"Thank you, old man." Little Niexun suppressed the grief in his heart, then half-knelt down and saluted.
The black-haired old man said calmly, "Call me Master."
Little Niexun was slightly stunned and agreed.
From then on, little Niexun stayed in the Huangshan Taoist Temple. He was the youngest disciple here.
I have to do chores every day, such as fetching water, chopping wood, and tidying the room...
Fortunately, the disciples in Huangshan Taoist Temple are all good people. They will not deliberately make things difficult for him. In addition, because of his young age, they let him do less work.
Even when he was busy, little Niexun would secretly think of his parents. Every time he thought of them, his eyes would turn red.
He was also afraid that he would forget the Tianzhou Dynasty and that he was the eldest princess's candidate for the emperor's husband, so every day he would look at the cinnabar mark on his collarbone in the bronze mirror.
Little Niexun also practices in his spare time.
Gradually, his talent emerged.
At the age of seven, he was accepted as a personal disciple by the abbot of the temple.
From then on, he became the youngest junior uncle.
At first, when Xiao Niexun heard others calling him "Junior Master", the tips of his ears would turn red and hot.
As time passed, he gradually adapted.
When the master asked him to choose a weapon, he chose the umbrella without hesitation.
Because his mother likes to hold a paper umbrella, whether it is sunny or rainy.
Some people made fun of him for it.
After all, using a paper umbrella as a weapon is not only difficult to attack, but also has low power.
Nie Xun didn't care.
At only fifteen years old, Nie Xun has already become famous in Guiyuan Continent.
At the age of twenty, he went out to travel.
He met her when he was twenty-one.
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