Do you dare to co down?
Mr. Tian thought to himself: Tch, you’re up there, so stay up there, what does it have to do with my young master’s coming down?
But the next mont, Mr. Tian’s heart suddenly skipped a beat.
On the river,
River crossing?
The old man staggered back continuously, but with the group of youngsters behind him, he quickly tapped the ground with his toes, making a smooth spin in place.
Once he faced the other side, he felt relieved and continued staggering backwards.
With a thud, his shin hit the steps, and he sat down hard.
The old man’s eyes widened, his mouth slightly open, trembling with fear, and the newly bandaged wrists uncontrollably started bleeding again.
Other than his loyalty, Mr. Tian is a bit slow in other areas, but even he knows the significance and weight of the word "river crossing" in the Jianghu.
In ordinary sects and families, when disciples or heirs reach a certain age, they leave ho for training, called worldly travel, or mundane trial, or listening to the clouds and waves, or simply as exercise, roaming, or walking.
Many ancient books, like the Yin family genealogy, record the travels of almost every generation of Yin family mbers, but "river crossing" has never appeared in them.
Strictly speaking, only heirs of the Dragon King family can proclaim river crossing after lighting the lanterns.
Because this river has been crossed many tis by their predecessors and ancestors, likely leaving behind old friends and familiar faces. So, it’s not called exploring or pioneering, but retracing the path once trodden by ancestors, announcing to the waters that the family lineage continues, and the rules should remain unbroken.
During the Qing Dynasty, a Dragon King erged from Jiujiang Zhao, but they never truly broke that level of standard, and the Jianghu never acknowledged him as Dragon King Zhao. Their family internally claid "river crossing," but honestly... it was more like self-glorification.
After all, your ancestors only produced one Dragon King, and it was so many years ago; what "friends and old acquaintances" do you have to visit?
The loyal old man was slow to realize, even after a day of probing by his young master, that the youngsters before him might have the identity behind them.
"Dragon... Dragon King family?"
Fortunately, they didn’t start a fight while roasting sweet potatoes by the river; had they torn each other’s faces, even the family’s protection wouldn’t help.
On the roof, Zhao Yi, who received the exact reply, instead cald down.
The Yellow River Shovel serves as the identity evidence, and being an official is an acceptable variable, but these are secondary. Most importantly, Zhao Yi gradually realized the youth before him, though younger, was more terrifying than himself.
As the family-prepared candidate for river crossing, seeing such a person, one can only consider ranking him higher.
"Your Excellency, so eager to cross the river at such a young age."
Seeing his question dodged, Li Zhiyuan lost interest and didn’t answer it.
His second lantern self-ignited.
Before he officially decided to cross the river, the water had already reached his ankles.
Zhao Yi, seeing the other ignoring him, didn’t feel disappointed, lowered his head, and shouted down: "Grandpa Tian, please throw a dagger up."
Mr. Tian was sowhat dazed, but since it was his young master’s request, he threw the dagger up without thinking.
Only after throwing it did he realize and hurriedly asked: "Young master, what are you going to do?"
Zhao Yi grabbed the dagger with his right hand and tore off the cloth strip on his forehead with his left hand.
It was his repeated probing of the other, and now being given a clear answer and a counter-question ant he backed himself into a corner.
I am on the river, do you dare co down?
This wasn’t a simple inquiry. Should he evade or dodge or even answer without strength and confidence, then he would lose before even crossing the river.
Without that determination and confidence, what kind of river crossing, what kind of Dragon King could he beco?
Zhao Yi smiled, and while maintaining the smile, stabbed the dagger into his own forehead, digging!
Blood flowed continuously, down the bridge of his nose, past his lips, chin, and finally dripping onto Mr. Tian below.
Mr. Tian looked up in disbelief and shouted: "Young master, no, young master, no!"
Li Zhiyuan raised his head again and looked at Zhao Yi.
Zhao Yi was covered in blood, weighing a piece of flesh in his hand, with a large dark wound at his brow, still bleeding.
He stood straight, casually discarding that piece representing the special and extraordinary "Gate of Life and Death".
With it, he was a genius.
Treating it, he could cross the river; without it, he couldn’t even walk steadily.
But without it, he could now walk, and also take a look at this river.
Zhao Yi leapt forward, bending in the air, rebounded before landing, relaxed and stable.
He spread his arms and let out a soft groan:
"Ah, comfortable."
Without that ssed-up thing, his bodily perception had also returned.
"Young master, oh young master, how foolish you are, foolish!"
Mr. Tian crawled to Zhao Yi’s feet, hugging his young master’s legs, crying bitterly.
Nominally master and servant, but more like family; witnessing his young master ruin his destiny of his own accord, Mr. Tian was truly heartbroken.
Zhao Yi patted Mr. Tian’s shoulder: "Alright alright, Grandpa Tian, now we’re both not clever, it’s great, very fitting."
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