"Ah? What? The name of your holy sword is called 'Zhu Yuan'?" Pu Zixuan widened his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man in front of him. The more he looked, the more he felt that his facial features and eyebrows were somewhat similar to his master Zhu Shihua. He was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

No wonder when he was in the Fairy Sword Hall, he only saw the grandfather and grandson missing this "middle generation". When he was free, Pu Zixuan also talked to his master about his affairs of his juniors, but Zhu Shihua just told himself indifferently, "Son, you have other pursuits." So he didn't ask much.

The man named Zhu Yeba in front of him turned out to be Zhu Shihua's son. So, did he know that his father and the entire Fairy Sword Hall have perished in this year's "Come on the New Year" event? And did he know that his father accepted such an apprentice as himself?

When Pu Zixuan was in a state of confusion, Zhu Yeba felt that his reaction was a bit too much, but he just thought that the other party was shocked by the name of the Holy Sword, so he proudly explained: "Is there any problem with the name of 'Zhu Yuan'? We are descendants of the Zhu family. The name of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu, was originally taken from the word 'Zhu Yuan'. How about it, do you feel very domineering?"

Pu Zixuan sighed: "No, no, Mr. Zhu, the reason why I am surprised is because I am so familiar with this name."

Zhu Yeba said in a daze: "What? Do you know my father Zhu Shihua?"

"It's not just my understanding, I'm a temporary disciple he accepted! I know a little about your Zhu family's demon-controlling sword technique, but I'm not a good idea to practice swordsmanship, so I mainly asked my master for some methods to improve the power of purification. Fortunately, my master gave me advice and taught me the Heart Sutra of Juemai, which led to my experience of defeating some powerful enemies later."

Zhu Yeba said in surprise: "Oh, it turns out that you are the purifier and you have worshipped in my fairy sword hall, but today you meet me on the shore of this distant Poyang Lake. I am so lucky to know. How can you call this little brother?"

"I'm here to go to Pu Zixuan, this is my childhood friend Zhu Yuanliang, nicknamed 'Fatty'." Pu Zixuan finished introducing it, but he didn't know how to talk about the Fairy Sword Hall next.

Just as he was worried, Zhu Yeba asked with a smile: "My father, how are he doing?"

Pu Zixuan suddenly felt nervous. It seemed that Zhu Yeba was in a foreign land and had no idea that the bloody incident occurred in the heartbreak valley at the turn of spring and summer this year, so he asked this just now. However, if he answered truthfully in front of a group of people, it would definitely make the other party extremely sad. He thought that the other party might have not returned to Guangxi for many years. Even if he found the truth one day in the future, he would not need to dig the bottom of it. He even brought it into the "source of drought" that caused him, so he pretended to smile and said, "When a person is old, his legs and feet will definitely not be so convenient, but his mental state is not good. I have tried it with him, and my purifying power is no match for him."

"That's not? Dad is getting stronger." Zhu Yeba proudly said, and asked again, "By the way, how big is Dad's Zhu Yuan's howl now?"

Pu Zixuan quickly brought the topic to the weapon and said, "Or why Mr. Zhu show me your holy sword, I'm just comparing it."

"Yes, that's fine." Zhu Yeba said and walked back into a room.

Taking advantage of this gap, the three turtles also whispered to each other. Tabu pinched Pu Zixuan's right arm and sighed: "It turns out that Dandaozi and the Zhu family have this connection. Hehe, it seems that our fate is really great. God must have sent you to assist us in the attack on the turtles."

Pu Zixuan smiled and smiled in his heart. If you knew that I was still a descendant of Pu Songling, wouldn’t your eyes fall out in surprise?

After a while, Zhu Yeba had already come out with a sharp sword, and lit up in front of Pu Zixuan, and asked, "How about it compared to it?"

This sharp sword is indeed exactly the same as the shape of Zhu Yuan's howl in my impression, but it only laughs like an ordinary long sword. Then he smiles and gestures to Zhu Yeba: "The sword body of Zhu Yuan's howl I have seen is about five times more than it is, and it is full of killing aura. It can be said that demons are sad when they see demons, and ghosts are afraid when they see ghosts! Mr. Zhu's howl when he sees the world, I think it has been transformed many years ago, right?"

"Is that so? Has my father been practicing to such an extent since he has not seen him for more than 20 years?" Zhu Yeba looked into the distance and sighed, and then said to Pu Zixuan, "I really envy you. You can go to the Broken Heart Valley with your father and others to "stay up the New Year's Eve"..."

Pu Zixuan said in a daze: "Why did Mr. Zhu say this?"

"Oh, it's a long story." Zhu Yeba sighed, "The descendants of the Zhu family are lush and they can decide what kind of industry they are engaged in. However, Taizu must adhere to a rule that every generation must be the one who is most proficient in demon-controlling swordsmanship, to guard General Yuan's spirit in the sky, and repay him for saving Taizu's kindness until he dies. This is the supreme glory, but for individuals, it is a lifelong confinement."

"But, but the Ming Dynasty has... already..." Pu Zixuan hesitated, not knowing whether he should mention the words that made the Zhu family sad in front of Zhu Yeba.

