Chapter 0 It is said to be a wedge
The wind is blowing and the top of the mountain is cold, and the wrong master is sad.
"Oh, my God...!"
Like a sharp sword, it pointed straight to the sky and the peak of Shangqing Peak, which was covered with smoke all year round. A thin little figure stood motionless on a bulging big stone. As the clothes were flying, the cold wind pulled the head full of green silk and almost overturned people. He turned his back to the bottomless canyon and said endlessly. The unexclear sadness and long sigh.
"Good boy..."
Like a life-threatening charm, the call of the ending sounded faintly. The figure on the stone staggered and almost fell down from the top to perform the ancient version of bungee jumping on the spot - of course, the kind that has no return.
"I can't hear, I can't hear, I can't hear anything..."
The fist clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched. The figure on the stone took a deep breath, and I endured it!
"Good disciple ~ disciple ~ little apprentice good boy ~ ~ come here quickly ~ oh, oh, hey ~ ~ ~" The call that just sounded has a sequel, high and low, with yellow plum tone, it seems to be very happy, "I haven't seen you for a day like that ~ Sanqiu ~ I ~ drop ~ good, apprentice ~ ~ ~"
Which one can stand and who can't stand it! My uncle can put up with my aunt... My aunt can't stand it anymore!
"...day!" I wanted to pretend that I couldn't hear, but the figure on the stone endured and endured, and my nails pinched several wounds in the hands. After all, I couldn't resist the broken work. The inner cow clenched his teeth and jumped off the stone and admitted defeat. "Don't shout, don't shout, I'll go over!"
He pushed open the door of the thatched hut with a heavy pace, and his eyes choked several times when he saw the old man with white hair lying on it - not because the old man's hummed as if he was about to cut off his breath, or because of his old face, which looked whiter than a ghost, but because he was crossing his legs. He leaned leisurely on the clean bedding that he had dried in the morning, with his left hand gourd and his right hand braised pig's feet, a mouthful of wine with a mouthful of meat, and he ate happily.
Yes, pig's feet, he's right. It's indeed the fragrant that was just boiled not long ago. He was not even willing to taste the brine, pig and feet!
"Teacher! Fu!" His little face turned red, and the ten-year-old teenager dressed up gritted his teeth and called. His eyes were like two flying knives. He couldn't wait to go out a few big holes in the hands of the white-haired old man. "That, yes, I, brine, pig, feet!"
"Oh, good boy, are you here?" The white-haired old man didn't seem to hear the gloomy accusation of the teenager. He turned over and sat up from **. Although his face was pale, he was extremely flexible and could not see that he was a person who was about to see the Lord of Hell.
... Was he confused by lard or was he confused by cow shit? He actually thought that the old man with white hair and white beard was a hidden and elegant master, a master among the masters of the world?
The teenager beat his heart and liver and cried countless times. Once he failed, he became a long-lasting hatred. Let's see what kind of best master he has followed!
"Don't pretend I can't hear you!" The teenager roared, "Just because you said you should hang up... Fairy, you have to eat some meat before you die, so that I fought so hard to beat such a boar, and the result... the result!" The teenager took a deep breath and clenched his fists to control his emotions, "You...you! ...You ate most of the swine yesterday, and now you even took away my share. Master, you have gone too far!"
"Oh, what does it matter? Borrow some for a bite first, and I'll give it back to you later." The white-haired old man smiled with a mouthful of incomplete yellow teeth, stretched out his little finger, took out the gap between his teeth, and burped again. After that, he stretched out his hand and handed the braised pig's feet with only a layer of skin stuck to the bone to the teenager, "Nah, I'll pay you back, unfilial."
He was robbed of food for the next two days and won the title of 'unfilial disciple'. The corners of the teenager's eyes twitched violently, and his cheek muscles**, which was obviously on the verge of an outbreak.
Trying to suppress the crazy running small universe, the teenager pulled out a smile that was worse than crying and asked calmly, "Master, what's the matter with you looking for an apprentice?"
Can we have something to say and fart quickly? If it's okay, let him get out of here quickly. He is afraid that if he stays any longer, he will really learn to play self-explosive skills.
"Oh, oh, by the way, it's really something to come to you," the white-haired old man grabbed the hem of his clothes, wiped off the oil stains on his hand, and ordered the teenager to move out the big box under the bed. "At least you have been a teacher for more than a year..."
"It's two years and three months and eight more days!" The teenager gritted his teeth and corrected it.
"Fell him..." The white-haired old man grabbed his hair and muttered twice, and waved his hand impatiently. "Well, you've been a teacher for a year... Well, it seems a little unreasonable not to teach you something for more than two years..."
The corners of the teenager's mouth twitched, "It's really thanks to you that you can always think of this."
It's been two years, two years! A living history of blood and tears!
I thought I could worship a master and learn a good ability to hoe the strong and help the weak, punish the evil, eliminate the treachery and laugh and be arrogant Jianghu... As a result, it turned out that he was a soy sauce life. For two years, he was a teacher. In addition to splitting wood, fire, hunting, cooking and sweeping the floor and feeding chickens every day, and his master was bored, he didn't learn anything, but in the wild. Survival skills have increased by more than one level.
"Come on, this whole box is the martial arts secrets found by the teacher when he was young. You can see for yourself. You can choose whichever book you like, and you can have all of them." The white-haired old man once again ignored the complaints of his apprentice, reached out and crushed the rusty lock outside the wooden box. Then he opened the lid of the box to greet the teenager and said to himself, "Read all these secrets, and then cooperate with the internal strength given to you as a teacher a few days ago. When you practice it, you are bound to be in the river. If you make a great achievement on the lake, it will not be a disgrace to the teacher at that time.
