The second day.
The two left the inn, with the old man riding a horse and Xie Wule following behind.
"First of all, I want to teach you to respect your teachers. Do you understand?" The old man took a sip of wine. It feels so good. When was the last time I had wine for two days in a row?
"Disciple understands." Xie Wule replied, etiquette is the most basic, anywhere and in any era.
For half a month, the old man didn't teach Xie Wule anything. What he said was to hone Xie Wule's character first.
"Remember, if you have a bad character, no matter how good your talent is, it will be in vain. Only by being calm can you go further." The old man said with a slick mouth while riding a white horse holding a roast chicken in his hand.
In the past half month, the old man has been eating and drinking all the time, drinking every day, and he is so free and happy.
Xie Wule walked slowly while holding the horse, and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Although he wanted to learn martial arts early, that's how it was to learn martial arts from a master.
In the first few months, it all depends on your character. If your character is not good, it is normal for others to directly drive you away. What's more, I didn't even give the old man a apprenticeship ceremony, so I couldn't complain.
The old man threw away the roast chicken he had eaten, wiped his hands on his body, and touched his belly, as if he had gained a little weight. He glanced at Xie Wule and thought for a while.
"Disciple, what do you want to learn?" I haven't taught anything for so long. What if this kid runs away soon? And you don’t just learn whatever you want, you have to see if I will tell you more.
Although the old man kept talking about respecting teachers and teaching and observing etiquette, he actually didn't understand it himself.
Xie Wule was so happy that he had to teach himself something in just half a month! He turned around and said to the old man respectfully: "Master, I want to learn to sword."
Xie Wule learned many weapons, but for some reason he was particularly fond of swords.
After hearing this, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was learning swordsmanship. If he was learning swordsmanship or something, he really didn't know how to do it.
"Yes, yes, but you have to go somewhere first." The old man nodded.
After another two days of driving, the two came to an unknown mountain. They didn't go very far when they saw a large open space and a thatched hut.
I looked around and there seemed to be no one around.
"This is right here." The old man pointed at the thatched cottage and suddenly wanted to realize something: "Your master is a reclusive master, so he lives here."
But no expert says he is an expert. Xie Wule felt that everything the old man said was flawed, but he refrained from saying it.
After tying the horse behind the house, Xie Wule followed the old man to the door.
The old man pushed open the door, and dust suddenly filled the room, causing the two of them to cough. When he walked in, there were a lot of dusty debris in the corner. Xie Wule looked up and saw that there were still several holes in the roof!
The old man blushed and coughed loudly: "Go find something to mend the roof, and I will find something for you."
The old man has not been back here for a long time. He is venomous and cheats everywhere. He has offended too many people. He is afraid that someone will be here to guard him and he does not dare to come back.
After Xie Wule left, the old man squatted in the corner where the debris was piled, turning over and over.
"Ahem, cough, there's so much dust." The old man rummaged for a long time and found a sword with the tip broken off. He stroked the dust off and stood up with a curse.
Just as he was about to go out, he saw Xie Le coming back with a thatch at the door and said, "You have to mend the roof and clean the house. I have to go out again."
"Okay." Xie Wule agreed.
After wandering around in the forest for a while, the old man found a solid bamboo, walked around it and nodded.
This time I came out to find something for Xie Wule to make a sword for practice. I wanted to make a wooden sword, but I only had a broken sword and couldn't stand the trouble, so I had to find a smaller solid bamboo tree to make it.
"It's just you."
After a while, the old man broke it, wiped his sweat, and looked at the broken sword in his hand: "It's strange that it's still so sharp after so many years."
He had no memory of where this broken sword came from, and he had never used it much. It would be embarrassing to use a broken sword, and he would rather not use it than take it out to be embarrassed.
Back at home, Xie Wule quickly started cleaning the house.
"Master, I will go out to find some firewood, and we will eat it at night." The old man leaned the bamboo against the house, threw down the two rabbits and left.
The moon and stars were sparse, and a bonfire was bright in front of the thatched cottage.
"Disciple, you don't know how cunning two rabbits are. If I hadn't shot two sword energy in time to destroy their brains from the body, they would have run away."
The old man wolfed down the food. He was so lucky today. He actually picked up two rabbits that were killed on the road. He will go and see if he can pick them up tomorrow.
"Sword Qi? This disciple has never heard of it, so he asked the master for advice." Xie Wule heard about it for the first time and was very curious.
The old man's face turned dark. How did he know what this sword energy was? He just saw it in a novel he picked up, and today he wants to tell it to show off. Why is this kid so curious about everything?
"Sword energy." The old man tried to recall the content of the novel: "It is the light of the sword. When your cultivation reaches a certain level, you can make it materialize and leave the body to hurt people."
"You're still too young, I'll teach you when you reach that level." The old man didn't care if it was right or not. He was using all the vocabulary he had learned throughout his life. He wanted to fool this kid first.
Xie Wule nodded secretly. When he was taking care of the rabbits just now, he did find damage to the inside of their heads, just as the master said. The respect in my heart increased by three points.
It seems that my master is quite reliable except when he is unreliable.
After dinner, the old man asked Xie Wule to go into the house and take a rest early. He sat alone by the campfire and scratched his hair. How should he teach him?
early morning.
"Disciple, today you go to the town to buy some food and come back, buy more dry food, and then you will have to practice hard in the mountains." The old man wants to send Xie Wule away, but now he can delay it for one day, and he has to think carefully about how to do it. manage.
Xie Wule agreed, but was stopped when he was about to leave.
"By the way, I'll make a glass of wine for my teacher. You don't have to be in a hurry to come back and have more fun. After today, we won't have this day again."
