On the second day, Xian Yutong got up early in the morning, practiced swordsmanship for two hours, and then went to see the master, Yao Daochang lived in the backyard of the "Purple Qi Donglai Hall" in the lobby of the Huashan faction, and the two children who were waiting in the courtyard saw that the second senior brother was coming, and hurriedly reported to the head of the house, and came out after a while and said: "Second senior brother, the head of the house will let you in." ”

Xian Yutong thanked Xiao Tong with his hand, and then walked in quickly, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw Master Yao Daochang lying on the desk writing words.

Yao Daochang is not yet the age of Jiazi this year, but looking at the gray hair, the old Longzhong, to say the least, is also in his seventies, just because he injured the foundation of his vitality in a series of battles with a master in his prime, so the decline in his skills in recent years is very serious, so he looks more and more old.

Seeing Xian Yu kneeling down to ask for peace, Yao Daochang coughed and said: "Tong'er, you are a child who was brought up by the teacher, since your family was plagued by soldiers and bandits ten years ago, you have always respected the teacher, devoted to penance, and you are in love with Zhu'er, so it is most suitable to inherit my mantle, I hope you will abide by the right path in the future and magnify Huashan, so that I can laugh at Jiuquan when I die in the future." ”

The more Yao Daochang spoke, the more serious he became, and finally looked at Xian Yutong with blazing eyes, as if there was a faint sense of detachment and desolation.

Xian Yu was shocked when he heard this, and said in a panic: "Master, your old man will definitely be able to live a long life, how can he be a disciple? How dare he have the hope of inheriting Master's legal system?"

Yao Daochang waved his hand and said: "In recent days, I have been restless, my mood is changeable, and I often get angry for no reason, so last night I deliberately hung it, the hexagram is from the fire, the big old man, look at this hexagram, my life will not be long......"

Although Yao Daochang is not a monk, but he is a Taoist layman, since the injury to the numerology of the astrology more and more intensive, now the way of divination is profound, but also more and more convinced, a lot of open-minded, quite Taoist atmosphere.

"Master......"

Xian Yutong was about to speak, but Yao Daochang sighed: " Since the creation of the Huashan faction by the patriarch Guangningzi, the Xiyi faction of the Huashan Hidden Immortal lineage, and the predecessors of the masters have studied the martial arts classics, on the inheritance of the teacher, this school is really not weaker than other factions, but it is a pity that there is no excellent genius to inherit the past and the future, in one fell swoop, you are five brothers, in addition to you and your senior brother qualifications are better, is the only two people who are expected to surpass the cultivation of the teacher, so I relied on you two most in the past, some time ago your senior brother was assassinated by the Demon Sect, and your martial arts have not become a climate, but I am not as good as a day, now this heart is difficult to settle down, I only hope that the ancestor blesses......”

"Please rest assured, Master, the apprentice will definitely cultivate hard, magnify his own sect, and never disappoint your old wishes!" Xian Yutong roared hoarsely with tears in his eyes.

"I have chosen a good day for you, you should marry on the fifth day of the first month of next month, I have sent your Uncle Yue and Uncle Chen to prepare, and you Senior Brother Deng and a few people will invite the masters to come to the major factions to watch the ceremony, I haven't told Zhu'er yet, you can discuss it, and prepare early!" Yao Daochang seemed to be tired after speaking, so he turned around and meditated on the futon to rest, Xian Yutong slowly withdrew, and then walked out.

"Senior brother!" Xian Yutong was thinking about things while walking, and suddenly heard a crisp and pleasant voice in his ears, looked up, and saw a slender and well-proportioned girl with bright eyes looking at him with a smile.

It is the master's only daughter, his junior sister Yao Mingzhu, Yao is four years younger than herself, although she is not a national beauty, but she is also delicate and cute, especially her eyes are bright, quite moving, although she has the utilitarian heart to be the head of the house, she really likes Sister Yao.

But at this time, Xian Yutong had no feelings for Yao Mingzhu in his heart, but just looked at Yao Mingzhu's figure and appearance, and nodded secretly in his heart: Although it is for the position of the head of the house, this girl has some looks and a good figure, and it is really not a loss to marry her.

"Senior brother, what are you looking at? I have dirty things on my face?" Yao Mingzhu is young, but he is capable, polite and courteous, and he has already regarded Xian Yutong as his fiancé in his heart.

Although Xian Yutong was not a flamboyant person in the past, he could also speak well, and he was very popular with women, and Xian Yutong at this time was far more mentally than before, and said with a smile: "It's not that I haven't come back for two years, I can't help but want to look at my good sister twice, I miss you day and night!"

Yao Mingzhu asked with a smile in her eyes when she heard this, "Senior brother, do you really miss me?"

"Of course, the sages have clouds, you can eat without meat, you can't live without pearls, I can't live in the mountains with my junior sister, even if I eat dragon meat, it's tasteless!" Xian Yutong patted his chest, and then asked, "Senior sister, do you miss your senior brother?"

"Flim tongue!" Yao Mingzhu took a sip with a red face, and then looked at Xian Yutong with a bright face, and said in a low voice, "Naturally, I think a little ......"

The voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was almost inaudible, even so Yao Mingzhu was so ashamed that his face was flushed, and he turned around to run away, Xian Yutong suddenly reached out and grabbed Yao Mingzhu's smooth little hand, and Yao Mingzhu's heart fluttered non-stop.

Xian Yutong rubbed his hands against his smooth skin, and said with a smile: "Just now Master said that he has set the date of our wedding, which is the fifth day of the next month, and you have to start preparing." ”

"Ahh

"Such a simple girl is only available in this era!" Xian Yutong felt the residual warmth in his hand and smiled happily.

The tense and orderly life began, Xian Yutong dealt with the affairs of the sect under the leadership of the master every day, and the four or five uncles and uncles who did not like Xian Yutong gradually accepted Xian Yutong, and the marriage of Xian Yutong, a high-ranking disciple of the Huashan faction, and Yao Mingzhu, the daughter of the head of the sect, also spread all over the rivers and lakes, and several sects even sent people to send gifts in advance, all of which were jade, silk, wine, gold and silver and other things.

Xian Yutong also wrote letters for the master one by one to express his gratitude.

Xian Yutong thought that such busy and dull days would last until after the wedding, until this morning ten days before the wedding.

On this day, Xian Yutong, who was practicing swords in the courtyard, suddenly got the news that a scholar in a green shirt outside the mountain gate was scolding, naming and letting him go out to make amends.

Xian Yutong patted his forehead when he heard this, and thought with a bitter face: Your brother has done a good deed, but you want me to settle it for you, it's really hard to say!

His brows furrowed for a long time, Xian Yutong was afraid that he would be known by the master if he delayed it again, so he hurriedly used his body to run out, and as soon as he arrived at the mountain gate, he saw three or four twenty or thirty-year-old junior disciples holding bright iron swords in their hands and surrounding Hu Qingniu in green shirts.

There was also an iron sword thrown at Hu Qingniu's feet, and the system was the sword of the Huashan disciple, Xian Yutong looked at it again, and sure enough, there was a disciple holding his right hand and standing aside with a painful face.

This senior brother Lu who is holding his hand is a disciple of Uncle Chen, a remote senior uncle in the door, his martial arts are average, but he is short-tempered, and he is very easy to offend people.

Xian Yutong and Hu Qingniu got along day and night after bowing, knowing that although Hu Qingniu had superb medical skills, his martial arts were not weak, Xian Yutong estimated that less than ten of the more than 30 junior brothers in this sect could beat Hu Qingniu, so he hurriedly shouted: "Brothers, stop!"

"It's the second senior brother!"