The old man dares to bet with the braised pig's feet he just finished. This is absolutely 100% effective - if he loses the bet, he didn't say it.
"...Master," the teenager looked at the broken scrolls full of yellow pages, trembling his hands and flipped them casually, and choked again, "Do you want to cheat like this?" Go to his grandmother's great achievements, these books in front of him, he... He doesn't understand a single word, okay?
"What is cheating?"
"Is it inhumane that you even cheat your father?"
"..."
"I said, master, why don't you find a senior brother or something to teach me? These divine martial arts secrets... I can't understand them." The teenager's eyes were full of tears. How on earth did he have such a master at the beginning? Oh, my God!
"I'm an apprentice like you. Where can I find a brother and sister? If there is a brother and sister, do I need to pass on this deep internal strength to you?" The white-haired old man blew his beard and stared.
"Chair wool!" The teenager screamed and complained, "You're right to send it to me, but I can't use it."
"Who said it can't be used? You won't practice so many secrets?" The white-haired old man kicked the wooden box containing the secret book with his foot, reminding him to choose more, and don't miss it.
"I don't understand it!" Scream again.
"Who cares about you? Look at it yourself." He is tired of living. He has no time to be a disciple. If you want to learn martial arts, you can see for yourself.
"But...but..." The teenager held his hair and covered his face. "I heard that if the internal force is not well controlled, he will go crazy..." He doesn't want to accidentally play suicide or be killed by others!
"...It seems to make sense to say so," the white-haired old man hesitated. "Well, if you really don't want this internal strength, how about teaching you a way to transfer to others?"
"What method?" The teenager stared at his master.
The white-haired old man jumped down from **, turned over twice in the cabinet next to him, and then took out two purple and gold pills from a small dusty box and threw them into the teenager's hand. "Oh, this is the secret medicine refined for the teacher. You eat it, go down the mountain to find someone to get married, and then give Zhou Gong's salute, each It's a little too much, and it should be over in a few years..."
"Master..."
"Apprentice?"
"Can you cheat your father a little more?"
"..."
"At least you open your squinting eyes and see clearly, I! It's still a child. Can you tell me about the gift of Duke Zhou? He is so confused! He is only 12 years old this year. Is he a minor?
"Then wait for another two years." A white-haired old man kicked off his dirty cloth shoes for the old man, rubbing his feet while enjoying the advice of digging his nostrils.
Wrapping! The teenager is sad and indignant!
"If there is a marriage change or a godsend in the future, how can I get back the internal force sent out? Is it okay to do it a few more times?
"...dream about you." When the internal force is noodles, is the excessive internal force in tug-of-war? I still want to take it back! Tut.
"Or, master, what do you have? Teach your only apprentice me?" The method can suck other people's martial arts and use them for yourself, right? Is that right?!
"There are so many books in it, go through them by yourself." He is going to die. He has no time and no strength.
"...Master." The teenager bowed his head and looked silent with the pill.
"Hmm?"
"Anyway, you are always tired of living. Can you let me beat up before you go?"
"...I'm dead."
The white-haired old man said, and immediately tilted his head, spread out his limbs and lay down on **.
"Dead?" The teenager broke his finger bones with a ferocious smile on his face. "It's just right to die. Let me beat him first."
"Cough! Wait, I haven't died yet!" The white-haired old man sat up again with no look of shame on his face. Instead, he calmly accused him, "unfilial disciple, ** The body of the master is going to be struck by thunder!"
The teenager sneered and continued to break his hand bones as a threat. "As long as your old face is as Hong Zhong's face, maybe you are still eating, drinking and having fun when you are still alive." The legacy of thousands of years is not a lie.
"..."
The white-haired old man suddenly stretched out his hand and clicked twice on the teenager's body like lightning. The teenager did not notice it, and immediately maintained the posture of his hands into claws and was fixed in place.
... It's despicable and shameless to give him a trick!
"The unfilial disciple is stubborn." He knocked on the teenager's head a few times with his greasy hands, and the white-haired old man spewed gas in his nostrils, as if even the white beard had been blown up. "As a teacher, find a place to drive the crane quietly now. You can reflect here. In the future, when you meet the destined person, you will definitely thank the teacher for your good intentions. Of."
With that, he waved his dirty gray sleeves and slowly shook out of the door with his hands held high.
The remaining teenager who wanted to cry without tears was punished for standing in the same place with a ferocious smile.
Five hours later, the acupuncture point was untied. The first thing the teenager did was to go to his master to settle the general account. As a result, he turned over the whole mountain all day and didn't see half a human figure. He only saw two thunderous words left by the old man on the boulder on the edge of the cliff.
The first sentence: Gently left for the teacher, just like the teacher came gently, waved his sleeves for the teacher, and did not take away a roast chicken.
The second sentence: Unfilial disciple, after leaving as a teacher, practice martial arts well. Remember to burn more ingot candles during the Spring Festival. Don't read them.
After watching it, the teenager collapsed on the spot. He ran to the cliff and fell to his knees with a plop.
After a long time, his heartbreaking howling came from the top of Shangqing Peak, which was as beautiful as a fairyland, "Master! Don't go. What should I do if you leave? You haven't told me how to get down from here..."