"Sword Master?" Before Wu Xiang could react, he was stunned and saw that the young master had already opened the door and entered.
"Master, please wait for me..." Wu Xiang said with a sad face, hurriedly following him.
To Wu Xiang's expectation, the yard was very clean, completely different from the dilapidated scene outside. There was a big tree in the yard, a stone table and two stone chairs under the tree. Directly opposite the gate was a row of houses.
The door was closed tightly, and there were faint sounds of reading inside. In the corner of the yard was a pile of firewood, and a young man in his late thirties was wielding an ax there, with his arms raised high.
The wood split into two pieces as it fell.
The young man didn't seem to see Wu Xiang and the two of them. He lowered his head and said nothing, only focusing on chopping firewood. The young master felt a little embarrassed and coughed twice.
"Ahem..."
The man finally raised his head and saw that the courtyard gate had opened at some point. Suddenly two more people appeared in the courtyard. He was a little confused, so he stopped what he was doing and asked loudly: "Hey, those two little boys
Children, who are you, when did you come in, and why did you come in?"
Is he stupid? Wu Xiang curled his lips.
The young master did not answer, but looked at the young man carefully. The young man couldn't help but frown. Just when he was about to speak to drive them away, the young master bent down and bowed: "Li Xin'an has come from Wuxiang to ask to see the Sword Master of the Tang Dynasty."
"Li Xin'an?" A look of thought flashed across the young man's eyes. He seemed to have heard this name somewhere and it was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
The master told him two days ago...
It's him! The young man's eyes flashed as he remembered the identity of the young master in front of him.
His eyes suddenly condensed, his face became gloomy, and the hand holding the ax couldn't help but use a little more force.
Wu Xiang keenly saw the young man's little movements and hurriedly protected the young master.
"Are you...that Li Linfu's son?"
"Although I don't want to admit it, but... yes, Li Linfu is my father." Young Master Li Xin'an nodded solemnly and said.
"The one who, in order to become a master of martial arts, plundered martial arts secrets and disturbed the three areas of Chang'an... Li Xin'an?"
"Ah?" Hearing what the young man said, Li Xin'an couldn't help but be stunned, "Sir, where do you start with these words? I am Li Xin'an, yes, but... I have not stolen anyone else's secret book."
"Never snatched it?" The young man couldn't help but sneered when he heard this, "In the land of Chang'an Sanji, there are sixteen second-level masters and two first-level masters. Most of their secret books are almost
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It’s all in your hands, and you still say it wasn’t stolen?”
Li Xin'an was about to burst into tears, "Sir, they gave it to me on their own initiative. I really didn't steal it. Besides, I can't steal it either!"
"Hey, you're giving it to me? You're making them fools! You are the son of the treacherous Li Linfu. Who dares not to give you what you want?" The young man shouted sternly, "You bully others at such a young age, you are lawless, you really deserve to be that person.
Li Linfu’s son.”
"You fart!" Wu Xiang said angrily, "The young master is kinder than anyone else. He will not steal people's things. Those secret books were given by them themselves, not from us. They are trying to curry favor with us, and we don't care about them.
Ah! What kind of martial arts masters are just a group of... a group of villains who tend to... follow the trend of others! No matter how powerful they are, can they beat the guards of our house? "
"Wuxiang!" Li Xin'an's face darkened and he scolded.
The young man laughed heartily, "Hahaha... Diao master, evil servant, it seems that you have oppressed us today."
He flicked the hand holding the ax lightly, without using much force, and saw the ax flying downwards, splitting the wooden pile used for chopping firewood in half.
When Li Xin'an saw this scene, an indescribable heat flashed in his eyes.
Wu Xiang's expression changed and he looked ugly.
"Young Master..." Wu Xiang said in a low voice, "This man is really capable. I will hold him back for a while, so you can run away quickly."
"You're just running away!" Li Xin'an cursed, "Young master, I'm here to become a disciple. What's going to happen if I run away?"
Wu Xiang wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted by the young man.
"I heard that Li Linfu's house raised many eagle dogs that defected to the imperial court. He secretly commanded the Blood Clothes Hall, the number one killer organization in the world. The hall leader is a first-grade master, and there are three deputy hall masters who are at the peak of the second grade. I don't know.
How many people are here today?"
Li Xin'an frowned slightly.
What is the Blood Clothes Hall... Wu Xiang has never heard of it, but now that the other party has spoken out, he cannot let his master down.
"To deal with a lowly person like you, there is no need for a first- or second-grade hall master. Any killer in our Blood Clothes Hall can kill you!" Wu Xiang said.
"Isn't it popular?" The young man's face turned ferocious, as if he had suffered some great humiliation. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Brat, do you know who I am?"
"Then tell me, who are you?" Wu Xiang showed no sign of weakness.
"I am……
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The young man was about to reveal his identity when the sound of reading that had been going on in the house behind him suddenly stopped.
He looked at Li Xin'an and Li Xin'an displeased, closed his mouth, and stopped talking.
An old sigh came out.
"Shang Yu, people have already announced their intention to come, why don't you realize it? Where did you lose your face?"
The young man Chang Yu's face turned red and he obediently did not retort.
Wu Xiang snorted proudly, and Sanyu immediately gave him a sharp look.
There was a sound of tables and chairs clashing in the house. Li Xin'an stood up straight, packed his clothes carefully, looked solemn and solemn, and stared at the door.
The door creaked and someone pushed it open.
Li Xin'an's eyes lit up.
A man wearing a white shirt first came into view. Following his tall and straight figure, the man had a clear face, and his gray beard added a bit of fairy air. There were a few deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and his hair was half-length.
Black and half white, simply combed into a braid at the back of the head.
At first glance, one cannot tell how old this person is. He could be thirty, forty, seventy, or eighty.
The visitor stood with his hands behind his back and looked at himself with a smile.
"Li Xin'an, meet Mr. Pei Min!"
Li Xin'an cupped her hands and said, bending her knees, she was about to kneel down on one knee.
But he stopped halfway through bending his knees. Li Xin'an looked embarrassed, neither standing nor squatting, and stopped there with an extremely weird movement.
Wu Xiang opened his eyes wide and looked at the strange man of indescribable age in front of the door in shock. He saw that he was holding his hand forward, and his young master could no longer move.
"Young master, there is no need to perform such a great ceremony." The man spoke.
"When the young people in the world first met the Sword Master of the Tang Dynasty, they admired him in their hearts and bowed down as they should." Li Xin'an smiled and said, "I hope Mr. Pei Min will be able to make you feel at ease."
The man named Pei Min sighed softly.
"I originally thought of concealing my whereabouts so that An An could take office safely when the time comes, but unfortunately I still can't hide it..."
He retracted his hand and allowed Li Xin'an to kneel on the ground.
Li Xin'an raised his head and met Pei Min's eyes. The old and the young looked at each other and smiled.
"Young Master Li..." Pei Min waved to the room and said with a smile: