The girl who had been pushed away by the Yi Province guest was now nestled in her mother's arms, looking delicate and pitiful. After seeing the foreign wanderer who had sworn an oath of undying love with her in private, her timid face had a natural charm that made people want to take pity on her. She took a few steps forward and gazed affectionately at the young man who had been abandoned by her after her mother had bewitched him. Softly, she said, "Nian Xiang, I was wrong. Can you forgive me? I have never forgotten you. It's just that at home … "
Li Shiniang turned his head and looked at the girl who he had asked to stay in the distance. She was holding the bamboo flower basket and looking up.
The apricot flowers in the basket had been sold out, but there were still a few peach blossoms left.
He smiled and turned his head. He stopped smiling and glanced at the girl from the Sword Rain Tower without saying a word.
The middle-aged man asked, "Have you finally given up?"
The young man grunted and nodded his head vigorously.
The young man seemed to have noticed something and asked in surprise, "Master, you didn't trick me on purpose, did you?"
The middle-aged man was indifferent.
The young man walked to his side and said gloomily, "Master, I didn't think you were cunning before. If you had been so cunning earlier, your reputation in Jianghu would have surpassed that of Wang Xianzhi and Cao Changqing, not to mention that Hsu Fengnian."
The middle-aged man said lazily, "Your matter is done. I still have a small matter to deal with. There is a deputy general of Yi Province to kill. However, no matter how good he is at escaping, he can't beat that guy named Xie."
Then he glanced at Zhang Yun, who was respectful as if he had seen the reincarnation of his ancestor. He hesitated for a moment and said, "People who practice swordsmanship shouldn't focus on victory and defeat and neglect life and death. A dead man can't pick up a three-foot sword. Well, one last thing, your swordsmanship is passable and your sword will is not bad. At least you let me know one thing. After Su Xiu and Huang Zhentu, there are still swords in Western Shu. Therefore, the Sword Rain Tower will continue to operate. However, today's matter is limited to the entrance of the Sword Rain Tower. If your grudges involve the outside world in the future, I won't be so polite the next time I visit. "
Zhang Yun was relieved and grateful. He once again cupped his hands and bowed solemnly.
The master and disciple turned around and left.
"Master, the last few sentences you said … really have the demeanor of a great master. Did you learn it from someone when you went on a long journey?"
"…"
"Master, if you have a conflict with someone in the future, just follow this pattern of speech. You can't go wrong!"
"…"
"Master, let's settle accounts clearly between master and disciple. You can't just leave like that just because you put on the airs of a master. You can't just ignore my future living in Yizhou City. I'm going to live here for a long time … Acao's family is poor, and my swordsmanship is not good enough. You just said yesterday that you want me to live a stable life. I don't want you to pay for the money or the betrothal gifts. You can't leave a mess for me and Acao …"
"Shut up!"
"Take care of that stubborn donkey yourself!"
"Haha, today's sun is not bad."
He watched as the master and disciple walked further and further away after meeting the flower girl.
Zhang Yun had mixed feelings.
Wang Xuanlin, the eldest disciple of the Raining Swords Pavilion, who was once praised by Xie Lingzhen of the Spring Invitation Cottage as "a late bloomer in 20 years," came to his master and asked carefully, "Master, is this senior also a swordsman?"
Zhang Yun did not answer his eldest disciple's question. He stared at the door in a daze. After a long time, he smiled and asked, "Last year, you bunch of hotheads were discussing that we must find an auspicious day to hang the portrait of the Peach Blossom Sword God on the top floor. If I remember correctly, you were the one who insisted that we hang the portrait between Ancestor Lu and Li Chungang. Have you picked a day?"
Wang Xuanlin asked curiously, "But doesn't our Raining Swords Pavilion have the unshakeable rule of our ancestors that only those peerless Sword Dao grandmasters are allowed to hang their portraits in our pavilion after they pass away?"
Zhang Yun muttered to himself, "Because of his parting words, 'There are still swords in Western Shu', I want to hang his portrait even if my ancestors scolded me for being an unfilial descendant. Moreover, what's wrong with making an exception for the Peach Blossom Sword God who almost became in-laws with the Raining Swords Pavilion? "
Wang Xuanlin was dumbfounded.
Suddenly, Zhang Yun said in a deep voice, "Disciples of the Raining Swords Pavilion, draw your swords! Use the Tai-Ah Style! "
Finally, Zhang Yun looked at the door and said loudly, "324 disciples of the Raining Swords Pavilion of Western Shu, send off the Peach Blossom Sword God with the Three-Foot Sword in your hands!"
The woman was stunned and murmured, "The Peach Blossom Sword God, Đồng Thái. So you are Đồng Thái …"
The young woman's face was filled with tears of regret. "Why, why are you his disciple …"
Outside the Raining Swords Pavilion, the innocent flower girl tugged at Li Huinian's sleeve and asked curiously, "Who is the Peach Blossom Sword God they are talking about?"
Li Huinian held back his laughter and curled his lips.
The girl looked at Uncle Deng who was walking in front of them. He was the middle-aged man who walked into the courtyard with the donkey yesterday. She smiled happily and said, "Brother Li, this title … sounds amazing. I've heard some storytellers say that those heroes' titles are not as good as Uncle Deng's."
