In the northern part of West Shu, there were nine mountains that looked like swords. Among them, where the Big and Small Swords faced each other, the old Emperor of West Shu chiseled a rock to open the door. People called it the Sword Gate. This was because after Li Yang unified the Central Plains, the Swords Gate Mountain Road had been banished into the cold palace. For many years, only those small merchants would travel through this road. As for the Sword Gate, after Jian Jiuhuang's death battle with Wang Xianzhi in Martial Emperor City, some people said that the reason for its nickname was due to the fact that Jian Jiuhuang had comprehended the art of swordsmanship while observing the mountains. There were even some who said that before Jian Jiuhuang left Shu, he had carved a sword manual on a stone wall somewhere along the plank road. Now, there were quite a few young swordsmen from Western Shu who came to the plank road in search of opportunities. It was the beginning of summer, when the peach blossoms gradually fell. The winding path between the mountain walls was slightly dark and damp. A middle-aged man was riding a donkey, and a handsome young man who looked like a page boy was leading the donkey. The young man was carrying a large bamboo box, and he was muttering to himself. The ordinary-looking man was probably used to the young man's complaints, so he turned a deaf ear to him and dozed off leisurely on the donkey. At this moment, a group of people came from the front. The leader was a common woodcutter in West Shu. He was leading a group of young men and women in embroidered clothes. The young man's eyes brightened. He threw a bunch of peach branches to the middle-aged man and whispered, "Master, master, hurry up. Turn around and ride the donkey! Also, it's time for you to recite a poem! Otherwise, with so many donkey-riding followers in the world, you won't be able to show your identity. Otherwise, you can't call yourself the Peach Blossom Sword God. No one will believe you. "
The middle-aged man said helplessly, "I've met more than ten groups of people along the way. Every time, I have to recite a poem with the word 'peach blossom'. How can I have so many poems in my stomach?"
The young man glared and threatened, "Then I'll repeat the previous one. That 'Immortals in the Forest', it sounds quite celestial. Master, if you don't recite it, I won't help you lead the donkey. "
The middle-aged man was indeed good-tempered and easy to talk to. He lazily turned around and rode the donkey. He held the peach branch in his hand and recited loudly, "Looking at the peach blossoms in the forest, the dusk deepens and the road grows longer. The old man taught me the Three Pure Ones Book, lived for a thousand years and laughed at the Sovereign King … "
The young man, who had been as tired as a dog, instantly assumed the demeanor of a child under an immortal. He looked straight ahead and led the donkey forward in large strides.
When the group of young masters and young ladies who hired the woodcutter to lead the way saw this scene, they were stunned at first. Then, one of them turned to his companion and said, "Hey, these two little swindlers are bullying us because we haven't seen the world. Do they really think that they are Đồng Thái just because they got a donkey and a peach branch? I'll get a white horse and wear a saber, then I'll be a Hsu Fengnian! "
The young man was so angry that his face turned red. The middle-aged man laughed and turned around again, no longer riding the donkey backwards. He threw the peach branch into the gap of the bamboo box. The two groups of people brushed past each other lightly. The young man with the donkey had carefully arranged this chance encounter, but in the end, he only received countless disdainful looks. The man looked at the dispirited youth's back and chuckled. "Angry? Don't be angry. Actually, Master has been wanting to tell you this for a long time. In Jianghu, it's all about a real person not revealing his true self … "
The young man snorted coldly. Obviously, he was still angry.
The middle-aged man comforted him. "Alright, Master will definitely bring you to see the great scenery of Shu this time."
The young man was silent.
The man could only smile. "Why don't Master ride the sword and let those people broaden their horizons?"
The young man sighed. "Forget it. Those guys have eyes but can't see. Anyway, they are the ones who are at a disadvantage."
