When the group of immortal-like white-clothed men and women charged towards the Lakeside Villa, there was a handsome young man standing in the Crouching Tiger Pavilion. There was a famous sword from the Dragon Rock Incense Burner on his waist, inscribed with the four ancient words "Rootless Heavenly Water". Coincidentally, he saw the scene of the white butterfly on the lake. He clenched his fists, his body emitting a sinister aura, anger mixed with fear. Everyone said that there were immortals in the ancient times. When they were in seclusion, they ate the clouds and drank the dew, standing aloof from worldly affairs. As long as they appeared in the world, they would be sucked in as clouds and rain, and called out as thunder. As the young master of the Youyan Mountain Villa, the young man standing alone in the pavilion had extremely high vision. Naturally, he would not mistake the group of white-clothed people for immortals. They were just Qi cultivators that had split into two factions in the Spring and Autumn Period. The northern faction was led by the Imperial Astronomer of Great Peace City. North of the Guangling River, they had all become the lackeys of the Imperial Court, diligently helping the Emperor of the Zhao family observe the weather, and had been criticized for a long time. The southern faction was relatively disorganized, led by the White Bottle Guanyin Sect of the South Sea. They lived in seclusion on an isolated island overseas, their conduct was similar to that of a wandering immortal.
These dozen or so Qi cultivators led by a Qi Cultivator Grandmaster were undoubtedly people from the high and mighty Immortal Island. The reason why so many people were mobilized and left the South Sea to reappear in Jianghu was because of the Talisman Sword made from the Dragon Rock Incense Burner. This was a tyrannical business that the South Sea was willing to attack but willing to accept. In the past, there was a South Sea girl who entered Jianghu barefoot. She was shocked as soon as she entered Jianghu. Countless heroes and talents worshipped her. If she was not beaten back by the Sword God Li Chungang, perhaps there would be more stories of immortals that were passed down to today. Twenty-five years ago, a Qi cultivator from the Guanyin Sect quietly arrived and wanted the girl to commit suicide. The infatuated Zhang Bingling did not hesitate to seal the sword furnace that had been passed down from generation to generation. He promised to only make eighty-one Talisman Swords for the Guanyin Sect in exchange for his wife's life. If the sword was not made in the future, he could die together with his wife. It was not easy to make a sword, and the Talisman Sword that the Qi cultivator needed was even more difficult. Twenty-five years later, only thirty-six Talisman Swords were forged. The Youyan Mountain Villa was on the verge of collapse and was close to bankruptcy. How could the Young Villa Master Zhang Chunlin not hate these Qi cultivators from the South Sea who wanted to take their lives? Did he really have to watch his parents die for love?
A man and a woman who were close to fifty years old but did not look old slowly climbed the mountain. The man had a rough appearance and was born with a leopard head and round eyes. He had a valiant and boorish appearance, but his expression was tranquil. He held hands and entered the pavilion. Occasionally, he turned his head to look at his wife. The woman and her son Zhang Chunlin looked alike. She was dressed simply and elegantly. She was dignified and beautiful. In the face of imminent disaster, she was not afraid of death, but was full of silent guilt. When they entered the pavilion together, Zhang Chunlin gritted his teeth and turned his head away in a fit of pique with red eyes. The woman went to gather her son's top grade Liaodong fox fur coat and said softly, "It's my fault. Not only did I delay your father, but I also harmed the ancestral property of the villa."
The Villa Master of Youyan Mountain Villa, Zhang Bingling, slightly glared and said, "What are you saying? What delay and harm? Nonsense. For Zhang Bingling to be able to find such a good wife like you is already smoke rising from his ancestral grave. If he has any more complaints, he will be struck by lightning. "
Although Zhang Chunlin was courteous and watertight, he did not need to wear a gentle mask in front of his parents. He looked at his father Zhang Bingling with moist eyes and said, "It's all your fault. Your swordsmanship is mediocre. You only know how to forge swords. You can't even protect your mother!"
Zhang Bingling was speechless. He did not feel that he had to pretend to be a hero in front of his son. He only made a sound of agreement.
The woman's face became colder. She reprimanded, "Chunlin, don't talk about your father like that!"
Zhang Chunlin lowered his head and looked at his hands. He choked with sobs and said, "It's all my fault. I couldn't protect my parents. I'm a coward. My hands are still trembling. I can't hold the sword steadily. I don't dare to draw the sword against those people. "
Zhang Bingling smiled gently. His eyes were kind. He touched his son's head and said, "With your father around, even if the sky falls, you should be the first one to hold it up. Chunlin, we are people of the Jianghu. Especially when it comes to swordsmanship, not everyone can be a Pin One expert. We can't even dream of being a sword immortal. It's enough as long as we don't do anything wrong. We are not afraid of ghosts knocking on our door. Hey, these Qi cultivators outside the Xiaoyao Sea can be regarded as the so-called immortals in the Jianghu. Your mother and I did not leave in vain when the immortals knocked on our door to collect debts. Although you have already reached the age of 20, you don't have to blame yourself too much, and don't think about revenge wholeheartedly. Father and mother have earned enough in the past 20 years. Besides, we have you, we have earned so much. If you continue to be stubborn after we leave, we will feel uneasy in the afterlife. Your father is a rough man and only knows how to forge iron and swords in this life. I have never taught you how to conduct yourself in this world, so I can't give you any valuable advice. But there is one thing that you have to remember. There are too many things in this world that you want to do, but you can't do it. You can't suffocate yourself to death.
Zhang Chunlin, who was crying for the first time in his life, raised his head. His eyes were blurry with tears. "Father, I really can't accept this."
Zhang Bingling, who rarely put on airs in front of his son, said calmly, "Even if you can't accept this, you have to live on."
The woman gently wiped away her son's tears with her sleeve. She turned to look at the man in a straw hat who was sitting alone on a small boat fishing on the lake. She did not want the father and son to be in deep sorrow. She changed the topic and asked with a frown, "Who is that stranger?"
Zhang Bingling grinned and said, "The snow has blocked the road. A group of guests who came to the manor to stay. I heard from Zhang Han that they are not vulgar. Given his eyesight, he could not even see their skills clearly. They must not be simple. If it were in the past, I would definitely want to befriend them. I have such a stubborn temper. It's been hard on you all these years. Isn't there a saying that a clever wife can't cook without rice? It's referring to you, my dear wife. "
The woman forced a smile and shook her head gently. She then held his and her son's hands.
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