Zhang Siyuan burst into harsh laughter from his throat like a bellows, twirling his beard and said: "Haha, you don't have to be surprised. That old guy Xu Fu told you everything, and you know everything you should know. This bloody suit
The hall belongs to your grandfather, your mother, and naturally, it also belongs to you!"
"I'll leave it in your hands and it will be a matter of course."
Li Xin'an said: "But there is still you."
"I'm just acting as the hall master temporarily. I don't deserve my name, so how can I be a hall master? Besides...hehe, I don't have a few years left to live." The corners of Zhang Siyuan's mouth slowly rose. He couldn't tell if it was bitterness or self-mockery.
, or relieved.
Li Xin'an thought of the past of the old man in front of him, and felt a sense of bitterness in his heart. He stepped forward, and held the former's withered hands in the surprised eyes of Zhang Siyuan and Li Linfu.
"Grandpa Zhang, I'm sorry for you, and the Tao family is sorry for you."
Zhang Siyuan never expected that Li Xin'an would make such a move. His two big hands were held by the two small hands, and he didn't know how to break free. He froze there in a daze.
After a long time, the only remaining eye became moist under the iron fist of Chu Yingsheng, the master of the Iron Armor Sect.
In this life, he has only cried emotionally three times.
He cried when his parents passed away and the kindness of raising him could not be repaid. He had no blood relatives in the world.
The second crying daughter died of illness. He never married a wife in his life. Tao Huaping was no different from his daughter. His tragic death left him with no hope.
Three crying friends died in depression. During their lifetimes, the three brothers drank and talked happily, but after their deaths, they drank together with one less person. The heroic past has finally become a phantom.
This is the fourth cry.
Crying is a sorry thing to hear from a child.
"I'm sorry... of course you're sorry for me! Tao Boshan, you old guy, you changed your mind when you became the master of the hall, and you ignored your sister-in-law. I advised you, but you still scolded me for being nosy! You even forced your only daughter out,
If you don't let me go out to look for you, lock me up! I have worked hard for you for decades, but in the end you left early and left such a big mess for me to clean up. That fool Xu Fu is a careless person. There are so many
Who can I talk to about the pain?"
"Xiao Huaping, you are also heartless. Can't you just give in when you quarrel with your father? He's not really cruel. Is that because he favors boys over girls? He doesn't want you to get involved in the muddy water of Xueyitang.
! We don’t care about the first-level realm or the future hall master. We just want you to be safe. He won’t let me go out to find you, but he himself spends half a year inquiring about you in the world! You said
Which man do you fall in love with? You have to fall in love with Li Linfu. I couldn't help but kill him after knowing that he ignored you. You are pregnant again. I have watched you since childhood. When you are about to die
, they actually didn’t let us go and have a look..."
All kinds of words were stuck in Zhang Siyuan's heart. He was a waning old man, but at this moment, he wanted to cry for no reason and vomit out all the bitterness and sadness of these years.
But he didn't. All the words came to his throat and to his mouth, and they only turned into three simple words.
"It doesn't matter."
He gently stroked the little head of the child in front of him, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again a moment later, he had regained his original coldness.
"Have you decided whether you want to inherit the Blood Clothes Hall?"
"Is this your decision, or..." Li Xin'an glanced at Li Linfu.
"That's what I mean. Ever since your mother and your grandfather passed away, I have had such a plan. The Bloody Clothes Hall is now in a period of decline. The only masters of the older generation are me and you, Uncle Fu. The two of us
He is also aging, and although he still has some residual power that can shock his subordinates, there are still some people with evil intentions who have taken over the position of hall master."
"Originally, I wanted to wait until you grow up and I clean up the internal strife in Xueyitang before handing it over to you. But who knew that Xueyitang's spies at the Iron Armor Gate had heard that Chu Yingsheng was going to assassinate him?
information."
He smiled bitterly, "I don't have time."
Li Xin'an chuckled, "I understand."
"I will inherit the Blood Clothes Hall."
"Are you so happy to agree?"
"My mother-in-law will never harm me."
The old man and the young man looked at each other and smiled. I am afraid that the world will never imagine that the once famous killer organization completed the handover in these few words.
