Li Hao frowned slightly.

He remembered that he told Xue'er that there was no need for her to help ask his master to come down the mountain and stand up for him.

Meaningless.

After eight years of absence, Jian Wudao also stepped into this mansion again.

When he first entered Shanhe Courtyard, he saw the young man lying on the old man's chair and basking in the sun, feeling very comfortable.

I thought that such a young man should practice cultivation all the time, but I didn't expect that he would be so leisurely.

But maybe it's because the war is approaching, and it's normal to relax at the end.

Behind Jian Wudao, there were four figures following, all of whom were his disciples, three men and one woman. Among them, the one with the highest level of cultivation had already entered the realm of the three immortals.

The four of them also looked at Li Hao, with surprise and curiosity in their eyes.

"Brother Hao."

Bian Ruxue trotted over with a smile on her face and said, "I asked Master and the others to come down the mountain."

It disturbed Qingmeng, but faced with the girl's kindness, Li Hao couldn't be too harsh on her, so he had to stand up, throw the collection of poems aside, and finally sighed in his heart when he saw the sword master approaching.

He was the one who took the little tail away, but he was the one who let the little tail go.

And it was Little Tails himself who really said goodbye to him.

So, who can you blame?

Li Hao doesn't blame anyone, because he has put away those extra steps.

Therefore, after sighing faintly, Li Hao put down all the distracting thoughts and said with a smile, "Sword Master, you are well."

"Um?"

Jian Wudao was slightly surprised and said, "Do you still remember me?"

"How can I forget how charming Mr. Jian is?" Li Hao said with a smile.

Jian Wudao raised his eyebrows slightly. He originally thought that this young man with extraordinary talent must be high-spirited, arrogant and wanton, or he was depressed in cultivation and had a withdrawn temperament.

Unexpectedly, it was like a breeze without joy or sorrow, and the whole body revealed a sense of freedom in the mountains and fields.

"Marquis Xingwu has given birth to a good son, and the third generation of the Li family will fly to heaven again."

Jian Wudao said calmly.

Li Hao smiled, and the politeness was over.

Jian Wudao's eyes fell on the arms of a girl dressed as a maid next to her, who was holding a black sword box.

As he said many years ago, a sword-crazy person can spot a sword among ten thousand weapons at a glance.

When he entered Shanheyuan, he naturally saw the black sword box at first sight, and then his attention fell on the young man.

Seeing the sword box, a glimmer of light appeared in his eyes, and he said, "Is this Yongye?"

"Have you seen Mr. Jian?"

"It bloomed briefly, but unfortunately it fell silent."

Jian Wudao's eyes were calm and he said: "I am slightly ashamed of this name. Yongye should be able to cover the sky forever and let no one in the world know about it!"

"Is Jian always blaming my Ninth Uncle?" Li Hao said lightly.

Jian Wudao did have this idea. Although he felt that he shouldn't say it, his inner respect for Jian made him extremely dissatisfied when he learned that Jian Mengchen had been completely sealed.

He had gone to the government to ask for it and was willing to exchange it for other promises.

But the old lady kicked him out.

However, today, he just said it casually. It has been many years and there is no point in mentioning it again, let alone with a junior.

"My uncle Ninth came into the world with a sword. In just three years, this sword has gone from being unknown when it was made to becoming a famous sword in the world. How can I say it?"

Li Hao said lightly: "Besides, if my Ninth Uncle is still alive, everyone in the world will know about this sword. Of course, if the old sword master is willing to kill enemies and eliminate demons for my Ninth Uncle, instead of just sitting in the sword hut

Among them, this sword should be the best sword in the world now, right?"

Hearing the sarcasm in Li Hao's words, Jian Wudao's expression changed slightly.

The four people behind him were also stunned, and then their expressions suddenly changed. The middle-aged man in the lead said solemnly:

"Master Li, please apologize to my master!"

Li Hao just glanced at the other party, chuckled lightly, and said nothing.

This is Shanheyuan, not Jianlu.

Bian Ruxue did not expect that Master and Li Hao would have a quarrel as soon as they met. She was stunned and couldn't help but feel a little nervous and anxious.

