursed:

"You ungrateful wretch, always siding with outsiders!"

………

An unattended carriage was pulled out from the entrance of the inn.

The Sword Saint drove the carriage. Inside the carriage, Ding Heng held the child, and the child was eating Cui Linfeng's milk.

They were all people of the martial world, and they had all long passed their youthful years, so the scene inside the carriage wasn't awkward.

One was an old nanny, and the other was a milk nanny; everyone was in the same boat.

Cui Linfeng was a woman after all, and her mind was more delicate. She glanced out of the car window with the corner of her eye and silently mouthed a word to Ding Heng:

"Northeast."

The carriage was heading northeast.

If it was simply heading east, that would be easier to understand. After all, the Nanmen Pass was heavily guarded by the Yan army, and there were many military camps along the way. It wouldn't be appropriate to enter Chu through the small country, so it would be safer to go east first, to the territory of the Sima family, and then south into Chu.

But this carriage was heading northeast, which was a bit puzzling.

Just then, a horse came chasing out from the direction of the inn.

The previous black-clothed men didn't chase after them, and no one from the martial world in the inn dared to chase after them, but one person came.

The Sword Saint didn't stop the carriage, allowing the newcomer to ride alongside him. The newcomer was none other than the blind man.

The blind man bowed to the Sword Saint, panting,

The Sword Saint didn't care.

The blind man showed a warm smile and said:

"Sir, I am willing to serve you by your side."

The blind man saw it. The Sword Saint brought the child into the inn. At first, it might have been because he was hungry, and then he suddenly realized that although the big man named Ding Heng had a dirty mouth, the child stopped crying after he picked him up. So the Sword Saint left with Ding Heng. As for Cui Linfeng, she was there to provide milk.

The blind man couldn't be sure whether this "bastard" was that person's child, but for some inexplicable reason, the blind man had a premonition in his heart. After all, there couldn't be such a coincidence in the world without a reason.

In this world, how many babies were worth the Sword Saint's "attention"?

The blind man didn't believe in the martial world's claim about the royal heir of Chu. It simply didn't hold water in the blind man's mind. It was simple; that person wasn't qualified until he truly sat on the throne of Chu!

The Sword Saint glanced at the blind man,

And said:

"There's already a wet nurse, and there's already a servant. What do you think I'm missing?"

The blind man immediately said seriously:

"What you're missing is an early childhood educator!"

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Seeing many people say it's headache-inducing, don't panic, today I'll try to write out the whole story.