In the small wooden house on the mountainside of Lingjian Peak, the deputy sword fifteen of the Sword Sect who was in a high position and was dignified was sitting upright in the room at this time, carefully tasting the tea leaves that had been sitting for an unknown amount of time.

However, since that incident, Spirit Sword Peak has become a little colder than before.

After Jian Seventeen passed away, Long Haotian moved to the back mountain alone, in his words, he wanted to be alone and quiet.

But even if Long Haotian didn't say it, but Jian Fifteen was also a master after all, what was going on in his apprentice's heart, could he not know?

But he didn't say anything, but let Long Haotian go.

Because he knew very well that when such a thing happened, even he, a middle-aged man of nearly thirty, would not be able to accept it in the first place, not to mention that Long Haotian was still a child who had not yet reached adulthood.

But out of concern for Long Haotian, Jian Fifteen specially arranged for Mo Wenxue to live with him in the back mountain, because in this way, the two of them could more or less take care of each other.

But in this way, there is really only one person left in the Spirit Sword Peak of Nuoda, Sword Fifteen.

On this morning, Jian 15 still got up early for morning exercises, as he had done in recent days, and then began to sit in the cabin and brew tea.

But at the moment when the sword fifteen tea leaves had just been brewed, there was a sharp knock on the door, and it suddenly sounded.

Hearing this knock on the door, Jian Fifteen was also stunned for a moment, because he had obviously set up an enchantment around Spirit Sword Peak, that is to say, if someone approached Spirit Sword Peak, then as a person who set up an enchantment, he would definitely notice something.

But now, the other party has appeared outside his door, and he is not aware of it in the slightest.

In this case, there can only be one outcome.

That is, the strength of the other party has reached a certain level, so it can appear here silently.

However, what puzzled Jian Fifteen was that since the other party had come here silently, why didn't he just break down the door, but knocked on the door very politely.

And this also means that the other party has no hostility, thinking of this, Jian Fifteen decided to get up and take a look, standing outside his door at the moment, where is it sacred?

So, Ken Fifteen slowly moved off the bed, put on the shoes that had been placed next to the bed, and walked slowly to the door, and after a short hesitation, he decided to reach out and open the wooden door.

"Squeak~squeak~squeak~"

Under the sound of noise, the door finally opened.

But when Jian Fifteen saw the person standing outside the door clearly, he was still shocked, because he never thought that the person who appeared outside the door at this time would actually come to him in person under such circumstances.

So, in the midst of doubt, Jian Fifteen also hurriedly walked to the side, and respectfully said to the person outside the door: "The ancestor came to visit, the younger generation Jian Fifteen missed the distance, and I hope that the ancestor is not strange!"

Seeing that Jian Fifteen behaved like this, the person who was called the master by Jian Fifteen said with some reproach in his tone: "Forget it, others don't know you, don't I know who you are Jian Fifteen? ”

Hearing that the master had said this, Jian Fifteen didn't want to say anything more, so he made a gesture of invitation and said, "It just so happens that the junior has just made a few cups of tea, please take a seat!"

This time, the ancestor was not too polite, just sat on the side of the bed very casually, then picked a clean cup, put the teacup on the table, then lifted the teapot, slowly poured it into the cup, and then put the teapot down, raised the teacup, and tasted it carefully.

However, what is strange is that this series of actions of the master ancestor was only completed with one hand throughout the whole process, and as for his other hand, he never moved.

If you look along the other side of his body, you will be surprised to find that this master has another arm, and the sleeve of his shirt that should have hung down is also empty at this time.

And this person who was called the master ancestor by the fifteenth sword was none other than the one-armed old man who woke up Long Haotian in the Hidden Sword Pavilion before.

Seeing the ancestor put down the teacup, Jian Fifteen opened his mouth and asked the doubts in his heart: "I don't know if the ancestor bent over today, but what are the arrangements?"

After Jian Fifteen's question was asked, the one-armed old Taoist shook his head very directly, and then said: "It's not a big deal, it's just that I haven't seen you see a bastard boy for a long time, I want to come and see you, and then have a good chat with you by the way." ”

Hearing that the master ancestor actually came to chat with him, Jian Fifteen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and then sat down directly next to the one-armed old dao, and asked: "Then I don't know what the master wants to talk to the juniors, it won't be here to ask the juniors some health regimens!"

When the one-armed old Taoist heard Jian Fifteen's joke, he also laughed lightly twice, and then said, "After so many years, you are still like this, and you will never grow up." ”

"It can't be said that it won't grow up, the younger generation is at most a childlike child!" Hearing the ancestor teach himself, Jian Fifteen also defended himself.

