Meisi people?
Meisi, one of the Seven Sword Immortals?
The storyteller has long heard the name of the famous swordsman Master Mito, but like everyone else on the mainland, he has never seen Mr. Mito in person.
When he heard his name, he perked up and bowed in salute: "I have met Mr. Siren."
This is a real senior!
It is different from the names such as "Eighth Sword Immortal".
The title "Mr. Siren" represents the achievements of the Meisi people in the inheritance of ancient sword cultivation, and they should be regarded as the masters of a hundred generations!
"Um."
Mei Si knocked on the paper fan, but didn't respond much. He just looked at the Eight Masters and said straight to the point: "I have gone through all the trouble to arrange to meet at a place like this, but I don't know why you came here to find me?"
"For the inheritance of kendo, and for the future of kendo." Bazun knew what was right and correct.
Mei Si raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, obviously not expecting to get such an answer.
He smiled and said: "The Eighth Sword Immortal is a great talent in this world, and he is proficient in the nine major sword arts. If it is for the inheritance of swordsmanship and the future of swordsmanship, I think what you can do is not much worse than the old man."
"I can't." Ba Zunzun shook his head decisively, "I have already sealed my sword, but now that the 'ban on martial arts' is in force, my body has also become weak. I have had a lot of troubles in my life, and it is no longer suitable for strenuous activities. "
Feng Jian... Mei Siren's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly thought of the young swordsman he met on the first floor of the sky.
His inference, did the mantra hit the eight gods and understand the current situation?
Sure enough, my vision did not miss it.
That kid was a genius that day!
It's a pity that the other party has great ambitions and doesn't want to be his apprentice.
Mei Si was filled with regret, but with a smile on his face, he said: "Since your 'rebirth', the 'activities' you have done cannot be called 'ordinary'. This is your latest move towards the Holy Slave." self-interpretation?”
He had something to say. It was obvious that he already knew that the Eight Masters killed seven hundred people in white clothes in the White Grotto, sent Gou Wuyue back to the mountain to be imprisoned, went fishing in the Yunlun Mountains, planned the Great War between Saints, and attracted the world with rare treasures. They are flocking to the city in the sky.
And the reality is indeed true. How can these things, one after another, be a sign of "not suitable for strenuous activities"?
Bazun smiled and said: "Mr. Siren must be able to see more than this level. But ordinary people can accidentally trample ants to death when walking. What I do, except for the white cave, is just playing chess. ... How can a mere game of chess be called a 'violent activity'?"
Meisi people were silent.
Chess game...
This sounds easy to say, but the person you are playing chess with is not simple.
"As expected of the Eighth Sword Immortal!" After praising, Mei Siren stopped delving into further details and returned to the topic, "So, what specific help do you want from me?"
Bazun looked at him deeply: "Teach me the sword!"
Teaching swordsmanship?
The people in Meisi were shocked.
Of course, it was impossible for him to interpret Bazun Shu's words as meaning that he wanted to teach the opponent swordsmanship. How could he start teaching this?
The other person's implication could only be that he wanted to teach someone the way of ancient sword cultivation.
Who could it be?
What a great honor!
How noble does it have to be to have Ba Zunzun personally come forward and persuade people to teach swordsmanship?
Without thinking carefully, Mei Si responded: "This seems to be your strength as well? And 'teaching swords' cannot be considered a 'violent activity'."
"Of course not." Bazun smiled knowingly, "Unfortunately, I am busy playing chess and can't spare time to teach others."
There was no time... Mei Si was choked by this reason.
You don’t have time, so you ask me to teach you. Is this so logical that it’s a bit outrageous?
Is the old man like that, a person who has plenty of time?
Feeling sullen in his chest, Mei Siren opened his mouth and laughed "hehe" and stopped talking.
In fact, he and Ba Zunzhen have not met much here, and they have no good friendship. Naturally, they will not think of agreeing to the other party's unreasonable request.
"How is it?" Bazun asked with a smile as he was familiar with it but seemed not to notice Mr. Siren's expression and language.
Mei Siren paused. The person on the other end was obviously not really stupid and failed to understand what he meant.
Can "teach people"...
Meisi people never like to be forced.
He teaches people to rely solely on fate and God's will. He will not force anyone, nor will he deliberately force fate or encounter.
Expecting this, Mei Siren responded silently, but with a "swipe" sound, he opened the folding fan in his hand, pointed the fan at the two people in front of him, and shook it gently.
The wind is howling by the river, why do we need a paper fan to keep us cool?
But when the paper fan was twisted out, the eyes of the Eight Masters and the Storyteller stopped and fell on the fan.
On it, there are three large Chinese characters:
"I reject."
The storyteller was stunned.
He watched closely and never saw Mr. Mito change the paper fan.
When the other party appeared, he had the paper fan in his hand.
Doesn't this mean that Mr. Si Ren has made up his mind from the very beginning that it is impossible to accept his brother's request, and he never wants to get involved with the Holy Slave?
yes!
If he accepts this, is he more than just a "teacher of swordsmanship"?
