My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 89 1 Sword Light Cold Leaves Falling 2 Half

Xu Zhian also bowed to the old man.

"Manager Yao, there's no need to do this. Just call me Xu Zhian."

Old Man Yao shook his head and said, "Our ancestors have a rule that the one who receives the sword must either be the owner of the building or be called a master. However, the twelve buildings in the past have disappeared, so we can only follow the ancestral teachings and call him a young master."

Xu Zhian shook his head helplessly.

Seeing the boy's reserved look, Old Man Yao smiled and said, "Young sir, you don't have to feel any psychological burden. It's just a title. Besides, the 12th floor is gone. Now you are only the nominal master of the town. You don't enjoy any privileges, nor do you need to bear too many responsibilities."

Xu Zhian smiled bitterly and said, "In fact, I am just a young boy with no accomplishments, so I really don't deserve the title of sir."

Old man Yao stopped listening to the young man's nagging and shouted to the three children beside him, "Come here quickly and call me Mr. Little."

Among the three children, only the obedient Mu Xiangyang called him "little master" obediently. Fan Jinhe, who was young and weak, was reluctant to speak for a long time.

Old Man Yao snorted coldly: "This is the ancestral rule. Can you lose a piece of meat if I ask you to call me young master?"

Xu Zhian at the side quickly interrupted and said, "No, no, just call me Xu Zhian."

The young girl pouted and said, "Old Yao, my young master must be a very powerful man, but he doesn't seem to be able to do that."

Fan Jin also muttered at this time: "I, Fan Jin, can't call him that either. It's easier to call him Xu Zhian."

Old man Yao pretended to be angry and was about to scold the two of them when he heard Xu Zhian say again: "Manager Yao, I also think it sounds more comfortable to call me Xu Zhian."

Old man Yao gave a bitter smile and said, "Children's words are innocent, please don't be offended, young master."

Xu Zhian asked curiously, "Where are the two girls from Qixia Mountain?"

The old man smiled and said, "I went back to the sect. After the formation was broken, everyone regarded the town as a worthless piece of trash. Everyone wanted to escape. For this reason, some people did not hesitate to break the ancestral rules and scatter like birds and beasts."

The old man pointed to a stage not far away and said, "That is the stage reserved by several wealthy families. The show lasts for three days, and the intention is to disperse and go their separate ways after the show ends."

Xu Zhian looked at the stage from afar. There were not many audience members, only two or three figures. Even the Guilai Teahouse, which was built on the stage, looked desolate after its prosperity had ended.

"We are just like the actors on the stage. Even if there is no one in the audience, we will sing until the end. Besides, everyone has their own aspirations. We can't all be locked up together and continue to live like we are in a cage."

After Old Man Yao finished speaking, he sat back on the armchair which had been used for some time.

Xu Zhian could only nod and smile bitterly: "It's nothing more than moving from one cage to another."

Old Man Yao looked surprised: "Young Master is really different from before."

The young man shook his head: "After the two souls merged into one, the things that I couldn't understand before have become clearer now."

"Shopkeeper Yao, I want to stay in the pharmacy."

Xu Zhian turned to look at the old man and said with a smile.

"If you want to stay, then you can stay. Also, you can just call me Old Man Yao like they do. Compared to Shopkeeper Yao, I think Old Man Yao is more like a real person."

Xu Zhian nodded.

"Fan Jin, take the young master to the backyard to pick a room."

Old man Yao said to the little boy in black clothes beside him.

When Xu Zhian followed Fan Jin into the backyard, the little boy started nagging, asking questions like "Xu Zhian, why haven't you been to my father's shop for a long time?", "When did you become a little teacher in the town?", "Can you kill a cow with one punch?", and also about the sister he met a few days ago, who killed two people with one sword, which was very beautiful.

At first, Xu Zhian gave simple answers, but when Fan Jin started to talk incessantly, he just smiled foolishly and did not respond.

Seeing this, Fan Jin muttered, "Are all people who practice swordplay a little stupid? No, that Sister Jiang is not stupid. She must have been stupid from the beginning. That must be the case."

Xu Zhian didn't care about the child's chattering, he just followed him into the backyard silently.

At this time, ten miles east of the town, a middle-aged man in a gray shirt was standing in the sky thousands of feet high, like a god.

Looking at the three figures below, he said calmly.

"Are you starting to get restless so soon?"

I saw two middle-aged men in their forties and a graceful woman of similar age sitting in the pavilion, chatting and laughing.

There were several corpses lying on the ground nearby, all of them dead with blood gushing out of all their orifices.

"Tell me, if we kill the people who leave the town, will the butcher care?"

The woman looked at the tea in her hand and asked the middle-aged man beside her, then drank it all in one gulp with a strong smell of blood.

The man at the side smiled and said, "They probably won't care. To them, ordinary people die, so they die. Besides, they broke the rules in the first place, so there's no reason for them to intervene, right?"

The woman smiled calmly: "If that's the case, I, Shattered Star Valley, will definitely not miss the opportunity to collect interest."

The man who had never spoken a word suddenly frowned and his hand unconsciously placed on the handle of the broad knife beside him.

The two of them also noticed something unusual at this time and looked towards the direction of the town.

On the worn blue-gray stone road, a young man in white clothes walked slowly towards them, carrying an unknown wooden sword on his back. He walked like that, neither hurried nor slow, and very naturally.

As the breeze blew, his hair and clothes fluttered, and his scholarly face added a touch of chivalry, making it hard to forget him at first sight.

The man moved lightly and quickly, and in a breath he had already walked under an old phoenix tree.

Although this person did not seem to have any murderous intent, nor any signs of realm, the more so, the more intimidating and solemn the three people became.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man who had been silent all this time asked.

The young man in white stood quietly under the phoenix tree, his calm face showing no emotion.

"My name is Lin Qingyun, also known as Lin Jianyi."

The three of them frowned, all looking puzzled. It was obvious that none of them knew this strange man named Lin Jianyi.

At this time, the woman said softly: "I guess this fellow Taoist is not from a small town, right?"

The young man in white did not answer, but looked at the bodies on the ground and slowly said, "Did you kill them?"

The woman narrowed her eyes slightly and said in a serious tone, "It was me who killed him in Broken Star Valley."

The young man nodded, his tone still very calm.

"Very good. I will accept the head of the Broken Star Valley."

The woman sneered: "How shameless!"

Then the woman stepped out of the pavilion, and a silver chain snake appeared in her hand. With a wave of the woman, a beam of light and shadow instantly attacked the figure under the tree like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Lin Jianyi just watched, his expression remained calm.

"You are too weak!"

Just when the silver chain snake was still half a zhang away from Lin Jianyi, the wind blew, the trees moved, and the leaves fell silently.

When the leaf fell between the two people, the world was silent in an instant, and a sword energy gushed out from the young man's body. The sword light was dozens of feet long, and the fallen leaf was split into two.

The few remaining leaves on the branches were shaken off, leaving only bare tree trunks swaying in the wind.

The two middle-aged men in the pavilion quickly stood up.

"impossible!"