He had a very deep impression of the calabash baby Li Dao when he was young, but he didn't know if there was a real calabash baby.

In the cartoons, they came and went on the same mountain, and only a few people appeared. However, this was a real world, so it was impossible for there to only be Gourd Mountain.

After the meal, a seven or eight-year-old boy followed behind Li Dao with a hesitant look on his face.

Li Dao could roughly guess what he was thinking. He turned around and stroked Li Yao's head as he asked, "Child, what's your name? Why are you following behind me?"

Seeing Li Dao's amiable expression, the little boy felt the tension in his heart recede. After all, he was still an immortal. These villagers were both grateful to Li Dao but also a little fearful of him.

"I am called Gouzi. Brother Immortal, can you accept me as your disciple and teach me how to do it?"

The little boy tried his best to straighten his chest, and after he finished speaking, his face flushed red.

Li Dao chuckled. He liked this kind of children, so he couldn't help but ask, "Dogman right? Then can you tell me why you want to learn from me?"

"My elder sister allowed the demons to eat her. I want to learn the skills to avenge her, slaying the demons and exterminating the devils." The young boy's innocent face revealed a look of hatred, and his gaze was firm.

Li Dao went silent. If he guessed correctly, the leg in the hand of the wild boar demon belonged to Sister Gouzi.

"Elder Brother Immortal, I beg of you, please teach me your abilities!"

Noticing that Li Dao was silent, Dogman immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Li Dao a few times. A red mark appeared on his forehead.

"Gouzi, get up. I promise to teach you some skills." Li Dao sighed and went up to help Gouzi up.

"Thank you master, thank you master!"

Dogman fell to his knees once more, not stopping to kowtow.

"Gou Zi, what's your surname?"

Since he had accepted him as a disciple, his disciple couldn't be called such a disgraceful name.

"I don't know. Ever since I was young, I've lived with my sister, and I've never seen my parents."

Dogman stood up. Although he was only seven or eight years old, he was much more mature than his peers.

Li Dao looked at him, touched his head and smiled, "A person cannot have no surname, so why don't you follow me by giving me the surname Li? Hmm, you can no longer call me Gou Zi. I have a nickname, Sword Emperor.

"Yes, Master!"

Li Jian nodded with a bit of excitement on his face, but he suppressed it with great difficulty. He could finally stop calling him Gouzi, he was someone with a name now.

That night, Li Dao began teaching Li Jian how to read and write. At the same time, he also taught him the Nine Yin True Scriptures.

Li Jian could not be considered intelligent, but he did not have the ability to escape like a child.

After staying in this village for a few days, Li Jian had already learned some simple words and was familiar with the Nine Yin True Scripture's circulation route. Li Dao combed through what he had learned and finally chose the Brilliant King Sword to pass on to him.

After arranging everything properly for Li Jian, Li Dao prepared to enter the city. He planned to go and inquire about the more specific information of this world. Then, he would walk up to the Gourd Mountain to see if this mountain was the Gourd Mountain that he remembered. If it was, then it would depend on the situation before making any plans.

The sky was dark, and the sun was high in the sky. Li Dao was dressed in white, and he was walking empty-handed.

At the entrance of the village, beside a large stone tablet, stood a group of simple villagers, sending off Li Dao.

A small iron sword hung around Li Jian's waist. It was given to him by Li Dao. At this moment, his face was filled with reluctance. He watched Li Dao's back leisurely walk off into the distance before he shouted, "Master, when can I see you again?"

Li Daoyi didn't even turn his head as he replied, "When you've finished practicing your martial arts, you can come out and find me."

Watching Li Dao's figure disappear into the horizon, Li Jian stood in place for a long time without moving.

The old Village Head walked up and patted Li Jian's shoulder, exhorting him, "Gouzi, the immortal has left. Let's go back."

Li Jian turned around and looked at the Village Head with an unfriendly expression. He replied, "Village Head Grandpa, I have a name. Don't call me Gou Zi, I'm Li Jian!"

"I got it, Gouzi. Right now, your body is still growing. Only after eating a full meal can you better practice the abilities that an immortal has imparted to you. Quickly, come back with me."

Li Jian nodded and followed the village chief back. He thought to himself that he must master the martial arts that he was teaching and then head out as soon as possible. That way, he would be able to see his master again.