Chapter 105: Boyhood

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Actually, Jiang An'an is very willing to listen to her brother's reasoning. As long as her brother is a little bit serious, she will listen carefully.

Because in this world, no one is more important than my brother, and no one is more right than my brother.

Of course, her "obedience" when it comes to homework is a bit... convoluted.

“Brother, rest assured, I won’t kill people indiscriminately.” Jiang An'an held the sword box, her right hand with three fingers pointing to the sky: “I, Jiang An’an, swear—”

Jiang Wang slapped her hand down, silencing her oath: "Don't make oaths lightly either."

He also added: "If someone threatens you, don't be soft."

This is a test.

Jiang An'an blinked: "So, is it soft hands or not"

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The shopkeeper White promptly relayed the message: "In essence, you mustn't bully others because of your strength, but if anyone tries to harm you, use this sword to kill them."

“What does ‘kill through’ mean” Jiang An’an asked curiously.

Bai Yu Xia smiled and said, "To kill to the point of dispersing back to the source sea, there is no possibility of rebirth."

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"How can I do that" Jiang An'an's big eyes were filled with a thirst for knowledge.

White Jade Xu was very enthusiastic: "There are many methods like this. Come, let me tell you, first of all, you need to know the human's vital points—"

“Cough!” Jiang Wang lightly coughed, interrupting the impromptu lesson. “That is… An’an, your Uncle Ye wrote another letter again, asking you to return to Lingxiao Pavilion early. He said he wants to pass on some important righteous laws to you…”

"Jiǔxiāo pǔ huà tiān léi zhèng fǎ"

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"Hey, that's the name!"

"Let's play for two more days, shall we" Jiang An'an said nonchalantly. "Just say I'm sick."

“Alright!” Jiang Wang readily agreed: “Brother, you’re really reluctant to let me go. There’s a collection of famous calligraphers’ works from the Chu Kingdom on its way, but I don’t know if it will arrive in time… You can play for three more days, I guarantee the timing.”

“Dumb Gray!” Jiang An’an turned her head and shouted, “Pack your things, bring your food bowl, let’s get out of here!”

With a foolish yelp, Gray dashed away.

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Jiang Wang frowned: "Chu Yao, stop shaking, I'm getting dizzy from you."

Chu Yao, who had just been squeezed back, stopped her figure and smiled slyly.

“Here you go,” Jiang Wang casually threw a long, rectangular old cloth bag. “This is your sword.”

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"Thank you, Master!" Chu Yao sprang to his feet, nimbly catching the sword bag and holding it carefully in his hands. He examined the weave of the fabric closely: "Master, this sword bag is so unique, it must be worth a fortune, right"

Jiang Wang waved his hand: "Your Master Lian Que wiped the furnace cloth and casually wrapped it for you. Make do with it, it's pretty well-wrapped."

Chu Yao was an optimist: "Master, I understand. An unparalleled sword can conceal its sharpness without a sheath. You two wrapped it in this piece of cloth, so you want to teach me the lesson of humility and keeping a low profile!"

“Well, I didn’t think about it that much.” Jiang Wang scratched his head. “Because this sword is also made of scrap materials, so using scrap materials to wrap it... It makes sense, right”

"Hahaha!" Chu Yao laughed three times: "Master, you can't fool me."

"I, Chu Yao, am also bestowed with a renowned sword today!" He tore the ragged cloth: "Come out, the third most famous sword in the world!"

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In his hand lay a dull, unassuming sword. Perhaps “sword” was too generous a term. It resembled more a thick iron rod, its hilt rough and uneven, lacking any semblance of order, like a piece of iron that had barely been forged.

Chu Yao was silent for a moment.

This look... this is more like a sword forged by Master Lian Que! This appearance finally matches up!

I, Wei, asked with interest, "Why did you just say it's the third best sword in the world"

Chu Yao said listlessly: “First, there’s the longing for one another, second, the breathtaking encounter in the snow, third…”

His dejection came quickly and left even faster, a moment later he was filled with fighting spirit again: "A gentleman is defined by his virtue, not his possessions. Third place is mine, Chu Yao's sword!"

"Oh Is that so" Bai Zhanggui looked at him kindly, seemingly casually revealing the comet-tail sword at his waist.

Chu Yao's momentum weakened: "How about fourth place"

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Lian Yuchuan coughed.

Chu Yao cried, "Fifth is fine."

Jiang Wang nodded with satisfaction: "Throughout history, no one has been renowned for owning a sword. Only famous swords, because of their masters, have become legendary. Chu Yao, don't you plan to draw your fifth-ranked sword in the world and see its sharpness"

Chu Yao instantly regained his spirits, knowing there was still a surprise. What a mischievous master!

He grasped the scabbard in one hand and the hilt in the other, mimicking his master's graceful draw of a line of sword energy. With a clang, he drew it.

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A broken iron bar.

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The blade was unseen, the back of the sword was rugged, the grooves were nowhere to be found, and the tip wasn't sharp at all.

