Suddenly, a cold wind blew. The owner of the teahouse tightened his clothes and felt a cold sensation engulfing his entire body. He thought that he had to add another set of clothes. A warm feeling swept through his heart as he looked at the busy figure behind him.

"Boss, why aren't you serving tea yet?" a large man shouted from a distant seat.

"Alright, I'll be right there. Guest, please wait." Before he could finish his words, he walked over to the table with the teapot in his hand.

On the table, there were three people dressed like martial artists. They were armed with weapons and their hands were covered with calluses.

"Hurry up, hurry up! What are you dawdling for?" Do you want to eat the taste of the big blade in your grandpa's hand? " The burly man who had just shouted said that picked up a large sword and viciously said.

Although the owner of the teahouse was a little nervous, he still greeted them with a smile and did not panic. Although his teahouse was small, he had seen a lot of people in the martial arts world and these kinds of things happened. He hurriedly said, "Grandpa, you've been waiting for a long time."

"That's enough, third brother Liu. This place is under the foot of the Wu Dang. It's better to give some face to old man Zhang, so that it won't be a big deal." The man on the other side interrupted Old Liu when he saw that he was about to say something.

It was obvious that the person called Old Liu was afraid of this burly man. His eyes were filled with fear and his mouth was trembling. Finally, he swallowed his words and threw the sword on the table.

"Haha, it's time to change Ol 'Three's temperament and make him angry again." It was a middle-aged man dressed like a scholar. His face was about thirty years old and he was holding a fan in his hand.

"Second Bro, stop your sarcastic remarks. I don't need you to say it. The weather is so cold, yet you're still waving your fan? What are you pretending for."

The man dressed as a scholar closed his fan and was about to speak.

"Enough, are you done yet?" The boss slapped the table with his right hand and glared at the two as he spoke.

The other two looked at their boss, then at each other. They did not speak any further and each raised their cups to drink their tea.

At this moment, a youth's voice was heard.

"Brother Zhang, bring me a pot of tea, I want to rest."

When the boss heard this, he immediately looked over. He saw a young man coming to the teahouse. He was holding a sword in his left hand and was dressed in light purple clothes.

"Little brother, you're here. Hurry up and sit down. I'll have your sister-in-law brew a pot of tea." The owner said to the person with a warm and affectionate expression.

"Little boat, long time no see. Come here and let sister-in-law see if you've lost weight." The woman who was boiling water behind the teahouse put down her work and walked towards the teenager. The woman was over twenty years old and had an ordinary appearance. Her hands were covered with the marks of manual labor.

"Greetings, sister-in-law!" The youth hurriedly stood up and greeted her.

Right at this moment, Old Liu shouted: "That boss Wu, don't you find us unpleasing to the eye? You sure are friendly with this brat. I've been sitting here for a long time and you only gave me a pot of tea, are you courting death?"

Old Liu was already full of anger from Liu's words, and after being lectured by his boss, his anger had yet to depart. Seeing the owner of the teahouse smiling at a kid, he felt insulted, so he began to curse.

Hearing this, the big boss at the side thought, "Oh no, Third Bro has stirred up some trouble. Just now, this young man came from Mount Wudang with an extraordinary appearance. He might be Old Daoist Zhang's disciple."

He quickly got up and restrained Old Liu. At the same time, he said to the young man and the owner of the teahouse: "My friends, my Old Third has a short temper. I hope you will forgive me for offending him."

One must know that Zhang brother and his wife were originally from the same village, but the village was massacred by the police, so they fled all the way to the Wudang territory. After being rescued from the roadside by their master, the two of them finally settled down at the foot of the Wudang Mountain.

When Yu Lianzhou was young, she would often follow her master down the mountain and visit their home. First, they would get to know each other over the second time and become good friends.

Since Old Liu dared to threaten Old Brother Zhang and his wife, how could Yu Lianzhou not be angry? She was about to teach him a lesson, but unexpectedly, someone spoke up for him, making it difficult for him to take action.

"Alright, this friend. Only that person apologized to my brother, so this matter will be over." Yu Lianzhou carefully examined the three of them.

Yu Lianzhou was not afraid of them, but Zhang Jiu and his wife were both ordinary people, so it would be troublesome if they were to suffer from their revenge. If they were evil people, then he would kill them for the sake of the people.

Hearing Yu Lianzhou's words, before Boss Liu could say anything, Old Liu said, "Good kid, make me apologize and ask if grandpa will agree to my sword."

The moment Eldest Brother Liu and Eldest Brother Liu heard Old Third's words, they knew that there was nothing they could do today, so they stood together with Old Man Liu and advanced together. Although there were occasional conflicts between the three of them, the three of them grew up together, so their relationship was naturally deep.

When Yu Lianzhou saw this scene, she knew that it was unlikely that the three of them were treacherous. With a single word of "please", they had already arrived outside the teahouse.

"Good boy, let me, Old Liu, know you." Elder Liu stomped on the ground and jumped to the opposite of Yu Lian boat.

"Kid, look at the saber."

Yu Lianzhou saw this and dodged to the side with a light movement, even before his sword was unsheathed. Seeing this, Old Liu called for his broadsword to strike at the enemy.

In the blink of an eye, after a few moves, Yu Lianzhou had only dodged with a lightness skill and not issued a single edict. Third Elder Liu saw that he had failed to achieve anything in the dozen or so slashes he had thrown and shouted anxiously, "Kid, if you have the ability, don't dodge.

"Grandson, your grandpa is here. Why are you here to kill me?" Yu Lianzhou did not back down, and her words were full of sarcasm.

Hearing this, Old Liu stomped his feet in anger. The sword techniques in his hands were messy, and soon, he was panting heavily on the spot.

"Ol 'Three, don't mess around.' White Tiger Dashing the River '." At the side, Boss Liu said.

Hearing this, Old Liu did as he was told, "White Tiger Vault", and Yu Lianzhou dodged it with lightness skills.

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When Old Liu no longer had any new moves, he already understood the change of the sword art and pulled out his sword. The treasured sword was swift and sharp, it was one of the moves from Wu Dang's Life Seizing Sword Technique.

When the new move was launched, Yu Lianzhou tapped on the back of Old Liu's sword. Old Liu felt a force coming from the sword, and his wrist went numb, causing him to lose his grip on his treasured sword. The sword in his hand fell to the ground, and Old Liu stared blankly for a moment at the sword tip on his neck.

"Third Bro." Only after hearing his second brother's shout did Old Liu come back to his senses. He felt the coldness on his neck and began to sweat profusely.

After a moment, he saw the youth sheathe his sword. Old Liu took a deep breath, his body went limp, and he could not move at all.

"Thank you for being lenient, Third Bro, why aren't you thanking me?" Boss Liu supported Old Liu.

"No need, I just let him live because I want him to apologize to Brother Zhang."

"Ol 'Three, why aren't you apologizing to the boss?"

"Ah .." Only then did Old Liu reluctantly walk over to the owner of the teahouse and apologize in a low voice.