The so-called Grand Elder was just a pie he drew in order to let Li Qingran practice well and improve his strength. In fact, there was no Grand Elder in Sword Pavilion, let alone a Grand Elder with the surname Chen.
But what should we do now?
Li Qingran's master was poisoned and his life was coming to an end.
It's not good to just leave it like this.
But if I were to manage it, I don’t have the money…
"Qingran, was it your idea to tell me this, or was it your master's idea?" Su Qinian decided to hold back for the time being and test the waters first.
"It's Master's idea, and it's also my disciple's idea!" Li Qingran bowed again: "May I ask if the Sect Master can help Master? I'm willing to do it!"
Su Qinian was numb.
That's good.
Not only did he accept a disciple, but he also appointed a supreme elder to Jian Ge?
Is this appropriate?
Is this right?
As the matter was a bit complicated, Su Qinian still planned to make a distinction. He tried again, "When I joined the sect, the Grand Elder had already left the sect to travel. I only know his last name is Chen, but I don't know his specific name..."
"Master's name is Chen Huaian!" Li Qingran quickly added.
"Oh, so that's it. Then you can follow me to the sect's ancestral hall. I will find out which supreme elder it is and then I can think of a solution based on his realm."
Su Qinian was thinking that the ancestral hall was filled with tablets of ancestors who had passed away, and some who had left the sect and whose lives were unknown.
When he went to the ancestral hall and didn't see the tablet of the Chen ancestor, he simply admitted his mistake and the matter was over. Then he would draw a cake for Li Qingran so that she could improve her strength, thus killing two birds with one stone.
It's not that he is selfish.
The reality is that the current Jian Ge can't stand the turmoil.
Resources are dwindling and are no longer enough to support others.
Li Qingran didn't know why she had to confirm her identity. She just followed Su Qinian to the ancestral hall with hope.
The ancestral hall in Jian Ge is already old.
But it was very clean inside.
Li Qingran noticed a female swordsman sweeping the leaf-covered yard. She was dressed in plain clothes with white hair. Her tall and slender figure was bathed in the morning light. Her fair cheeks seemed to be shrouded in a faint halo. The years had not left any traces on her face.
In a trance, Li Qingran felt that time had merged with this female swordsman.
"Senior Sister Lin." Su Qinian bowed to the female swordsman.
This was the first time Li Qingran saw Master Su look so serious.
"Yeah." The female swordsman just nodded slightly, seemingly uninterested in the two people's arrival. Su Qinian did not explain to Li Qingran the specific identity of this Senior Sister Lin, but just took Li Qingran into the ancestral hall quickly.
The ancestral hall was filled with tablets. Compared with the dilapidated ancestral hall, each of these tablets was wiped clean, as if they had just been put there not long ago.
Unconsciously, Li Qingran thought of the female sword fairy in the courtyard who was called "senior sister" by the pavilion master. The tablet in the ancestral hall must have been carefully taken care of by her day and night, so it was as bright as new.
Su Qinian lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner. He bowed three times to the tablets, then turned to Li Qingran and said, "You and I will look for them separately. Remember not to turn over the tablets. Just look, don't touch!"
Li Qingran smiled and nodded: "Don't worry, I will never touch you!"
"Well, since you have a good temper, I won't look at you anymore."
The ancestral hall has more than one floor. Su Qinian staggered up to the second floor, thinking he could fool around a little.
He actually remembered that there was no ancestor or predecessor of Jian Ge named Chen Huai'an in the ancestral hall.
Li Qingran searched carefully in the ancestral hall, and became more and more anxious.
The tablet of the Chen clan did not contain Master's name.
Time passes by.
Su Qinian came down from the top of the ancestral hall and looked at Li Qingran, who was anxious. Although he felt sorry for her, he still said, "How is it, have you found your master's tablet? If not, maybe I remembered it wrongly. Alas! This is what happens when people get old. When they grow old, their memories will become confused."
Li Qingran was still looking for it, but he turned a deaf ear to it.
Even the tablet behind Su Qinian that had been "found" by Su Qinian was not spared.
Her eyes were red, her lips were tightly pursed, and she vowed to check everything again.
Su Qinian did not stop him, but continued patiently: "Qingran, even if your master is not the Grand Elder of our Sword Pavilion, I will find a way to provide him with some help, you don't have to..."
“Found it!”
The excited voice stopped Su Qinian from finishing his words.
"What?!" Su Qinian turned his head with an incredulous look on his face.
Li Qingran came over holding a tablet tightly in his arms. Tears welled up at the corners of his red eyes, and he smiled with relief: "Disciple, I have found the tablet of our Master!"
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