This directly means that Mr. Siren has entered the arena, and the camp he has chosen is the "Holy Slaves" - the opposite of the Holy Temple!
The storyteller knows that Mr. Si Ren can be alone because he has no position, never takes any side, and is only obsessed with the art of swordsmanship.
Beside them, the Eight Masters and the Storyteller were thinking quite differently.
He was not at all surprised, and quickly looked away from the three characters on the fan, as if he had never seen it before.
"Mr. Siren, there are times when you cherish your talents, right?" He meant something, as if he was recalling the scene of the young man wielding a sword at the end of the world, and the scene where Wen Ting and Wen Ting met the Meisi people in the snow.
Mei Siren read the meaning of the opposite person and did not respond. He still gently shook the folding fan in his hand:
I reject!
Ba Zunzhen did not give up and asked: "If, then is he a great talent like me?"
Mei Siren's movements froze.
Such boasting would turn around and leave if it were applied to others.
But when Bazun said this, his heart moved.
However, the beating of the heart represents death.
Mei Siren didn't want to take such a risk, so he waved the paper fan again and said with a smile: "I appreciate talents, but I have never been a good teacher, and I don't like to force myself in everything..."
"What if he is Xu Xiaoshou?" Ba Zunzun interrupted with a turbid gaze.
The storyteller looked sideways, surprised.
He had not previously known that the Eight Masters knew the purpose of this trip.
But when Ba Zunzhen said in person that he was here for Xu Xiaoshou, the storyteller suddenly felt a little...jealous?
Brother, have you ever been so kind to someone?
Mei Siren stopped shaking the fan again and raised his brows. After three breaths, his expression calmed down and he said: "So that's it... But if the person who teaches the sword is Xu Xiaoshou, this It’s even more impossible.”
"Why?" asked the storyteller.
Mei Siren glanced at him and said with a smile: "To be honest, I have met Xu Xiaoshou and wanted to teach him. Unfortunately, he did not accept the kindness."
The Eight Masters seemed to have known everything for a long time and said calmly: "Xu Xiaoshou has a very high self-esteem. He only accepts the hard and not the soft. To put it bluntly, he is arrogant. He was even forced to become a disciple by Sang Qiye because he has I have a relationship at the back, so I won’t accept Mr. Siren’s kindness.”
This is too plain to say, and it already means "As long as I am here, he is right to refuse, because he really doesn't need you."
If it were anyone else, Mei Siren would have turned around and left, but if Bazun was familiar with it, he would have recognized it.
However, the facts can be recognized, but Mei Si can never accept the other party's implication. He said with a funny face: "Is it possible that I still want to force him to teach him swordsmanship?"
"Of course not. This is not in line with Mr. Siren's style. It is too out of style." Bazun shook his head, "You cannot have normal contact with people like Xu Xiaoshou."
Mei Siren unconsciously closed his folding fan and knocked it gently, but did not ask any questions.
When you ask, you reveal your thirst for knowledge.
But Ba Zunzhen had already seen that Mei Siren was moved by him, or in other words, the other party had been moved by Xu Xiaoshou for a long time, but he had no choice but to leave in the end.
If Xu Xiaoshou really wanted to agree, maybe the Meisi people would have joined in!
To be honest, what kind of "teacher" wouldn't like Xu Xiaoshou's talent?
Thinking of Xu Xiaoshou, Ba Zunzhen thought of Sang Lao.
To deal with Xu Xiaoshou, you need someone like Mr. Sang, not a meek guy like Mei Si!
Ever since, Ba Zunji grinned and said: "Mr. Siren, you might as well think about it from another angle. Xu Xiaoshou is so talented that you don't really need to 'teach' him. As long as you can make him understand what he should 'learn', My request is granted."
Not "teaching", but allowing them to "learn"?
Meisi people were doubtful, but Chrysostom was finally told: "I would like to hear the details."
"Hit him!" Bazun said concisely and concisely.
beat?
The storyteller on the side looked back at his brother in shock, and his expression suddenly became strange.
The Meisi people were also frightened.
Hit someone?
How can this be accomplished?
How is this the way to be a teacher?
Bazun knew that both of them had misunderstood what he meant, so he sighed and explained:
"Mr. Siren, Xu Xiaoshou is a very human being. He needs a 'teaching', not a 'teacher'. He will act in any normal situation and will not cause any trouble for him...
"But hitting him is different!"
Bazun's expression suddenly became vivid. Under the surprised and suspicious gazes of Mei Si people, he said:
"Xu Xiaoshou is a rebellious person by nature. As I said before, he will take the tough and not the soft. He will never appreciate your good advice.
“But if you hit him, scold him, humiliate him, he will feel hatred and want revenge.
"This person's character is... special, but his learning ability is extremely strong. If you humiliate him with swordsmanship, he will have the idea of 'treating others with his own way', and then he will learn what you use and use it. What you learn.
"In this way, hasn't our goal been achieved?"
After the eight masters finished their talk, the Meisi people and the storyteller listened blankly, and then they both fell silent.
