Chapter 113
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Zhao Qian thought that when his little martial uncle previously proposed to accept Xu Taiping as his disciple on Zhenjianping, it was really just to test Xu Taiping’s character and nature. He never expected that his little martial uncle really had the idea of accepting a disciple.
“Why would I lie to you？”
Dao Xuan sat back on the chair again and then began to pour himself a drink and drink by himself.
”But, little martial uncle, this isn’t in line with the rules, is it？ Previously, in full view of everyone, the matter of Xu Taiping joining the Seventh Peak was also known to all the peaks. Now, asking him to leave the Seventh Peak and become your disciple doesn’t conform to the rules of the Qingxuan Sect.”
Zhao Qian saw that Dao Xuan was really serious about taking in a disciple, and his expression suddenly became serious as well.
Since his little martial uncle was asking him for someone, he naturally didn’t dare to object.
But the rules set by the grandmasters of the Qingxuan Sect were extremely strict. Once the rules were broken, one would be punished by the mountain gate’s precepts, not only him, but even his little martial uncle was no exception.
”The rules are dead, but people are alive. Just because Xu Taiping can’t leave the Seventh Peak doesn’t mean I can’t come.”
Dao Xuan didn’t care about this.
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qian was suddenly overjoyed.
”Little martial uncle, could it be that you want to join our Seventh Peak？”
He said with an incredulous look on his face.
”Don’t even dream about it.”
Dao Xuan gave Zhao Qian a blank look and then continued：
”Arrange an identity of an elder or a worshipper for me. I will then use this identity to teach Xu Taiping swordsmanship. As for the master-disciple relationship, this old man doesn’t care about such things.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qian was so shocked that his jaw was about to drop.
”Little martial uncle, why? Why is a mere Xu Taiping able to make you condescend to disguise yourself as an elder of our Seventh Peak and teach him swordsmanship without even wanting the master-disciple relationship? I don’t understand！”
Zhao Qian summoned up his courage and asked Daoxuan for advice.
“The status of master and apprentice is sometimes a burden instead.”
Daoxuan shook his head and sighed, and then asked rhetorically：
“Don’t you think that this Xu Taiping is very much like someone？”
Zhao Qian was first stunned, and then his face became solemn, and he asked in a somewhat heavy tone：
“Little Martial Uncle, are you talking about Senior Brother Su Chan？”
Both with white spirit bones and equally brilliant, Zhao Qian immediately thought of the senior brother who he admired so much back then.
“Hmm.”
Daoxuan nodded with a somewhat gloomy expression.
“Little Martial Uncle, why can’t you let go of Senior Brother.”
Zhao Qian sighed.
“Because, I still haven’t figured out why Su Chan would turn to the devil and betray Qingxuan back then.”
Daoxuan raised his head and sighed leisurely.
“But Little Martial Uncle, Xu Taiping is not Senior Brother after all. If you accept him as your apprentice on this pretext, 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 promise you.”
Zhao Qian, with a bruised nose and swollen face, suddenly rejected Daoxuan sternly.
Upon hearing this, Daoxuan gave Zhao Qian a deep look, then put down the wine pot and said leisurely：
“Accepting him as an apprentice is not my sudden idea.”
Immediately, Daoxuan recounted to Zhao Qian the scene of happening to encounter Xu Taiping confronting that changgui on Yanglu Mountain that day, preferring to be trapped in Qingzhu Residence rather than act as an accomplice to an evildoer, as well as the scene of later devising to kill the changgui.
“As a human being, you should cultivate your morality, you should help others, you should be like water, dwelling in a bad abyss yet doing good…”
After listening to the little uncle’s account, Zhao Qian, while savoring the deeds he had just heard, muttered to himself.
“The sword that I, Jian Jiu, like doesn’t necessarily have to be made by a famous master, doesn’t necessarily have to use the best materials, and doesn’t necessarily have to be sharpened to be extremely sharp. But one thing is very important, and that is the spine of this sword must be straight, preferably without any curved arc at all.”
As the little uncle spoke, he untied the simple and unsophisticated long sword on his waist, and then with a “clang” sound, he drew the sword out of its sheath.
This long sword was just as he had said, with a plain and simple appearance. The material for casting the sword was just ordinary black iron, and even ugly patterns could be seen on the sword body.
But unlike other swords, the spine and the blade of this sword were both extremely straight, so straight that no arc could be seen with the naked eye.
“Little uncle, this kind of sword is very easy to break.”
Zhao Qian frowned.
“That’s just because the person using the sword is not strong enough.”
Dao Xuan shook his head, and then put the sword in his hand into the scabbard.
“Since little martial uncle insists on this, then everything will be arranged by the disciple.”
Zhao Qian nodded.
“But, really don’t need to reveal your identity to Xu Taiping？”
He confirmed to his little martial uncle again.
“No need. I, Jian Jiu, don’t care about just a master-disciple status.”
The little martial uncle raised his head proudly, and at the same time stood up, as if ready to leave.
But just as he stepped towards the door, he suddenly looked back at Zhao Qian, and then said earnestly：
“Zhao Qian, among the group of disciples back then, you were the one I liked the least. You are lazy, slick, and timid. But now looking back, you are the one among this group of disciples who has changed the least.”
“Is little martial uncle trying to say that I am still as lazy, timid, and slick as when I was young？”
Zhao Qian couldn’t help but feel a little at a loss when he heard this.
The little martial uncle didn’t answer, but shook his head, picked up the wine gourd on the table, and walked out the door while saying without looking back： “Little fatty, my time is running out. And you, how long can you hide？ Come out of your lair, and pick up the sword that was thrown off the cliff. You can wrong yourself, but you must never wrong your sword.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Qian trembled all over, and his unshaven face suddenly turned deathly pale.
He had never thought that in this Qingxuan Sect, the one who knew him best was not his deceased master, but this little uncle who had always disliked him.
That night, Zhao Qian sat at the table and didn’t sleep all night.
……
More than ten days later.
The Seventh Peak, in front of the Myriad Scroll Pavilion.
“Taiping, are you really not going to rest for a few more days？”
Qingxiao turned his head and looked at Xu Taiping beside him, who was looking at the plaque of the Myriad Scroll Pavilion.
“Senior Brother, don’t worry. I have been tempering my physique for the past few years. As long as the injury on my body doesn’t hurt the root, there won’t be any major problems.”
Xu Taiping patted his chest and said.
“Your body is indeed tempered well. In less than ten days, the injury has actually healed almost.”
Qingxiao nodded in approval.
“Let’s go, I’ll take you up.”
As he walked into the Myriad Scroll Pavilion, he waved to Xu Taiping.
Xu Taiping nodded and followed.
“Normally, new disciples can only choose an ordinary Yellow Rank technique on the first floor. However, because of your excellent performance in the selection of the Seventh Peak, you can go up to the second floor of the Myriad Scroll Pavilion and freely choose a Mysterious Rank technique and a Mysterious Rank mental method.”
When he came to the edge of the stairs, Qingxiao suddenly stopped and introduced to Xu Taiping.