But the one-armed old Taoist obviously didn't intend to continue to entangle with Sword Fifteen, so he didn't say anything, so he directly changed the topic and said: "In the past ten years, I should also thank you, thank you for taking care of Zeyu for more than ten years." ”

Hearing the word Zeyu, Jian Fifteen's face did not have the same naughtiness as before, but replied seriously: "Where did you say this, since Zeyu came to my Sword Sect, he is a disciple of my Sword Sect, so naturally he can't talk about taking care of it." ”

Speaking of this, Jian Fifteen suddenly changed his words, and asked directly: "By the way, Master, in fact, I have been wanting to ask you for so many years, how did you pick up Zeyu's child after you went down the mountain, after all, after you brought him back back then, there were many people in the Sword Sect who secretly discussed it, saying that Zeyu was your illegitimate child." ”

Seeing Jian Fifteen ask this, the one-armed old Taoist sighed long, and slowly spoke: "Other people can say whatever they like, I just need to have a clear conscience, but Zeyu's child, the fate is indeed bumpy, just born, was abandoned by his biological parents, if I didn't happen to pass by that day, I really can't imagine what the ending of this child will be, maybe, it has already been eaten by those mountain beasts!"

"I still remember that it was a winter more than ten years ago, and I happened to go down the mountain to do some errands, but on my way back, I suddenly heard a baby's cry..."

At first, I didn't pay much attention to it because there was so much going on during that time that I felt like I was hallucinating.

But as the crying became louder and louder, I gradually realized that something was wrong, where was this auditory hallucination, it was clearly the cry of a newborn baby.

I followed the sound and slowly touched it, and at this time, I saw that in the bushes, among a white swaddling clothes, young Wang Zeyu was crying incessantly.

I rushed over, picked him up, and began to coax this fresh life that I had unintentionally saved.

I don't know why, since I first saw this child, I had a special feeling that this child was related to me, and I could even treat it as my own biological child.

Out of selfishness and love, I just took this child and returned to Sword King Mountain.

I gave him to you, along with Kenya, and entrusted you with taking care of him, imparting him knowledge and spiritual power.

Sure enough, this child did not disappoint us, he was extremely perceptive, gifted and intelligent, and at the age of twelve, he had already stepped directly into the human spiritual realm.

Hearing the one-armed old Taoist talk about this, Jian Fifteen also suddenly asked: "By the way, Master, there is something unknown to the junior, why did you name him Zeyu in the first place?"

"If you want to talk about this, there is actually no special reason, it's just that this child's swaddling clothes are embroidered with a prince, of course, on his back, there is also a special liquid pattern with a Ze character, and finally on this basis, I added a Yu character behind this, so I called him Wang Zeyu. The one-armed old man said.

Hearing the one-armed old man say this, Jian Fifteen also nodded, and did not continue to ask any more questions, because he knew very well that with these little things, his master ancestor had no reason to deceive himself.

Seeing that Jian Fifteen didn't continue to ask, the one-armed old Taoist turned around and asked, "By the way, Fifteen, the disciple you accepted is indeed quite good!"

Jian Fifteen was also a little shocked when he heard the one-armed old Taoist actually mention Long Haotian: "It's really good, listening to you say that, haven't you already seen him?"

Although Jian Fifteen had basically determined that this master should have met Haotian without accident, he still had a trace of doubt in his words out of politeness.

The one-armed old man glanced at Jian Fifteen, nodded, and said, "I've seen it, it's pretty good, it's just a little sentimental, but if you exercise more in the future, his achievements will definitely not be too low." ”

Hearing that the one-armed old Taoist gave Long Haotian such a high evaluation, Jian Fifteen was naturally very happy, because as a master, who didn't want his disciple to get ahead in the future.

In this way, after the two of them sat and chatted for more than ten minutes, the one-armed old Taoist also suddenly got up and said: "Okay, it's not early, let's talk to you about this today, it just so happens that the Hidden Sword Pavilion should be in chaos again, and I should go back to clean up." ”

When the one-armed old Taoist said this, Jian Fifteen also said: "Actually, I don't understand it, no matter what you say, you are also the ancestor of the Sword Sect, so why bother lowering your own price and doing those hard things." ”

But the one-armed old man shook his head directly and said: "I'm old, but I still want to do something, after all, I don't want to sit all day like a waste person, living a life like waiting for death." ”

"But..."

Before Jian Fifteen could say it, he was directly rejected by the one-armed old man: "Okay, I know what you want to say, let me tell you plainly, I am almost tired of hearing your words over the years, and even in my ears, calluses are about to grow, so don't say it, just let this old man go, and do something you like to do in this lifetime!"

Having said this, before Jian Fifteen could reply, the one-armed old man just moved his feet, and the whole person disappeared directly into the wooden house, and instead appeared at the foot of the Spirit Sword Peak.

Seeing that the master didn't say a word like this and disappeared directly, Jian Fifteen just shook his head helplessly, and didn't say anything, just closed the door gently, turned around and went to taste his pot of tea again.

On the other side, the one-armed old man at the foot of the mountain looked around, and after a glance at it, he finally found a letter from his sleeve.

Although I couldn't see what was written on the envelope, I could still vaguely see that at the top of the letterhead, there were four large characters:

"My son Zeyu. ”