One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 133 The Name of the Pouring Cloud Spear

His tone was calm, neither hurried nor slow.

Yan Qingzhi suddenly had a guess in her heart!
There was no futon on the ground, but she didn't hesitate at all, and just knelt down.

Su He sat on the side, looking at her kneeling straight body, a small light flashed in his eyes, and the hand holding the black lacquered wooden box could not help but tremble slightly.

"Qingzhi, the one kneeling in front of you is our ancestor."

"My Dao's practice method, called Poyun Spear Technique, was created by the ancestor of the first generation Poyun Spear, Yu Zhao, and has been passed down through three dynasties and nine generations to this day."

"There is no line or sect in the inheritance of my Tao. There is only one person in the past who has inherited the title of Poyun Spear. They are all people with righteousness and integrity."

"Although you are young, your mind is pure and good. Although you are a woman, your thoughts and actions are not inferior to any man. You are resolute, resolute, tenacious, and your mentality and character are in line with my way."

"Today, I want to pass on your Poyun Gun, would you like it?"

Yan Qingzhi's expression is bright, and his anger sinks into his dantian.

"This is what I want!"

Su He's hands seemed to tremble even more, but his voice remained steady.

"In this way, you should use your ancestors as stones, inherit their will, pass on their incense, respect your words and deeds, and live up to the name of Poyun Spear."

Yan Qingzhi didn't look at him, but felt a certain mood in him.

"Follow my orders!"

After saying that, Yan Qingzhi placed her hands on her head and respectfully kowtowed three times towards the front.

Seeing this, Su He stood up. He didn't know how long he had been sitting, and his hem was already wrinkled, but he didn't notice it at all.

He raised his slightly trembling hand and brushed off the dust that didn't exist on the black lacquer box. When Yan Qingzhi raised her head, he stretched out his hand to help her up.

The two, one old and one young, one tall and one short, stood in front of the simple desk like this.

Su He solemnly handed the black lacquer box to Yan Qingzhi. The box was not light, but it was not unacceptable to Yan Qingzhi.

She looked down, and Su He's voice sounded above her head.

"This is the inheritance of my Dao's past dynasties. It is a long spear with the same name as the spear, called Poyun."

Yan Qingzhi's breathing stagnated for a while, a few bloodshots climbed up the corners of her eyes, and her excited heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

But immediately following, Su He poured a basin of cold water on her.

"It's just that you can't control it with your current ability. The old man has already stored the Poyun Gun with an old friend. In the future, you will master your marksmanship, and you should take it back in person, which is only reasonable."

Yan Qingzhi asked subconsciously.

"Then what's in this box?"

Su He didn't hide anything like this anymore.

"Now all I have handed over to you is a gun case and a gun manual."

Yan Qingzhi:  …

It is false to say that there is no loss, but there is nothing wrong with what Su He said.

She quickly got rid of her lost emotions. What she originally asked for was just a means of self-protection. Forcing too much has lost her heart.

Holding the black lacquered wooden box, she calmed down and wanted to bow to Su He, thanking him for giving her more choices.

It just didn't occur to her that just as she lowered her head, Su He's arm was supported by Su He.

"There was once a wandering magician who criticized the old man's life when he was young. He said that the old man's fate was domineering, and he had become an evil one. In this life, he was destined to have no father, no mother, no wife, no children, no teachers, and no apprentices."

"At that time, the old man was young and vigorous, and he just thought he was full of nonsense and never believed..."

"But now that the wind and candle are dying, looking back on the past, I find that what he said actually makes sense!"

He turned his head to look at the four tablets on the table, except one of them belonged to his adoptive father Su Yan, and the remaining three were his apprentices.

Yan Qingzhi's gaze followed Su He's, looking at the engravings on the remaining three tablets.

'The old man Yu Huai Jin was born in the lotus position of the West'

'The old man Su Chen was born in the lotus position of the West'

'The old man Chang Xiao was born in the lotus position of the West'

"The old man has three apprentices in his life! The eldest apprentice is the descendant of the Yu family, named Huai Jin, who was a Jinshi in Dingtian for 12 years. He is a scholar, he is an upright official, and he is magnificent. Unfortunately, he was murdered by thieves and died as a villager. On the way of the common people pleading for orders, the old man carried on his behest, but he could not save his life after all, and he was only twenty years old when he died."

