In the West Courtyard of the Abandoned Sword Villa, in the main hall of the Peerless Sword Pavilion.
"Third Brother has gone down the mountain? I'm going to see him. We haven't seen each other for half a year. " Shen Shou's tired face showed surprise. He couldn't say that he was biased, but the talented Shen Zhenyi was indeed the son he was most proud of.
Shen Baihe stood below without any expression. He tried to pretend to be happy, but the changes today made him not in the mood. He thought for a while and answered, "Father, you should know that Third Brother is cold and arrogant. He went straight back to the Dream Sword Villa today. I think he hasn't recovered yet. I'm afraid he doesn't want to see you … "
Shen Shou said angrily, "He showed up in the Hall of Martial Arts today. So many disciples saw him. Why can't he see me?"
Shen Baihe said with a bitter smile, "Today, Third Brother trained a Cynanchum Chinense and shocked the world by defeating Zhou Wenzi. That's why he is willing to show up. If not, why would he be willing to go down the mountain? "
No matter where the Third Young Master Shen went, he was the center of attention.
Shen Baihe couldn't remember where he wasn't the center of attention.
Measuring the heart of a gentleman with one's own yardstick was the way Shen Zhenyi would not appear in places where he could not be the main character. After his meridians were broken, he hid in the back of the mountain and didn't see anyone. Wasn't it because he didn't want to be pitied?
He repeatedly told his father this in the past year.
Shen Shou believed it and sighed, "Since Third Brother can go down the mountain, why hasn't he recovered? Is it really impossible for his meridians to reconnect? "
Shen Baihe lowered his head, "Third Brother is still in a wheelchair. The world's best doctor, Fu Zitong, said that he couldn't do anything. I'm afraid there really is no way …"
It was because of Fu Zitong's assertion that he dared to think about it.
Back then, when he faced Shen Zhenyi, who returned from the battle with the man in the raincoat, Shen Baihe was ready to make a move. However, Shen Zhenyi's indifferent eyes made him give up.
It wasn't until Fu Zitong's hair turned white overnight that he bitterly announced that the Third Young Master Shen would never recover that Shen Baihe finally felt proud and elated.
He was the eldest son of the owner of the Abandoned Sword Villa, so he was the natural successor.
He was the leader of the Wulin's Four Young Masters and was destined to enter the top ten of the Heaven Leaderboard.
He didn't want to live under his younger brother's shadow for the rest of his life.
Originally, Shen Baihe thought that since Shen Zhenyi had accepted his fate and went to the back of the mountain, then the Abandoned Sword Villa should be his world from now on. But he was wrong. Not to mention that his father was always thinking about his youngest son, even the people in the villa only recognized the peerless Third Young Master Shen.
Young Master Shen? He was just a guard dog.
Moreover, every time Shen Baihe went to the back of the mountain to visit his third brother, the vigilance in his heart increased. In his opinion, although Shen Zhenyi had lost his True Qi, he hadn't changed at all. In fact, he had become even more unfathomable.
He was afraid.
He was afraid that everything that he had obtained with great difficulty, and the hope that he had seen with great difficulty, would be lost again.
Therefore, he was obsessed with finding someone to assassinate his own younger brother. From then on, he had fallen deeper and deeper.
Until today.
When Shen Zhenyi went down the mountain, Shen Baihe also felt that it was time to stake everything on one throw.
Shen Shou was still talking endlessly, narrating his thoughts and worries about his youngest son. Shen Baihe felt that his father was really old. He was impatient, but he didn't show it on his face. He said perfunctorily, "These days, I will visit my third brother more often. If he is in a better mood, I will come and report to father."
Shen Shou nodded and sighed, "Now that father is old and third brother is like this, I will have to rely on you to take care of the matters in the villa. Soon, it will be the Wulin's Ten Years Meeting. You must take up this responsibility. "
When he was young, he immersed himself in martial arts and married a wife and had children late. Shen Baihe was not yet thirty, but he was almost sixty. He always felt that his energy was decreasing day by day. Especially after Shen Zhenyi was injured, he seemed to have lost his spirit. He didn't like to care about the matters in the villa and gradually had the intention to retire.
Shen Baihe was happy and said, "I will not disappoint father."
He smiled and added, "The Wulin's Ten Years Meeting is father's sixtieth birthday. We must hold it grandly."
As long as he could handle his third brother, he would definitely become the master of the villa! He would become the leader of the Wulin in the Land of Nine Serenities!
At this moment, Shen Baihe made up his mind.
The other party was not interested in the authority of the Wulin. In Shen Zhenyi's opinion, the so-called Wulin Assembly was not as good as the brilliant peach blossoms in the mountain.
It was summer in May, and the peach blossoms were about to wither.
The petals were ruined and seemed to be stained. There was a smell of decay in the fragrance, but it had a kind of incomplete beauty.
Probably because of Shen Baihe's secret restrictions, few people would come to the East Courtyard to see the former God's favored son. Shen Zhenyi was also happy to be quiet.
Only Cynanchum Chinense persevered and came to visit The Third Prince in Dream Sword Villa from time to time. Although she was always refused at least one of the three times, she still enjoyed it.
"Master, I've heard that Zen Master Liu Ru, Crazy Immortal, Sword Maniac Zuo Tianxing, and my grandmother are all going to attend this year's Seven Moons Conference. The Ten Great Experts might all be present!" Chu Huoluo was dancing with joy as she made a big fuss the moment she arrived.
This was a rare event in the Wulin.
In the past, the Abandoned Sword Villa was the leader behind the scenes of the Wulin in the Land of Nine Serenities. Most of the Ten Great Masters, except for those who belonged to the Abandoned Sword Villa, only sent their disciples to participate. There were at most five or six people who came to the meeting in person.
The four people mentioned by Cynanchum Chinense just now was the list of people who would not come.
If they came, the Ten Great Masters on the Celestial List would probably have a chance to gather.
Shen Zhenyi frowned and did not have much reaction to this news. He just said lightly, "Didn't I tell you not to call me master? I will only teach you for three months and help you to end the head and tail. "
Cynanchum Chinense said stubbornly, "A teacher for a day is a father for life. Since you taught me the peerless sword art, how can I not know what is good for me?"
"Peerless sword art?" Shen Zhenyi sighed and shook his head, "That is far from it."
He didn't want to argue any further and said, "I expected them to come. It's not surprising."
These people were, of course, the elites of the Land of Nine Serenities. It was a pity that they could not see Mount Tai. Even if they barely touched the peak of this world, they were still thousands of miles away from the other side.
"You know?" Cynanchum Chinense asked curiously, "I heard from the people in the village that it is because it is the Villa Master's sixtieth birthday, so Zen Master Liu Ru and the others have to give face."
Shen Zhenyi did not comment, "Of course, this is also one of the reasons."
"Then what are the other reasons?"
"You will know when the time comes."
Shen Zhenyi cherished a half-fallen peach blossom and waved it gently in the spring breeze. It was very graceful.
This was a mysterious sword move.
However, the murderous aura had been completely restrained.
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