Shilipo Sword God, New Guest in Yuhang

Yuhang Town.

Two extravagant guests arrived at the old inn, which was struggling to attract customers due to its exorbitant prices. They immediately requested two Heavenly Room.

Judging from their appearance and the way they interact, they should be a father and daughter.

"Li Xiao'er! Where have you been?"

A middle-aged woman dressed in typical rural attire stood at the entrance of the inn, roaring like a shrew, "Distinguished guests have arrived! Get back here right now!"

Not long after he finished speaking, a young man dressed in coarse linen clothes and carrying a wooden sword came running over quickly.

This man had delicate features, bright and lively eyes that seemed to speak volumes. He was spirited and acted with a carefree attitude, more like a young swordsman venturing out into the world than a waiter.

He grinned and approached the woman. "Auntie, the fat sheep has arrived?"

The woman's face darkened, and she slammed the kitchen knife in her hand against the door. "Li Xiaoyao!"

"Okay, okay! I'll take good care of the guests!"

The young man Earth Flow the kitchen, prepared some wine and dishes, and then took them upstairs, muttering things like, "If we don't make a sale for three years, we'll eat for three years when we do."

As soon as he pushed open the door, the father and daughter who were talking immediately stopped their conversation.

"Hiss..."

Li Xiaoyao gasped, stood at the door, and didn't go in.

Over the years, he had worked as a waiter for his aunt at the inn, and had accumulated some skills in reading people and situations.

These two people in front of me don't look like good guys.

Look at that middle-aged man with a square face, thick, sword-like eyebrows, a straight nose, and a beard. He is dressed in fine silk and satin, and there is a Ruyi Treasure Sword on the table.

Although the sword was never drawn, just by looking at the decoration of the scabbard and the faint scent of blood it exuded, one could tell that it was no ordinary weapon.

Li Xiaoyao turned and left, leaving the father and daughter staring at each other, unable to understand what this kid from the remote countryside was up to.

A moment later, Li Xiaoyao returned and served the two steaming hot dishes.

"Waiter, why have you changed the food and drinks?"

The middle-aged man stroked his beard, looking at him with a half-smile.

"I originally planned to use diluted wine and overnight pork to fool you, but seeing that you two are no ordinary people, I gave up on that idea."

Li Xiaoyao spoke eloquently, pointing to the wine and dishes on the table, seemingly honestly saying, "This is fifteen-year- Apricot Blossom Old Wine from Yuhang Town, and the beef that Butcher Zhang slaughtered today is braised with his own sauce. We'll bring it up for you two right away."

"You know me?"

The middle-aged man looked at him with a hint of amusement.

"I don't know you, but judging from your imposing presence and heroic bearing, you must be a hero from a reputable sect."

Li Xiaoyao's mouth was coated with honey, and he showered people with sweet words as if they were free.

The young woman standing next to the middle-aged man curled her lip, glanced at him disdainfully, her first impression of him was very bad, and snorted, "Sycophant, sycophantic little man."

Li Xiaoyao acted as if he hadn't heard these words, staring intently at the middle-aged man.

What does a little girl like her know!

For a child from a poor family like him, just surviving is already an immense struggle!

To become a chivalrous hero wandering the world is something that can only be achieved in a dream!

Lacking both a master and connections, he had no choice but to curry favor with customers and seek opportunities on his own.

Looking at the middle-aged man opposite me, his face was ruddy, his temples were high and bulging, he was full of energy and spirit, and his forehead was full. Sitting there, he exuded a Dragon-Tiger Qi.

He's absolutely a master among masters!

If he serves the other party well, and the other party teaches him a few moves, Li Xiaoyao will benefit from it endlessly!

The middle-aged man said gently, "The money I paid earlier isn't enough for this level of hospitality. May I ask what you need, young waiter?"

Li Xiaoyao was overjoyed and immediately voiced his thoughts.

"I see."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly.

Based on his observation, Li Xiaoyao has good aptitude and Intelligent Mind. Judging from his appearance, he should also be a long-lived person. If he were to casually teach him a few moves, it might become a legendary tale someday.

As the Martial Arts Alliance Leader of Jiangnan, he possesses numerous martial arts techniques, more than he can practice himself, so there is no need for him to hoard them.

However, he has a small problem.

Have you ever heard of the Shilipo Sword God?

As the middle-aged man spoke, his gaze was fixed intently on Li Xiaoyao.

"The Shilipo Sword God..."

Li Xiaoyao frowned. "It's nothing but a trick by sorcerers and witchcraft."

"Understood."

The middle-aged man chuckled, "You haven't seen it yourself, you're just relying on hearsay and conjecture, right? Otherwise, why would you go to all this trouble to find me?"

These words made Li Xiaoyao blush with embarrassment.

Still a naive young man with little worldly experience, he was concerned about saving face and could only force a defense, saying, "Masters with high Martial Arts are often seen. But immortals who Control Clouds and Rain and live on dew and wind are never seen. Who knows if they're real or not?"

The middle-aged man shook his head, picked up his wine glass, and took a sip.

The gesture, similar to serving tea to a guest, made Li Xiaoyao realize that the other party had lost interest in the conversation, so he tactfully withdrew.

After the door closed, the girl snorted, "This slippery brat is ignorant, but what he said is quite right, immortal... humph."

"Yueru".

The middle-aged man stroked his beard, correcting his daughter's thinking, "Immortals do exist."

"The Sword Saint Dugu of Mount Shu is an immortal who can Ride Sword to Ascend to Immortality. I have personally witnessed his abilities."

The girl was somewhat unconvinced. "The Shu Mountain tradition has been passed down for many years, what kind of wild hermit is Shilipo?"

She had long heard of Mount Shu, and had even heard rumors about the Qionghua Sect and the Love and Hate between Yun Tianqing and Xuan Xiao in some legendary tales and unofficial histories.

Even in the most absurdly fictional novels, no one would dare to utter the word "resurrection."

The father missed his deceased mother so much that he was taken advantage of by the rumors and lost his composure.

Looking at the girl's behavior, how could the middle-aged man not know what his daughter was thinking?

He sighed and said, "The Shilipo Sword God... is by no means a wild and solitary monk. In the past two years, many people have witnessed his extraordinary abilities."

"You remember Lord Nan, right? He was passing through this place last year when he was injured by bandits. He was stabbed through the heart and was on the verge of death when the Shilipo Sword God happened to pass by and used his Art of Returning Heavens to bring him back to life."

"It is said that since then, many of the old ailments of Lord Nan have completely disappeared, and they look more than ten years younger."

The girl, of course, understood Lord Nan her father was referring to was.

The current Prime Minister of the Chen of the Southern Dynasty was known for his upright character and his refusal to Blend with the Dust.

Since even this person praises the Shilipo Sword God, the other party must really have some skills.

The girl suddenly became interested. "Do you know the immortal's name?"

This child is teachable.

The middle-aged man subtly curled the corners of his lips.

My daughter is receptive to advice and not stubborn, which are good qualities.

He dipped his index finger into the wine glass, dabbed it in the wine, and wrote two words on the table.

The girl leaned closer and examined it carefully, only to see that it was written on it...

"Wang Yan".