togophonebook Chapter 77 Why does Old Yue want to find me as a disciple?
Chapter 77 Why does Old Yue want to find me as a disciple?
Chapter 77 Why does Old Yue want to find me as a disciple?
A Chronicle of the Fuwei Escort Agency:
To help his disciple's family out of a crisis, Master Yue, the Gentleman Swordsman of Mount Hua, and his disciple, Young Master Li, traveled thousands of miles to Fujian to provide assistance!
To protect their family, the Lin family, with Mr. Yue acting as guarantor, offered their ancestral sword manual to the martial arts world.
People from all walks of life in the martial arts world fought fiercely to seize the sword manual, tearing down houses and alleys and engaging in one-on-one battles. Among them were the Songshan Sect and the Demonic Sect!
A dispute over sword manuals resulted in the destruction of the Qingcheng Sect, the loss of two bodyguards to the Songshan Sect, the death of the Qinglong Hall Master of the Demonic Sect, and the deaths of many powerful figures from unorthodox sects, including Saibei Mingtuo and Tian Boguang.
The sword manual was eventually obtained by the Songshan Sect. Zhong Zhen and a dozen disciples broke through the encirclement and fled north in a sorry state. Their current whereabouts are unknown.
I heard that two old Taoist priests from some unknown hermitage also died.
In less than half a day, such news spread rapidly from Fuzhou to all directions as if it had sprouted wings.
No one cares about the order of events, and few care who lives or dies.
Many people even rely solely on hearsay, embellishing it with a bit of embellishment, and then they can talk a mile a minute in the tavern, earning a few copper coins and half a pot of yellow wine.
In the bustling city, one sees all walks of life; this is the way it always is.
However, it was only at this moment that Master Yue, who had traveled thousands of miles to save his disciple's family, accepted the tea offered by his newly accepted disciple, Lin Pingzhi.
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Old Yue sat high in his armchair, while Lin Pingzhi knelt upright, raising his teacup above his head. Overwhelmed with emotion, his face was flushed and his arms trembled.
The word "Master" seemed to drain all his strength.
Not for himself, but for the joy of the Lin family, and perhaps even the Golden Knife Wang family.
Old Yue took the teacup, glanced at his new apprentice with a smile, but secretly shook his head in his heart.
This child is older than Che'er, so it's normal that he's not as talented, and his character is also much worse.
Lin Zhennan and his wife exchanged smiles, feeling as if a great weight had finally been lifted from their hearts.
The son got what he wanted, but Old Lin had a much broader vision.
With two generations of Huashan sect leaders by their side, and Young Master Li not even twenty yet, relying on this powerful patron, the Wang and Lin families can at least be secure for sixty years.
I heard that my brother-in-law, Wang Bofen, has already established himself in Guanzhong. Last night, he and his wife discussed whether the headquarters should be moved to Luoyang or go directly to Guanzhong.
After drinking his disciple's tea, Lao Yue gave him a serious lecture, and the Seven Precepts of Mount Hua became famous once again.
The guests in the hall cheered loudly, creating a lively atmosphere.
Old Yue glanced helplessly at his apprentice surnamed Li, then got up and helped Lin Pingzhi up.
That's right, this was Li Che's idea again.
Huashan has always had strict rules for accepting disciples. One must become a disciple in the Hall of Righteousness and pay homage to the ancestral master's spirit tablet upon entering the sect.
This whole affair was largely staged, firstly to reassure the Lin family, and secondly to give these wandering, reclusive martial artists a warning while they were all present.
Looking around, I saw several tables in the main hall occupied by Lin's relatives and friends, as well as his brothers from the镖中 (镖中 is a type of martial arts game).
The courtyard housed both江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people from the martial arts world) and ordinary people who had mustered the courage to come and freeload.
The Lin family spent a fortune to prepare this banquet, hiring chefs from various restaurants in Fuzhou and keeping them busy all afternoon.
Even now, the kitchen in the side courtyard is still bustling with activity, with good wine and dishes being served and taken away like a continuous banquet, making it truly lively and extraordinary.
To say that this group of people sat at the same table as the head of the Huashan Sect is indeed an overestimation.
It is evident that Lao Yue was extremely dedicated to cooperating with his apprentice.
The master and apprentice never expected that this incident would spread the fame of the Huashan Gentleman's Sword among the common people, who would praise and admire it.
