Mortal Bones

Zhao Qian thought that the young master's uncle's previous proposal to accept Xu Taiping as a disciple on Zhenjianping was really just to test Xu Taiping's character. He never expected that the young master's uncle would really have the idea of ​​accepting a disciple.

"Do I need to lie to you?"

Daoxuan sat back on the chair and began to drink.

"But, little uncle, is this against the rules? All the peaks also knew about Xu Taiping's worship at the Seventh Peak in front of everyone. Now, it is against the rules of the Qingxuan Sect to ask him to leave the Seventh Peak and worship you as his disciple. ah."

Zhao Qian's expression suddenly became serious when he saw that Daoxuan was really thinking about accepting a disciple.

When his junior uncle wanted someone from him, he naturally didn't dare to object.

However, the rules set by the Qingxuan Sect's ancestor are extremely strict. Once they break the rules, they will be punished by the mountain sect's precepts. Not only him, but even his junior uncle is no exception.

"Rules are dead, but people are alive. Xu Taiping can't leave Qifeng, but that doesn't mean I can't come."

Daoxuan was not impressed by this.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qian was suddenly overjoyed.

"Uncle Junior, is it possible that you want to join our Seventh Peak?"

He said with a look of disbelief.

"Stop dreaming."

Daoxuan rolled his eyes at Zhao Qian, and then continued:

"You can arrange for me to be an elder or a priest, and I will teach Xu Taiping swordsmanship in this capacity from now on. As for the master-disciple status, old man, I don't care about such things."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qian was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

"Uncle Master, why? I don't understand why Xu Taiping, who is so young, allows you to condescend to pretend to be the elder of my Qifeng, and teach him swordsmanship without the title of master and apprentice!"

Zhao Qian plucked up the courage to ask Daoxuan for advice.

"Sometimes the master-disciple status is a drag."

Daoxuan shook his head and sighed, then asked again:

"Do you think that Xu Taiping looks like the same person?"

Zhao Qian was startled for a moment, then his face became stern, and he asked with a heavy tone:

"Little Junior Uncle, are you talking about Senior Brother Su Chan?"

They were both Bai Linggu and equally talented and beautiful. Zhao Qian immediately thought of the senior senior brother who he admired so much back then.

"Um."

Daoxuan nodded sadly.

"Little uncle, why can't you let go of senior brother?"

Zhao Qian sighed.

"Because, I still haven't figured out why Su Chan became a demon and betrayed Qing Xuan back then."

Daoxuan raised his head and sighed leisurely.

"But junior uncle, Xu Taiping is not a senior brother after all. If you use this as an excuse to accept him as your disciple, you will definitely regret it in the future. This is not good for you, and it is even worse for Taiping, so I can't agree to you."

Zhao Qian, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, suddenly rejected Daoxuan sternly.

Daoxuan looked at Zhao Qian deeply when he heard this, then put down the wine bottle and said leisurely:

"It was not my temporary intention to accept him as my disciple."

Immediately, Dao Xuan recounted to Zhao Qian the scene in which he happened to see Xu Taiping confronting the demon in Yanglu Mountain that day, and who would rather be trapped in Qingzhu Residence than work for the tiger, as well as the subsequent scene in which he planned to kill the demon. Again.

"You are born as a human being, you cultivate yourself, you help others, you are like water, you live in the abyss of evil but do good..."

After listening to the young master's uncle's story, Zhao Qian murmured to himself while recalling the stories he had just heard.

"The sword that I, Jian Jiu, like does not necessarily have to be made by a famous master, does not have to be made of the best materials, and does not have to be sharpened, but one thing is very important, and that is the spine of this sword. It must be straight and preferably not curved at all.”

As the young master uncle spoke, he took off the ancient long sword from his waist, and then pulled it out of its sheath with a "clunk" sound.

This long sword was just as he said, with a simple and crude appearance. The sword was made of ordinary dark iron, and even ugly patterns could be seen on the sword.

But unlike other swords, the spine and blade of this sword are very straight, until no arc can be seen with the naked eye.

"Uncle Master, this kind of sword is easy to break."

Zhao Qian frowned.

"That's just because the person wielding the sword is not strong enough."

Daoxuan shook his head, and then put the sword in his hand into its sheath.

"Since my junior uncle insists on doing this, let the disciples arrange everything."

Zhao Qian nodded.

"It's just that you really don't need to reveal your identity to Xu Taiping?"

He confirmed to his junior uncle again.

"No, it's just a master-disciple status, I, Jianjiu, don't care."

The young uncle raised his head proudly and stood up at the same time, as if ready to leave.

But just as he was walking towards the door, he suddenly looked back at Zhao Qian and said seriously:

"Zhao Qian, you were the one I disliked the most among those disciples back then. You were lazy, slippery, and timid. But looking back now, you are the one who has changed the least among these disciples."

"Uncle Junior, do you want to say that I am still as lazy, timid and smooth as I was when I was young?"

Zhao Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this.

The young uncle did not answer, but shook his head, took the wine gourd on the table in his hand, walked out the door without looking back and said: "Little fat man, I don't have much time. And you, How long can you hide? Come out of your nest and pick up the sword you threw down the cliff. You can wrong yourself, but you must not wrong your sword. "

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qian trembled all over, and his unshaven face suddenly turned pale.

He had never thought that in Qingxuan Sect, the person who knew him best was not his deceased master, but the young uncle in front of him who had always disliked him.

That night, Zhao Qian sat at the table and stayed up all night.

…

More than ten days later.

The seventh peak, in front of Wanjuan Tower.

"Taiping, are you serious about not wanting to rest for a few more days?"

Qing Xiao turned around and glanced at Xu Taiping, who was looking at the plaque of Wanjuan Tower beside him.

"Senior brother, don't worry. I've been working hard over the past few years. As long as the injuries on my body don't hurt my roots, there won't be any big problems."

Xu Taiping patted his chest and said.

"Your body has indeed endured well. In less than ten days, the injury has almost healed."

Qingxiao nodded in approval.

"Let's go, I'll take you up."

As he walked towards Wanjuan Tower, he waved to Xu Taiping.

Xu Taiping nodded and followed.

"Normally, new disciples can only choose an ordinary yellow-level spell on the first floor. However, because you performed well in the selection of the Seven Peaks, you can go up to the second floor of Wanjuan Tower and choose an arcane-level spell at will. Follow a Xuanjie mental method."

When he came to the edge of the stairs, Qing Xiao suddenly stopped and introduced Xu Taiping.