Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 86 Is the surname An or Su?

In the pavilion by the Qingquan River, An Zhisu gazed down at the gurgling water, and whispered about her family background:

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

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

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

Every time he comes over, he will bring some money to help, so that our life will not be too tight.

Ling Yunpo listened with great interest, only to realize that Su Jian was not some murderous maniac who was obsessed with swordsmanship - he also had the kindness and warmth that belonged to ordinary people.

An Zhisu continued:

Every time my mother refused to ask for money from Master, saying that he 'does not owe us mother and daughter'.

But Master will always find a way to stuff money, so that my mother has no way to refuse.

Sometimes he took it away, and in a blink of an eye the money appeared on the stove, next to the pillow, or in the pile of clothes.

When my mother sees the money left behind, she will sigh helplessly.

Ling Yunpo echoed and sighed:

Oh, it's not easy at home, senior sister.

Actually, it's not just poverty. An Zhisu said melancholy, If a widow doesn't have a family and a husband in the village, people will gossip and even bully her.

Sometimes, unemployed gangsters from the village would come out of my house en masse, swearing obscenities and laughing wildly.

My mother hugged me tightly and didn't let me listen to those dirty words.

It's really hateful! Ling Yunpo immediately glared, and said filled with righteous indignation, If I had been there, no matter how many of them there were, I would have picked up a hatchet and rushed out to kill all these garbage who bully orphans and widows!

[Unyielding personality, synchronization value +1. 】

Junior Brother, your character is exactly the same as Master. An Zhisu laughed, Master immediately raised his sword and went out when he learned about this. He went from house to house and killed those gangsters one by one.

Quick! Ling Yunpo clapped his palms in praise, but complained in his heart: Take back the preface, this Su Jian is still a murderous maniac.

It's just that from that time on, there was a gap between mother and master. An Zhisu continued to recall, Everyone in the village avoided our house, and even when they met on the road, they would detour.

My mother is very sad, not because her prestige in the village has declined, but because she feels that Master regards ordinary people as pigs and dogs, and sooner or later he will alienate us.

Master quarreled with mother a few times because of this, and finally decided to take me to cultivate immortality, and taught me Shushan Yujian in private without telling the sect.

Ling Yunpo fell silent, suddenly felt a little strange.

He originally thought that Su Jian came to take care of her family's financial situation because of An Zhisu's aptitude for cultivation.

But from the senior sister's description, it seemed that Su Jian had some sort of close relationship with An Zhisu's mother, and that's why he chose to accept her as his disciple? !

Senior sister, I have a question. He said cautiously, Is there such a possibility that maybe your father is not dead, but he is just trying to win your mother's recognition, such as stuffing money into your family and helping your mother vent her anger , and accept you as an apprentice?

An Zhisu looked at him silently, and after a while he smiled and said:

Brother is talking nonsense again. Master, his surname is Su, and my surname is An. How can we be father and daughter?

Then 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 wide eyes, My father died before I was born, so it's normal for me to have my maiden name?

I mean. Ling Yunpo was caught up in her logic, and finally came to his senses, Maybe your mother refused to forgive your father, that's why you were given her surname...

Junior Brother. An Zhisu was silent again, and said after a long time, Stop guessing.

If what you said is so possible, then Master should stay at home with my mother, instead of taking the time to visit every month.

Disregarding his wife and daughter, he is obsessed with swordsmanship, and occasionally comes back to visit him for a few days in a perfunctory way. How could such a person be my father?

Ling Yunpo was speechless.

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

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

She was resisting acknowledging the fact.

It's just that this is Senior Sister An's housework after all, and it's hard for him to ask any further, so Ling Yunpo decisively changed the subject and asked:

Then what happened later, Master and your mother...

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

Passed away?

Well, the normal lifespan is coming to an end. An Zhisu said in a low voice, Master will accompany me to bury my mother, and then take me back to Shushan to formally start.

As a result, I was ambushed by the elders of the Devil's Cult on the road. Master was seriously injured. He went back to the mountain to arrange my entrance, and closed the death gate in a hurry.

Ling Yun broke his heart and said that was the case.

In fact, with Su Jian's status as the Yuanying elder, if An Zhisu had been taken to Shushan early, he might be the second Shi Liuli - his father is the God of Death in Shushan, who would dare to mess with this young lady?

It's just that Senior Sister An's childhood life is far from Miss Shi's.

Spent his childhood in the countryside, and learned swordsmanship from Su Jian alone as an adult.

After cultivating to the Huafu stage, her mother passed away normally. Su Jian, who had no ties in the secular world, took her back to Mount Shu, but was ambushed again on the way, and closed the death gate after returning to the mountain...

It is simply a fateful life, endless suffering!

Senior Sister An, I should give you this unyielding template.

Let's not talk about that. An Zhisu suddenly smiled, and the gloom on his face was swept away, Master will definitely pass the test smoothly, so we won't talk about the past.

Today, I should congratulate my younger brother for winning the second place in the Immortal Sword Ranking.

She moved her hand like a magic trick, and the Shuangjiang Sword came out in the form of a sword light, and came with a dinner plate and wine jug wrapped around it.

Seeing that Ling Yunpo was a little silly: the wine and appetizers are all ready, the senior sister came here prepared!

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

Amber color, xinlan fragrance, is the special spirit wine Yumeichun in Shushan, which is very valuable.

There are eight vermilion fruits on the plate, which are plump and ruddy. They look like small tomatoes, but they have a strange fragrance.

Lightly swiping the Shuangjiang Sword, all the vermilion fruits were split into two and turned into sixteen petals of the same size.

Ling Yunpo picked up a piece and ate it, he only felt that it was sweet in the mouth, with fluid under his tongue, like swallowing spiritual liquid, with endless aftertaste.

He had another drink, the alcohol was lingering, but not intoxicating, just refreshing and refreshing, which made his consciousness seem much clearer.

In his line of sight, Senior Sister An, who continued to pour wine for his red sleeve, looked more and more lovely, making it difficult for him to look away.