Chapter 692: Junmo, Li Manman

The Academy's Second Brother is called Junmo.

Yu Liancheng can guarantee that once this Second Brother appears on the street, he will immediately attract the attention of most people.

This is not because the Second Brother is unusually handsome or unusually ugly, but purely because of the ancient crown perched high atop his head, resembling a laundry mallet.

When seeing this ancient crown, the first thing that came to Yu Liancheng's mind was that line from the Divine Nun in Star's *Royal Tramp*: "What a big one," to the point that he had to struggle to suppress the urge to burst out laughing.

Compared to this mallet-like high ancient crown, the Second Brother's appearance seems much more normal, but it also has its own distinct characteristics.

His eyebrows are straight, his nose bridge is high and prominent, and his lips are thin; it cannot be called handsome, yet one cannot pick a single fault with it. His black hair is combed neatly and meticulously, not tilting half a point to the left nor half a point to the right; his two eyebrows are exactly the same, perfectly symmetrical, and his pair of eyes are calm and spirited.

One cannot find a single flaw in his entire person.

Or perhaps, that is the greatest flaw.

Upon hearing Yu Liancheng's question, the Second Brother said calmly: "I have long heard of the name of the Sword Saint Liu Bai, I only regret not having the chance to meet him."

Yu Liancheng said with a half-smile: "If you were to meet him, would you surely become world-renowned, and would the world never again mention the Sword Saint Liu Bai?"

"That statement is a bit arrogant, but it cannot be denied that I have indeed had such thoughts."

Junmo's tone was calm, not hiding his pride in the slightest.

"I have seen Liu Bai's sword, and as it happens, I also know a little of his sword."

Yu Liancheng reached out and grabbed; a current of air rippled out, and a branch from a willow tree several feet away snapped off and fell into his palm.

His temperament changed abruptly, becoming composed and cold; his entire body seemed to radiate a piercing Sword Intent, making one's eyes ache. It was as if it were not a fragile tree branch, but a peerless Divine Sword of the time.

If Liuyiqing were here, he would likely suspect that this was Liu Bai in disguise.

However, looking closely, there were still slight differences in their temperaments.

Liu Bai had a bit more coldness and arrogance than Yu Liancheng, while Yu Liancheng added a bit more elegance and detachment.

"Watch closely."

Yu Liancheng smiled slightly, and he drew his sword.

The next moment, water from the Huanghe came rushing down from the sky. The momentum was magnificent, the muddy waves surged to the heavens, thousands of layers of spray rolled in, booming like rolling heavenly thunder, and it seemed as if ten thousand steeds were galloping and roaring.

When seeing this great river.

Junmo, who was always rigorous to the point of being pedantic and seemed as if he would never be associated with the emotion of excitement, finally revealed a look of excitement.

Because when he saw this surging great river, he discovered that he had actually produced an emotion called "fear," and precisely because this emotion was so unfamiliar, he was very excited.

His weapon was a broad, straight, and square Iron sword, just like the man himself.

Intense battle intent ignited in his eyes, and he brandished his Iron sword, slashing down toward this great river.

The broad, straight Iron sword, carrying the force of a collapsing mountain, struck heavily into the muddy river water.

The river water suddenly parted to both sides, as if forced to change course by human power. Then, very quickly, the river water surged back, endless and continuous.

Junmo continued to slash, one sword, ten swords, a thousand, a hundred swords...

However, no matter how the Iron sword was brandished, even if it could change things for a moment, it could never stop the surging river water; it was truly "drawing a blade to cut the water, yet the water flows all the more."

Junmo's black hair fluttered, his expression remained focused, calm, and even appeared wooden; his arm was already somewhat sore, yet he still brandished his sword firmly.

It was as if he could slash from the opening of heaven and earth until the end of the world.

It is just a pity that human power is limited; his strength was being consumed bit by bit, and this surging great river was not just as turbulent as it appeared on the surface, for within it were countless hidden currents and undercurrents.

Thus, Junmo was finally submerged within this river.

Just as Junmo suspected he was about to be swept into the long river, Yu Liancheng turned his wrist, and the sword momentum was suddenly retracted; for a moment, the sky was high and the clouds were light, with a clear breeze and a bright sun.

Junmo planted his Iron sword into the ground to keep his back straight and maintain his standing posture, cold sweat already on his forehead: "Is, is this Liu Bai's sword?!"

"Not bad, this is precisely Liu Bai's Dahe Sword Intent. Within a foot of his body, even those above the Five Realms cannot enter."

Yu Liancheng said leisurely: "But this was only Liu Bai from a few months ago; the current Liu Bai, I imagine, has already become even stronger."

"He is, indeed, very strong." Junmo pressed his lips together, his expression appearing serious and earnest. Yet the battle intent in his eyes was never extinguished.

Even though Liu Bai's Dahe sword was irresistible, he was the proudest Second Brother; a strong enemy would only make him excited and make him strive for improvement, but it would not make him despair.

Suddenly, Junmo seemed to remember something and asked: "Did Liu Bai lose to you?!"

"Not bad." Yu Liancheng nodded with a smile.

Junmo said: "How many moves?"

"The same as you."

Junmo's pupils dilated, and his body shook slightly.

Yu Liancheng stepped forward two paces and patted Junmo's shoulder with a smile: "Young man, don't be discouraged; this world will be yours sooner or later."

Junmo pondered for a moment, his expression becoming increasingly solemn, his eyes fixed tightly on Yu Liancheng: "I, want to see your sword..."

"Junmo, Mr. Yu is the teacher's guest, stop making trouble." Just then, a scholar emerged from in front of the waterfall.

This scholar's appearance had nothing particularly unusual; his expression was simple and approachable, and he wore an old cotton robe that seemed too thick for a spring day, with a pair of worn straw sandals on his feet. Whether it was the old cotton robe or the worn straw sandals, they were covered in dust, as if they had not been washed for who knows how many years.

But for some reason, this person looked as if he were unstained by a single speck of dust; from the inside out, from heart to body, he was incomparably clean.

"Greetings, First Brother."

Junmo quickly composed his mind and bowed to the newcomer; every movement was by the book, never giving anyone the feeling of being rude.

The scholar smiled slightly at Junmo; he held a scroll of books in his right hand and a wooden ladle tied to his waist: "Academy's Li Manman, greetings to Mr. Yu. Fuzi has been waiting for a long time, please follow me, sir."

Yu Liancheng left with First Brother Li Manman.

As for Junmo, he learned that Yu Liancheng would stay on the Back Mountain for a period of time, so he was in no rush to make a move.

The mountain path was long and narrow, and the two walked forward unhurriedly.

Yu Liancheng glanced at the book in Li Manman's hand and smiled: "May I borrow the book in First Brother's hand to take a look?"

"Please." Li Manman smiled and handed the book to Yu Liancheng.

Yu Liancheng took the book and flipped through it casually, his expression slightly solemn.

Because this book was the Tianshumingzijuanshu taken away by that Great Divine Official of the Light who founded the Demon Sect a thousand years ago. What was recorded on it was the most essential law of the world.

Fuzi once said: "Among the Seven Volumes of Heavenly Books, the most important is the Heaven Scroll, but the one that is truly interesting is the Ming Scroll; as for the remaining volumes, they are not worth reading."

Although Yu Liancheng was looking as he walked, his speed was not slow, and he followed closely behind Li Manman.

Before long, the two arrived at the cliff of the Back Mountain.

Yu Liancheng raised his head and saw the most legendary existence in the world—Fuzi.