Master Yushu chose Anping and led him to join the Qingcheng sect. After deciding on the candidate, the child would immediately say goodbye to his family and follow him to his master's sect.
As for the failed Amao, Master Yushu did not completely ignore him. Due to the bandit incident, Amao had difficulty gaining a foothold in the village, and the village chief also talked to him about this matter.
As the head of a village, although the old man was also annoyed with Amao's selfishness, he was still a child he watched grow up. He couldn't bear that the other party would live in such a muddle-headed state for the rest of his life, so he also privately begged Master Yushu for hope. The other party also accepted Amao.
Master Yushu did not agree to accept a disciple, but because of Amao's life-saving grace, he promised that he would take Amao away and would not leave him homeless.
At first, Master Yushu's idea was to find a suitable family for the other person on his way back to the mountain, leave money and ask them to adopt Amao. When the other person grows up, he will prepare a job for the other person to make a living and protect the other person. A life of peace can be regarded as repaying the grace of saving a life.
However, after knowing the vastness of Jianghu, Amao's heart could no longer accommodate this small village. He and Anping left with Master Yushu, but in the face of Master Yushu's sincere words, he said nothing. I couldn't even hear the words.
Regarding the priorities, Master Yushu was not rigid about doing everything at once. He first took his two children across the mountains again. This time, they did not encounter Qian Xiaoxiao who blocked their way.
After successfully crossing the mountain, he officially entered the Shu land. Master Yushu gradually let go of his hanging heart. He first wrote a letter to his master, and then stopped here.
While waiting for the master's reply, Master Yushu did not forget to teach his two children. Although he did not choose Amao, he did not stop them from watching and learning while teaching martial arts.
Anping and Amao learned skills together, and the difference was obvious. Amao only needed three times to master the moves, while Anping needed ten or even twenty times to master the moves.
The more he practiced, the more Amao despised and even despised Anping. At the same time, the hatred towards Master Yushu in his heart became stronger.
He didn't understand that martial arts was the most important thing in the martial arts world. To give up a talented person like himself and instead teach a piece of wood, Master Yushu was so biased.
Thinking about the fact that he had saved his life from Master Yushu, Amao was even more unable to suppress the resentment in his heart.
Once the seeds of hatred are planted, they are difficult to remove. After they take root and sprout, they will soon bear the flowers of evil. Master Yushu does not know this, or in other words, even if he knows, he may not be able to eliminate evil. The ruthlessness in swaddling clothes.
As time passed, Amao watched the relationship between Master Yushu and Anping become more and more natural, and looked at the smile on the silly boy's face. The hatred in his heart rolled like a wave.
It is worth mentioning that the luggage carried by Master Yushu had long been lost in the flash flood, which was why the other party chose to stop when they got out of the mountain.
The place where the three of them lived temporarily was an ordinary but extraordinary Taoist temple. It was ordinary because the Taoist temple was small and old, and its disciples were nowhere to be found, as if it had been abandoned.
But it is unusual because this Taoist temple is not ownerless. When the three of them arrived, the person they met at the Taoist temple was actually a monk.
The monk was wearing a cassock and turned his back to everyone. He never showed his true face. He only said that the master of the Taoist temple was out visiting friends. If the three of them wanted to stay, they could stay as they pleased.
Master Yushu may have noticed something was wrong, but he did not say anything, but happily chose to stay.
On this day, Master Yushu was still teaching Anping in the front yard. Ah Mao was already familiar with those moves. He didn't bother to practice martial arts with Anping and wandered around the temple alone, bored.
The Taoist temple was not big, but there was an air of twilight inside and out, and there were unswept dust and cobwebs everywhere, which made him really doubt that people could live here.
As Amao walked, he arrived at the backyard, where the monk lived. Thinking of the other party's lukewarm voice, he shrank his neck and wanted to look back.
The moment he turned around, a strange Taoist blocked his retreat, startling him.
"Who are you?" Amao asked subconsciously.
The Taoist looked down at him and suddenly sighed in a low voice: "He has a good taste, but you are indeed far behind that kid."
Amao was stunned, followed by boundless anger. He almost didn't need to point it out. The look in his eyes immediately reminded him of that bastard in Anping.
Amao seemed to be able to hear a hint of contempt in the other party's words, as well as a bit of ridicule for his overestimation of his abilities.
"What did you say!" Amao exploded. Although he knew that he had gotten into trouble as soon as he said the words, the anger from above gave him the courage to face the other party directly at this moment.
The Taoist looked at Amao, stepped a little, and suddenly disappeared from the other person's sight. Before Amao could recover from the surprise, he realized that his feet had left the ground, and the surrounding scenery was like an afterimage. The same goes backwards.
The man picked up Amao and brought him to a small house in the corner of the backyard. Amao, who was in shock, had just landed on his feet. Before he could take a breath, a force came from his back, and he exclaimed With a sound, he was kicked directly into the house by the other party.
After falling into the room, Amao screamed in pain. Before he could curse the words in his chest, the strange burnt smell hit his face and made him almost spit out his overnight meal.
Amao covered his mouth and nose and raised his head suddenly. In the dim room, he saw a large, disgusting mass of burnt black mixed together. Although he couldn't see what it was, the pungent smell was definitely something he had smelled in his life. The most disgusting thing ever.
"Take a look clearly." The man's voice sounded like a ghost behind him.
Amao trembled all over and subconsciously followed the other person's instructions. He pinched the wall and got up while holding back his nausea. He walked forward for a while, trying to see clearly what the darkness was.
Snap.
Amao, who had just walked a few steps away, seemed to have accidentally stepped on something. He looked down, his eyes widened, and he suffered a cardiopulmonary arrest.
It was a severed palm. Amao stood there blankly. The next second, his mouth opened to its maximum unconsciously and he was about to scream, but he was covered by the Taoist behind him.
The Taoist ignored Amao's struggle and asked calmly: "I heard that you really want to become Yushu's disciple?"
Amao struggled in fear, but the Taoist's hand was like an iron pincer, and he couldn't break free. After a long while, he was finally forced to recover from the panic.
Sensing the change in Amao, the Taoist let go of his hand. Amao, who collapsed on the ground like a dead dog, heard the repeated question again: "Do you want to become Yushu's disciple?"
Amao was shaking all over. He shook his head repeatedly and cried out: "I don't want to! I don't want to anymore! Please - don't kill me!"
The man snorted coldly, shook his hands and left the room. His voice soon came from outside: "It is indeed a waste, old monk, I will leave him to you."
"Amitabha, the donor has good intentions, but the poor monk is disrespectful."
Amao looked at the monk who walked into the room in horror. Before he could ask for mercy, the monk pointed a finger at him, making him unable to make a sound.
"Don't worry, little benefactor, this poor monk will not harm your life." With that, the monk opened Amao's mouth, took out a bottle of medicine and drank it for him.
The moment it entered his throat, pain filled Amao's body, but he could not make a sound. His body rolled and curled up subconsciously, and his blurred vision was filled with the charred black mass. At this moment, Amao seemed to have arrived in hell.
(End of chapter)
