In the pavilion beside the Qingquan River, An Zhisu lowered his eyes to gaze at the gurgling water and whispered about his life story:

"I was born in a mountain village in Guangling County, Yangzhou."

"My mother is a widow in the village. My father died before I was born, so life was very difficult."

"But, ever since I became conscious, Master has often come to my house to visit my mother and me."

"Every time he came, he would bring some money to help us, so that our life would not be too tight."

Ling Yunpo listened with great interest, and then he realized that Su Jian was not some murderous maniac obsessed with swordsmanship - he also possessed the kindness and warmth of an ordinary person.

An Zhisu continued:

"Every time my mother refused to take the master's money, saying that he 'did not owe us anything'."

"But Master always finds a way to slip money in so that Mother can't refuse it."

"Sometimes he would take the money away, but the next moment the money would appear on the stove, next to the pillow, or in a pile of clothes."

"When Mother sees the money left behind, she will sigh helplessly."

Ling Yunpo echoed and sighed:

"Alas, Senior Sister's family is not easy either."

"In fact, it's more than just poverty." An Zhisu said sadly, "If a widow doesn't have her parents' home and husband in the village, people will gossip about her and even bully her."

"Sometimes, the unemployed people in the village would come to my house, saying obscene things that were unbearable to the ears and laughing wildly."

"My mother held me tightly in her arms and stopped me from hearing those dirty words."

"How hateful!" Ling Yunpo immediately glared and said indignantly, "If I were there at the time, no matter how many of them there were, I would pick up a hatchet and rush out to kill all these scum who bullied an orphan girl and a widow!"

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"Junior brother, your personality is exactly the same as Master's." An Zhisu laughed, "When Master first learned about this, he immediately took up his sword and went out to visit every household, killing all those hooligans one by one."

“Great!” Ling Yunpo clapped his hands in admiration, but complained in his heart: To recap, this Su Jian is still a murderous devil.

"From that time on, there was a rift between my mother and my master." An Zhisu continued to recall, "Everyone in the village avoided our family. They would even take a detour when they met us on the road."

"My mother was very sad, not because her reputation in the village had declined, but because she felt that the master regarded ordinary people as pigs and dogs, and would sooner or later become alienated from us."

"Master had a few arguments with my mother because of this, and finally decided to take me to cultivate immortality, and secretly taught me the Shushan Sword Controlling Technique without telling the sect."

Ling Yunpo pondered in silence, suddenly feeling something strange.

He originally thought that Su Jian was attracted by An Zhisu's aptitude for Taoism and came to take care of her family's financial situation.

But from what Senior Sister said, it seems that Su Jian had some kind of close relationship with An Zhisu's mother, so she chose to take her in as a disciple? !

"Sister, I have a question." He asked carefully, "Is there a possibility that maybe your father is not dead, and he is just trying to gain your mother's recognition, such as giving your family money to help your mother vent her anger, and taking you as his apprentice?"

An Zhisu looked at him in silence, and then smiled after a while:

"Junior brother, you are talking nonsense again. Master's last name is Su, and mine is An. How can we be father and daughter?"

"What's your mother's name?" Ling Yunpo asked.

"My mother's name is An Susu." An Zhisu replied.

"So, you actually took your mother's surname." Ling Yunpo said immediately.

"What else?" An Zhisu looked at him with eyes wide open. "My father died before I was born, so it's normal for me to take my mother's last name, isn't it?"

"What I mean is." Ling Yunpo was confused by her logic and finally came to his senses, "Maybe your mother refused to forgive your father, so she let you have her last name..."

"Junior brother." An Zhisu was silent again, and said after a long while, "Don't guess randomly."

"If what you said has even a slight possibility, then Master should stay at home to accompany my mother instead of visiting her only every month."

"He ignored his wife and daughter, was obsessed with swordsmanship, and only came back to visit me for a few days. How could such a person be my father?"

Ling Yunpo was speechless.

From An Zhisu's slightly angry words, he already understood what his senior sister meant.

Su Jian can only be her master, not her father.

She was resisting acknowledging this fact.

However, this was Senior Sister An's family affair after all, so it was not appropriate for him to ask further. Therefore, Ling Yunpo decisively changed the subject and asked:

"What happened next? Master and your mother..."

"Later." An Zhisu paused for a moment and said, "My mother passed away."

"Dead?"

"Well, my normal life span has come to an end." An Zhisu whispered, "Master, accompany me to bury my mother, and then take me back to Shushan to formally join the sect."

"As a result, we were ambushed by the elders of the Demon Sect on the way. Master was seriously injured. He returned to the mountain to arrange for my initiation and then hurriedly closed himself off."

Ling Yun was heartbroken and said, "So that's how it is."

In fact, with Su Jian's status as a Nascent Soul elder, if he had taken An Zhisu to Shushan earlier, she might have become the second Shi Liuli - her father was the Killing God of Shushan, who would dare to mess with this eldest lady?

It’s just that Senior Sister An’s childhood life was very different from that of Miss Shi.

He spent his childhood in the countryside, and as an adult he learned sword from Su Jian alone.

After reaching the Huafu stage, his mother passed away naturally. Su Jian, who was no longer bound by the secular world, took her back to Mount Shu, but they were ambushed on the way and he went into seclusion again after returning to the mountain...

It's such a miserable life and endless suffering!

Senior Sister An, this template of my unyielding character should be given to you.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." An Zhisu suddenly smiled, and the depression on her face was swept away. "Master will definitely be able to come out of retreat smoothly. Let's not talk about the past."

"Today we should celebrate for our junior brother taking the second place on the Immortal Sword Ranking."

She waved her hand as if by magic, and the Frost Sword turned into a sword light and flew out, carrying a dinner plate and a wine jug.

Ling Yunpo was a little dumbfounded: the wine and snacks were all ready, so senior sister must have come prepared!

An Zhisu picked up the wine jug, tilted the thin spout, and poured the wine into the cup.

With amber color and orchid fragrance, Yumeichun, a special wine from Mount Shu, is very valuable.

There were eight red fruits on the plate. They were rosy and plump, looking like small tomatoes, but with a unique fragrance.

The Frost Sword was gently swung, and all the red fruits were split into two, turning into sixteen petals of equal size.

Ling Yunpo picked up a petal and ate it. It tasted sweet and made his tongue salivate, as if he was swallowing spiritual liquid, with an endless aftertaste.

He took another sip, the wine lasted for a long time, but it didn't make him drunk, it just made him feel refreshed and comfortable, making him seem much clearer.

In his sight, Senior Sister An, who continued to pour wine for him, looked more and more gentle and charming, making it difficult for him to look away.