When Li Xin'an left, Li Linfu, who had not spoken for a long time, said: "All the things you want are placed in that courtyard. Once you leave Li Mansion, the courtyard will still be yours. Pei Min, I have sent someone to pick him up."
In the past, you didn’t have to run to Jingshanfang.”
Li Xin'an didn't stop or answer, and just opened the door.
Li Linfu stood up and stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch his youngest son, but in the end he reluctantly asked to keep him.
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"At least... come back and visit during the Chinese New Year..."
"Creak-" The heavy wooden door and door frame made a harsh sound. The sound stopped for a short while and then sounded again. Li Xin'an closed the door and walked out of his study.
Maybe he'll be out of his house soon.
Maybe it's the last time they meet in this life.
Zhang Siyuan looked at the lost Li Linfu. He couldn't tell whether he should ridicule or pity this man who made everyone in the world afraid.
"Take me to see him." Li Linfu said tiredly, "I want to lay the last plan for him."
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Dusk had come, and Wu Xiang walked back to the courtyard with a heavy heart. The scenes and sentences just now made him unable to tell whether they were illusions or reality.
You just agreed in such a confused way?
"Wuxiang!"
The familiar voice brought him back to reality from his thoughts. Wu Xiang subconsciously replied: "Young Master..."
He raised his head and was about to speak when he was surprised to see his young master standing on the road with bags piled at his feet, smiling at him.
He had never seen the young master smile so happily.
"What's wrong, Master?"
"Wuxiang, let's go!"
"where to?"
"my home!"
Pei Min was sitting leisurely on a deck chair in the yard, holding a fan in his hand and fanning himself gently, looking very comfortable.
There were quite a few people waiting around him. The eldest disciple Chang Yu handed the brewed tea into his hand with a look of disgust on his face, curled his lips and left immediately.
But there were also people who came closer and said with a shy smile: "Master Pei, is my leg rubbing good enough?"
Pei Min opened his eyes and glanced with satisfaction at the dark-faced man with a sinewy face who was half-kneeling in front of him, nodded and said, "Not bad, I didn't expect Commander-in-Chief to have such skills."
"Hey, aren't these all trained by the tigress at home?" Quan Wanqiu, the bad handsome man in Yongnian County today and a master of the first-grade Yuanhui Realm, said flatteringly.
"Pfft--" Hearing the word "training" being said by the tall and powerful Quan Wanqiu in such a normal way, even Pei Min couldn't help it. The hot tea he just drank sprayed all over Quan Wanqiu's face, causing him to cough. His face turned pale.
I'm flushed, I don't know if it's from coughing or laughing.
"Ahem...Sorry, Quan Shuai, cough, ha..."
"Um...it's okay. As long as you don't choke, Mr. Pei." Quan Wanqiu wiped the tea from his face, still looking fawning.
On the other side of the yard, a middle-aged man in white clothes and white shoes was swinging an ax while sweating profusely. Beside him, the chopped firewood had piled up like a hill, as high as the courtyard wall.
The middle-aged man in white split the last piece of firewood into two halves. With a wave of his hand, the two pieces of firewood floated to the top of the hill like fallen leaves blown by the wind, and were stacked neatly.
"Sir." The middle-aged man in white turned around and said to Pei Min: "All the firewood has been chopped."
"Here we are, Mr. Hardworking." Pei Min said with a smile, "Would you like a bowl of tea to moisten your throat, Sanyu, go make some tea!"
Sanyu, who was wondering what to eat tonight, stared, "I'll make tea, you cook!"
But he didn't dare to say these words. It would be better if no one was there. Now that there are two deadbeats Zhong Nanxun and Quan Wanqiu here who can't get rid of them, with Pei Min's face-loving character, he still can't.
Beat yourself to death.
Sanyu turned his head, looked at the child beside him, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, please do it for me."
Li Xin'an glanced at him with a strange expression, got up and went to make tea.
He was really shocked by his master Pei Min.
Last night, he took Wu Xiang away from the Li Mansion, and under the protection of the Jinwu Guards who patrolled the streets intentionally or unintentionally, he knocked on the door of Youxiang Residence.
