In the pavilion by the clear spring stream, An Zhisu lowered his eyes and stared at the gurgling water, whispering about his life experience:
"I was born in a mountain village in Guangling County, Yangzhou."
"My mother is a widow in the village, and my father died before I was born, so life was very difficult."
"However, since I became conscious, Master has often come to my home to visit my mother and me."
"Every time he comes here, he will bring some money to help us, so that our life will not be too tight."
Ling Yunpo listened with great interest and realized that Su Jian was not some murderous maniac obsessed with swordsmanship - he also had the kindness and warmth of ordinary people.
An Zhisu continued:
"Every time, my mother refused to ask for Master's money, saying that he 'doesn't owe us mother and daughter'."
"But Master will always find a way to stuff money so that Mom can't refuse it."
"Sometimes he took it away, but in the blink of an eye the money appeared on the stove, beside the pillow, or in the pile of clothes."
"When my mother sees the money left behind, she will sigh helplessly."
Ling Yunpo echoed and sighed:
"Oh, it's not easy at home, senior sister."
"Actually, it's not just poverty." An Zhisu said melancholy. "If a widow doesn't have a family and a husband in the village, she will be talked about and even bullied by people."
"Sometimes, the unemployed people in the village would come together outside my house, say some obscene words, and laugh wildly."
"My mother held me tightly in her arms and wouldn't let me hear those dirty words."
"How hateful!" Ling Yunpo immediately glared and said with righteous indignation, "If I had been there at that time, no matter how many of them there were, I would have picked up a hatchet and rushed out to kill all these trash who bullied orphans and widowed mothers!
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"Junior brother, your character is exactly the same as the master." An Zhisu laughed, "When the master learned about this, he immediately went out with his sword, visited every house, and killed all the gangsters one by one."
"Happy!" Ling Yunpo clapped his hands in admiration, but complained in his heart: Recall the preface, this Su Jian is still a murderous maniac.
"It's just that from that time on, there was a gap between my mother and my master." An Zhisu continued to recall, "Everyone in the village avoided our home, and even when we met on the road, they would take a detour."
"My mother is very sad, not because her reputation in the village has declined, but because she feels that Master treats ordinary people as pigs and dogs, and sooner or later he will become alienated from us."
"My master had a few quarrels with my mother because of this, and finally decided to take me to practice immortality, and privately taught me the sword-controlling skills of Shushan without telling the sect."
Ling Yunpo was silent and suddenly felt a little strange.
He originally thought that Su Jian came to take care of her family's financial situation because he took a fancy to An Zhisu's monastic qualifications.
But from senior sister's description, it seems that Su Jian had some kind of close relationship with An Zhisu's mother, so he chose to accept her as a disciple?!
"Sister, I have a question." He said cautiously, "Is there a possibility that your father is not dead? He is just trying to win your mother's recognition, such as giving money to your family to help your mother vent her anger.
, and accept you as an apprentice?"
An Zhisu looked at him silently, then smiled after a while:
"Junior brother is talking nonsense again. Master, his surname is Su, and my surname is An, how can we be father and daughter?"
"Then what's your mother's name?" Ling Yunpo asked.
"My mother's name is An Susu." An Zhisu replied.
"So, you actually take your mother's surname." Ling Yunpo said immediately.
"What else?" An Zhisu looked at him with wide eyes, "My father died before I was born, so isn't it normal that I take my maiden name?"
"What I mean is." Ling Yunpo was confused by her logic, and finally came back to his senses, "Maybe your mother refused to forgive your father, so she gave you the same last name as her..."
"Junior brother." An Zhisu was silent again and said after a long time, "Stop guessing."
"If what you said is even possible, then Master should stay at home with my mother instead of only taking time out to visit every month."
"How could a man like this, who neglects his wife and daughter, indulges himself in the art of swordsmanship, and only occasionally comes back to visit me perfunctorily for a few days, be my father?"
Ling Yun was speechless.
From An Zhisu's slightly angry words, he already understood what his senior sister meant.
Su Jian can only be her master, not her father.
She resisted admitting this fact.
But this was Senior Sister An's housework after all, and he couldn't keep asking further, so Ling Yunpo decisively changed the subject and asked:
"Then what happened later, Master and your mother..."
"Later." An Zhisu paused for a moment and said, "My mother passed away."
"Dead?"
"Well, the normal life span has come to an end." An Zhisu said in a low voice, "Master accompanied me to bury my mother, and then took me back to Shushan to officially enter the profession."
"As a result, I was ambushed by the elders of the demon sect on the road. Master was seriously injured. He returned to the mountain to arrange my initiation, and then hurriedly closed the door to death."
Ling Yun was heartbroken and said that was the case.
In fact, with Su Jian's status as an elder of Yuanying, if An Zhisu was taken to Shushan early, he might be the second Shi Liuli - his father is the God of Killing in Shushan, who dares to mess with this young lady?
It's just that Senior Sister An's childhood life was very different from Miss Shi's.
He spent his childhood in the countryside and learned swordplay from Su Jian alone as an adult.
After cultivating to the Huafu level, her mother also passed away normally. Su Jian, who had no ties in the world, took her back to Shushan. However, she was ambushed again on the way, and after returning to the mountain, she was locked in a death trap...
It is simply a miserable life with endless tribulations!
Senior Sister An, I should give you this template of my unyielding character.
"Let's not talk about this anymore." An Zhisu suddenly smiled and said, and the depression on his face was gone. "Master will definitely be able to get out of seclusion smoothly, so we won't talk about the past."
"Today we should celebrate for my junior brother for winning the second place on the Immortal Sword Ranking."
She moved her hand as if by magic, and the Frostfall Sword turned into sword light and came out, carrying a dinner plate and a wine bottle.
Ling Yunpo was a little dumbfounded when he saw it: the wine and appetizers were all ready, senior sister came prepared!
An Zhisu picked up the flask, tilted his mouth, and poured the wine into the cup.
With amber color and xinlan aroma, it is Shushan's specialty spiritual wine "Yumei Chun", which is valuable.
There were eight red fruits on the plate, which were red and plump. They looked like small tomatoes, but had a fragrant aroma.
The frost sword was waved gently, and all the red fruits were split into two and turned into sixteen petals of equal size.
Ling Yunpo picked up a piece and ate it. He felt it was sweet in the mouth, and saliva was produced under his tongue, as if he had swallowed spiritual fluid, with endless aftertaste.
He had another drink, which was long-lasting but not intoxicating. It was just refreshing and refreshing, making his consciousness seem much clearer.
In his sight, Senior Sister An, who continued to pour wine for him with red sleeves, became more and more beautiful and charming, making it difficult for him to look away.
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