Tianji Mountain Villa.
The little boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes had dozens of silver needles stuck in his body. He was sweating profusely from the pain, but he didn't utter a sound. He Xiaohui, who was standing next to him, couldn't bear it and turned her head away.
After finally finishing the acupuncture, the little boy swallowed several large, extremely bitter black pills without changing his expression.
He Xiaohui handed over some candied fruit: "Our little Bao has suffered, have something sweet."
Fang Duobing obediently ate the food, then picked up his little wooden sword: "Mother, I'm going to practice my swordsmanship in the back mountain."
He Xiaohui hesitated, then said, "Xiaobao, that person is already dead. How about... we stop practicing? You've only just been able to stand up, and I'm afraid I'll tire you out."
Fang Duobing frowned slightly: "Mother, my master is the Sword God Li Xiangyi. His martial arts are the best in the world. He won't die. He promised me that once I've mastered the sword moves, he'll take me as his disciple."
Looking into her son's big, dark eyes, He Xiaohui couldn't say anything else: "Then go ahead, but don't overwork yourself."
"Don't worry, Mother."
After Fang Duobing left, He Xiaohui was extremely worried.
"Sigh, our little Bao is willing to endure any hardship and suffering for just because of Li Xiangyi's words. I can't bear to watch it."
The maid comforted her, "Madam, don't be sad. The young master is more lively and cheerful than before, and he's become more energetic. This is a good thing, and things will only get better from now on."
He Xiaohui sighed, "I hope so."
I really hope that Li Xiangyi is still alive, so that Xiaobao can get what he wants.
Everyone in the martial arts world knows that Tianji Manor is incredibly wealthy, and its owner, He Xiaohui, is married to Fang Zeshi, the Minister of Revenue of the current dynasty.
The couple had only one son, who was treated like royalty, showered with love and affection, and treasured more than their own eyes.
However, this precious young master was frail and sickly from a young age. In order to help him grow up smoothly, he was called "Sickly" and given the nickname "Little Treasure".
Although the young master is physically weak, he has great ambition.
He was obsessed with martial arts and dreamed of becoming a great hero since childhood, so that he could travel the world, help the weak and fight against injustice.
Unfortunately, by the time he turned ten, he was too weak to even stand up, let alone wield a sword, let alone practice martial arts.
When he was ten years old, Shan Gudao, who claimed to be his "uncle", came to Tianji Manor to teach him martial arts, his eyes full of disappointment and disdain.
"What a useless person. He can't even hold a sword properly. What's the point of learning martial arts?"
After Shan Gudao left, the dejected young master sat in his wheelchair, bending down and struggling to reach the sword that had fallen to the ground.
Someone as useless as him wants to learn martial arts and become a great hero? Forget it.
Just as he was feeling down, a carefree and spirited voice rang out above him.
“That sword is too heavy and not suitable for you. Use this wooden sword instead. If you can master a hundred basic sword moves with this wooden sword, come find me, and I will definitely take you as my apprentice.”
A small wooden sword was handed to him. By the time Fang Duobing looked up, the person had already turned and left, leaving him with only his back view.
He was a young man with a high ponytail, dressed in a white outfit, holding a sword in his right hand behind his back. Even just his back view exuded boundless spirit and vigor.
The boy popped a candy into his mouth as he walked: "A swordsman must hold his sword tightly and never lose it again."
In the young master's eyes, that person shone brightly, walked into his life, and became his goal and direction.
The wooden sword hilt is engraved with two characters: Xiang Yi.
Fang Duobing knew him; he was the junior brother of his "uncle" Shan Gudao, the leader of the Si Gu Sect, the Sword God Li Xiangyi, who became the number one swordsman in the world at the age of fifteen.
He made up his mind; he wanted to become someone like Li Xiangyi!
On the back mountain, the young master earnestly wielded his wooden sword time and time again, his eyes resolute.
"I must master the sword techniques so that my master will be satisfied and accept me as his disciple."
The boy was so engrossed in his practice that he had no idea his idol was watching him from the tree.
With candy in his mouth, Li Xiangyi watched the little boy swing his sword again and again, feeling quite uneasy.
He had already learned from his master that this kid was not actually his senior brother's nephew, but his biological son.
Unexpectedly, his senior brother hated him so much, yet his senior brother's son admired and respected him.
Fate is truly unpredictable.
Looking at the little boy, Li Xiangyi thought to himself: Shan Gudao has no talent in martial arts, but his son is quite gifted.
He stared at it for an hour.
Fang Duobing put away his sword, panting heavily. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, took a sip of water, and sat down to rest under a tree.
The child's once straight shoulders slumped; he was actually scared, afraid that the rumors circulating in the martial arts world were true.
Is Master really dead?
Fang Duobing's big eyes were red as he muttered to himself, "I've mastered a hundred basic sword moves. When will you come to check on me, Master?"
"I've checked it, and you're doing well."
Fang Duobing suddenly looked up and saw a figure descending from the sky and standing in front of him.
Even though Fang Duobing hadn't seen Li Xiangyi's appearance before, and the person in front of him didn't have a high ponytail and dressed more like a scholar, he still recognized him at a glance.
Because he was holding a sword with the words "Young Master" on the hilt, which was Li Xiangyi's sword.
The young master could break through ten thousand pounds of pressure, and with a cut of his throat, he transformed into supple bones.
"Hey, hey, you brat, don't cry."
Tears streamed down the child's big eyes. He had been terrified by the news of Li Xiangyi's death these past few days, and he finally couldn't hold back when he saw Li Xiangyi alive and well in front of him.
Fang Xiaobao grabbed Li Xiangyi's sleeve and burst into tears, sobbing, "Waaah... I knew you'd be alright."
Li Xiangyi, the Sword God and the Number One in the World, was only twenty years old at the time. He was an unparalleled genius in martial arts, and he could easily handle children.
In a moment of desperation, Li Xiangyi took out a candy, unwrapped it, and stuffed it into the child's mouth: "Don't cry, or I'll leave."
Fang Duobing forced himself to suppress his voice, but tears still streamed down his face.
Li Xiangyi felt a pang of tenderness under those big eyes. This child didn't resemble his father at all; he must have taken after his mother.
Now that he has decided to take him as his disciple, he will definitely teach him well and not let him follow in his senior brother's footsteps.
When He Xiaohui arrived, drawn by her son's cries, carrying a sword, the first thing she heard was:
"Fang Duobing, from now on, you are my apprentice, Li Xiangyi."
He Xiaohui looked over in shock—it was indeed Li Xiangyi, the Junior Tutor!
Fang Duobing's tears stopped a second ago, his big eyes were red and swollen, and he knelt down with a thud, shouting:
"Your disciple, Fang, is ill and pays his respects to Master."
Then he kowtowed three times earnestly, raised his head, looked at Li Xiangyi with bright eyes, and called out to him joyfully:
"Master."
Fang Xiaobao has big, bright black eyes. When he looks at people with a happy expression, he looks just like an adorable dog. No one in Tianji Manor can resist him.
Li Xiangyi couldn't resist either; he was charmed by her cuteness.
He patted Fang Xiaobao's head and pulled him up: "Get up quickly, your leg has just healed, your mother must be worried."
He Xiaohui appeared and said with a smile, "From now on, my little treasure will be in your care, Young Master Li. Please come inside the manor so that my little treasure can serve you a cup of tea to honor your teacher."
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