Chapter 36

"Master."

The young man in white stood outside the account, and Xiqiang soldiers patrolling in the distance. The gazes that the soldiers occasionally cast were malicious, especially those gazes in the female disciple's tent. If it weren't for the prohibition on it, they could not stop them from doing anything vicious. The young man in white clenched his fists fiercely. As usual, he had a hundred ways to goug these people's eyes.

But now, they are trapped here, as if they were trapped in the shackles of playthings and rare birds, let them knead and enjoy them, helpless.

"Master, the news came, and the little brother went back to Central Plains."

An old man with gray hair was sitting at the mouth of the tent, his complexion was vicissitudes of life, let the years crawl over the corner of his eyes, the mundane dust filled the bun. The old man closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, as if there were no outsiders here, only their masters and apprentices.

In fact, the old man knew that not only he, but also the disciples and grandchildren who were locked up in several other tents. They are like a fish in a cauldron, a swallow in a dangerous nest, let alone the flesh. Now Mifen plays peacefully, just lingering.

Their nameless valley has really fallen into distress.

Previously, the second disciple Zangfeng was just at odds with the "nobleman," so he was fed with poison and thrown into the river. He still doesn't know his life or death. Yan Mobei, the only free young disciple, is more like a prisoner than those who are behind bars. He should be an eagle, but he is chained and forced to become a running dog.

Whenever he thinks about this, the old man's heart is like a fire, like ants gnawing, sleepless. He couldn't help coughing a few times when he was excited. The disciple next to him quickly touched him up and looked at the poisonous blood he coughed up with grief and anger in his eyes.

"Master!"

The old man waved his hand and said after a moment:

"Xiao Bei returned to the Central Plains. This is an opportunity."

"Yun'er, my nameless valley has passed on for a hundred years, so I can't insult it."

The big disciple was taken aback for a moment, and then as if he had realized something, the numb eyes gradually lit up.

However, this radiance is like the afterglow of the setting sun, brilliant, but it makes people sad.

He slowly fell to his knees, begging the old man.

"Yes, Master."

...

"Master said that he is a master of the world, and I will become a hero of the world."

With the memory of an eight-year-old child, Yan Xiaobei and Qin Shan reunited, and after looking for an opportunity, he brag about his mentorship with him.

"He also said that although my senior brothers, second seniors and third senior sisters, are all top martial arts practitioners, they are still inferior to my roots. When I become successful in martial arts, I will be the 44th world in Wuminggu. the first."

Qin Shan listened to the brag and didn't care about it, but the next words made him listen carefully.

"But the master said, it doesn't really matter who is the number one in the world. But since everyone is arguing, instead of falling into the hands of people with unpredictable hearts, it's better for us to earn it back. With this signboard, what will the people of the world do in the future? , Always be cautious about our thoughts. So when someone wants to do bad things, they can't be so blatant."

A childish language, but he said a lot of hard work.

Qin Shan turned around and asked, "What else did your master say?"

"He asked me to practice martial arts well, but he scolded me not to practice martial arts well." Yan Xiaobei touched his head and said, "I once practiced light gong and went to a tree to pick a bird to play, and I was beaten by the master. Once again, I and the outer door The disciple fought, I let him win, and was beaten by the master again."

"You didn't ask why?"

"Ask. Master said that all things are psychic and sentient beings are sentient beings. Birds, beasts and human beings are only one step away from reincarnation. If I kill for the sake of my stomach, it will not be a big mistake. If I kill for play, I will grow up in the future. A heartless abuser. Instead of harming others in the future, it is better to clean up the teacher's door now."

Yan Xiaobei said aggrieved: "I was beaten so I couldn't get out of bed for three days."

Qin Shan smiled slightly, "Then why are you not allowed to let other disciples?"

"The master said that since he has learned martial arts, he can't help but go out. Since he is out of the house, it is inevitable that he will have to argue with others. I let the disciple think it is for his good. But if he makes him think that martial arts are advanced, he will be arrogant. Your heart. Once you go out to provoke someone you shouldn't provoke, you're surrendering your life. Then I'm not really hurting others."

Yan Xiaobei said: "So since then, as long as I can fight, I will fight fiercely, not letting go."

Qin Shan thought of the little disciples who had been bullied by Yan Mobei in Wuming Gu, and suddenly he didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. Come to think of it, the domineering style that Yan Mobei cultivated in the valley is also supported by his master.

When he was imprisoned in Wuming Valley, he only had a relationship with the head of Wuming Valley. At that time, he was full of hatred and had no time to care about other things. Thinking about it now, he only remembered the old man sighing slightly. As for Wuminggu, apart from Qi Ruowang and Yan Mobei, he only has the little disciple who always delivers meals to them.

I don't know now, how are these people?