Is this too much understanding of Xu Xiaoshou?
I think too...the storyteller has mixed emotions.
Is it really possible... The people of Meisi are still wondering.
He soon realized, why did he do this hard work?
It was clear that Ba Zunzhen didn't want to do such a bad thing and make people angry, so he called him here.
There is no such thing as "I don't have time" or "it is not suitable for strenuous activities". They are all excuses!
"Using hatred to stimulate people's desire to learn is such a despicable and despicable method. I can't do it." Mei Siren sneered, then opened the "I refuse" folding fan with a brush and slowly waved it.
If you refuse, then go away, why are you still here... Bazun knows what's funny in his heart, but he still gives a solution to the problem seriously:
"Mr. Siren is serious, this is not a tactic, but to deal with someone...well, teach students in accordance with their aptitude.
"Since you are afraid that Xu Xiaoshou will be resentful, it is very simple. You only need to give him some comfort and hints while beating him.
"With Xu Xiaoshou's intelligence, he will definitely be able to understand it, and then feel grateful.
"Both sticks and jujubes go together. I believe that sir is much more experienced in dealing with such bad students than I am."
The Eight Masters shut up at the right moment, leaving Mei Siren alone in deep thought.
Well, the storyteller was also deep in thought, but his thoughts seemed to have strayed to an unknown place.
After a long time, the paper fan was closed again. Mei Si struck his palms and pretended to ask: "Old man, why do I need to help you?"
Because he is Xu Xiaoshou... Bazun knows it well.
Who among the sword cultivators in the Eastern Region didn't know that Mei Si and Yu Tu fought in a martial arts battle, and ended up losing completely?
Because Mr. Yu Tu had trained an eighth sword immortal, Mei Si people were all over the world, but not even one could master it.
But at this time, Mr. Siren couldn't save face and needed an excuse. Bazun Shu understood it very well.
"This is a request from this junior, and in return, I can send you to the City in the Sky." Bazun said with a knowing smile, "There, there is what every spiritual refiner in the world longs for, the saintly foundation!"
Do I lack this thing... Mei Si's voice rang out, and he looked at Bazun Shu with an expressionless face, but saw the opposite face also had a calm face, with the pearl of wisdom in hand.
It seems that Ba Zunzhen thought that the conditions he gave were very tempting to him.
Mei Si suddenly smiled.
This is indeed very tempting.
But it's not the "canonized Daoji", but the person Xu Xiaoshou.
"Being a saint or something like that, you and I are both ancient sword cultivators, so there's no need to talk about it, because it's meaningless."
Mei Siren shook his head and said: "As for Xu Xiaoshou, I can help you, but the conditions are not what you said, and I don't lack anything for the time being... Just think of it as a favor that you owe me!"
As soon as these words came out, the storyteller's thoughts were brought back to reality, and he looked at him with a look of surprise.
Ba Zunzun was stunned for a moment, and the next second, color bloomed on his face.
It’s good to owe a favor!
If you are an ordinary person, it is difficult to repay a favor, so it is best not to owe it.
But when an old man like Mei Si, who has no worries and no position in his life, will really let himself help, wouldn't it be equivalent to announcing to the world that he is on the side of the Holy Slave?
Ba Zunzhen almost thought that he heard wrongly, but he would rather make a mistake than give the other party a chance to change his mind, so he immediately took over the words: "Sir, I have great respect for my talent. If you are asked, you can speak at any time. Why do you need favors?"
The Meisi man banged his paper fan and said with a smile: "It will happen."
After saying this, Ba Zunzun suddenly realized that the other person had already understood the misunderstanding his words would cause.
But this is actually not a misunderstanding at all!
Meisi people have already wanted to join the game!
"Xu Xiaoshou, where are you now?" Mei Siren asked, as if he couldn't wait a moment and wanted to beat someone.
Ba Zunzhen suddenly fell silent. The other person was so frank. He felt ashamed for preparing his back-up plan.
"Huh?" Mei Si said with a nasal voice, as if he smelled the smell of conspiracy again.
Bazun sighed: "Sir, when you see Xu Xiaoshou again, you should be... on Void Island."
The Meisi people were stunned immediately.
Void Island?
Doesn't this mean that as long as he agrees to the Eight Masters, no matter what, he will go to Void Island with the help of the Holy Slave, and then be recognized by the Holy Temple as having chosen a side, and is also the opposite of the Holy Temple?
"The Eighth Sword Immortal is indeed a prodigy in gaming. He plays chess and chess... It turns out that this old man is also a chess piece." Mei Si smiled half-heartedly.
"Ahem..." Bazunzhen coughed twice in embarrassment and did not dare to answer, "What about Xu Xiaoshou?"
"Hmph!" Mei Siren snorted heavily and pointedly said, "A decrepit student is no worse than Yu Tu's apprentice!"
After saying this, he opened the paper fan again and shook it slowly.
This time, what is aimed at the two saint slaves is not the side with the three big words "I refuse", but the other side that has been hidden all this time:
"make a deal!"
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