(This chapter can be considered an interlude, but it won't hinder the next chapter from continuing on with the Dragon's Eye riding battle. Recently, there's a book review competition, and I welcome everyone to participate. For example, you can write about the various endings of the characters in the snow. If it's written well, I can even directly move it into the book.)
In the third year of Auspicious Charm, in the spring breeze where peach blossoms were in full bloom, a middle-aged man rode an old donkey through Jiange and entered Western Shu. He pretended to carry a peach blossom in his hand, and the passersby, especially the young ones, couldn't help but smile. Oh, it's another Jianghu person who admires the Sword God Đồng Thái. However, there were rumors in Jianghu that the Peach Blossom Sword God was not only like a crane in a flock of chickens in the current Jianghu, but he was also very handsome. As for the appearance of the uncle in front of him, it was really a bit unpresentable.
The ordinary-looking man leisurely rode the donkey and looked at the scenery of Shu. He walked and stopped, and was not in a hurry. The reason he entered Shu was because he received a letter from his disciple in a familiar restaurant. The letter said that he liked a girl, and it was about time for him to talk about marriage. He wanted him, his master, to be the matchmaker. In the letter, his disciple reminded him many times not to go to Western Shu in a sloppy manner. Not to mention helping his disciple gain face, but after all, Jianghu people believed that like master, like disciple. If the master was not capable, how good could the disciple be? Therefore, master, you must tidy yourself up, or else the girl's family would not be at ease leaving their daughter in his hands.
After the man received the letter, he was not as inattentive as before. He really put his heart into it. He borrowed thirty taels of silver from the manager of the restaurant and bought two sets of new clothes. Only then did he travel from the distant Jianzhou to Western Shu. The letter was sent half a year ago. Fortunately, the disciple knew that his master was always wandering around, so he pushed the date to half a year later. At the end of the letter, the disciple vowed that if he saw the letter late, it was fine. He, as the disciple, could wait patiently for his master.
This man, who had used and forged swords before, but had never carried a sword, was hesitating on whether he should buy a sword and hang it on his waist. This was because his disciple's letter said that the girl he liked was from a wealthy family in Western Shu. Everyone in the gang, from the leader to the odd-job disciples, used swords. Even the names of the swords were very charming. The leader's sword was called Huozhu, and the chief consecrator's sword was called Mandrill, which was on the Great Weapon List. Even the outer disciples who were familiar with each other named their swords grandly. Most importantly, the leader's daughter, who was the girl his disciple liked, happened to have a sword named Peach Blossom. It was fate.
When the middle-aged man arrived at Yi Province, he only needed to ask for directions in the provincial capital before he found the famous sect of Western Shu Path, the Sword Rain Pavilion. It was said that every time there was a grand occasion, all three hundred swordsmen of the Sword Rain Pavilion would climb up the six-story main building together and throw their swords out at the same time. The swords would fall like rain. Although the rain of swords
The Pavilion was not well known in the entire Liyang Lake. It was not as famous as the Spring Invitation Cottage that had a beauty critic. However, it was indeed one of the top sects in the territory of West Shu. There was a saying that the West Shu Sword Pavilion came out of the Rain Pavilion. Back in the days, the West Shu Sword Emperor, who later swore to guard the city gate in front of the Xu family's cavalry, had gone to the main pavilion many times and personally commented on the sword skills of the outstanding disciples in the Sword Rain Pavilion. On the highest floor, there were portraits of the Jianghu sword grandmasters that were established by the sect. They were used to encourage the disciples to persevere and sharpen their sword hearts. For example, there was the Great Feng Sword Deity Ji Xinding who was in the same generation as Gao Shulu, the Great Demon Liu Songtao from a hundred years ago. In recent years, there were portraits of Jian Jiuhuang, Song Nianqing, Qi Jiajie, and Chai Qingshan. Of course, Li Chungang was a lofty mountain that all the swordsmen in the world could not avoid. The Sword Rain Pavilion especially admired this Spring and Autumn Sword Armor and hung his portrait in the middle of the hall, beside Lu Zu.
When the gatekeeper of the Sword Rain Pavilion heard that the guest from afar was looking for the young man, the old gatekeeper, who was already displeased with him for riding a donkey and hanging a peach branch, disliked him even more. In the old man's opinion, the young man was not bad. His sword skills were average, but his judgment was not bad. He was lucky enough to win the literary battle with the High Officials. However, if he wanted to marry the only daughter of the Sword Rain Pavilion's Master, who did not have a prominent family background or a solid cultivation base, what else could it be but a fool's dream? It was not that the Master was purposely making things difficult for the young man from afar. The entire Western Shu Dao Pugilistic World knew that their Master had already said that he only had one daughter. As long as he did not ascend to the First Grade, no one could become his son-in-law.
