My Sword Has a Way

Chapter 6 I have a flying sword called Fuyao

The man in black looked at the stubborn boy in front of him and suddenly felt disgusted. He was just like the man fifteen years ago, stubborn and inflexible. This was why his pregnant sister ended up stranded here for him and eventually died.

What's more, he had seen too many people like this young man, some of whom were hypocritical and sought fame, while others were self-righteous and lived a mediocre life, without exception.

The man in black said coldly, "The day after tomorrow at the latest! If Meng Yao still refuses to go with me to the Qi family, then I will have no choice but to kill you to put her off. You can think of this as me threatening you. Anyone who hinders Meng Yao from returning to the Qi family shall die."

After hearing this, Xu Zhian nodded, said nothing more, and turned to walk down the mountain.

The man in black looked at the young man's lonely back with an expressionless face. This world is so cruel and so unreasonable.

However, at this moment, the black-clothed man's hair stood on end, as if there were thorns on his back. He turned around and looked behind him, only to see a drunken old Taoist lying on a ten-foot-long bluestone not far away. Although there was no spiritual power fluctuation on this person, Qi Wu knew very well that this person was by no means his match.

Looking at this extremely sloppy old Taoist priest, Qi Wu was full of doubts. How could such a big shot exist in this remote small country? He could come within three meters of him quietly without his noticing. Even in his place, not many people could do this.

Qi Wu bowed to the old Taoist and said, "I am Qi Wu from the Qi family of Yunhai Huancheng. May I know who you are?"

The old Taoist didn't answer the man's question, but shook the wine jug in his hand and said, "It's all gone so quickly, I'll have to steal more next time."

Then the old Taoist waved his finger, and a Qiankun bag flew from the black-clothed man's body to the old Taoist. The sloppy Taoist caught the Qiankun bag and poured it to the ground. Suddenly, colorful treasures appeared on the ground, even women's clothes.

Qi Wu's face became more and more ugly due to the rude behavior of the old Taoist. When he saw the women's clothes, Qi Wu, who was on the verge of rage, could no longer bear it. With a red face, he was about to fly his sword to kill.

The old Taoist just sighed slightly when he saw this, and the man in black stopped immediately. Everything in this world was silent, without any signs of life. The old Taoist in the distance had already disappeared, which made Qi Wu feel frightened and he swallowed his saliva.

This was the first time that the man in black felt the threat of death. His lips trembled as he said, "Please spare my life, Senior. I was so rude just now. Please forgive me this time for the sake of my ancestor."

I heard a surprised voice behind me: "Hey, this wine is good. Let me ask you, where did you get this wine?"

The man in black trembled slightly and just as he turned around, he saw the old man standing in front of him, looking at him.

Qi Wu did not dare to hide anything and said respectfully, "This is brewed by my family. It is called Shengxian Brew. It can prolong life for ordinary people and help practitioners to cultivate. If you like, you can come to my Qi family as a guest. I will do my best to be a good host."

The sloppy old Taoist snorted, "I won't go to the Qi family for now, but I'll accept these two pots of wine. And this woman's clothes are also nice. I didn't realize that you are such a sentimental person."

The man in black blushed: "Excuse me, senior."

After the sloppy old Taoist put away the two bottles of fine wine, he returned the Qiankun bag to the man in black and said, "Is that old fellow Qi Siyuan still alive?"

Hearing this, Qi Wu's face twitched slightly and said, "My ancestor is fine."

The sloppy old man said, "Oh? That old guy is not dead yet. There are not many old friends left. It seems that I should see more old friends when I have time. Otherwise, when I think of him one day, he may be gone forever."

Although the man in black felt that these words sounded a bit awkward, and even extremely disrespectful to his own ancestor, he did not dare to show the slightest bit of abnormality.

"Forgive me for the offense, but may I know your name, senior?" the man in black asked respectfully.

The sloppy Taoist sneered, "You are a dishonest young man. Do you still want your ancestor to teach me a lesson? To tell you the truth, even if your ancestor is here now, he dare not fart. Do you believe it or not?"

The man in black said awkwardly: "I don't dare, senior, you misunderstood."

The old Taoist continued, "Tsk, just as cowardly as that old guy. Also, you'd better not have any other ideas about that kid. To borrow your words, you can also regard this old man as a threat to you. If you kill him, then I, an old man, will have to clean up the mess for that old bastard Qi Siyuan."

The man in black immediately broke out in sweat and said respectfully, "I dare not."

The sloppy old Taoist ignored the middle-aged man, holding two pots of fine wine and muttering, "Everyone laughs at the fool's dream, but they don't know that their fate is already determined."

"I have a flying sword named Fuyao!"

Then the old Taoist disappeared, and the world returned to its original state.

When the man in black heard the chirping of insects, birds and the gentle breeze again, the clothes on his back had already been mostly soaked. It was like a dream, which made him feel scared after realizing it.

The man in black was repeating the Taoist's last words before he left: "I have a flying sword named Fuyao. Hiss... Could it be that Fuyao is leaving and I want to open the sky... Bah! That senior!"

Then the man in black looked somewhere and said, "It seems that boy is not simple."

The man in black didn't dare to think about it any further. If it was true, then he was really lucky. It seemed like he was lucky that he didn't attack the young man before.

The man in black used his spiritual power to shake his clothes slightly, and his clothes that were soaked through returned to normal. He bowed deeply to the place where the old Taoist had been just now, then turned around, summoned his flying sword, and disappeared on the spot.

Xu Zhian returned to his own yard and looked at his younger sister sleeping soundly. The young man felt really uncomfortable. But when Xu Zhian thought of what the man in black said, he felt that he was being a little selfish.

Just as Qi Wu said, if the younger sister followed him, she would only suffer and live a mediocre life. She should have had better choices and a better life, and she should not let herself become a burden to the younger sister. At this moment, the boy seemed to have made up his mind and smiled firmly.

Lying on the straw mat, feeling a little cold, the boy tried not to think too much about it. He just thought it was a dream and he would wake up soon.

Maybe it was because the boy was tired after chopping wood all day, or maybe it was because he was mentally relaxed and exhausted after killing someone, so Xu Zhian fell asleep quickly.

A ray of light appeared in the eastern sky and then quickly spread to the earth.

The young man got up and walked towards the bluestone well, carrying the wooden bucket as usual. He took out the wooden bucket filled with well water and looked at the thin figure in the bucket. He was slightly stunned. Then he asked himself in a low voice: "Xu Zhian, do you really want to chop firewood for the rest of your life like old man Feng said?"

The figure in the bucket did not answer the boy's question, and the boy suddenly felt a little confused. At this moment, the boy seemed to remember something and hurriedly touched his waist.