"Little baby, would you like to learn swordsmanship from me?" A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties or fifties asked with a smile as he looked at the teenager in front of him.
"Learning swords? What swords are you learning?" The young man asked doubtfully, holding up the candied haws in his hand.
This young man's eyes always seem to be unable to open, and he looks like he is sleep deprived. However, his pair of eyebrows are very distinctive, like two sharp swords that can fly up and hurt people at any time.
"You see, you and I are destined to meet each other. How about this? I'll sell you this peerless secret book at a cheaper price. I'll sell it to you for two copper coins. No, I'll sell it to you for one copper coin!"
The middle-aged man's clothes couldn't be said to be shabby, but he just kept staring at the candied haws in the young man's hand.
"I'm telling you, uncle, there is a candied haws seller not more than 200 steps away from here. If you want to eat it, just go and buy it yourself, okay? Is it fun to lie to a child?" The young man gave him a sidelong glance. It's a bit contemptuous.
"Am I the kind of person who craves that bite of candied haws?" the middle-aged man said, looking away from the candied haws and staring at the young man in front of him.
"Like!" The young man nodded and said with great certainty.
"You kid! If I hadn't seen your amazing bones, why would I have sold you this unparalleled swordsmanship of my master's sect so cheaply? Let me tell you, there is no shop like this after passing this village. "The middle-aged man threatened, seeming to feel that he had suffered a huge loss.
The young man looked at the thread-bound tattered book in the middle-aged man's hand. Not to mention compared with the books in the academy, even the miscellaneous books on the street stalls were much more well-bound than this one. However, the three words on the cover, which were clearly visible on the back of the paper, looked poor. It is indeed extraordinary and has a bit of a master's style, but I don't know that it was written by a master in the literary world.
Could it be that it was pieced together...
The young man stared at the three characters "Sword Controlling" on the cover and thought silently.
"That's it?" The young man raised his eyebrows and seemed a little unconvinced. To put it in more standard terms, he didn't believe it at all.
The middle-aged man was a little helpless. If the master hadn't said that in order to teach swordsmanship, you must follow the apprenticeship ceremony, or if he had fallen too far under the reputation of our Shushan sect, how could he be so low-minded?
The master has a big heart and said that I, Shushan, will one day become the leader in the righteous way, so I can’t just let him recruit his own disciples. You guys who are disciples have to share the worries of the Shushan sect. Otherwise, when we get there, we will just be a bare commander with six big heads. Bing, it doesn’t sound right to say it, doesn’t it?
So the six apprentices took Shushan as the center and spread out in all directions, starting to look for apprentices for their master and adding more people to Shushan.
The middle-aged man became a little angry when he thought of this. It is certainly a good thing to establish a sect, but have you ever heard the saying that it is indispensable to enter Shu? We have to choose such a place. The surrounding villages are rich in food and clothing. Who is willing to learn swordsmanship from us?
From the perspective of a physical master, there is no way to do this. After all, the Kunlun Sect in the north is so big, and the Yunnan-Guizhou region is full of poisonous insects and miasma. What’s more, the minds of the people there are not yet civilized, let alone further east. , the territory has basically been divided up by the righteous sects, and Shushan is a place that has everything you want on the mountain and everything you want at the bottom, which is suitable for Master.
But how do you say something? There are rare goods to live in, but anything no one wants is cheap. This sect has started smoothly, but this disciple...
In the world that Qi Zhen once lived in, these Shushan disciples who went down the mountain to look for apprentices would have the same meaning as the people who posted small advertisements at the entrance of the gym, showing that they could not get on the stage.
But what else can I say? The teacher has his destiny, and the disciple has his duty. Who asked us to learn other people's crafts?
First of all, the young man in front of him is indeed a good prospect. More importantly, if the senior brother had not already accepted a senior disciple, he would not have to be in such a hurry.
The middle-aged man looked at the young man in front of him, with a look of pleading on his face, and persuaded him nicely: "Otherwise, you can take a look at it first, and then practice according to it when you have nothing to do. It won't work anyway." Damn, the worst case scenario is just to keep in shape, and if you really get some results from training, you can give me the money back later, do you think that’s okay?”
"Then if you can't become a Chou Yinmao, why don't you buy this secret book with your own money?" The young man looked at him sideways and said.
"If you really can't get results from practicing, I'll give you this book for free, okay?" the middle-aged man said helplessly.
"Okay!" The young man nodded, took the broken book, and put it directly into his arms.
"Then I'll come back to you in a few days," the middle-aged man said.
"Farewell, I'll find you later if I practice something. Where do you live?" The young man bit a hawthorn and put it in his mouth, and his cheeks immediately bulged out.
"There." The middle-aged man reached out and pointed back.
Shushan Mountain, covered with white snow, shines in the sunlight.
"Okay, just blow it, see you later."