A scabbard as rigid as iron houses a blade as straight as iron. This makes perfect sense.

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"Master..."

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Chu Yao looked at her revered master, and finally there was a hint of confusion in her eyes.

Jiang Wang smiled, watching his expression change. She also smiled and raised her sword finger, gently resting it on the broken iron bar. "Watch carefully—"

The sword tip skimmed the edge of the iron bar.

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Just like lighting an oil lamp in a dark room.

In a flash, the sword light pierced the sky!

Chu Yao almost closed his eyes, but forced them open. The blinding sword glow pierced him, making him shed tears.

He shouted: "A masterpiece sword! My Chu Yao's sword!"

Jiang Wang's sword finger slowly moved back, and the sword glow gradually dimmed with it, like a river of stars, fading into the night.

The sword has once again become unremarkable.

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Jiang Wang curved her finger and gently wiped away Chu Yao's tears that were pricked out by the sword glow: "You are too strong. Remember in the future, even the most powerful swords are usually sheathed. People are the same, the path is long, there is no need to be forceful about everything."

Chu Yao held her sword in her arms and respectfully bowed: "My disciple remembers."

Then he immediately grinned brightly: "Master, what is the name of this sword The markings on the blade are mysterious and complex and jumbled. I really can't tell if there are any inscriptions."

“Its name is hidden within the blade, waiting for your pupil technique to be perfected before you can see it.” Jiang Wang said: “There are many people in this world, just like this sword, who begin humbly and appear unremarkable. They are not illustrious, noble, or worthy of being placed in a treasure box; they are not favored by others... But they are able to hone themselves into an unparalleled sharpness.”

"A towering tree originates from a tiny seedling. A perilous mountain peak is built upon small soil particles. It's said that a true man should not be underestimated in his youth! Chu Yao, you young fellow, are someone with limitless potential. Even your master doesn't dare to underestimate you."

This sword's name is "Boyhood".

"When I was young..." Chu Yao murmured the name of his sword, and said earnestly: "Just like Master picked me up from the kiln, those bricks and tiles although gray and unsightly, can be used to build beautiful houses. My disciple is just that piece of gray tile, but one day it will be part of a tall building!"

At fifteen, he had developed a certain air of youthful exuberance. His fame spread throughout Xingyue, and under the tutelage of renowned masters in Baiyujing, he was now at the prime of his youth.

“The story of a boy growing into a hero is certainly inspiring, and the journey from the foot of the mountain to its peak is also a beautiful aspect of life. But Master wants you to remember,” Jiang Wang pressed his shoulder, “You must always remember the spring of your youth, when grass grew lush and birds sang sweetly, remember who you were as a young man. A man’s true honor comes from guarding the beautiful things in life.”

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Chu Yao nodded vigorously: "Master, I won't forget! Disciple will definitely reach the pinnacle, earn a lot of money, and take good care of Bai Yu Jing Wine Shop. I will also show you the utmost filial piety!"

Jiang Wang raised his hand and slapped him: "Have you gone blind for money!"

Chu Yao shrank his neck. But the slap, raised high, was only gently lowered, landing him a tap on the head: "Go, finish your homework for today."

"Alright!" Chu Yao hugged her sword like a precious treasure and happily went away.

"Brother!" Jiang An'an poked her head out from upstairs at this time: "Are you really going to return to Yun Guo now Aren't you staying for two more days You're still doing well with your calligraphy practice!"

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“I would love to,” Jiang Wang smiled. “But I’m afraid Ye Sect Leader would beat me up. He’s getting older and frail, I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

"Humph." Jiang An'an wrinkled her nose: "You still want to fight him on New Year's Eve! You're not afraid of him at all."

"You got it wrong! Although he has a bad temper, is rude and narrow-minded... how could I possibly hold a grudge against him" Jiang Wang smiled. "We're practicing martial arts, not fighting – besides, you are Ling Xiao Pavilion's true disciple, your studies should still revolve around him."

And Jiang An'an said, "Is there anything you want to say to Qing Yu"

Jiang Wang smiled brightly: "We'll write letters."

Jiang An'an hummed again and obediently packed up her belongings.

Ginger went back to Lingxiao Pavilion, sent off by Baiyu Xia.

I don't know how, but as soon as the little girl left, the tavern became very empty.

Ginger looked back alone as she walked back to the rooftop meditation room. To her surprise, Zhu Wei followed behind her with a stoic expression.

"Good morning, Senior Brother. Is there something" Jiang Wang asked with a smile.

"Is there anything wrong" Zhu Wei asked.

"Yes!" said Jiang Wang.

Zhu Wei lowered his right hand, a spark exploding in his palm. He drew out the blazing spear behind him and said: “As before—do you want to borrow my flaming spear”

Jiang Wang smiled: "Nonsense! I'm going into seclusion, what do you want to do with your borrowed gun"

"With just a slight raise of his sword eyebrows, Wei manifested a menacing aura and declared to his brother, 'Though you may surpass me now, Senior Brother is but a step away from attaining true enlightenment. He's far from useless.'"

