My Sword Has a Way

After just a moment, the middle-aged gentleman withdrew his gaze and said, "This rumor about the Jiazi period involves a wide range of people. I have only heard a few things from the Master."

"It is rumored that six thousand years ago, a black dragon appeared in this world, devouring the destiny of heaven and earth. If it is not stopped, the human race will become the black dragon's food. So the saints from all sides, led by six immortals, fought the black dragon and finally slayed the dragon in the East China Sea."

The gentleman paused for a moment and continued, "After the black dragon died, the immortals sealed his great fortune in this world with magic weapons, and people were blessed with a hundred rounds of opportunities. At that time, everyone was blessed with good fortune and opportunities. In the following six thousand years, many saints emerged, and many people achieved enlightenment and ascended to heaven. This is just one of many rumors, so don't believe them all."

Xia Shuyin nodded slightly and said, "Sir, did you come down the mountain for this matter?"

The middle-aged man replied, "Yes and no, but it doesn't matter. Also, if you are really determined, I won't stop you. Everyone tends to be in different situations and have different ideas. They are born from the heart and changed by the situation. You must follow your heart so that your thoughts will be clear in the future. Just don't hurt innocent people, otherwise, I will not forgive you."

The handsome young man said respectfully: "Disciple will remember this!"

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In Yishui City, the streets were already crowded and bustling. Someone had spread the rumor that one day, a sect from outside the secular world would recruit disciples in Yishui City. Anyone under the age of 20 with spiritual roots could enter the mountains to prove their Dao.

At this point, the entire Yishui City was in an uproar, and people from all over the world brought their families to the main city government office to confirm the authenticity. Among them was a thin young man, of course, he was dragged here by the crowd, not on purpose.

The boy took great effort to break free from the crowd. He looked back at the people behind him and suddenly felt scared.

Xu Zhian straightened his robe slightly and walked towards Zui Xiang Lou, the largest restaurant in Yishui City.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, a middle-aged fat man pulled him aside and scolded him: "Why did you come just now? The firewood in the kitchen is about to run out. If you don't come soon, I'm going to change someone else!"

Xu Zhian quickly apologized, "I'm really sorry, I'll go right away."

The boy came to the backyard and found that the chopped firewood was almost gone. He quickly picked up the axe and started chopping.

Although the boy was thin, he had worked in the winery since he was a child, carrying hundreds of wine jars of various sizes every day, and had trained his strength. Although he was not as strong as an adult, he was not much behind. It was precisely because of this that Manager Feng chose him at first sight and liked him very much.

The young man chopped very seriously every time, and the firewood scattered nearby was almost the same in size and shape. Even Manager Feng, who always liked to make things difficult for people, could not find any fault with it.

Time flies, and you can’t catch it in time. The boy no longer remembers how many times he swung the axe in his hand, but he felt the sun gradually setting and the chopped firewood in the yard had piled up like a small mountain.

Xu Zhian sat on the firewood, breathing heavily, looking at the results of his labor in the yard. Thinking of the wages he was about to get, the young man suddenly felt happy.

Sure enough, not long after, Manager Feng came over with a happy look on his face and said, "Xu Zhian, you did a good job. I'll give you an extra two cents on your wages today." As he said that, he handed five cents to Xu Zhian.

Xu Zhian took the copper coin and said happily, "Thank you, Manager Feng."

Manager Feng said proudly, "Today, an immortal master came to our restaurant and said that my boy has the talent to practice Taoism. I see that you are not very old, and you can't rely on chopping wood for a living all your life. Why don't you become my boy's follower? You will have a bright future in the future."

Xu Zhian said with some embarrassment: "I have a younger sister at home who needs to be taken care of. I may have to let down Manager Feng's kindness."

The middle-aged fat man said with regret: "Is that so? That's a pity."

After that, the middle-aged man strode out of the backyard. Xu Zhian looked at the copper coins in his hand, touched the steamed bun hidden around his waist, smiled slightly, and then walked out as well.

In the sunset, beside the ancient road, people are everywhere and the lights are just coming on.

Perhaps it was because an immortal had visited the city recently, this blue-gray town that had been silent for a long time finally welcomed the long-lost vitality and prosperity.

The street was like a long dragon, with people coming and going in an endless stream. The cries of hawkers on both sides of the street could be heard one after another.

In a quiet attic, a young man in brocade robes looked at the figure of a beautiful woman not far away on the street and whispered: "Green bricks and red tiles with flying eaves, red sleeves leaning on the railing to look at the autumn moon."

Then the young man turned around and asked the middle-aged monk beside him: "Brother, do you think the prosperity of this world can compare to the nectar from heaven?"

The middle-aged monk next to him said, "In my opinion, there is no comparison."

The young man asked curiously, "Why? I just feel that this is much more real than that illusory avenue."

The middle-aged man was speechless and said, "Little Junior Brother, please don't be confused. I've been through this and I know. In my opinion, the prosperity of the world is like a building in the sky, as useless as a dream or a bubble."

The young man rolled his eyes and said, "That's called a castle in the air, like a dream. Why did Master ask you to come with him? It would have been much better if Senior Brother Duan had come! And my father is the same. I'm fine at home fighting cocks and running dogs. I can even go to a brothel to listen to some music when I have nothing to do. But he insisted on sending me to the mountains to eat wild vegetables. Am I his biological child?"

