Speaking of this, my father-in-law's eyes were already red.

He wiped his eyes, raised his head, looked at the folded iron and asked:

"I ask you, young man, can your master seek the path of immortality? Can you make a name for yourself?"

"this..."

Ji Tie was asked a little silently after this.

He touched the master's ashes at his waist and gritted his teeth and said:

"Master is seeking a fate with immortality, and he is a true immortal family. He is rampant in the world with martial arts skills, but he just ignores the world and is dedicated to the Tao. Only then can he not hear from the world."

"real?"

The old man looked at the broken iron suspiciously. The latter thought for a while and took out Juque behind him. He pressed him on the ground with a bang, which made the ground shaking.

He said to his father-in-law:

"This sword was left by my master. My father-in-law can give it a try. If it weren't for martial arts, how could he play this heavy thing?"

The old man stepped forward and reached out and grabbed Juque.

Sure enough, it was like a huge rock with a hundred kilograms, and it didn't move at all.

The old man believed it three times and called out that he had two sons from home. The two strong men used their strength to lift Juque up.

It's hard to lift it up, let alone swing a heavy sword against the enemy.

Xiao Tie held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and lightly danced Juque and returned to the sheath.

This scene made the villagers around him exclaim loudly and made the father-in-law feel no doubts. It seemed that his Ergou brothers back then really became a big deal.

This made him feel relieved and the knot in his heart for many years was relieved.

"Young man, old man, I heard that in recent years, there has been a sword king in Quanzhou. I heard that he is also a master of the martial arts world and is very famous.

The merchants and peddlers from this village will also talk about the story of Daxia Liu, which is very majestic."

The father-in-law smoked a cigarette and asked softly:

"My Ergou brother, can my martial arts compare to that sword master?"

Xiao Tie looked at the carriage outside the village. He bragged to his master in a rough voice:

"That Sword Lord is indeed the top master of the younger generation, but my father-in-law, he is in the hands of my master, and I'm afraid he can't even get through twenty moves!"

Ahem.

Xiao Tie, a simple boy, thought he was bragging and felt a little embarrassed.

After all, he had never seen his master take full advantage.

But if Shen Qiu was here, he would tell him that if he really wanted to fight for his life, Liu Zhuoran would probably not be able to stop him from facing the Zhejishan in his prime.

Shen Qiu is the one who has the most say in Jianyu Fantasy Dream every day.

Even his father Qiu Buping, holding a hundred birds and phoenix gun, probably could only have a draw with Zheqianshan.

"Ah, it seems that my Ergou brothers have accomplished something big! Let me ask you again, young man, are Ergou brothers still alive?"

The father-in-law asked again, his eyes full of anticipation.

Xiao Tie sighed, took off the wine bag in his waist, handed it to his father-in-law with both hands, and said:

"Master, I've gone, I went three years ago, in Liaodong.

Although he didn't say it, I remember clearly that a few days before he went, he had been watching the tides in the south. I think that Master also wanted to return to his roots.

When he left, there was no immortality in his heart, nor any worldly affairs.

What I thought in my heart was that I wanted to have some fun with my brothers back then.”

Xiao Tie pursed his lips and said:

"My master has never married in his life, and I am afraid that he is also thinking about his childhood sweetheart. My father-in-law's sister is still alive?"

"well..."

The old man touched tears again and held the ashes of his childhood brother tightly in his hand.

He said:

"I left too, earlier than Ergou.

He fell ill in his twenties and passed away. Before his death, he was confused and thought of Ergou, saying that he would wait for Ergou to marry her in a glorious manner."

When Xiao Tie heard this, his heart ached and tears in his eyes could not stop falling.

After a few breaths, the father-in-law grabbed the cane in his hand, lit a point on the ground, and said to his two sons in a thick voice:

"Today, my Ergou brothers traveled thousands of miles away to recognize their ancestors and return to their hometowns, which is a great joy for me!

Go, summon the village clan elders, open the ancestral hall, and bring me, the Ergou, who has made a name for himself. No, my brother moving mountains will welcome you into the ancestral land!"

The two sons left immediately.

Soon, the village beat drums and drums, and the Zhejiazhuang ancestral hall was only opened once a year. This sudden incident made the whole village lively.

"Youngsheng, what are your name?"

The father-in-law put the ashes of the mountain into the pottery jar and turned around and asked again.

"My name is Zhetie. I was adopted by my master since I was a child. I took my master's surname."

Xiao Tie replied immediately.

"Okay! That's my Zhe family."

The father-in-law handed the urn in his arms to Xiao Tie and said:

"You will help the brothers who move mountains to mourn your souls and mourn your souls, and send your master to recognize his ancestors and return to his roots, and return to his fallen leaves."

Xiao Tie naturally couldn't refuse.

Outside the village, Zhang Xiaohu and Yi Sheng looked at the Zhe family in the whole village, following behind Little Iron and mourning clothes, carrying the urn, walked into the ancestral hall with a urn.

They were also very moved.

They didn't know who Xiao Tie's master was, but they just knew that Xiao Tie had traveled thousands of miles to send his master's ashes back home.

"Brother Tie is also a person with deep affection and loyalty."

Zhang Xiaohu sighed:

"Brother Shen is surrounded by such a loyal man, which is really enviable."

"We can also be considered Brother Shen's companion."

Yi Sheng held the sword and looked at the ancestral hall in front of him to worship his ancestors.

The deceased father sounded in his heart, and there was a hint of depression. He thought that when he went back, he would go to Suzhou to worship his father's soul.

He said:

"Although our martial arts are not good, if Brother Shen is sent, we will serve you and help you."

"Xiao Sheng said."

Zhang Xiaohu nodded and said:

"But, the name of Master Xiao Tie is a bit strange. Moving mountains, moving mountains, isn't this what 'immortal' means?

Could it be that Xiao Tie is also the descendant of the Immortal Sect?"

"Ah... won't it?"

Yi Sheng glanced at the carriage behind him and said with a strange look:

"You and I have seen the sword king use swordsmanship. The immortal swordsmanship is elegant and eccentric. However, the little iron brother's heavy sword is completely different, which is to blow the sword hard.

It is indeed powerful, but it is unlikely to be a fairy family, right?"

"That's right."

Zhang Xiaohu nodded, thinking that what Yi Sheng said made sense.

The two people said it without intention, but Liu Zhuoran, who was resting in the carriage, listened to it with intention.

"Take a mountain?"

A trace of thoughts and doubts flashed through Liu Zhuoran's turbid eyes.

He did not know the grudges of his master's generation, but he knew that Penglai Fairy Mountain, three kings of Lingjian, and three sects enforced the law and walked.

These titles were all handed down from ancient times and cannot be changed.

For example, when his master entered Penglai, he abandoned his secular name and called Donglingjun, holding the Lingxu Sword, which was one of the three Lingjian kings.

The other two Ling Jianjun heard that they had an accident when they were young and both died.

In addition to Ling Xu, the other two spiritual swords were also ruined and ruined.

The names of the two Lingjian Lords were called "Hongchen Lord" and "Mountain Lord".
Chapter completed!