He glanced at Yan Mobei, who could have asked, but now he is more ignorant than anyone else. It is really a crime.

Yan Xiaobei ran up and rubbed, "Brother Shan, teach me how to practice swords."

Qin Shan raised his hand, lazily pointing at the plum tree next to him.

"When can you sweep away all the dead branches and leaves on the tree, I will teach you again."

Yan Xiaobei hummed, took the sword and went to catch the ants under the tree.

"Hey, Qin leads the beauty by the side and is so caring. Isn't the life so cool?" A joke came from diagonally.

"Xi Chenshui."

Qin Shan didn't raise his eyelids, "If you step on my table again, I will go out and know Wan Chengxuan, and you will hide here."

Xi Chenshui, who was about to fall to the tabletop from mid-air, had a stiff face, changed his direction halfway through the life, and landed on the bluestone.

"I knew to threaten me with this. If I have a secret, I would rather tell Lao Pu than tell me. If I didn't happen to run into it, when would you tell me that you picked up Yan Mobei back." Shui said angrily, "I'm exhausted outside, are you just doing this to me, sad."

"The fewer people you know, the better." Qin Shan said lightly, not concealing his selfishness.

"Hmph, what about the secrets, do you see anything famous?"

Qin Shan shook his head, "In my opinion, it is just an ordinary sword score."

"In some people's eyes, it's different." Xi Chenshui said cleverly, "Maybe Xiao Yi knows the secret inside, so I'll go to him to make idioms someday."

Qin Shan immediately said solemnly: "I asked you to pretend to be Qi Ruowang, just a stopgap measure. But I didn't let you tease Xiao Yi with this. After all, he is familiar with Qi Ruowang. If he sees through his identity, you are in a very dangerous situation."

"Don't worry." Xi Chenshui didn't care. "Xiao Yi was devilish as soon as he saw Qi Ruowang's shadow. How can I care about whether I am true or false? I will pay attention to the measure."

Qin Shan was not very relieved, and was about to warn a few more words, when Yan Xiaobei's cheering voice came from beside him.

"I am done, I am!"

"Look, I swept down all plum branches."

The two raised their eyes and saw that under the plum tree, the young man had just collected his sword. And what he cut down was not the dead branches or leaves, but the buds that were ready to be released. Xi Chenshui was about to laugh at this person for a few words, but saw Qin Shan slowly step forward, lower his head, and pick up a fallen flower bud.

I saw that the small flower bud was neatly cut with a cross cut, and the delicate and immature petals quietly leaned out of the cut.

Qin Shan raised his eyes and looked at Yan Xiaobei.

Yan Xiaobei said: "My brother taught me to clean up the plum trees. He must have rejected them and refused to bloom. I cut open the shy little petals and let them all smile for my brother."

He blinked, looking forward to please: "Is your brother happy?"

Xi Chenshui's expression changed, and he walked up quickly. I saw the flower buds falling all over the ground, all of which were forcibly cut open by others, and counted, there were hundreds of them. And the incision was neat and neat, obviously swept down instantly with sword energy.

"This kid, this kid! Really forget all the dust and lose all martial arts." Xi Chenshui couldn't believe it.

"His master said that he is a martial arts genius who is rare in a century."

Qin Shan said lightly, pushing the bud in his hand.

"It seems that this statement is not exaggerated."

"But this wizard made all the buds to please you, hey, this plum tree is not worth seeing this year."

Xi Chenshui sighed beside him, but Qin Shan remembered what Yan Mobei had been taught by his master when he dig out bird eggs when he was a child. At first, he only thought it was Yan Mobei's stubborn childhood, and his master had taught him too much. Now it seems that Yan Mobei's master had already seen that this son has a cruel temperament. That's why we severely suppressed the cruelty. What hurt him is now just a bird, a flower bud. If it is not disciplined, will it eventually become human life?

The buds that could have bloomed all over the ground are now scattered into mud. Yan Xiaobei smiled openly at him, but didn't know what he had done. However, after seeing Qin Shan's face turned ugly, he cautiously said: "Did Xiaobei make a mistake? Brother is not happy." His tone was full of grievances.

Qin Shan sighed. There is no right or wrong in the heart of a child, but it needs people to teach it slowly. If you want to come to Yan Mobei's master, so is it.

"Yan Mobei."

Qin Shan called him by name.

"I teach you swordsmanship."

Yan Xiaobei showed joy.

"However, before you practice the sword, you must be clear. Who can kill and who cannot be killed, I will explain to you one by one." Qin Shan walked back to the table slowly, "The principles you learned are called Qin Wei's eighteenth ban. ."

Under the tragically ravaged plum tree, two people sat opposite each other, one Muai studied and the other taught carefully. The two hearts that originally diverged, by coincidence, gradually moved towards the same road.

Perhaps this amnesia is an opportunity that can be met but not sought.