"I am!"

After the man in black finished speaking, he took off his face towel. He was an old man with all white hair, with a fairy-like look, but his skin was still rosy and his face looked old.

Qin Shaofu was shocked: It's really Li Yunqing...

He never expected that the person who secretly taught him his art in the middle of the night would be the sword immortal of the Shushan Sword Sect. For a moment, he didn't think there was no reason for this.

Li Yunqing seemed to see what he was thinking and whispered: "Your parents and I are old friends, and they secretly spread their skills. They are just inheriting the love of the past, so you don't need to think too much."

Parents... Qin Shaofu blurted out: "Do you know my father?"

His mother is Qin Yao, and everyone in the world is probably known, but there are not many people who know his father. I never thought that Li Yunqing would know about his father.

Li Yunqing sighed: "I know each other, but since the Qin family didn't tell you, I can't say it, I'm sorry..."

"Senior!" Qin Shaofu said anxiously: "This matter has nothing to do with the Qin family, this is myself..."

Li Yunqing shook his head and interrupted: "This is your family matter, I would rather not get involved. Since we are here for Zhang Qiyu today, we will only talk about Zhang Qiyu!"

After saying that, he put the Seven Star Long Yuan in his hand on the sword stand aside and asked, "Do you want me to tell me what Zhang Qiyu?"

Qin Shaofu shook his head: "No!"

"No?"

Li Yunqing seemed a little strange, then waved his hand, and his true energy flew out of the thatched cottage like a long dragon cloud. Then he saw a sword light flying over and landing on his hand. It was the Xuanyuan Sword that had just been inserted into the stone wall.

Holding the hilt of the sword in one hand and gently brushing the sword with the other hand, I heard a sound of swords, which was extremely pleasant, as if someone was talking about something.

Qin Shaofu came with Xuanyuan Sword in his arms. It was not that he had touched the sword body for so many days, but he had never had such a situation.

I sighed for a moment, it was not a bad thing that was the sword immortal, just like a name, the immortal in the sword, no matter what sword comes into his hands, it seems to have spirituality, can listen and speak.

After hearing this for a moment, Li Yunqing couldn't help but sigh: "Why do you have to? Why bother? Back then, I advised you to practice martial arts, and focus on the harmony of yin and yang, and the combination of hardness and softness. If you blindly pursue domineering, you will fall into inferiority, and it will be easy to break."

"If I had known this, I would have trapped you in the Sword Immortal Cliff. In time, I would have been able to achieve great success in the sword path. I would have been soft-hearted for a while and would have harmed your life. Why bother? Why bother!"

While sighing, he kept shaking his head, but he didn't know whether he was talking about himself or Zhang Qiyu.

Qin Shaofu stopped for a while, suddenly became curious and couldn't help asking: "Senior, what was the situation when Zhang Qiyu fought with you?"

Li Yunqing glanced at him: "Is that what you call your master?"

"I didn't really become a disciple, but he just had to take care of him a lot." Qin Shaofu said: "And with his personality, even if he had really given the tribute from master and apprenticeship, he wouldn't mind my name."

"That's true!"

Li Yunfei nodded and asked again: "Do you know about him in the past?"

"I know a little bit!" Qin Shaofu shook his head: "But I still want to hear what you said, senior."

Li Yunqing took out a piece of white silk, brushed it gently on the Xuanyuan Sword, and then sighed: "Zhang Qiyu and Shushan Sword Sect can only be said to be... a bad fate..."

Then talk slowly.

Zhang Qiyu is a commoner in a small country in Shu. He is a fishing village near the sea to the south, and is almost isolated from the world. It can be said that if it weren't for an accident, Zhang Qiyu might have been a fisherman who was like a person.

When he was born, his father caught seven big fish, so he named Zhang Qiyu. From childhood to adulthood, he was like an ordinary child, without any specialty.

When I was in my teens, an accident occurred. The war between the two countries affected the fishing villages.

That night, the war was raging, and no one died in the village, and only one Zhang Qiyu survived.

It was not because he was born by himself, but because a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect happened to pass by. With his long sword in his hand and extraordinary skills, he saved him inexplicably.

The man was named Chen Zekun, who was a disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect and a leader among his fellow disciples. He was once highly expected.

After that day, Zhang Qiyu became foolish. Every day, except for eating, he stared at Chen Zekun's sword like a fool. He didn't say anything, didn't laugh or cried. He was so tired that he would sleep for an hour or two, and then woke up to be a fool.

Chen Zekun found that as long as he drew out the long sword, the child's eyes would be brighter. Because he was worried that over time, he would have an irreparable root cause, so he took the initiative to teach him the sword technique.

All I teach is the ordinary sword technique of the Shushan Sword Sect, with only moves and no internal skills.

Zhang Qiyu didn't know about these things. It was like a long drought that had a rainy rain, and he practiced very seriously and hard. After several months, he finally returned to normal.

After Chen Zekun found a suitable place to settle him, he bought a sword and gave it to him before leaving.

From then on, Zhang Qiyu practiced those sword techniques tirelessly, and achieved perfection. Ordinary warriors were no match for him.

But in the end, if you don’t have internal strength, you can’t break through. Just a person who doesn’t have martial soul, no matter how strong he is, he can only bully ordinary people.

If it were others, they would naturally be discouraged, and they would almost give up on themselves like Qin Shaofu, who was the former one.

But Zhang Qiyu didn't. He was very satisfied. He felt that only he had a sword in his hand, nothing was a problem.

If there were no later events, he might have become an ordinary warrior, living in a new place for the rest of his life, dreaming of swordsman until he dies.

However, as if destined, he could not be ordinary: something happened to Chen Zekun.

As the most transcendent sect in Shu, the Shushan Sword Sect has a rule that it cannot interfere in political affairs and disputes in Shu countries. Only the elders and the head professor can reconcile as representatives.

Although Chen Zekun saved Zhang Qiyu, he violated the rules, especially since he had fewer soldiers on that day, there were both countries in conflict.

The kings of the two countries sent envoys to the Shushan Sword Sect to file a lawsuit, and the head teacher Zhang Yunting had to deal with Chen Zekun according to the rules of the sect.

If Chen Zekun admits his mistake, there will be no big trouble. At most, he will be in the Shushan Sword Sect forever... In fact, many disciples of Shushan Sword Sect live like this.

But Chen Zekun was dissatisfied. He believed that when war between the two countries, he should not kill innocent people indiscriminately. He was not wrong, that was his morality.

As a result, things got bigger and bigger. On the one hand, it was the sect rules of the sect and the rules that made Shu obey, and on the other hand, it was one's own principles and life morality.

In the conflict, Chen Zekun, who was willing to bend, chose to cut himself off in front of the mountain gate, and both masters and himself.
Chapter completed!