Jian Wudao stared at Li Hao, his eyes slightly cold, and said calmly:

"Li Jiulang is indeed extremely talented. Now that I have passed down the sword to you, are you worthy of this sword?"

"This sword was forged by my Li family who collected precious iron from all over the world. Whether it is worthy or not is not for outsiders to say." Li Hao said with a smile.

"Brother Hao."

Bian Ruxue couldn't help but scream.

Li Hao glanced at her and saw that she was in a dilemma, but his smile faded slightly.

Many years ago, in this yard, it seemed to be at this location.

But that little girl stood by him without hesitation and spoke for him everywhere.

When she heard that she was going to be taken away, the little girl cried and said that she no longer loved swords and would never practice swordsmanship again...

The time back then will never come back.

Just like the autumn leaves in this courtyard, after they wither, they can never return to the trees.

Even if the spring breeze blows again next year, what will emerge are new buds...

At this time, several figures hurried from the inner courtyard. It was Li Tiangang, with Yu Xuan and Li Fu behind him.

"Senior Sword Master!"

When Li Tiangang saw Jian Wudao, he shouted from afar, then stepped forward and slightly cupped his hands:

"I didn't expect you to come to support me. I'm so polite to you."

Jian Wudao was a strong man in his father's generation. When he was a child, he even came to spar with his father.

However, although his father could defeat Jian Wudao in terms of overall combat ability, he was not specialized in swordsmanship, so he was defeated many times in swordsmanship contests.

"There's no need to support me."

Jian Wudao said calmly: "For Xue'er's sake, I came here to join in the fun and have a drink. I don't know if the General's Mansion will welcome you."

"That's certainly welcome."

Li Tiangang was slightly surprised, feeling that the Sword Master's words seemed a bit harsh. He glanced at Li Hao next to him and immediately understood that Li Hao had a loose temper and was not well received.

He immediately smiled and said: "Sword Master, please follow me to the inner courtyard. This child Xue'er is talented and intelligent. It is a blessing for this child to be able to practice under the name of Sword Master."

Seeing that the marshal who had been in charge of the army for many years was so polite, Jian Wudao also showed a smile on his face. He followed him into the courtyard and ignored Li Hao next to him. After all, there was too much difference in seniority and there was nothing to argue with his juniors.

Several disciples behind Jian Wudao also realized that it was pointless to argue with Li Hao.

I came here as a favor, but ended up getting into a quarrel. That was not worth it.

It's just that deep down in my heart, I feel a little more unhappy and unhappy with this young man who is famous in Qingzhou.

When they all left, Bian Ruxue stood next to Li Hao, looking hesitant and saying: "Brother Hao, are you angry?"

Li Hao sat back on the chair and smiled: "No, there is nothing to be angry about."

Bian Ruxue said: "My master is very serious about swords. Sometimes what he says will inevitably sound unpleasant. Brother Hao, please don't take it to your heart."

Li Hao smiled: "Don't worry, I'm not angry."

Bian Ruxue glanced at him and saw that he really didn't look angry. She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I saw that Li Qianfeng was surrounded by Bodhisattvas from Wuliang Mountain to support him, so I invited Master."

"For your trouble."

Li Hao understood her good intentions and said with a smile: "Go and accompany your master. He is not familiar with this place. I will bask in the sun for a while."

"All right."

Hearing this, Bian Ruxue nodded.

After Bian Ruxue left, Li Hao opened the poetry collection again, covered his face, and continued to bask in the sun.

Next to him, Ren Qianqian was holding the sword box and looking towards the inner courtyard frequently.

Her heart was in her throat just now. The sword master's momentum was so strong that she felt like she was trembling all over.

This is the most famous swordsman in the world!

But the young man in front of her responded calmly without any fear. She was even afraid that he would take action in anger and teach Li Hao a lesson.

But Ren Qianqian was overthinking. In this Divine General's Mansion, regardless of whether Li Hao made a mistake or not, even if Jian Wudao got angry, he would not be able to take action. Otherwise, he would not only hit Li Hao, but the entire Divine General.
To be continued...