'Dong dong dong——'
There was a knock on the door.
Wen Junchen was thinking hard at the table. It seemed that the episodes in the past few days had not stopped him. At this moment, when he heard the knock on the door, Wen Junchen stood up and stretched his body, then walked to the door and opened it.
"Master...disciple realizes his mistake..."
Yingping knelt in front of the door, lowered his head and said piously to Wen Junchen, like a child who had done something wrong waiting for his parents' forgiveness.
Wen Junchen was stunned at first, and then he smiled again, happily - he hadn't smiled so knowingly for a long time, and a feeling of pain and suffering came over him instantly, as if the pain and suffering he had suffered these days were worth it.
"Quick! Get up!"
Wen Junchen was greatly relieved and quickly helped Yingping up and pulled him into the house.
"Master, disciple..."
"Haha, you don't need to say more, I understand your heart." Looking at Yingping wearing the new clothes and shoes she gave him, he asked with concern: "Do these clothes and shoes still fit?"
Yingping nodded vigorously.
"That's good...that's good..." Wen Junchen said happily. Seeing Yingping always lowering his head and not daring to look at himself, Wen Junchen thought for a moment and asked: "Do you know who among you, my uncles and me, is the first to know your master?"
Yingping raised his head and looked at Wen Junchen in confusion, wondering why the master suddenly asked this question. Naturally, he didn't know all the past events of Shanmen, so he shook his head instinctively, and then made a tentative guess——
"Is it...Master?"
"No."
"Could it be...the third uncle?"
"No." Wen Junchen did not let Yingping continue to guess, and said the answer directly to the point: "It's Qilang."
"Uncle Seventh?"
"Yes, your seventh uncle."
Yingping was a little surprised. He originally thought it was his master or his third uncle, but he didn't expect it was his seventh uncle who was silent.
"Rough calculation, your seventh uncle has been with the teacher for more than twenty years..."
More than twenty years? This surprised Yingping. The seventh uncle looked to be only in his twenties, so he has been with his husband for more than twenty years? Didn't he stay with his husband since he was a child?
"Qilang has been with the teacher long before he became a teacher. Perhaps you don't know that your seventh uncle's hometown is not in Xintang either."
"Uncle Seventh is not from the Tang Dynasty?"
Wen Junchen nodded, recalling in his mind all the past experiences his teacher had mentioned to him about Qilang.
"Ever since Shichiro met the teacher, he has been by his side and served as a companion to the teacher."
Just as the young man in yellow who calls himself "Shao Jing" said, Uncle Seventh Master is really the little book boy next to him.
"Then...then why did the Seventh Master's Uncle join the disciple's sect so late?"
"This is the story I want to tell you today." Wen Junchen smiled slightly, and then he said patiently: "Maybe you don't know something, but your seventh uncle is also an out-and-out genius in cultivation."
The more Yingping listened, the more shocked he became. If Uncle Seventh had not come to the rescue this time, Yingping would not have known that Uncle Menghulu had such great abilities.
"Then...then he is as talented as Third Master Uncle?"
"Maybe, even...maybe even stronger."
Yingping's eyes widened, he was still a little depressed just now, but now his interest was suddenly raised.
"So a genius? Can he be compared with Third Master Uncle?"
"Perhaps you don't know that Qilang became 'Kaiyang' at the age of five and became 'Dama' at the age of twenty-three."
'Kaiyang' at five years old? Twenty-three years old? Although it takes a long time to enter the 'Great Man' realm, five years old to 'Kai Yang' is too...too fast, right?
"Then...is the Seventh Master now...breaking through 'Daman' and joining 'Tianji'?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know?"
"Yes, he didn't say, I didn't ask."
This statement aroused Yingping's curiosity. Next time he catches Brother Seventh, he must ask him about it.
"But do you know how long it took Qilang to go from accompanying the schoolboy to worshiping at the gate of the mountain?" Seeing Yingping shaking his head, Wen Junchen sighed and said: "Eighteen years!"
Yingping was silent. Although he did not speak, he also made a guess in his heart - maybe five years, or eight years, or ten years... But when he heard the number 'eighteen', he was completely I was impressed. This loneliness and patience were naturally unparalleled. I don’t know what kind of character the seventh uncle had to survive such a long time.
"Qilang knew that your master was no ordinary person at a young age. The day after he followed your master back to the mountain gate, he knelt outside the shabby door and begged to be accepted into the family."
"Then how did the master reject the seventh uncle? How did he change his mind later?"
"Your master did not reject Qilang, the teacher just set a condition for him."
"What conditions?"
"If you can clean up the shabby room within an hour, then accept him as your disciple."
"Huh? Is it that simple?"
"Simple? I'm afraid you think too simply." Wen Junchen looked at Yingping's innocent look and couldn't help but feel a little funny. He continued to explain: "Your master set up a magic circle in the shabby room, which conflicts with the 'Breath of Heaven and Earth' in the body of the 'Kaiyang' person. Not to mention working, I'm afraid it will be difficult to even raise your hands. Your third master My uncle once tried the power of this magic circle, and he described it like this - "No one in the world can deploy this magic formation. It is extremely mysterious. Most practitioners follow the trend, but this magic formation goes against it." The practitioner is like a boat going against the current in a torrent or carrying a heavy load on a steep slope in this formation. To be able to break through this formation, it is not enough to rely solely on the depth of the Tao."
Speaking of this, Wen Junchen suddenly paused, and Yingping couldn't wait to ask: "What must it be to decide?"
“Perseverance, patience, and determination!”
Yingping tasted these three words thoughtfully, recalling the training that his seventh uncle had given them in the past, and then he understood why the third uncle's intention was usually there.
"Eighteen years! Shichiro has been cleaning the shabby room for eighteen years! Only then did he achieve what the teacher said - clean the shabby room within an hour!"
How lonely have these eighteen years been? How much perseverance and perseverance it takes to do the same thing every day for eighteen years...
After hearing this, Yingping gradually understood the meaning of what his master said to him.
"Yingping, you have to know that everything you do now for your master, including your third, fifth, and seventh uncles, is for your future!"
Yingping felt a surge of excitement in his heart, and he was so excited that he could hardly speak at this moment.
"Go back, take good care of yourself, don't let everyone down, and most importantly, don't let yourself down!"
Yingping nodded vigorously, turned around and was about to go out, but when he reached the door, Yingping suddenly turned around and asked: "Master... how long did it take for the third uncle to clean the shabby room?"
"Haha, it only took him half an hour."
Hearing this answer, Ying Ping pursed his lips and nodded with satisfaction, and then asked: "The seventh senior brother broke a practitioner's arm for me... you won't punish him?"
"Punish him? Why punish him? As a teacher, you should reward him!"
"Reward? Why?"
"Yingping, you have to remember that our humble family only protects our shortcomings! No matter who you are, if you dare to bully us, then don't worry about it, find your place first and then argue!"
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At night, bursts of screams came from the house, and it seemed that someone was suffering inhuman torture.
"Master! Please! I...I was wrong, I know I was wrong! I...I don't dare to do it anymore!"
The man cried out and begged for mercy, but the man in black standing in front of him was unmoved at all.
"What a coward! How dare you touch someone from our humble family?"
It turns out that the man in black is none other than the gentle and polite Yuyin from Reese. At this moment, he had a fierce look on his face, and his usual elegance could not be seen at all. The person who came to him to beg for mercy was one of Wang Shaojing's group during the day.
"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore! I don't dare anymore!"
"Hmph! Others are afraid of you, but I am not afraid of you! Let me tell you, I am Yuyin, a poor man from a poor family! If you have any objections, I will be waiting for you on the mountain!"
"No, no, no - no dissatisfaction... no dissatisfaction..."
After seeing how powerful Yu Yin was, the man no longer dared to have any dissatisfaction.
"Tell me! Who else bullied my nephew today?"
"this……"
"Um!?"
"Okay, okay... I said... I said... there are also the young masters from the He family in the Ministry of Industry, the young masters from the Yu family in the Criminal Department, and..."
The man confessed his companions one by one, but did not name Wang Shaojing.
Yuyin silently wrote down all these names, then looked at the man fiercely and said: "Don't let me see you again in the future, otherwise -"
Yuyin made a gesture, and the man was so frightened that he immediately held his head.
Seeing that this person was completely afraid of him, Yuyin stopped pestering him, covered his face again, disappeared into the night, and walked towards the next 'victim''s house.
[It’s still eleven o’clock~~]