"Second apprentice Su Chen is an orphan with no father and no mother. When the old man picked him up, it was the time when day and night met, so he named him Chen. He took good care of him, and it was hard to force him!"

"When it comes to the third son, Chang Xiao, he is different from all of them. When he and the old man met, he was already twenty-three. He was chivalrous and unrestrained, and he was the most compatible with me..."

Having said this, Su He's wrinkled eyes were already full of tears.

"He's a good boy, it was the old man who killed him because he didn't believe in life!"

Yan Qingzhi felt Su He's mood at the moment, something seemed to be blocked in his chest.

She couldn't imagine what Su He's life was behind such an understated story?
Su He's hands trembled more and more, and the room was silent for a long time. Yan Qingzhi looked up at Su He, a little worried.

After a long time, Su He calmed down. He didn't have a single tear, but he seemed to be ten years older.

"Since then, this old man has vowed to never accept apprentices!"

Yan Qingzhi's heart was shocked. She didn't expect that Su He exposed his scars because he was afraid that she would leave a knot in her heart.

"Uncle Su, actually I..."

Su He turned his head to look at her, there were many complicated emotions in his eyes that Yan Qingzhi couldn't understand, so Yan Qingzhi couldn't say anything for a moment!

"My Dao inheritance should not be broken in the hands of the old man, but the old man is afraid that his fate will affect others, tangled and hesitant. After many years of abandonment, I met your sister and brother!"

"It's a pity that the old man is old, and the strength of martial arts is not as good as before."

"When I met you, I originally only wanted to teach you the exercises, so that I would leave as soon as possible after passing it on, but this old man walked with you, saw your actions, and gained something, but changed his mind."

"You are a good boy, smart, kind, and talented. Apart from you, this old man may never meet such a person in his life!"

Yan Qingzhi didn't know what to say. She was the one who benefited, but the people who benefited her were disgusting that the benefits they could give were not enough.

He sighed deeply before talking to Yan Qingzhi.

"In this way, the old man wants to pass on the name of Poyun Gun with you. Since then, it has become your name. I hope you will take this as your ambition, work hard, work hard, and don't be complacent."

Yan Qingzhi looked at Su He, and there was a sudden sadness in her heart. Su He was old, and in an ordinary family, he should have his children and grandchildren around his knees.
There is no his wife in the tablet on the case table, which shows that he never married in his life. Yan Qingzhi didn't believe that he never met a girl he liked when he was young, but in the end, because of a fate, he carefully lived himself as a like this.

She didn't know how to speak, what to say!
She doesn't believe in fate!

But just like Jun Tong Yue that day, she couldn't do anything for the other party.

Because all her softness will become a burden for the other party.

Moreover, she remembered that there was an unknown sharp sword hanging over her head, those murderous assassinations against her...

Yan Qingzhi looked at Su He, her hand holding the black lacquered wooden box tightened instantly, and all the emotions in her eyes faded.

In the early morning of late spring, the sun is warm, and the furniture in the room is plated with a layer of bright colors.

"Uncle Su, I, Yan Qingzhi, believe in my whole life, I promise you, I will not fall into the prestige of my ancestors, and I will do my best... Live well!"

When she said it to Su He, she also said it to herself!

What she hoped she could do for Su He was to live a good life and let him understand that he did not gain anything in this life.

Su He let out a long breath, and looked at Yan Qingzhi with more intense eyes.

He took two steps back and, with kind eyes, looked up and down the child who was holding the box in front of him.

Suddenly, he clasped his fists with both hands and bowed deeply to Yan Qingzhi.

This bending over exhausted the last persistence of his life.

Yan Qingzhi seemed to be choked by something in her throat...

The sky has gradually lighted up, the clouds are light and the wind is light, and it is a sunny day again!
On April [-], the fourth year of Xinbao, Yan Qingzhi officially became the tenth generation Poyun Gun successor.

(End of this chapter)