It was truly an unexpected turn of events; life is unpredictable.
"Lin Pingzhi greets Senior Brother Li!"
The young镖头 was pondering that the seniority had finally been leveled, and that Senior Brother Li was easier to say than Uncle Li.
Before he could even feel smug, his father said sternly, "Ping'er, you and Young Hero Li are fellow disciples in the sect, but at home, you should know that Young Hero Li is your elder."
"Never disregard the proper order of seniority!"
Lin Pingzhi:
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Li Che quickly smoothed things over, "It's alright, it's alright, calling me senior brother is fine."
"Uncle Li... Uncle Li."
Li Che:
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That kid is so stubborn!
Old Yue only had two drinks with Lin Zhennan and his wife before making an excuse to leave.
The sect leader and the wandering martial arts master are caught in a dilemma: whether to offer a toast or not, staying would only create an awkward situation.
Li Che drank a couple more cups, offered a few words of encouragement to his junior brother, and then got up to leave.
His gaze swept over the guests, but then he stopped in his tracks.
Why do I see these two scoundrels everywhere?
At the round table near the door, Zu Qianqiu finished his drink in one gulp, squinted and smacked his eyes as if savoring the memory.
The old man was eating a pork knuckle with his mouth full of oil.
"Stop chewing! Someone's coming!"
"Let's go, let's go."
One put down his wine glass, the other picked up his pork knuckle, and hurriedly went out the door.
After turning a few times, they entered a quiet alley, but their pace slowed down.
They had barely entered the alley when Li Che's voice came from behind, "You're quite resilient!"
"Oh, what a coincidence, young hero Li."
"Spit it out! What do you want from me?!"
The two paused, and seeing their slightly strange gazes, Li Che felt completely bewildered.
"Qinting Lake!"
Li Che frowned slightly. Ren wanted to meet him? And what was the matter?
Several warnings failed to deter her? Or did she feel she had some leverage over her?
Li Che sneered inwardly, "That's for the best, might as well kill them!"
He glanced at the two men, then drew his sword and left.
Qinting Lake is located in the north of Fuzhou City and is also known as "Ancient East Lake" because its water area is the northernmost part of East Lake.
In spring and summer, with green willows swaying in the breeze and the lake at its most beautiful, it's the perfect place to visit.
After leaving the city gate, Li Che headed north, pondering for a long time but still unable to figure out why the man surnamed Ren had taken the initiative to meet him.
An ambush assassination?
The time and place are inappropriate.
Besides, she didn't have anyone she could rely on.
Xiang Wentian, with his superior combat strength, might be able to defeat him, but he might not be able to kill him.
Poison?
That's possible.
To vent his anger?
Li Che shook his head. A smart person wouldn't do something stupid.
As I pondered, Qinting Lake came into view.
The night was hazy, and a light mist floated on the lake. Occasionally, fish would swim out of the water to breathe, creating ripples.
Li Che stood by the lake, looking at a stone pavilion that jutted into the lake not far away.
Her delicate hands plucked the strings, the lingering notes echoing softly. Today's piece was a slow one, and although Li Che was not musically literate, he could still sense a touch of melancholy in the melody.
He had already scouted the area and there were no ambushes nearby.
Following the blue stone bridge into the pavilion, Miss Ren was dressed in a pale yellow dress and her face was covered with a white veil.
"Didn't the guy surnamed Xiang tell you?"
As the string stopped playing, Ren Yingying frowned slightly, finding the man's words extremely grating.
"I'd like to discuss a deal with you."
"No way!"
Li cut Ren Yingying off the hook with his first words, "Doing business with you is a losing proposition. I have neither the interest nor the time to do so."
"Don't you want to hear about the payment?"
Li Che sneered, "What bargaining chips do you have that I, Li, would covet?"
"How about we destroy Mount Song and help Mount Hua regain its position as the foremost of the Five Sacred Mountains?"
"And then deal with your father? To me, Zuo Lengchan and Ren Woxing are no different. I have never been interested in dealing with tigers for their skin."
"Heh~ You're two-faced. What about the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual this time?"
"That's because you're not exactly 'tigers' to Li!"
"you!"
Ren Yingying had lost count of how many times she had been provoked into losing her composure by this man surnamed Li.
This thief's mouth is both sharp and poisonous!
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