Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

The latest website: In the pavilion by the Qingquan Stream, An Zhisu lowered his eyes and stared at the gurgling water, and whispered about his family life:

"I was born in a mountain village in Guangling County, Yangzhou."

"My mother was a widow in the village, and my father died before I was born, so life was difficult."

"However, since I was conscious, Master often came to my house to visit my mother and me."

"Every time he comes, he will bring some money to help, so that our lives will not be too tight."

Ling Yunpo listened with great interest, and realized that Su Jian was not a murderer who was obsessed with kendo - he also possessed 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 our mother and daughter'."

"But Master will always find a way to plug in the money, so that the mother has no way to refuse it."

"Sometimes he obviously took it away, and in a blink of an eye, the money reappeared on the stove, next to the pillow, or in the pile of clothes."

"When the mother sees the money left behind, she will sigh helplessly."

Ling Yun Po agreed and sighed:

"Oh, it's not easy for senior sister to be at home."

"Actually, it's not just poverty." An Zhisu said melancholy, "If a widow doesn't have her parents' family and husband in the village, she will be talked about and even bullied by people."

"Sometimes, the unemployed gangsters in the village would collectively run outside my house, say some unspeakable foul language, and laugh wildly."

"My mother held me tightly in her arms and didn't let me listen to those dirty words."

"It's really hateful!" Ling Yunpo immediately gave an angry look, and said with righteous indignation, "If I were there at the time, no matter how many they were, I would pick up the hatchet and rush out to kill all the trash that bullied orphans and widows! "

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"Junior Brother, your personality is exactly the same as Master." An Zhisu laughed. "When Master learned about this, he immediately went out with his sword, visited house to house, and killed all those gangsters one by one."

"Happy!" Ling Yun sighed in admiration, but complained in his heart: Recall the foreword, this Su Jian is still a murderer.

"It's just that since that time, there has been a gap between mother and master." An Zhisu continued to recall, "Everyone in the village avoided our house, and even made a detour when they met on the road."

"My mother is very sad, not because of the loss of prestige in the village, but because I feel that Master regards ordinary people as pigs and dogs, and sooner or later will become alienated from us."

"Master and my mother quarreled a few times because of this, and finally decided to take me to cultivate immortals and teach me the Shushan Swordsmanship in private without the knowledge of the sect."

Ling Yunpo was silent, suddenly feeling a little strange.

He originally thought that it was Su Jian who took a fancy to An Zhisu's aptitude for Taoism and came to take care of her family's financial situation.

But according to Senior Sister's description, it seems that Su Jian has some kind of close relationship with An Zhisu's mother, so he chose to accept her as his disciple? !

"Senior sister, I have a question." He said cautiously, "Is there such a possibility, maybe your father is not dead, he is just trying to win your mother's recognition, such as giving your family money to help your mother vent his anger , and accepting you as an apprentice?"

An Zhisu looked at him silently, and 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 follow your mother's surname." Ling Yunpo said immediately.

"Otherwise?" An Zhisu looked at him with wide eyes, "My father died before I was born, so isn't it normal for me and my maiden name?"

"I mean." Ling Yunpo was detoured by her logic, and finally came back to his senses, "It may be that your mother refused to forgive your father, so you and her surname..."

"Junior Brother." An Zhisu was silent again, before saying, "Don't guess."

"If what you said is so possible, then Master should stay at home to accompany my mother, instead of visiting every month."

"Ignoring my wife and daughter, I am obsessed with swordsmanship, and occasionally return to visit for a few days in a perfunctory manner. How could such a person be my father?"

Ling Yunpo was speechless.

From An Zhisu's slightly angry words, he already understood what Senior Sister meant.

Su Jian can only be her master, not worthy of being her father.

She was resisting admitting that fact.

It's just that this is Senior Sister An's housework after all, and it's not easy for him to ask any 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 lifespan is coming to an end." An Zhisu whispered, "Master accompany me to bury my mother, and then take me back to Shushan to officially start."

"As a result, I was ambushed by the elders of the demon sect on the road. Master was seriously injured. After returning to the mountain to arrange my entry, he hurriedly closed the deadlock."

Ling Yun broke his heart and said that it was so.

In fact, with Su Jian's status as the Nascent Soul Elder, if An Zhisu was taken to Shushan early, maybe it would be the second Shiliuli - his father is the killing **** of Shushan, who would dare to provoke this eldest lady?

It's just that Senior Sister An's childhood life was too far from Miss Shi.

He spent his childhood in the countryside, and when he became an adult, he learned swordsmanship from Su Jian alone.

After repairing to the Huafu level, her mother also passed away normally. Su Jian, who had lost her bonds in the world, took her back to Shushan, but she was ambushed on the way, and she closed the deadlock after returning to the mountain...

It's a tragic fate, endless trials and tribulations!

Sister An, my unyielding template should be given to you.

"Stop talking about this." An Zhisu suddenly smiled and said with a sullen look on his face, "Master will definitely be able to get out of the customs smoothly, we won't mention the past."

"Today, it's right to congratulate Junior Brother for winning the second seat on the Immortal Sword Ranking."

She moved her hand like a conjuration, and the Frostfall Sword turned into a sword light and came out with a plate and a wine jug rolled up.

Seeing Ling Yunpo was a little silly: the wine and snacks are all ready~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Senior Sister, she came prepared!

An Zhisu took up the jug, tilted the slender mouth, and poured the wine into the glass.

Amber color and fragrance of Xinlan, it is a special spirit wine of Shushan, "Yumei Chun", which is of great value.

There are eight vermilion fruits on the plate, which are rosy and full, and look like small tomatoes, but they are fragrant.

The Frost Falling Sword swiped gently, and all the vermilion fruits were divided into two, turning into sixteen petals of equal size.

Ling Yunpo squeezed a piece and ate it, only to feel that the mouth was sweet and saliva was produced under his tongue, as if swallowing a spiritual liquid, and the aftertaste was endless.

Another drink, the wine is long-lasting, but not intoxicating, just hearty and refreshing, making his consciousness seem to be much clearer.

In his line of sight, Senior Sister An, who continued to pour wine for him with red sleeves, became more and more mellow and lovely, making it difficult for him to look away.

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