Unexpectedly, the person who opened the door was not Sanyu but Quan Wanqiu.
"Master Li?" Quan Wanqiu looked at his two big eyes and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Commander Quan, you are here too, what a coincidence." Li Xin'an was also very surprised, why is Quan Wanqiu here to challenge him?
"I'm looking for my master."
"What master?" Quan Wanchou said with a frown, "Zhong Nanxun? He's not here."
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"Mr. Zhong is here too?" Li Xin'an asked in surprise, then smiled bitterly.
Yes, it seems that this place is not stable either.
"I told you he wasn't here, how did you know..."
"Quan Shuai, you can't lie to others, just forget it." Li Xin'an shouted: "Master, I'm here."
Quan Wanchou's face darkened and his beard stood on end, which was a sign of his anger.
We can't let him disturb Lord Sword Master.
"Master Li, there is no master of yours here, please go and stop pestering me."
Li Xin'an's expression suddenly became weird. Looking at Quan Wanqiu, he felt a little... gloating about his misfortune.
Suddenly he was tapped on the shoulder, "Quan Shuai, that's my apprentice."
Quan Wanqiu turned his head stiffly, then back again, looking at the old man and then at the young man. He really couldn't figure out why.
"Master Pei, your apprentice, oh Master Li, why didn't you tell me earlier? If I had told you earlier, I couldn't stop you. Come in quickly, come in!"
Quan Wanqiu enthusiastically took Li Xin'an into the courtyard. As expected by Li Xin'an, Zhong Nanxun was also here.
He looked up at Pei Min and whispered, "Master, what's going on?"
"Ask them yourself." Pei Min looked very proud.
Li Xin'an pouted. Quan Wanqiu took Wu Xiang to put things away. He walked to Zhong Nanxun, who nodded politely.
"Mr. Zhong, what are you..."
Zhong Nanxun smiled bitterly and shook his head, "My skills are inferior to others, so I was left behind."
"Leave?"
Zhong Nanxun sighed, "That day, after Mr. Li left, I met Mr. Pei Min and proposed to challenge him. I wanted to know what is the difference between the realm of heaven and human beings and the realm of returning to true nature."
Recalling that battle, his eyes radiated a fiery light.
"I made the first move, with the long sword in my hand going straight to his throat. This was a test, and he easily deflected it. After several tests, I couldn't find out anything about Mr. Pei Min, so I simply showed my trump card.
, the first eight moves of the Water Dragon Sword Technique, all greeted him together."
Zhong Nanxun smiled bitterly, "But it still doesn't work."
"Don't you still have the ninth form of Dragon Return to the Sea? You used this move to get rid of the big devil Ren Songhe."
"The Ninth Form, haha, there is no Ninth Form anymore... Water Dragon Sword Technique, it's just a joke."
Li Xin'an blinked, "How could..."
Zhong Nanxun sighed: "Do you know what it feels like when you are fighting to the death with your opponent and the sword in your hand suddenly doesn't obey you?"
"have no idea."
"Then do you know what the consequences will be?"
"Probably... he will die."
Zhong Nanxun nodded, "That's how Ren Songhe died."
"And when Mr. Pei Min drew his sword, the sword in my hand stopped working."
"One sword, only one sword. The crane roars in the sky. Before it touches me, I can no longer hold it."
"I gave up. Mr. Pei Min said that there was something wrong with the way I practiced swordsmanship. All swordsmanship requires is the word "intention" and "qi". I have sword intention but no momentum."
"Mr. Pei Min said that when I killed Ren Songhe and first entered the realm of return to truth twenty years ago, I had not yet understood the meaning of the sword, but the sword spirit had begun to take shape. However, no one has been able to fight with me in the past ten years, and in addition,
After living a life of wealth and wealth, the youthful spirit in my heart has long been worn away, so I have never been able to learn the true meaning of swordsmanship and have been trapped in the state of return to truth for twenty years."
"Then you are..."
"Mr. Pei Min asked me to stay here and fight with me every three days. He asked me to abandon all the methods of practicing swordsmanship before and cultivate my sword spirit again."
"This is like learning the sword again."
Li Xin'an nodded, "And I'll let you work for free."