After all, the old man was a kind person. When he heard that the middle-aged man had walked for thousands of miles, he told him the truth. He also pointed the way for the middle-aged man, saying that the young man shamelessly rented a small courtyard on a nearby street. Every few days, he would come to the Sword Rain Pavilion's entrance. At the end of last winter, there was a rare snowfall in Western Shu. That young man used a broom to sweep the snow before dawn and almost got beaten up. It was snowing. This was a rare occurrence in Western Shu. Everyone wanted to see the snow piled up like a mountain. In the end, when he swept the snow, many disciples who hurried out to admire the snow on the street were completely dumbfounded. The entire street was so clean that it made one's hair stand on end. When the gatekeeper said this, he did not know whether to laugh or cry. He said angrily that even though the young man was a fool, he did not act like a hooligan in the streets. Otherwise, he would have beaten him up.
The middle-aged man who came from afar listened to the old man's long-winded chatter. He held the donkey with one hand and rubbed his chin with the other.
The old man finally remembered to ask him about his relationship with the simple-minded young man. The man said that he was the young man's master. The old man grimaced in pain. His interest in the conversation vanished instantly. He quickly waved his hand and signaled the man to look for his disciple.
As the sun set in the west, the old man looked at the back of the man who did not ride the donkey. His back gradually elongated on the street. The old man felt that this pair of master and disciple were both strange people. However, when he thought about it carefully, he could not tell what was so strange about them.
The middle-aged man led the old man, who was reluctant to ride the donkey, around and around. It was not easy for him to find the shabby courtyard in a shabby alley. He stood at the door and suddenly felt guilty. It turned out that his disciple had followed him everywhere for so many years. He did not ask for anything, so he did not gain anything.
He knocked on the door. A young man who could no longer be called a young man walked out quickly. When he saw his master's familiar face, his face was filled with surprise. The middle-aged man was about to speak with a smile when his disciple went around him and hugged the old donkey's head. This made the middle-aged man, who thought too highly of himself, feel a little hurt.
Only then did the middle-aged man realize that other than his disciple, there was also a young girl wearing a wooden hairpin and a cloth skirt. She was holding a water ladle and watering a small tree at the corner of the courtyard. When she saw the middle-aged man, she smiled shyly and was a little at a loss.
The disciple and the old donkey who had depended on each other for many years talked about old times. He casually introduced the donkey to his master, "Master, this is Ah Cao. She is my neighbor here. She found this peach tree and planted it. Ah Cao's parents are also very easy to get along with. Their family opened a small porridge shop on the street. Ah Cao usually goes to the downtown market to sell flowers. She sells apricot flowers, peach blossoms, and orchids. Master, if you go to Ah Cao's house, you can smell the fragrance of flowers in the courtyard … "
The middle-aged man listened to his disciple's nagging and felt gratified for no reason. No wonder he always felt that something was missing when he traveled alone in Jianghu for a year after they parted. It turned out that he was not used to not having his disciple's nagging.
He took a few more glances at the thin young girl from a poor family. Her back was facing the pair of master and disciple, and her ears were red.
He smiled and turned his head to ask, "Master has also called you here. When will you come?"
The disciple suddenly looked sad and forced a smile, "Master, I'm sorry. I might have made you come for nothing."
He frowned and asked gently, "What happened?"
The disciple scratched his head and said awkwardly, "It's just that. Master, don't ask too much."
He smiled and asked, "Was it that girl's parents, the owner of the Tingyu Tower, who broke up the couple? Did they look down on you because you are a wanderer, so they bullied you? "
Unexpectedly, the disciple shook his head, "The owner of the Tingyu Tower did not only look down on me. He is infatuated with the sword and is a chivalrous person. He has a good reputation in the Western Shu Dao martial arts world. In his eyes, only the young disciples of Jianghu who are Second Grade Master could be a good match for his daughter. It's just that the girl's mother and a few brothers were a little unreasonable. They said some unpleasant things and did some … In short, they did not want me to continue staying in this city. "
The middle-aged man smiled, "So you were afraid?"
The disciple hurriedly said, "That's difficult. But later on, that girl's heart belonged to someone else. I could not be shameless and pester her. Between a man and a woman, there should be mutual love. I still understand the principle."
The girl with the wooden hairpin gathered her courage and said, "That group of people once …"
The young man quickly stopped the girl's' complaint '. The middle-aged man's expression was normal, but in an instant, he grabbed his disciple's arm, "You don't have enough Qi in your words. I thought you were not acclimatized in Western Shu, but it turns out that you have suffered internal injuries. Four months ago, someone used a sword to stab your Shanzhong, Juque, and Qihai acupoints. What a good technique. It seems that the wound is not serious, but it actually injured your foundation. A swordsman of this level must be a well-known Jianghu person in Western Shu Dao. Tell me his name and let me talk to him personally."
The young man shook his head and said, "Master, forget it. I wanted to leave this place long ago, but … but I was afraid that you would not be able to find me in Western Shu, so I did not leave."
After hearing this, the middle-aged man who did not show any anger suddenly became gloomy, as if his reverse scale had been touched. The middle-aged man who had always been calm and collected raised his voice slightly with a hint of blame, "You didn't tell them what your master's name is?!"
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