The young man was stunned. He lowered his head and said, "At that time, they came to me aggressively and wanted to kill me. I accidentally forgot."
The middle-aged man snorted. "I think you don't want to say it."
The young man smiled foolishly and said, "How embarrassing would it be if people knew that Master found such a useless disciple. Besides, if I really don't have the face to say your name, who would believe me?"
The middle-aged man was stunned.
As an abandoned child, he had lost his family's protection when he was young. When he was young, he had to live alone in that eerie sword mountain. It could be said that he had experienced extreme hardships. After he walked out of the Wu family's sword tomb, no matter what he encountered, he turned a blind eye and watched with folded arms. In his opinion, since he had chosen to walk into Jianghu, life and death were fated. If he encountered injustice and was unable to voice it, he could not blame the heavens and blame others. If he wanted to blame someone, he should blame himself for being inferior.
That was why Wang Xianzhi from the Martial Emperor City said that this person's sword heart was naive. It was the best fit for heaven. It didn't matter whether he had a sword or not.
He suddenly remembered many things. This disciple always complained that he didn't have the demeanor of a master and didn't have the demeanor of an immortal. He always told him to pay more attention to his style. He was always angry that his name was suppressed by someone. He wanted the whole Liyang to know that his master was worthy of the title of number one in the world.
However, this young man seemed to have never thought of letting the world know that his master had taken in a disciple. He never thought of letting Jianghu know the name of that person's disciple.
No one in Jianghu knew the name of the young man with the donkey. They didn't even know the name of the disciple of the Peach Blossom Sword God.
Since he took in this disciple, the two of them walked in Jianghu together. When they saw injustice on the road, he had to help because of his disciple.
Every time he saved someone and was about to leave impatiently, his disciple would dawdle and say to the person he saved with a smile, "My master is the Peach Blossom Sword God Đồng Thái. Don't forget!
Your master is the Peach Blossom Sword God Đồng Thái. "
Then who is my disciple, Đồng Thái?
The middle-aged man took a deep breath and looked at the young face with some stubble. He then turned to the flower girl and said with a smile, "Little girl, my name is Đồng Thái. My disciple is Li Huiniang."
The confused girl said with a red face, "Uncle Deng, I know Brother Li's name."
Đồng Thái asked himself and said sadly in a voice that only he could hear, "But this son of a b * tch in Jianghu doesn't know."
That day, in the twilight, Đồng Thái and his disciple Li Huiniang went to the girl Acao's house as guests. Đồng Thái even took the initiative to pick a few gifts under his disciple's shocked gaze. They were not too expensive, but in the eyes of a small family, they were items that would give them face. This made the girl's parents beam with joy, especially when they heard that this man was Li Huiniang's only elder in this world. They couldn't stop smiling. The girl became more and more shy. Đồng Thái's disciple was a little slow to realize, but after understanding the meaning and thinking about how they had been together for half a year, he felt that the conditions were right. He didn't think that his master was randomly setting up a couple. Đồng Thái, who rarely drank, and Acao's father drank more than two liters of wine each. Đồng Thái decided to get straight to the point and frankly said that his disciple had a pure and kind personality. Although he was half a Jianghu person like him, he had never thought of making a name for himself in Jianghu. He was a young man who lived a stable life. The girl's parents, who originally had some concerns, were completely relieved after hearing this.
That night, Đồng Thái, who reeked of alcohol, walked slowly in an alley with his disciple Li Huiniang.
Đồng Thái suddenly said, "Buying a pig to look after the pen, getting a daughter-in-law to look after the mother. From what you said, the girl from Tingyu House is obviously not suitable for you. Acao, on the other hand, is a girl who can accompany you for the rest of your life."
Li Huiniang laughed.
Đồng Thái patted his disciple's shoulder and said without any reason, "Master has never done anything for you in his life …"
Li Huiniang wanted to say something but stopped. Đồng Thái waved his hand and interrupted what his disciple wanted to say. He continued, "It's your business whether you want to or not. I don't care. Since you are most likely going to settle down in Xishu, I have to try my best to prevent this place from falling into turmoil and chaos. In addition, I originally wanted to go to Beiliang. You don't have to worry. In today's world, whether it is Liyang Tai 'an City or the border of Liang Mang, as long as I want to go, no one can stop me."
The young man whispered, "Master, if I get married and start a family, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to travel Jianghu with you in the future."
Đồng Thái smiled and said, "In the future, I will often come to Xishu to visit you."
The young man hesitated and asked, "Master, I'm not like Hsu Fengnian. I'm sorry that I can't let you have a disciple who won't disgrace your reputation."
Đồng Thái shook his head seriously and said, "You're wrong. It's already the best to have you as my disciple."
Liyang Jianghu has Cao Changqing and Hsu Fengnian. Of course, it's good.
But I, Đồng Thái, have a disciple like you, it's the best.
If someone wants you to live a bad life, it's very simple. They have to ask me, your master, if I agree.
In Yizhou of Xishu, peach blossoms were still smiling in the spring breeze.
