Que Xiu was shocked and helped his master up. When he saw his face covered with blood, he became furious and pointed with his finger: "You bandits, why did you hurt my master?"
The senior brother sneered and said: "Your master is so powerful that we can't hurt you? But my Blood Edge Sword is stained with dust, and my spirituality is greatly lacking." He made a seal with his right hand, and the Blood Edge Sword suddenly flew up and pointed directly at the palace. Repair the throat.
Que Xiu's face turned pale and he didn't dare to move. Lao Que knelt forward a few steps and carefully wiped the edge of the sword with his lapel, his expression still very pious. "Senior Brother Qian, the dust on the Divine Sword has been removed. Are you satisfied?"
Senior Brother Qian suddenly sheathed his sword, let out a long laugh, and walked away. Several whispers came from behind: "He's just a bad old man, he's learning from others and taking on apprentices. He just wants to find a strong man to replace him and enjoy his leisure time..."
When everyone left, Lao Que got up and cleaned up. Que Xiu was so angry that he wanted to push the cart into the ditch with his backhand, but he had lost his "dragon breath" and could not move it at all.
"Master, they are clearly bullying you, why do you swallow your anger? Why don't you teach them a lesson?"
“Only by enduring what ordinary people cannot endure can great things be accomplished!”
"Forbearance? That's a beautiful statement. People say you don't know magic at all, and you only tell lies and lie. I've had enough. I'll leave immediately and never come back!"
He threw down the cart angrily and walked away. Lao Que scolded him in a low voice: "It's hard to achieve great things if you are so hasty and reckless. In this case, I will give you an explanation tonight!"
Que Xiu was filled with joy and looked forward to it getting dark soon.
They live in a small thatched house next to the valley, with hills made of charcoal in front of them. Three strokes above the moon, Lao Que was still busy sewing and mending, with no intention of bringing up the topic.
Que Xiu probed softly: "Master, you said tonight..."
Lao Que put down his needle and thread and said softly: "Actually, the rumors outside are true. I have indeed lost my magic power!"
He said it so lightly that Que Xiu jumped up in shock. Lao Que signaled him to be quiet and continued: "Why should I teach you? Because I have wisdom and insight that others don't have."
"Where to start? Let me talk about you first. Your surname is Murong, and you and Qingtian are brothers. Just because you were considered an unlucky person when you were born, you would bring disaster to the family, so you were abandoned in the wilderness and will never die. You can’t step into Murong’s house.”
Que Xiu was so shocked that he was speechless and speechless.
"Originally, you were already selected as a disciple last time, but the head of the family saw that you looked familiar. He looked closely and saw that you had similar facial features to Qingtian, and guessed your true identity, so you were abandoned again."
"The Murong family is the head of the four great demon-suppressing families that have been inherited for thousands of years. They are full of talents and have high magical power. They have four halls. The war hall specializes in training demon-suppressing disciples. It is the head of the four halls. The senior brother who provoked the trouble just now is the first disciple. The Hall specializes in training cold-blooded assassins and specializes in secret assassinations. The Qitang is responsible for making weapons and magic weapons, which may seem ordinary, but are actually the cornerstone of the Murong family's inheritance for thousands of years and should not be underestimated."
"What I'm talking about is the spy hall, which specializes in training spies. They are spread throughout the world and are known as 'Dandelions'. Any changes in the world cannot escape the eyes of this spy network."
"But, what does it have to do with us?" Que Xiu asked in confusion.
"Silly boy, such a powerful spy network is like countless pairs of eyes staring at us. If I teach you martial arts, it will reach the ears of the head of the family within a moment."
"But Master, why don't we leave here?"
Lao Que looked at the charcoal mountain in front of him and sighed: "I can't bear to guard this golden mountain!" Que Xiu didn't know what he meant, so the master continued: "I want to find another way and train you with a seemingly ordinary method. , Only in this way can we escape from everyone’s eyes..."
Que Xiu thought hard and couldn't get a clue. Old Que added: "It is said that the Murong family has a fifth hall, but it has never appeared in the world, so no one knows anything about it. It is quite mysterious!"
"Master, I feel like you are planning something? Do you also hate the Murong family?"
Lao Que looked at the moonlight in the sky, and looked away for a long time, with a pain that he had never seen before on his face. "When you have experienced too much suffering, you don't know what hate is? Only the mission in your heart supports your broken body..."
A few days later, Yunyin reported to the head of the family in Yuesheng Pavilion.
"Lao Que set up dozens of big sandbags at the foot of the mountain. His apprentices were shirtless and shuttled among them, punching and kicking with clumsy movements. They were often knocked over by the sandbags. It was really ridiculous!"
Murong Yue remained calm and put down the teacup in his hand, "What do you think about this matter?"
Yun Yin smiled and said: "Old Que saw that he couldn't fool his young apprentice with words, so he came up with this formation to trick the silly boy into staying by his side. Anyone with a discerning eye would laugh out loud at the sight!"
The head of the family fell into meditation and remained silent. After a moment, he ordered: "Ask Junior Brother Xiangyuan to send a few capable spies to keep an eye on him day and night to see if he has any secret moves."
Another seven days later, the meeting came to report: "Old Quetou's master and apprentice, in addition to pulling charcoal ash and making sandbags every day, sometimes they also teach their disciples to write on the ash heap, which is decent. Also, the surveillance People discovered that the apprentice was shoveling ashes on the rocks at the opposite gray mountain at night, and then moved them away, but it seemed that nothing happened."
"Shoveling ashes on the stone? What on earth is he doing?" The head of the family scratched his head, confused.
Xiangyuan smiled and said: "I think the master of the house is worrying too much! I personally detected it there, and there was no trace of the use of magic. I asked the servant who was close to Lao Que to inquire privately, and said that shoveling dust was for the apprentice to exercise his arm strength and work. Energetic!"
Seeing Murong Yue's silence, he added: "Master, please rest assured, I will keep an eye on him at all times and will never let the little shrimp become a sperm under my eyes!"
The head of the family waved him off, still frowning and meditating.
Flowers bloom and fall, five years have passed. The once childish boy has grown into a strong young man. Que Xiu was tall and tall, with dark skin and tendons all over his body. He seemed to have endless strength. He moved the charcoal mountain in front of the thatched house to the side, allowing the first ray of sunlight every day to shine into the house.
Every day he pulls the cart with great speed, even the strongest animals can't keep up. Lao Quetou lived a leisurely life. Sometimes he would take him to the surrounding mountains to talk and give advice.
The spy hall never relaxed its monitoring of them and regularly submitted reports to the family head. Murong Yue often frowned when he saw a few unshakable words.
Xiangyuan came to report again that day. Apart from mentioning that Lao Quetou and his disciples were staying at Xifeng, the rest were the same with nothing new. Murong Yue shook his head as usual, expressing his dissatisfaction.
Xiangyuan smiled and said: "The master of the house has been chasing me for five years. It's time to let go. Although his apprentice is extremely strong, he doesn't have any martial arts skills. Any of my disciples can beat him with their little fingers."
The head of the family nodded and said, "That's it for now. Don't waste any more energy." He turned to look out the window. Above the mountains, everything was revived and full of vitality. "This year is another Year of the Sixth Year. It is my opportunity, Murong, to host the decent martial arts competition. For such a grand event, we should go all out and come out on top!"