“Who dares say you are useless!” Jiang Wang laughed and cried, “Senior brother, you were the person I most admired when I was in Zhuang Guo! How come you suddenly said this today Since the distance to the True Cave is only one step away, then try your best, cross this step as soon as possible, and then advance on the Dao early, welcome back Senior sister-in-law early, so that she won’t have to wait.”

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> "Where did you go this time What happened" Wei looked at him.

“Big brother, why do you look like you’re judging me” Jiang Wang looked rather helpless: “Nothing happened, I just wandered around a bit. I went to Qi State, Chu State, the grasslands, Mount Sumeru, Hanging Temple… oh, and also Mount Taihu. Are you interested”

I asked her again, "Why did you suddenly send AnAn away"

“So you were reluctant to let An’an go! I told you something was up.” Jiang Wang sighed: “I don’t want to either, Ye Zhuzhu even took out the transmission method. What can I do Can I delay An’an’s studies She is a true disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion, isn't she Let’s talk about something else. What’s going on with the Mo family recently Have you been paying attention”

"When you talk about your business, don't always bring mine into it," Wei said seriously.

“…that's it.” Jiang Wang shrugged: “If they don't want to care, then let them be. But speaking of which, that old-fashioned Lu Maoguan, the True Master of Lu Zhen, I later looked into him, he's actually a very honest person and quite reliable. The one who wanted to take my sister-in-law away wasn't from his faction…wouldn't it be good to talk about it”

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I didn't respond to him, my gaze falling on a corner of the wall: "How did this rattan box get here"

"You should have joined the Criminal Investigation Division instead. Why did you end up in the military" Jiang Wang complained, "And why did you rummage through my room"

I stared at him. "Explain yourself."

"Oh well!" Jiang Wang waved her hand nonchalantly. "It's just a monk's robe from an old master, sewn by the young novice for him as a gift. I'll keep it here for now and give it back to him next time I see him."

"Is that so" Zhu Wei looked doubtful.

“Is it necessary for me to coax you over such a small matter” Jiang Wang was getting impatient: “If you don’t believe me, just ask the little monk Xiao Sheng himself.”

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Even Little Monk Jingli came out. Jingli never lies.

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I, too, walked away without a word.

That was very rude.

"Hey! You!" Jiang Wang pointed, but ultimately didn't say anything.

When I suddenly turned back, Brother Jiang lowered his raised finger and smiled, “Walk slowly, watch your step.”

Knock knock.

Only I walked down the stairs.

But then there was a more urgent clatter of footsteps. Lian Yuchuan, like a meteor chasing the moon, leaped over Zhu Wei and rushed into the quiet room, afraid that Jiang Wang would keep her out.

After stepping into the room, I first peered around cautiously, looking openly back and forth within the space.

"Hey hey hey, what are you looking at" Jiang Wang stopped her with a sigh.

“Host! Why haven't I been graced with your presence yet” Lian Yumei retracted her gaze and questioned him confidently.

At first, it was you, Jiang Dongjia, who personally said that you had high hopes for me as the first to descend. How is it now Lin Xian and Bai Yu Xia have both descended for several years! I'm still separated by heaven and earth, after so many years!

Jiang Wang was equally righteous and bold: "Why haven't you manifested You shouldn't ask me, you should ask yourself. Have you been diligently cultivating over the years"

"Haven't you seen how hard I've been working" Lian Yuchan looked at him with disbelief. "These past years, I've trained during the three coldest days of winter and the three hottest days of summer. Not a single day have I slacked off."

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"Is that so" Jiang Wang asked, "Then how do you still have time to question me Shouldn't you be cultivating right now"

Lian Yuchun was stumped.

Jiang Wang raised his hand: "Go, close the door. I'm going to meditate. If you don't work hard, don't distract me while I do."

Lian Yushan silently brought the door up, but then pushed it open again, emphasizing, "Master, I haven't descended yet, you have to be responsible. Don't suddenly disappear one day."

"I said, why are you all acting so strange today" Jiang Wang was very impatient. "I haven't transcended yet, who's responsible You're serving dishes in the shop, I pay you wages, that's being responsible. Get back to work quickly, don't make me deduct your pay."

Lian Yuchun closed the door.

Jiang Wang's expression vanished in an instant, like the ripples on a pond that had just been disturbed, smoothed over by a wave of loneliness.

He stared at the door for a while, then turned around. Slowly, slowly, he walked to the corner of the wall and sat down in front of the faded little rattan box, his movements languid.

He hid all his emotions in the corners of the walls, his voice swallowed by his stomach.

"I'm sorry, old monk. This last thing. I can't listen to it either."

(The End) seemed tired, turning to sit on the first chair. Facing the coffin, she lightly raised her left hand and brushed outward: "Let those who need to leave go. This palace will stay here to accompany Wúqì...