The inconspicuous middle-aged man came back without a donkey or a sword. He came to the entrance of the Sword Rain Tower.
On this day, the Sword Rain Tower was hosting a banquet. The Master of Yizhou personally came to visit with his beloved son, hoping that the two families could tie the knot.
In order to show the solemnity of the Sword Rain Tower, the Tower Master Zhang Yun gathered his disciples and went up to the main building. They all took off their swords and the swords fell like raindrops. This was an eye-opener for the Master of Yizhou and the Deputy General of Yizhou, who were standing at the edge of the square.
The whole city of Yizhou knew that the Master of Yizhou had attached himself to the White-clothed King of Shu. The Master of Yizhou's position was equivalent to that of a small Provincial Governor. Now that the Provincial Governor, who came from a local power, had become a mere figurehead, it was only a matter of time before he became the number one civil official in Yizhou.
Therefore, the wanderer who caused a commotion in the city previously became an obstacle to the marriage made in heaven of Yizhou. No one thought that Zhang Yun's beloved daughter had fallen in love with the Master of Yizhou. They all thought that from the beginning to the end, it was the wanderer who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth. It was the young man who had lost his mind and wanted to eat swan meat.
When the middle-aged man arrived at the square at the entrance of the Sword Rain Tower, he saw the Tower Master, Zhang Yun, leading his wife and son to welcome him. They were walking towards the group of Yizhou's influential officials. Among them, there was a beautiful young woman standing beside a handsome young man who was wearing a brocade robe. She was smiling like a flower.
While the Sword Rain Tower was holding a grand occasion, a young man was accompanying a young woman as they walked through the streets and alleys. They were selling apricot flowers and peach blossoms loudly. They only earned one copper coin for each flower.
The middle-aged man recalled the conversation between the master and disciple last night in the small courtyard. At the end of the conversation, his disciple told him not to be calculative with the Sword Rain Tower. At that time, he nodded in agreement. His disciple did not believe him and repeated his words. He laughed and said that if his disciple was so easy to talk to, how bad could he be as his master?
In fact, Đồng Thái did not say that his master had never been easy to talk to. He was like this to the Wu family's Sword Tomb and also to the Jianghu.
Therefore, having such a meddlesome and soft-hearted disciple was Đồng Thái's greatest trouble in his life, other than his success in swordsmanship. It was also his greatest pride.
Đồng Thái smiled to himself. Just now, he was stopped by the old gatekeeper. When the old gatekeeper heard that he was going to challenge the Sword Rain Tower, the old gatekeeper put on a funny and annoyed expression and asked him, "Since we are going to spar with swords, where is your sword?"
Đồng Thái did not answer. His figure flashed and he arrived at the Sword Rain Tower.
Đồng Thái raised his head and looked at the main building. There was a golden horizontal board with the words "The World's First Sword Rain" written by the Sword Emperor of Western Shu in the early years. Under the spring sunlight, the horizontal board shone brightly.
The people of the Sword Rain Tower who first noticed the sudden appearance of the middle-aged man was not Zhang Yun, the grandmaster of swordsmanship who was known as the Three Qis Tongxuan in the Western Shu Wulin, nor was it one of the elders who had outstanding swordsmanship. Instead, it was a few disciples who were looking around in boredom. Most of these people were interested in the daughter of the Tower Master, but they knew that there was a world of difference between them. They were ashamed of their inferiority in front of the son of the Tower Master of Yizhou. When they thought that the girl was about to fall into the arms of another man, they did not want to see it. Then, they saw the man in coarse clothes who did not carry a sword and did not have an imposing manner. However, they did not pay much attention to him. Although the Sword Rain Tower of Western Shu was not as famous as the Dongyue Sword Pool and Nanjiang Dragon Palace, it was still the leader of a state. The Tower Master, Zhang Yun, was one of the top ten masters in Western Shu. When he was young, he was a genius swordsman who was favored by the previous owner of the Spring Invitation Cottage, Xie Lingzhen. Although he had not reached the First Grade yet, the entire Western Shu Wulin Jianghu believed that Zhang Yun was one of the most promising people to reach the legendary realm.
Although a Second Grade Master had the word "Little" in it, it was enough to establish a sect in the Liyang State. Those First Grade Masters were usually elusive and did not care about the affairs of the Jianghu. It was even harder for ordinary people in the Jianghu to get close to them. Therefore, in the real Liyang Jianghu, the most famous people were the Martial Dao masters who could be seen and touched like Zhang Yun. They were the masters of the Jianghu who would show up every now and then. If one did not boast that he had drunk wine with those Martial Dao masters, no matter how much he boasted, no one would believe him. This was because not only was Zhang Yun's cultivation base extremely high, but he also had a human aura and was down-to-earth in the way he did things. If it was said that he was fortunate enough to have met the famous House Master of the Sword Rain Pavilion, then it would be able to shock others and cause them to be skeptical.
A loud explosion rang out, causing the hearts of everyone in the Raining Swords Tower to tremble.
The horizontal board that was personally given by the old Western Shu Imperial Uncle split into two and fell to the ground.
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