Sword Roaring in the Sky

Chapter 4: Demon Sword (asking for monthly ticket)
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Sun Yanwan's body was only eleven or twelve years old, and his strength was quite limited. He barely lifted the boy to his feet, feeling the weight on his shoulders. He grimaced under the pressure, but could only force himself to hold on. Passing by the body of the slain Hu, he felt a slight regret that he couldn't spare a hand to search the body, but then his eyes shifted and he saw the Hu's longsword. The blade was ornate, and the ebony sheath was inlaid with gold and silver threads. He thought to himself, "This sword must be very valuable." He reached out and picked it up in his hand.

Sun Yanwan turned around and saw the strange smile on the boy's face. She couldn't help but cover it up and said, "I'll carry a weapon for Master, so we can use it if we encounter an enemy."

The young man said leisurely, "I don't need a sword."

Sun Yanwan chuckled and didn't pick up another knife. He had just cooperated with the young man to launch a sneak attack on the big man named Hu. They would definitely be regarded as a gang. Those people would definitely kill him when they came back. How could he dare to waste time?

He reluctantly helped the young man out of the inn, selected two horses, tied the reins together, and rode on the same horse with the young man. He squeezed his legs together, and the two strong horses neighed and headed south.

The young man was a little surprised to see that Sun Yanwan actually knew how to control a horse, but he had other plans in mind and did not ask Sun Yanwan how he learned to ride a horse.

In fact, if he asked, Sun Yanwan really didn't know how to answer. Should she tell this boy that she had spent thousands of yuan on riding lessons for two weeks in order to pursue a female equestrian coach? However, the money was not worth it. After only having dinner with the female coach once, she was given the "nice guy card" and never went to the equestrian training center again.

After walking a few hundred meters, Sun Yanwan remembered the silver and money he had hidden in the snow pile under the tree. He couldn't help but look back, but he didn't dare to go back to get it. Although he was a teenager, his mind was not. He knew deeply that if he was greedy for the money at this time, it would delay his escape and it would be more trouble than gain.

The two men traveled through the night without encountering any trouble. At daybreak, the young man developed a fever and fainted. Sun Yanwan was terrified, but luckily, he soon saw a village. He rode his horse in, knocked on the door of a random house, and said, with the air of a seasoned veteran, "My companion is ill, and I'd like to borrow your house to stay for a few days."

Sun Yanwan had no money on him, so he took out a piece of silver from the boy's arms and threw it to the old man who came out to open the door.

The old man had a kind face. He saw that although the two men were young, they were carrying swords and were covered in blood. How could they be sick? It must be a feud between the martial arts world, and someone was injured. He was a little flustered and was about to refuse, but when he took the silver that Sun Yanwan threw to him, he couldn't help but hesitate for a moment. In the end, he didn't want to part with Shancai and said, "As long as you don't mind my humble home, you can rest assured to stay here."

Sun Yanwan had no experience in the martial arts world, but he had experience traveling. He immediately broke into the old man's house, occupied the best room, put the boy down, and said to the old man, "Old man, do you know if there is a medicine store in this town?"

The old man was about to answer when he heard the young man on the bed whisper, "I have medicine on me!"

Sun Yanwan felt relieved when he saw his "master" had woken up. He said to the old man, "Please help us prepare some food. Hot soup would be best."

The old man had been quite frightened after taking the two men in, but now that he could leave them alone for a while, he felt a little relieved and replied, "I'll go get it ready right away."

Seeing Sun Yanwan's skillful response, the young man looked at him with admiration again and said, "Help me get some clean water."

As expected, Sun Yanwan went out to get a bowl of water.

The young man took the water, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, poured out a pill, swallowed it with the water, and sat cross-legged.

Sun Yanwan breathed a sigh of relief and thought to himself, "Master can still use his energy to heal his wounds, so he shouldn't be dead, right?"

"I'm lucky to be able to rely on such a big brother after traveling through time."

"Hold the legs first, don't pick randomly, or you'll end up with no thighs to hold."

He had been traveling all night and was very sleepy. There was no other bed in the room, so he sat down on a chair and fell asleep on the table. The young man meditated for two hours, vomiting two mouthfuls of black blood. Seeing Sun Yanwan sleeping soundly, he couldn't help but smile. He got off the bed, reached out, and pushed him awake, saying, "You don't even know how to protect your master! Wouldn't it be disastrous if the enemy arrived?"

Sun Yanwan rubbed his eyes. Although he had slept for two hours, he was still a little sleepy. He replied, "I am weak and can't even resist the enemy. Master is recovering from his injuries. Even if I was reminded, I can't move. The fate will be the same."

The young man shook his head, ignoring his twisted logic, and asked, "Do you know what the master's name is?"

Sun Yanwan shook his head and said, "Disciple, I don't know."

He is a time traveler and is almost unfamiliar with this world.

Even if he was from this world, he was just a native waiter in a big store in the north. He was narrow-minded, so how could he know these famous figures in the world?

The young man saw the bewildered look on his disciple's face, but he didn't take it seriously. He smiled slightly and said, "My surname is Miao, and my given name is Youxiu! The man I killed today is named Hu, and his given name is Fengwei. He's nicknamed the Demon-Slaying Sword by the people of Jianghu!"

"The Miao and Hu families are sworn enemies. My father and grandfather both died at the hands of the Hu family. He deserved his death at my hands today."

Sun Yanwan said, "Master is right."

He didn't care about his master's grudges and love affairs, he just wanted to gain some skills so that he could live a better life in this world.

Sun Yanwan suddenly remembered something, pushed the door open, and looked around, only to find that the old man who opened the door was nowhere to be seen. She hurried back and said, "The old man who took us in said he would prepare tea, food, and hot soup, but now he has disappeared without a trace. I'm afraid we can't live here anymore. If Master can still hold on, let's leave quickly."

Miao Youxiu nodded slightly and said, "You are quite careful."

Although he was still a little weak, he thought he could barely make it on his way. He took Sun Yanwan out of the room, but found that one of the two horses was missing. Knowing that there was indeed something wrong with the old man, the master and disciple did not delay and got on the only remaining horse and rode away.

The two masters and apprentices rode for half a day and arrived at the next town, where they found a big inn to stay.

Sun Yanwan was born as a waiter. Although he had only worked there for a few days, he was very considerate. He first ordered food, then went to the street to buy two sets of ready-made clothes, and asked the store to provide hot water for washing. He served his new master very well.

Miao Youxiu said nothing. After eating, he called Sun Yanwan into his room and asked him about his life experience. After confirming his family's innocence, he said, "My martial arts are inherited from my family. It is not convenient to pass them on to outsiders!"

Seeing the disappointment on Sun Yanwan's face, he couldn't help but smile and said, "However, since you have become my disciple and have served and cared for me all the way, I will teach you one or two martial arts from other schools after I recover. That will be enough for you to travel the world."

Sun Yanwan really didn't care which martial arts school he was learning. He needed to first determine whether it existed or not before he could consider choosing between good and bad. He said sincerely, "Master, it is a great favor that you are willing to teach me martial arts. How dare I be picky?"

　Recommend a very good classical fairy tale novel "The Immortal Son-in-law"

(End of this chapter)