The middle-aged cultivator felt a headache when he heard this. The man in front of him was really a big shot. His father was Zhao Ke, the Prince of Guangling, who was the most trusted brother of the current emperor of Daliang. The young man in front of him was Zhao Ke’s youngest son, Zhao Xue.

Seeing that the middle-aged man did not respond, Zhao Xue asked again: "Brother, why does Master care so much about this Jiazi year?"

The middle-aged cultivator had a complicated expression. "Junior brother, we cultivators also cultivate our luck. After the beginning of spring, the luck of this world will probably return to chaos. At that time, we will have to compete with all things in the world. This is why all the sects on our mountain have come out to recruit disciples. It's nothing more than grabbing more luck. As for junior brother, you are a person who has not been seen in our Wolong Mountain for thousands of years. Your future is naturally limitless, so don't worry about the problem of luck."

Zhao Xue shook his head in boredom: "I'm not worried about any bullshit luck, I'm only worried about whether I can go to that brothel in the future. Brother, we finally returned to the mortal world, why don't I treat you and let's go listen to some music and relax?"

Seeing the young man about to jump down the stairs, the middle-aged monk pleaded, "Little Junior Brother, you can't go. We have important things to do tomorrow."

"I won't miss the main business! If you don't go, I will." Before the middle-aged man could answer, the young man in brocade robe appeared on the street.

The middle-aged man looked at the boy's back and could only mutter silently: "What a sin!"

On this side, after Xu Zhian walked out of the yard, he went straight to the government office in the main city. He wanted to get a test card before the government office closed. Maybe he would have the qualifications to practice Taoism and become an immortal who could fly into the sky and hide in the ground. In this way, no one would dare to bully him and his sister anymore.

Xu Zhian was thinking this when he was stopped by a middle-aged man wearing a bamboo hat: "Little brother, I want to ask you something. How do I get to Xiaolingang?"

Xu Zhian immediately became alert when he heard this and asked, "Why are you asking about Xiaolingang?"

The middle-aged man handed the young man a brocade bag and said, "I'm just visiting relatives. It's getting dark and I'm afraid of getting lost, so I want to make sure."

Xu Zhian carefully took the brocade bag and opened it to take a look. He frowned slightly and saw more than twenty copper coins lying inside. The young man took out three copper coins and returned the rest to the middle-aged man, saying, "This information is only worth three cents at most. I'll give you the rest."

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, but he didn't say anything and took it back.

Xu Zhian said, "After leaving the South City Gate, follow the official road for about two miles and you will see a dilapidated arch bridge. After crossing the arch bridge, you will reach Xiaolingang."

The middle-aged man thanked him and turned to leave. Xu Zhian had important matters to attend to, so he didn't pay much attention to the middle-aged man's strange attire and headed towards the government office in the main city.

Dusk had fallen and the moon was rising high in the sky. When a thin young man walked out of the government office, he had a green wooden sign in his hand. He carefully put the sign away, ran to a stall not far away, bought a string of candied haws, and then hurried out of the city.

Xu Zhian walked briskly. Thinking of his little sister's delighted look when she saw the candied haws, the young man felt a sense of accomplishment, so he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

The boy crossed the dilapidated arch bridge and ran directly to the corner alley. Before he entered the courtyard, he felt something was wrong. He saw that the gate of his house was wide open. He ran into the yard and found that his little sister was not there. He immediately said anxiously: "Little sister! Meng Yao! Brother is back! Where are you?..."

After a long time without any response, the young man dared not think about it, his hands trembling slightly. He quickly put down the candied haws in his hand, ran to where he slept and lifted the straw mat, revealing a sandalwood box and a short blade wrapped in oil paper.

Xu Zhian stuffed the short blade into his arms and ran out of the yard. As he ran, the boy kept muttering, "Xu Zhian, you idiot, it must not be what you think. I will be fine! I will be fine!..."

I don’t know if it was because he was exhausted from running for too long or because of the high mental tension that caused his lips to tremble, but the thin boy had a slightly crying tone when he was talking.

A quarter of an hour ago, a handsome young man walked out of the private school leading a black dog. As soon as they reached the corner alley, Xia Shuyin, who was in a good mood, suddenly frowned, quickened his pace and ran into the next yard.

Seeing the various objects scattered on the ground in the yard and the house, Xia Shuyin's eyes gradually became cold. Even the black dog behind him seemed to sense his master's anger and began to bark softly.

Xia Shuyin hurried back to his yard. In just a moment, the handsome young man had an ink-colored sword in his hand. He then went out and walked quickly in one direction.

The handsome young man was extremely agile, and he was already more than ten feet away in a jump and move. In just half a cup of tea, Xia Shuyin had already arrived at the gate of a house.

This place was none other than the house where the two brothers of the Xiong family lived. The young man didn't waste any time and broke into the house directly.

However, at this moment, the boy's figure suddenly froze in place. Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt as if facing a powerful enemy and felt as if a thorn in his side. His right hand unconsciously grasped the hilt of the ink-colored sword.

"who are you?"