The young man had his own worries. "Master, it's not that I want to criticize you. Among the four grandmasters in Jianghu, Cao Changqing admires you. Later, you fought with Tuoba Bodhisattva so fiercely that even Hsu Fengnian's flying sword was given by you. But now, everyone is talking about how Cao Changqing defeated that useless monk and how domineering Hsu Fengnian was when he fought with Tuoba Bodhisattva for thousands of miles in the Western Region. No one said anything good about you. I'm worried."
The man joked. "Then why do you always practice swordsmanship when I teach you swordsmanship?"
The young man sighed heavily like an old man. "I know my own limitations. I don't have the foundation nor the talent. I can't be a disciple, so I can only hope that Master will be more successful."
The man laughed angrily. "You're really open-minded!"
The young man suddenly turned his head and asked, "Master, why did you take me in as your disciple back then? Look at Wang Xianzhi, Lin Ya, and the others. They are all top-notch martial arts grandmasters. So let me tell you, don't expect me to help you make a name for yourself in Jianghu."
The man said casually, "Master, what do I need that for? Besides, it's great to live happily and die without regrets. Do you think that Cao Changqing, Hsu Fengnian, and Tuoba Bodhisattva can do this? They can't do it. If Master were to die tomorrow, you would be able to rely on yourself and not have to worry about food and clothing. So I don't have too many people and things to worry about. Hsu Fengnian can't let go of his father's inheritance, Cao Changqing can't let go of Da Chu's empire, and Tuoba Bodhisattva can't let go of fame and fortune. Don't be envious of these land immortals who don't live happily. "
The young man sighed. "It's really tiring."
It was the real Peach Blossom Sword Deity, Đồng Thái. He smiled and said, "Do you feel less tired now that I've said that?"
The young man chuckled. It didn't seem like he was trying to find joy in his misery. He said sincerely, "Master, you're right."
There was a commotion behind the master and disciple. The young man turned his head to look. It was the young masters and young ladies who had turned back and stopped not far away. Then, they sent the woodcutter to run in front of them. He seemed a little embarrassed. He rubbed his hands and smiled at Deng Taia, who was on the donkey's back. "Can we discuss something?"
Đồng Thái smiled and said, "Brother, what is it?"
The woodcutter lowered his voice and said, "Brother, I'm sorry. Those rich kids said that they want to buy a donkey from you. I can't afford to offend them, so I have no choice but to run this errand. Brother, if you're willing to sell it, I think you can raise the price and ask for twenty or thirty taels. I think they won't care about the difference."
Before Đồng Thái could say anything, the young man was already furious. He didn't vent his anger on the woodcutter. Instead, he turned to the group of rich kids and shouted, "Our donkey is not for sale! We won't sell it even if they give us ten thousand taels! "
Đồng Thái, who had turned the donkey around, touched his chin and said softly, "If it's gold, we'll sell it."
The young man, who wanted to see the world in chaos, added, "Count yourselves lucky. Master said that we'll sell it for ten thousand taels of gold!"
The woodcutter shook his head. These two people really didn't know the dangers of the world. They were in the wilderness. If that group of angry young people had bad intentions, would he have to report them to the authorities after he went down the mountain? Along the way, this group of men and women were all very arrogant. They kept talking about the governor of a certain county and a certain general. They didn't seem to be from an ordinary family. Just as the woodcutter was begging for peace, the seven or eight people had already walked over aggressively. One of them was a young man with a strong body and a sword hanging from his waist. He pointed at Đồng Thái and sneered, "Old man, don't be so shameless. This young master is magnanimous. I'll give you one last chance. This donkey, I'll buy it for fifty taels of silver. It's not that I can't pay a higher price. This young master once spent four thousand taels of gold in a month! However, I've always had a principle in life. Even if I'm a sucker, I still have a bottom line. "
The young man suppressed the anger in his chest and said, "Master, how can you tolerate this? In short, I don't want to tolerate this anymore. I want to make a move! I won't be able to deal with a grandmaster, but I'm more than enough to deal with these guys. "
Đồng Thái glanced at a beautiful young woman in the group and then looked at his disciple. The latter swallowed his saliva guiltily.
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