Zuo Jiajun and Li Shanyuan were both from Shaanxi. He also knew his master's hometown. Since the 1980s and 1990s, he had gone back three or four times without receiving any news about his master. Therefore, he thought that the master had passed away and gave up the search.
But now he learned from Ye Tian that his master had passed away just two years ago. Scenes of scenes where his master taught him in the past suddenly flashed before his eyes. Zuo Jiajun couldn't help but feel sad and burst into tears.
"Grandpa, you...what's wrong with you?"
In Liu Dingding's eyes, Zuo Jiajun had always been calm and calm when faced with troubles. This was the first time she saw her grandfather so hurt, and she couldn't help but panic.
"Go, go, let's go..." Zuo Jiajun wiped away his tears and pushed his granddaughter aside. At this time, he was completely immersed in the sadness of his master's death.
"Brother, Master, he lived for more than 120 years. He was already a rare old man. He passed away without any illness or disaster. It is not easy in our industry. You don't have to be so sad!"
Although Ye Tian was also very sad in his heart, he still had a lot to say to Zuo Jiajun, so he couldn't just sit on the ground at the gate and talk, right? He then supported Zuo Jiajun with his hand, lifted him up, and said:
"Brother, let's go into the room and talk!"
"Um?"
Under Ye Tian's support, Zuo Jiajun's body did not move at all, and he couldn't help but laugh in his heart. Brother Ganqing wanted to test his own kung fu?
Ye Tian was right. When they first met, Zuo Jiajun felt the familiar energy in Ye Tian. Only heirs of Mai can practice this kind of technique.
But no matter how he probed, he could not feel a trace of true energy on Ye Tian's body, giving people an unfathomable feeling. So when Ye Tian held him up with his hands, Zuo Jiajun took a breath and dropped his body
on the ground.
"Brother, let's go into the room and talk!"
Ye Tian smiled and repeated what he had just said. This time, he put his hands under Zuo Jiajun's arms and used five points of strength to lift them up lightly.
"Why……"
Zuo Jiajun, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly felt an irresistible force coming from Ye Tian's hand. Before he could use his luck, his body was lifted up by Ye Tian.
"Junior brother, good work. Master can have a disciple like you in his later years, which is a great blessing for our school!"
Although he was shocked that Ye Tian had such skill at such a young age, Zuo Jiajun still laughed heartily. The battle just now diluted a lot of the sadness caused by the death of the old Taoist.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you? You're crying and laughing at the same time, like a child?"
Liu Dingding discovered that since his grandfather met Ye Tian, the surname that originally made people feel very withdrawn seemed to have completely changed, as if he suddenly turned into an old child.
"What do you know? Grandpa is showing his true feelings. Junior brother, let's go in and explain to senior brother how Master has been here all these years!"
Zuo Jiajun held Ye Tian's hand and walked quickly into the house. He really wanted to know where the master had been living in seclusion all these years.
"My dear, this...is this your weapon?" As soon as he walked into the living room, Zuo Jiajun saw the Yanyue knife inserted on the marble floor and exclaimed.
Standing next to the Yanyue knife, Zuo Jiajun grabbed the handle of the knife with his right hand, took a sharp breath, and let out a low growl in his throat: "Get up!"
Following Zuo Jiajun's shout, the Yanyue Knife rose up in his hand, but the weight of the knife was obviously beyond Zuo Jiajun's expectation. After picking up the knife, his left hand followed and supported it on the handle.
Holding the Yanyue knife in both hands, Zuo Jiajun only made stabbing and chopping movements, and his breathing became heavier. After all, he was an old man in his sixties, but his strength was far inferior to Ye Tian.
Inserting the knife back into the deep hole in the ground, Zuo Jiajun praised: "Good knife, good knife. In ancient times, there were only a few marching generals who could wield this knife. They have this knife to control their houses."
, Tang Sheng’s house can sit back and relax!”
When holding this knife, Zuo Jiajun could faintly feel the evil spirit inside that was about to rise to the sky. Although he didn't understand that it was an offensive weapon, he could use evil to control evil. This knife was placed here.
, no evil thing dares to come close anymore.
"Did you see that my grandpa can also use this knife? Ye Tian, you are not the only one who can use it!"
Seeing her grandpa pick up the knife and play with it, Liu Dingding suddenly showed a proud look on her face. Although she knew in her heart that her grandpa's actions just now were far worse than Ye Tian's, she finally regained some ground.
"Huh?" Before Ye Tian could speak, Zuo Jiajun's face tensed up, "Can you call Ye Tian this name? There are no rules, call me uncle!"
The older generation attaches great importance to seniority. Ye Tian is Zuo Jiajun's junior brother, and naturally he is also senior to Liu Dingding. Although he loves his granddaughter, he will not let her mess up her seniority.
"Grandpa, he...he's not as old as me."
After hearing Zuo Jiajun's words, Liu Dingding felt a little aggrieved. Ever since he was a child, apart from being strict with him when practicing martial arts, his grandfather had never been so cruel to him.