Đồng Thái turned around and picked up a peach blossom from the girl's basket. He smiled and said, "How powerful do you think a guy whose disciple was beaten to the point that he had to lie in bed for two to three months can be? So, this Peach Blossom Sword God only sounds amazing. "
The girl glanced at the young man with a smile on her face.
The young man flew into a rage out of humiliation and said, "One copper coin per flower!"
The middle-aged man said shamelessly, "I don't have money. I owe you."
The girl suddenly blushed. "Uncle Deng, I …"
The middle-aged man seemed to have guessed what the girl was thinking. He smiled and shook his head at her. Then, he picked up the peach blossom with his mouth and put his hands behind his head. He turned around and said gently, "I, Đồng Thái's disciple, have already married the best woman in the world."
The girl was embarrassed. However, after hearing Uncle Deng's words, she, who had never dared to hope that she and Brother Li would become husband and wife, felt less nervous.
She also thought that such an easy-going Peach Blossom Sword God and such an easy-going elder should not be a famous Jianghu hero, right?
The girl suddenly felt that she had wronged Brother Li and Uncle Deng by thinking this way. She secretly stuck out her tongue.
In the spring of this year, as Li Huinian's master, Deng Tai 'a could be considered half in-laws to Ah Cao's parents. He worked as a waiter in their family's shop, greeting customers and sending off customers. He saved up less than ten taels of silver. Before leaving Western Shu's Yizhou for Northern Liang Pass, he shamelessly borrowed twenty taels of silver from his disciple and used the money to buy an ordinary iron sword.
On the way to Liangliang, the Peach Blossom Sword God Đồng Thái, who had pulled out his first sword from the sword tomb when he was young, walked with a sword at his waist for the first time in his life.
— —
At the end of the second year of Xiangfu, Mount Hui Niugang.
It was snowing heavily on the Great Snow Plateau.
In the twilight, a woman in purple walked alone out of the Moonless House, which had become the holy land of the martial arts world. She held an ordinary bamboo handle oil-paper umbrella and walked alone in the wind and snow.
Mount Hui was full of visitors and tourists all year round. Even this late snowfall did not stop them from climbing the mountain. However, after the woman in purple walked out of the building, the chief guest of Mount Hui, Huang Fangfo, immediately informed the servants that today, there would be a checkpoint at the entrance of the Great Snow Field. No matter if it was an outsider or a native of the Great Snow Field, no one was allowed to get close to the Great Snow Field. No one was allowed to get close to the Mountain Lord of Mount Hui who suddenly had the interest to enjoy the snow. In today's Mount Hui, as the Lady of Mount Hui, Xuanyuan Qingfeng had long stopped caring about worldly affairs. Huang Fangfo, who had been an elder for two dynasties, could be said to have great power in his hands. His martial arts cultivation also showed signs of rising from Finger Xuan to Celestial Phenomenon. This step was really like a traveler crossing the natural moat, like a scholar passing the top three.
In these two years, Mount Hui was like the sun in the sky on the lake of Liyang.
Cao Changqing was already dead, Đồng Thái was nowhere to be found, and Hsu Fengnian was far away in the northwest. In recent years, the top ten masters of Liyang were evaluated by busybodies. Qi Jiajie and Chai Qingshan, who were equally famous as Xuanyuan Qingfeng, were few and far from being as dazzling as Mount Hui Ziyi. There were even admirers who praised this chief of Wulin as the "Grandmaster of Rouge". Not only was she a beauty who could enter the rankings, but she was also a martial arts grandmaster. In the entire world, only the Empress of West Chu, Jiang Si, who was rumored to have died for her country, could be compared to her. Now that Jiang Si was dead, the entire Jianghu seemed to feel lonely for Xuanyuan Qingfeng.
It was as lonely as the spectacular snow scene on the Great Snow Field today. The heavy snow was flying and covering the sky, but she was the only one enjoying it.
She stopped at the edge of the Great Snow Field and looked into the distance. Her small oil-paper umbrella was covered with white snow.
It was as if a beauty's hair had turned white.
At this moment, a person stealthily appeared on the Great Snow Field. Huang Fangfo, who was standing on the second floor of the Moonless Tavern and staring at the figure in purple, suddenly became gloomy. He was about to float out of the tavern and throw the guy who dared to cross the thunder pool into the river outside the Great Snow Field to feed the fish. However, this deeply shrewd chief foreign minister of Mount Hui was shocked. Although Xuanyuan Qingfeng did not make a sound and the beauty was still standing alone in the wind and snow, Huang Fangfo felt an aura rushing towards him, stopping him from making a move. Yes, it was an aura, not just an aura.
Huang Fangfo respectfully took a step back to show that he understood. Huang Fangfo was puzzled. He was no stranger to that uninvited guest. He was an insignificant person who always liked to brag to others that he and the King of Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian had traveled the Jianghu together, had eaten and drunk together, had taken a boat together, and had gone to the Snow Mountain Villa together. He also said that the two of them were good friends who called each other brothers.
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