At that time, Đồng Thái had just left the Wu family's Sword Tomb and was not yet the Peach Blossom Sword God. He was a nobody in Jianghu and had no interest in showing off his swordsmanship to others. He tolerated as much as he could. In the early years, it was this foolish disciple who had been beaten up by others when he saw injustice on the road. Perhaps this was his innate chivalrous heart. It was something that Đồng Thái did not have. To Đồng Thái, everything in the world, except for the sword in his heart, had nothing to do with him. Later, one day, after listening to a storyteller's Jianghu romance in a restaurant and commenting on the sects and masters in Jianghu, his disciple suddenly said that he wanted to learn martial arts. Đồng Thái laughed and asked him what would happen if he learned martial arts. He said that he had not thought about it and would think about other things after he learned it. At that time, Đồng Thái was happy to get rid of this burden, so he secretly helped him enter a small sect. When the child, who was thought to have a "good foundation," became a direct disciple of the small sect, it did not take long for him to lose his drive to become a master. Practicing martial arts was normal, but because he was a direct disciple, he could get one tael of silver every month, so he became a little money-grubber. Đồng Thái, who was worried about him, had no choice but to show up. The excited child saw Đồng Thái at the gate and said that he wanted to treat him to a good meal. Then he ran back to the sect and took the bag of silver he had saved up. It turned out that the child had bought a saber for Đồng Thái and the sect. Because the child had traveled with Đồng Thái in the past, he had occasionally heard Đồng Thái snort disdainfully at the swordsmen of the world. He thought that his savior, who could not afford a weapon, should not like being a swordsman but rather a saber wielder. From then on, Đồng Thái took in his one and only disciple. As for the saber, he exchanged it for a donkey. When Đồng Thái went to Martial Emperor City of the Eastern Sea to fight with Wang Xianzhi, it was a time when peach blossoms were blooming. His disciple was very attentive, at least much more attentive than Đồng Thái, who had gone empty-handed. He earnestly advised his master not to fight with someone empty-handed, as it would be too disadvantageous. In the end, he could not persuade his master who was unwilling to use a sword. The child could only point angrily at a peach tree, saying that his master should at least use a peach branch as a sword.
After that, there was a Peach Blossom Sword Deity who rode a donkey in the Jianghu.
Ever since Đồng Thái became famous, this disciple would still complain about his master not being able to win against Wang Xianzhi. He complained that Wang Xianzhi had an advantage in age, and that it was an unfair victory. He complained that Đồng Thái gave that box of twelve flying swords to Hsu Fengnian, but he did not complain about his master not thinking about his disciple first when he had something good. Instead, he complained that his master never showed that box of flying swords in front of him, and treated him as an outsider. Because of this, he even had a cold war with Đồng Thái for half a month. The youth also complained that the Jianghu did not have good eyesight. His master was clearly a grandmaster in the art of killing, but he had to stand shoulder to shoulder with the other three.
Amidst these trivial complaints, Đồng Thái felt that his ears were about to grow calluses. Then, suddenly, one day, he realized that this seemingly young disciple of his had really grown up. He began to steal glances at the beautiful women he met on the streets. Eh? It turned out that his lips were starting to grow stubble. Just as Đồng Thái was in a daze, the tall and sturdy youth holding the sword angrily said, "My temper … Hey, old man, don't be so shameless. Luckily, I'm not an unscrupulous disciple who uses his power to bully others. Otherwise, you would have already been beaten to the ground. Hurry up, fifty taels of silver, and the donkey is mine. You and that brat can take the money and scram! It's enough for you two poor bastards to go to the best restaurant in the Shu Lands to eat and drink! "
Đồng Thái flipped off the donkey and patted the back of the donkey. He looked at his disciple who was much less impulsive than when he was young. Back then, he knew that he couldn't win, but he still wanted to get beaten up. Now, he was Đồng Thái's disciple. Even if he couldn't exchange blows with a Level 1 master, he would have no problem withstanding 20 to 30 blows from a Level 2 master. However, he was becoming more and more disinterested in small fights. Đồng Thái did not pay attention to the disciple who was actually not too bad. He walked in front of his disciple and rubbed his head. He smiled lazily and said, "Disciple, although you don't have much potential, I am very happy to have a disciple like you."
The youth felt his hair stand on end and said, "Master, what's wrong with you? You can't be sick, right? "
Đồng Thái smiled and said, "I'm just happy."
In the crowd, a young man who drank too much waved his fan. He didn't put the donkey riding middle-aged uncle in his eyes at all. However, that little bastard's eyes were too evil. Just now, he actually dared to secretly look at the girl he liked. Did he think that he didn't notice?! The only daughter of the Western Shu Yizhou Deputy General, was she someone that a donkey riding young man could covet?! He skillfully closed his fan and smiled at the youth, "50 taels of silver is not a small amount. If you want to go to the Jianghu, you can buy a good weapon. If you want to go to the imperial examinations, you can even buy a lot of books."