"You are presumptuous, there are no rules at all, hurry up and apologize to uncle!" Zuo Jiajun was furious when he heard this. He raised his hand on the handle of the Yanyue knife, and then paused heavily.
There was a "bang", and the floor of Tang Wenyuan's house was considered to have been damaged. The marble floor, which was originally shattered, became like a spider web, with fine cracks spreading around.
Seeing his grandfather being so angry, Liu Dingding was so frightened that he quickly said to Ye Tian, "Uncle, I'm sorry!" After saying that, his eye circles turned red.
Hearing his granddaughter's apology, Zuo Jiajun's expression softened and he looked at Ye Tian and said, "Junior Brother Ye, I have spoiled this child since he was a child. No matter how old or young he is, you must not care."
Like Ye Tian, Zuo Jiajun has studied with Li Shanyuan since he was a child, and he has no other brothers, sisters or seniors. Therefore, after meeting Ye Tian, he unconsciously felt a sense of closeness.
Ye Tian waved his hand and said: "It's okay, Senior Brother Zuo, I think the Ding skill is not weak, but I don't know the technique. Why don't you pass it on to her?"
Ye Tianneng could tell that although Liu Dingding had good skills, he didn't know much about the art of Feng Shui divination.
Although Zuo Jiajun did not receive the inheritance of offensive techniques from Mai's lineage, his fortune-telling and geomantic omen should have been passed down by Li Shanyuan, so Ye Tian was a little confused.
Before Zuo Jiajun could answer, Liu Dingding curled his lips and said, "Grandpa said that the rules of the sect will not be passed on to me without the permission of the ancestor!"
"Is there such a rule?" Ye Tian turned to look at Zuo Jiajun. He was now considered the sect leader of the Mai lineage. How come he hadn't heard of this rule?
"Junior brother Ye, when I left my master, my master told me that the secret skills in the sect were not allowed to be passed on to others without permission, so..."
Although Liu Dingding is a close relative, Zuo Jiajun still remembers his master's instructions back then, and only taught her martial arts techniques. As for the secret skills of divination and fortune-telling, he strictly adheres to the old teachings and does not dare to pass on a single word to her.
Zuo Jiajun has always wanted to find his master and take Liu Dingding into Mai's sect. However, the old master has passed away and his wish has been difficult to achieve.
"By the way, Junior Brother Ye, Master... Master, did he leave his inheritance to you?"
The inheritance that Zuo Jiajun refers to is the copper coins used by experienced Taoists for divination and the compass used for reading Feng Shui. Whoever he passes these things on to will be the direct descendant of Mai's lineage and the current sect leader.
Therefore, although the old Taoist is not here, if Ye Tian gets the inheritance, he can still take Liu Dingding under his sect. That's why Zuo Jiajun asked like this.
"Senior Brother Zuo, master has indeed left the inheritance to me!" Ye Tian nodded and took out the unusually exquisite compass from the bag on the coffee table next to him.
"Really...really Master's compass?"
Looking at the compass, Zuo Jiajun showed an excited look on his face. Suddenly his knees bent and he knelt down in front of Ye Tian, saying: "Zuo Jiajun, the fifty-first disciple of Mai, has met the contemporary sect leader.
!”
Although Mai's lineage is thin, rules still have to be followed. When Ye Tian first met Zuo Jiajun, he saluted Zuo Jiajun, but now it was Zuo Jiajun who saluted the master.
"Senior Brother Zuo, get up quickly. We senior brothers don't need to perform these false rituals between us!"
Ye Tian quickly helped Zuo Jiajun, put him on the sofa, and said, "Brother, let me tell you about Master's experience over the years!"
Zuo Jiajun nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay, okay, Junior Brother Ye, please tell me quickly and tell me where the master is buried. I want to go to pay homage to the teacher!"
Ye Tian told Zuo Jiajun everything from when Li Shanyuan came to Maoshan to avoid disaster, including when he met an old Taoist in the mountains and became his disciple. Of course, the fact that he received the inheritance from his ancestor in the Taoist temple was concealed.
This talk lasted for three or four hours. One was very excited while the other had tears in his eyes. Both of them were immersed in the memories of the old Taoist.
"Master, it's... I'm sorry for you!"
After listening to Ye Tian's story, Zuo Jiajun was heartbroken. He didn't expect that his master had lived such a miserable life in these years. In order to repair the Taoist temple, he had to go down the mountain and play tricks.
"Hey, I... I said, Master, what... is going on?"
While Zuo Jiajun was feeling sad, A Ding entered the living room from the outside with a food box in one hand. It was already past two o'clock in the afternoon. He was afraid that Ye Tian would be hungry, so he specially packed a meal for Ye Tian.
But as soon as he entered the door, A-Ding was frightened by Zuo Jiajun. He knew this person who was known as the "living god" in Hong Kong, but he had never seen him look like this before.
Ye Tian waved his hand to A Ding and said, "It's okay. Let's put the food in the restaurant. We'll be there in a minute. By the way, if there's some good wine, find a few bottles. I want to drink some with my senior brother."——
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