The young man had just finished school and was about to go home for dinner. He thought to himself that he was such a naive person, and he didn't even draft drafts when he deceived others.
Even the most skilled hunters and woodcutter in the town can't climb that mountain. How can you still live up there if you are physically unable to boil a pot of water?
The young man attended class for a day and ate a few more hawthorns. He was hungry at this time and really didn't want to make fun of the middle-aged man who didn't look like a good person and coughed, so he turned around and walked home.
"Practice hard!" the middle-aged man urged.
"Okay, I got it." The young man waved his hand and said nothing.
…
"Little doll, where is the book I gave you? Have you practiced?"
A month later, almost at the same place, the two "ran into each other unexpectedly" again.
"Why is it you again, uncle?" The young man was a little helpless, thinking to himself, are you looking for me or what?
I'm not a rich person, and I didn't hold a candied haws of sugar in my hand this time. If you need it, could you please find someone younger to cheat?
Seeing that the other party kept staring at him, the young man was unusually embarrassed.
"The book was lost?"
The middle-aged man said this, but felt annoyed in his heart.
The master was lazy, so one of his apprentices gave him a manuscript when he was coming down the mountain. If he lost it, his disciples would have to do it themselves. If the master knew about it, he would probably get scolded.
"Use it, use it." The young man said quickly.
"Used? How?" The middle-aged man felt something was wrong when he heard this and asked.
"It's not like I didn't bring any paper with me when I went to the latrine last time and I used half of it. Then I ran out of firewood for the fire at home and I used half of it for a temporary emergency." The young man said, his voice was inaudible at the end.
"What?!" The middle-aged man thought he heard wrongly.
"Don't worry, don't worry, I've remembered it all in my mind, there's nothing wrong with it." The young man said quickly.
"Is this something you can't remember?!" the middle-aged man laughed angrily.
"Someone is coming, someone is coming! Children are being kidnapped and trafficked in broad daylight!" the boy suddenly shouted.
The town is not big, but there are a lot of people on the street. Most of the neighbors in the street know this half-grown child. When they heard this, they saw the middle-aged man's face, and they crowded around him with evil expressions.
"No, no, I'm not a bad person. I'm asking this kid for directions." The middle-aged man hurriedly waved his hands around, trying to explain.
In the blink of an eye, there is no trace of that child anywhere?
…
"Let me tell you, Master, the way you recruited disciples back then was quite unique."
In the blink of an eye, Wu Tian has become a heroic young man.
Well, there is still some gap between him and his heroic appearance, but the influence of the sword spirit over the years has indeed given this ordinary young man a layer of heroism.
"If I hadn't seen that you are really a young person, how could I have risked being punished by your master and handed over my secret book of Shushan to you so casually? But what about you? Such a good thing, You actually used it to wipe your butt!" Xuan Ye scolded with a smile.
Xuan Ye's appearance had not changed much, perhaps because he had been practicing swordsmanship for many years. At this time, he looked at Wu Tian with a hint of relief.
My own disciple has really grown up for me. In just seven years, not only has he mastered the art of sword control and Ten Thousand Sword Art, but his sword energy is so abundant that he has already surpassed the disciple of his senior brother. How can I not be happy?
"You acted like a liar at that time, how could I dare to believe you?" Wu Tian retorted.
"At that time, we agreed to pay a penny, so you want to return it to me." Xuan Ye said.
"Here's what you can achieve!" Wu Tian glanced at his master, but what he threw out was not a penny, but a cricket jar.
"Hey, there are new products?!" Xuan Ye couldn't wait to open the lid, looked at the lively crickets inside, and smiled broadly.
"Okay?" Wu Tian said.
"No, no, money is money, how can it be exchanged for anything else?" Xuan Ye blurted out without raising his head.
"Then give it back to me."
"Calculate the interest and pay back the money next time." Xuan Ye said with a smile.
"I'm so disrespectful." Wu Tian sighed.
"How can I talk to my master?" Xuan Ye said.
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving now." Wu Tian said.
"In a few days, some monks will go up the mountain. They say they want to discuss with your master about building the Demon Locking Tower. Don't forget to come then." Xuan Ye put away his playful expression and ordered.
"Let's talk about it then. Maybe we have time." Wu Tian said.
"You evil disciple, are you more assertive than me now?" Xuan Ye pretended to be angry.
"I know, I'm leaving." Wu Tian said impatiently.
"Go ahead, go ahead." Xuan Ye waved his hand.
"Don't be too high," he said immediately.
"Aren't you bothered?" Wu Tian rolled his eyes at him, then jumped down the cliff.
Immediately afterwards, a sword light shot into the sky and soared ninety thousand miles!
Wu Tian stepped on the sword, his long hair flying freely at his temples, his eyes slightly closed, like an immortal who forgot his worries.