Đồng Thái heard these words that were like needles hidden in cotton floss and laughed it off. His disciple rolled his eyes and said to Đồng Thái, "Master, let's go. Ignore them."
Đồng Thái nodded and said, "Give me the bamboo box."
The youth frowned and said, "Don't. Although I'm afraid of being tired, I'm more afraid of our donkey being tired. Master, you're carrying it. In the end, it's still the donkey carrying it. It's not young anymore."
Đồng Thái glared at him and said, "Give it to me if I want you to."
The youth reluctantly took off the bamboo box and handed it to Đồng Thái. He couldn't help but mumble again.
Large and small swords faced off against each other. Between the mountains, there was a strong wind.
Occasionally, birds would fly past.
Đồng Thái rarely carried the box himself. He then smiled at his disciple and said, "You go down the mountain first."
In the next moment, Đồng Thái made a strange movement. He took out the peach branch from the bamboo box and threw it high up.
Just when everyone was confused, someone with sharp eyes suddenly realized that after the peach branch was thrown, it actually stopped in the air!
Just when the youth was at a loss, Đồng Thái lightly pushed his shoulder and shouted, "Raise the sword with Qi, Mountain Stepping Technique!"
After the youth who was pushed out of the cliff by his master heard this, even though he was high up in the air, he still subconsciously made the Sword Stepping Technique.
The youth just happened to step on the peach branch.
This scene was like an immortal riding a sword.
After a brief moment of panic, the young man, who had never eaten pork but had at least seen pigs run, suddenly laughed heartily and shouted, "Let's go down the mountain!"
The youth rode the wind and went down the mountain.
His laughter echoed in the cliffs for a long time.
How many Jianghu youths in the world dreamed of roaming Jianghu with a sword?
How many people could be like the youth who was leading the donkey, flying around Jianghu like an immortal riding the wind?
Đồng Thái rode the donkey again and joked with the stunned youths, "Fifty taels of silver is really not enough to buy this donkey."
Finally, Đồng Thái glanced at the young lady that his disciple liked and said with a smile, "Little girl, remember that youth. He nagged Wang Xianzhi about the Martial Emperor City, drank wine with Cao Changqing at the same table, pointed at Guangling Crown Prince Zhao Yuang and cursed. Of course, the most important thing is that this guy gave me the nickname of Peach Blossom Sword God. Isn't he awesome?"
The young lady was so shocked that she couldn't speak.
The old donkey's hooves tapped on the ground leisurely and went further and further away.
The Peach Blossom Sword God on the donkey's back suddenly felt regretful. Tuoba Bodhisattva had already fought three of the four grandmasters. He couldn't fight Cao Changqing anymore. Then, Đồng Thái didn't know if he would have a chance to fight with Xu Que in this lifetime.
Kid, don't die.
If you die under the hooves of the Beimang barbarians, won't you feel ashamed?
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Martial Emperor City's status in Jianghu plummeted after Old Weirdo Wang died in Beiliang, especially after Yu Groom and the others left the East Sea one after another. This holy land of Jianghu in the past went through a long period of unrest. There were many independent forces in the city. Especially without the restraint of the Prohibition of Martial Arts, the fights between the experts were so frequent that it was difficult to find a higher place to fight. The fights between the sects were even more numerous. It was said that some busybodies calculated that there were as many as 60 sects that rose and fell within half a year. Of course, many of the so-called sects were just small kittens and puppies. All this chaos only began to stabilize after the young man surnamed Jiang had been fighting for half a year on the city wall. As for the young man's identity, there were many speculations. Some said that Jiang Fuding was Wang Xianzhi's real disciple in closed-door training. Some said that he was a banished immortal like Qi Xuanzhu who had great luck and was the ultimate counter to the King of Beiliang in this generation.
Jiang Fuding, who was a loner in Martial Emperor City, didn't pay attention to the affairs of the world. He just fought for the city wall day after day. The handsome young man who used to challenge the King of Beiliang with a Pawn Entering Cold on his waist had become as tanned as a fisherman's. Ever since Lin Ya, the grandmaster of fist techniques, left Martial Emperor City, Jiang Fuding stopped drinking. In fact, it wasn't like a turtledove occupying a magpie's nest. Wang Xianzhi's residence had become ownerless. Jiang Fuding used his fists to monopolize Old Weirdo Wang's former residence. Those who didn't accept it or didn't have eyes had their bodies smashed by him.
That night, the bright moon shone over the sea.
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