"Haha, are you trying to say that the Ming Dynasty has perished?" Zhu Yeba disagreed and explained actively, "We are resident here for family traditions and have nothing to do with whether the Ming Dynasty exists. Just as from the next generation of Taizu, the names of each of our descendants must contain the five elements as radicals. My father's name contains the word "春" and is next to metal, and gold produces water. My name naturally has to have a water part."

"So that's it." Pu Zixuan suddenly realized, "Shui produces wood, so, are you Zhu Yafeng's father?"

"That's right, we are the only ones of the three generations." Zhu Yeba said again, "The family tradition is like this, and it has nothing to do with whether the Ming Dynasty exists. It is also because of this that after the Qing Dynasty entered the pass, I heard that some people who practiced martial arts in the Zhu family were stationed in this Laoye Temple and came to investigate to consider whether to ban it. Later, I found that this was indeed a family tradition, and people and animals were harmless. In order to show their false benevolence and righteousness, we allowed us to continue this tradition."

Pu Zixuan nodded and asked again: "So, how many years have you been stationed here?"

Zhu Yeba said: "This is exactly what I want to say. Not long after I gave birth to Zhu Yafeng in the 23rd year of Daoguang, the previous generation of Xianyinggong guardian died of illness. Among my generation, I have the most accomplished in demon-controlling sword techniques. After the competition, I won this honor. How many years have you been?"

Pu Zixuan took a deep breath and said, "Twenty-three Daoguang? That was 1843 AD. At that time, I was still in my mother's womb. So, Mr. Zhu has been stationed here for twenty-one years!"

"Yes, although I have won this honor, I was quite sad when I left. My father transformed into a pair of Zhu Yuan's howls and handed them to my hands to let me see the things and think of others." As he said that, Zhu Yeba glanced at Zhu Yuanliang and sighed, "Oh, it's a pity that they have accompanied me through the spring and autumn of 21 years, but they didn't expect that they were destroyed in this guy's hands last night." Zhu Yuanliang saw the spearhead pointing at him again, and a trace of anger arose in his calm heart, and said unhappily: "Hey, do you mean to blame me? Who told you to hurt our companions first? Besides, Zhu Yuan's howls, but a broken thing, can be broken when you pinch it, and will return the holy sword? I hehe."

Zhu Yeba originally wanted to follow the trend to ask the fat man about the magic of the mechanical wrist and cloak. He didn't expect the other party to speak rudely, and his face suddenly changed. He pointed at Zhu Yuanliang's nose and said, "Boy, I warn you that it's okay to scold me, but you are not allowed to insult my father's holy object!"

Zhu Yuanliang was already the number one big than Zhu Yeba. At this time, he immediately stood up straight, making himself look taller, and bulged his eyes and said tit-for-tat: "I just said that it was a broken sword? What do you think with your father? Is it related to me? If you don't agree? If you don't agree, come and compete with my Vajra Demon-Subduing Wrist!"

"Fist is talking, right? OK, just compare!" Zhu Yeba was not willing to be outdone, and immediately took a step back, shook the sword in his hand, and took it more steadily!

Seeing the two of them being tense, Pu Zixuan quickly stepped forward and pulled Zhu Yuanliang and said, "Oh, Fatty, this is your fault. My father is my master at all. You just want to say less for my brother."

The three turtle tribes were closer to Zhu Yeba, so Tabu naturally persuaded Zhu Yeba: "Oh, Mr. Zhu, my companion was hurt by you, and now I am missing again. I am just filled with anger in my heart. You can understand it too."

Zhu Yeba said with a brow, "Hmph, I'm rare to care about this kind of boy who has a father but no father. If it were my son, I'll see if I don't open his butt!"

Seeing that the other party was giving in but actually humiliating tone, Zhu Yuanliang felt even more angry and immediately responded: "Haha, do you think you have a father? I tell you, your father and your son..."

Seeing Zhu Yuanliang almost let out a word, Pu Zixuan quickly reached out to cover his mouth and shouted loudly: "Fatty! You're enough!"

Zhu Yeba felt that the attitudes of the two were really strange, and immediately asked: "What's wrong with my father and Feng'er? Pu Zixuan, let him tell me!"

Seeing that Zhu Yeba was reluctant to give in, Pu Zixuan had to wink at Zhu Yuanliang with a pleading expression.

Zhu Yeba continued to shout, "Let him say it!"

Pu Zixuan let go of Zhu Yuanliang's mouth helplessly, closed his eyes, and was ready to bear all the consequences.

Fortunately, Zhu Yuanliang suppressed his anger in time, turned his head and said, "They are not as rich as before."

Zhu Yeba then relaxed and sneered: "The business of eliminating monsters has ups and downs. What's the big deal? It's good if people are fine."

Pu Zixuan patted Zhu Yuanliang on the shoulder to express his gratitude, and then stepped forward to mediate: "Mr. Zhu, my brother is a little anxious. Don't bother with him. I won't mention it in the past. What are you going to do about this sword?"

Zhu Yeba said: "What else can I do? I will ask my father to do something and send it to me. I will compile a book and send it to Guangxi."

Pu Zixuan felt nervous again, but Zhu Yeba's reason was reasonable and he was really unable to refute it. After another calculation, the token of the letter would take at least one month to go back and forth between Jiangxi and Guangxi. By then, the group would definitely have left Jiangxi, so there would be no need to deal with Zhu Yeba anymore, so he nodded slightly to agree.
Chapter completed!