Xie Wule was a little touched. His master still thought about him.
After Xie Wule left, the old man lit a fire, heated up the rabbit that he had not eaten last night, and wolfed it down.
"It's okay, it's okay. The kid didn't leave, so he really didn't have enough to eat."
After dinner, the old man used a broken sword to cut off the excess part of the bamboo he had chopped yesterday, making it about twenty inches long that could be held in one hand.
Roast the excess moisture on a bonfire and keep rotating it to prevent the bamboo knots from bending.
After a long time, the old man stood up and waved the bamboo stick in his hand several times, and the sound of breaking wind came.
The old man nodded with satisfaction. After the bamboo joints were roasted, they were full of toughness and hard.
The old man was lying on the open ground, looked at the bamboo stick leaning against the house, jumped up and cursed: "Why doesn't that kid come back? Could it be that he ran away? Old man, I'm going to starve to death."
"Hey, why didn't we pick up a rabbit today?" The old man sighed and lay down on the ground again, pillowing his hands on his head: "Sleep well, and you won't be hungry when you sleep."
The old man used to be hungry all the time, but recently he was using Xie Wule's money to eat and drink, and he was not used to being hungry anymore.
I don't know how long it took, but Xie Wule came back with his horse.
The old man found the strength and jumped up from the ground: "Good boy, you came back so late, do you know that you will be hungry as a teacher..."
"Do you know that my teacher is worried about you to death? I thought you met Kong Er again."
"Didn't you tell me to play more?" A warm current flowed through Xie Wule's heart, and the master still cared about him.
The old man came back to his senses and seemed to have said it himself. He was a little embarrassed and said with a deep breath: "I forgive you this time, but I have to watch the time next time, you know?"
"I understand, Master."
The old man hurriedly unloaded the food from the white horse, grabbed the roast chicken with one hand, and started to gnaw.
The old man handed the bamboo stick to Xie Wule: "Take it. Tomorrow, I will start teaching you how to use the sword."
Seeing Xie Wule looking at the bamboo stick in surprise, the old man said with a serious expression: "I am afraid that you will hurt yourself with the sword, so I will let you use a bamboo stick instead."
Xie Wule suddenly realized that the master was the master, and he had thought so carefully.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't say that he had no money to buy a sword. Hey, no, I asked this guy to buy two of them today and he'll be back soon? I've wanted a complete sword for a long time. Forgot to forget.
In the evening, the two of them were sitting by the campfire as before. Xie Wule picked up the broken sword, and a piece of hair fell on the blade and broke instantly: "Is this?"
The old man hurriedly snatched Duanjue from his hand, his cheeks were hot, but his expression was still serious: "This is my master's fairy sword!"
"Immortal sword?" Xie Wule had not long ago learned that there are superior, middle, and inferior swords, and now he was very interested in hearing about the fairy sword. In the novels he read, only swords used by immortals can be considered fairy swords.
"Yes, it's the fairy sword!" the old man said solemnly. He was so anxious just now that he didn't have time to think about the fairy sword in detail. Now he has to find a way to get it back.
"My sword is rare in this world. It is made of something from heaven. It can break stone and iron!"
"I think back then, I fought with the best swordsman in the world for 300 rounds, and the fight was so dark. The sword energy we wielded was enough to split mountains and seas!"
"No other famous master in the world dares to watch the battle within three hundred miles. They are afraid of being affected by our aftermath and losing their lives."
"My sword skills are rare in the world, and my sword energy is unparalleled. I beat the best swordsman in the world back hundreds of steps, and did not dare to confront me head-on!"
"I used an invincible sword move and ran straight towards him, and he also used an invincible sword move to kill me."
The old man spent his whole life learning but he really couldn't come up with a nice and domineering recruitment name.
"Crack, crack, crack, we exchanged countless moves. In the end, I lost half of his moves, was knocked down, and suffered serious injuries that almost killed me. Of course, it was not as good for him as I made a big gash on his chest. "
The old man danced and blew, and ended up exhausted and exhausted.
Xie Wule listened with great interest, feeling that it was more exciting than the novels he had read before when he was free.
Seeing this, the old man felt relieved. It seemed that he had been deceived.
"Master, who is the best swordsman in the world?" Xie Wule looked at the old man with admiration.
"Yes, yes, yes, oops, even if you tell me, you don't recognize it. I will tell you again when your skills can reach one percent of those of a teacher."
The old man looked at Xie Wule's sincere eyes and felt that he couldn't bear to fool such an idiot. So he closed his eyes and continued to fool around: "At that time, I will give you this fairy sword as a gift. How about it?"
"Really?"
"Is there still a lie?" The old man opened one eye and looked at Xie Wule beside him. Isn't this kid really a fool?
"Thank you, Master, thank you so much, Master." Xie Wule's eyes sparkled and he was full of yearning for the path of practicing martial arts.
"You go and rest first, we will start formal martial arts practice tomorrow," the old man said to Xie Wule.
Xie Wule lay on the bed, suppressing his inner excitement and closing his eyes.
Xie Wule was still doubtful before, but now he has completely given up the idea.
I didn’t expect that my master, who seemed to be an old man, was so unfathomable! A broken sword can blow hair and break it.
He was so kind to me and even let me sleep on the only bed...
If the old man knew what Xie Wule was thinking now, he would definitely think, if I don't treat you well, you will run away soon, will I still be alive?
The old man was sitting by the campfire, looking at the broken sword in his hand and running his fingers over the blade.
The next second, he jumped up and held his finger in his mouth, throwing Duanjue aside: "What kind of crap is his grandma's?"
Looking at the broken sword thrown out, the old man muttered to himself after a while: "It can't really be a good sword."
