My Sword Has a Way

After a long time, Xu Zhian looked at the old Taoist who was going to take a bath, and suddenly he felt a storm was coming, which made him feel a little depressed and uneasy.

Xu Zhian sat in the position where the Taoist priest just sat, thinking about all the unusual things that had happened in the past few days. The young man was puzzled for a moment.

It was as if all of a sudden, everything around the young man had undergone strange changes: his younger sister's life experience, Xia Shuyin next door, Mr. Gai from the private school, and this sloppy Taoist priest, it seemed that everyone was not the same as he knew before, and it all seemed a little too unreal.

After a moment, the boy shook his head and stretched out his right hand. His mind moved slightly, and a stream of pure energy surged from his abdomen to his right hand. The boy suddenly felt his right hand extremely comfortable and full of restlessness, and he wanted to punch it out and smash something.

The feeling made the young man intoxicated. If he were to attack with all his strength, even a warrior who had fought in battles would probably not be able to withstand it.

The young man immediately stood up and began to practice the chopping style that he had been practicing for three years to build his foundation. The old Taoist said before that although this method of building the foundation was a sword technique, it was the best way to build the foundation, especially for sword practitioners, as it completely made up for the sword practitioners' domineering and fierceness.

When Taoist Du came out, the young man had just finished practicing. Looking at the person in front of him, Xu Zhian was slightly dazed.

Although the old Taoist in front of me had trimmed his beard, he was still wearing this tattered Taoist robe, which gave people the feeling that it looked as if it had been washed but not washed.

The old Taoist smiled slightly, took a sip of wine and chanted: "A cup of wine for the spring breeze, a lamp for ten years in the night rain! Haha..."

Then the old Taoist flipped it over and found a book of ancient sword techniques in his hand. He looked at the slightly yellowed ancient book and said with a smile;

"Old buddy, it's been fifteen years. I miss you and the old man too. I've been muddled for fifteen years and finally completed my mission. But where have you been, old man? You don't even look at what the third brother has become."

When the young man heard these words, he suddenly felt that the old Taoist in front of him was very lonely, like a lone pine tree on the top of a mountain, or like a lone fisherman in a boat shed. He gave people the feeling of a hero in his twilight years with no one to confide in.

This was the first time the boy saw that a person could be so lonely, which was completely different from his own loneliness.

The young man couldn't bear to interrupt the Taoist's thoughts, so he could only watch the sad old man silently from the side.

After a long time, the old Taoist felt relieved. He turned to look at Xu Zhian. Looking at this young boy whom he had guarded for fourteen years, the old Taoist showed his mouth full of yellow teeth and smiled expectantly.

This was the second time Xu Zhian saw the old Taoist smile like this. The first time was when they first met. At that time, the boy was just a child who was despised by everyone in the village. Now the child has grown into a teenager, and the old Taoist is still the same as before.

The old Taoist suddenly straightened his back, looked at the boy who was the same height as him and said seriously: "Xu Zhian, I will ask you again, are you willing to become a true sword cultivator, a pure sword cultivator?!"

Xu Zhian looked at the sloppy Taoist priest in front of him with a serious face and said solemnly: "I am willing! I am willing to become a pure swordsman!"

The old Taoist smiled slightly and said, "Well, Xu Zhian, are you willing to become the third disciple of my Jian Lu?"

Xu Zhian was a little confused, and the old man said proudly: "I am the eldest disciple of Jianlu!"

Xu Zhian frowned slightly and said in surprise: "I don't have much money, don't lie to me!"

Seeing the old Taoist's serious expression without any joking, the young man said seriously: "I do!"

The old Taoist then handed the sword manual to the young man and said, "From now on, you, Xu Zhian, are my third disciple of Jianlu. You must be the best in the world and the leader of swordsmanship! Otherwise, I will not acknowledge you as my junior brother!"

The young man had a serious face and did not dare to deceive the old Taoist in front of him, fearing that he would not be able to meet the requirements in the future and disappoint the old man who had high expectations of him. The young man put away his sword and said firmly: "As long as I, Xu Zhian, am alive, this will be my life goal!"

The old Taoist looked at the young man in front of him and was slightly dazed. He unconsciously recalled the handsome figure at that time. The old man said again: "You must remember that a swordsman is fearless! Never stop until you die!"

Xu Zhian silently chanted: "A swordsman is fearless! He will not stop until he dies!"

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the door, and then the wooden door was kicked open.

"Xu Zhian, come out and die!"

When Xu Zhian walked out of the yard, he saw more than twenty soldiers standing in the alley. They were all holding powerful crossbows and wearing heavy armor. It was obvious that they were the guards stationed in the county city.

Xu Zhian was a little surprised that the small Zhang family had such power and even had connections in the county town.

However, when the young man looked at the middle-aged man in plain clothes behind the crowd, he felt a chill in his heart. His intuition told him that the middle-aged man in front of him was a very scary person. The way he looked at him was not like looking at a person, but more like looking at a prey, like a tiger or wolf staring at him, which made people shudder.

The middle-aged man looked at the thin young man with a sinister look in his eyes and said, "Xu Zhian, why did you kill my Bei'er?"

The young man looked at the middle-aged man with hatred in his eyes: "He insulted me first, he deserves to die!"

The middle-aged man sneered: "At such a young age, you have such a vicious heart. You are indeed a disaster that no one cares about!"

Xu Zhian's eyes were full of hatred, like that of a ferocious beast.

The middle-aged man laughed sarcastically at this: "Xu Zhian, you look a lot like someone back then. I remember he had the same expression before he died. However, he was more sensible than you. He knew it was impossible, so he knelt down and begged me to give them a chance to live, to let his wife and children go. I felt sorry for him and could only agree to his request. So I had the poisoned woman killed in front of him. Guess what happened?"

Xu Zhian clenched his fists, his eyes were bloodshot, and his body was shaking unconsciously.

The middle-aged man laughed loudly, and after a moment he said with disgust: "His wife died in front of him, but he was not sad at all. He even laughed at me for killing her so well. He also wanted me to kill him too. How can there be such a request in the world?"

Looking at the trembling boy, the middle-aged man stepped forward and said with a crazy look on his face: "Don't you think it's strange? I clearly helped him, but why didn't he want to give me the bead? It caused me to lose my career as an official, and I was kicked out of the master's house. I have been suffering for fifteen years and now I am neither human nor ghost. Do you know what my servants call me? They call me the ghost master! All this is caused by your family! I have never understood, in his eyes, is the bead more important than the lives of his family?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man in front of him who was in some pain and said with a sinister smile: "Xu Zhian, as long as you hand over the pearl, I will let you go and give you more money than you can spend in your lifetime, so that you can be rich for the rest of your life. How about that?"

Xu Zhian gradually controlled his emotions and angrily said, "Old dog, don't you think of destroying my moral integrity?"

The middle-aged man laughed loudly and said, "Yes, you have discovered it. It seems that you have a great opportunity. I heard that you have found a sect to back you up? Tsk tsk tsk, a sect that accepts trash must not be any good. I might as well tell you that even if the Heavenly Master of Wolong Mountain comes today, you will definitely die!"