Mr. Chun was carrying a cattail fan and sat on a rocking chair under the grape trellis, rocking creakingly. A small cool breeze came through the yard. He found that he wanted to lift up his vest to dry his belly. He suddenly felt a sense of crisis and hurriedly

He straightened his posture and straightened his back, trying to smooth out the extra flesh on his belly and pretend it didn't exist.

At this time, the disciple called him: "Master, eat."

"Leave it for now." Mr. Chun waved the cattail leaf casually, frowned slightly, and hummed a sad and frightening Xipi Erliu, "There is a storm outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, and there is no sad sound to break the silence..."

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Without saying a word, the apprentice took the dishes and placed them on the small stone table in the courtyard. The color was the color and the fragrance was the fragrance.

Well, there is no need to "break the loneliness" this time. Mr. Chun, who is "unparalleled in splendor", is so greedy that he says: "It's too hot, I really don't have any appetite, just seeing rice is enough... I cooked the hawthorn yesterday."

Is there any cheese? Give me a bowl to eat."

Just like that, he calmly ate his food before the meal. After finishing the meal, he ate two large bowls of rice and a bowl of soup. Mr. Chun secretly burped and regretted eating too much. He looked at the little apprentice again.

, thin and handsome, with a pair of sleeves rolled up at the elbows, a thin layer of skin on both arms, and clear bones and well-defined muscles underneath.

"Tsk," Mr. Chun thought angrily, "We eat and live together, why doesn't this kid gain weight? Isn't he just young?"

This is really not——

The young apprentice was sweating profusely while cooking, waiting for the master to finish eating, and then quietly clearing away the dishes and chopsticks. After washing them, he swept the small courtyard and poured a layer of cold water to relieve the heat, inside and outside.

After everything was cleaned up and dinner was almost digested, he washed his hands, made a pot of jasmine for Master, and went to practice. During this period, Mr. Chun's buttocks never left the chair, and he sat there waiting before dinner.

After eating, we sat there one after another, waving our fans here and there, wanting to dry our stomachs again.

It can be seen that meat also has its ins and outs.

Mr. Chun watched his young apprentice practice the sword. The sword in his hand seemed to be alive, like the waves on the sea, layer upon layer and continuous. When he stood in the courtyard, neither the moonlight nor the chirping of cicadas entered his eyes.

His eyes were as calm as the center of a storm. Mr. Chun watched for a while, stopped shaking his cattail leaf fan, and sighed - this boy is really calm.

When it comes to practicing martial arts, there are three, six or nine levels of people's qualifications. Those with high understanding will be able to master it once taught by their master. Those who are stupid may not be able to master it after practicing for more than ten or twenty years. What Wan Muchun inherited is the killing technique. The killing technique.

You don’t need to exert so much force that your chest will be broken all day long; you don’t need to be so exquisite that everyone will be shocked when you show up. The greatest talent of those who practice killing is to have a calm mind, to be able to breathe with the vegetation, and to attach one’s five senses and six senses to the target’s five senses.

With six senses, wait for an opportunity and kill with one strike.

It's not fancy, but it must be precise - refined precision.

The young apprentice is a good seedling, Mr. Chun thought regretfully, if Wan Mu Chun Jin Pan had not washed his hands after the liberation, the young apprentice, who was an excellent cook and Ji Niu, might have become a legend.

"Xiao Xiao'er," Mr. Chun said slowly, "just take a break. If you were born ten years later, I wouldn't teach you these skills."

The young apprentice Wei Xiao was picked up by Mr. Chun. In the turbulent years, unwanted children were everywhere on the street. Mr. Chun was playing with a group of fanciers one day and drank too much. He picked up an apprentice and he sobered up the next day.

After taking a look, I found that the child was not thick and had good eyesight. He didn't lack for a bite of food, so he left the person behind in a daze.

Before Mr. Huichun could "wash his hands", he passed on both his skills and his mantle to his young apprentice Wei Xiao... and trained his apprentice into a generation of famous chefs.

Mr. Chun said: "When I die in the future, you will be the leader. However, our sect has been passed down from the Southern Song Dynasty to the present. It is enough. The founder does not expect you to carry forward the sect. Just relax."

Wei Xiao has been talking very little since he was a child. After hearing this, he just laughed and kept flashing the sword in his hand.

In ancient times, Wan Muchun's sect was not a well-known and decent sect. In order to hone his disciple's "extremely dangerous sword", the master used any means. Beating and scolding were trivial matters. If he was not attentive in practicing, he was accidentally sent away by the master.

There is nothing strange about life. Mr. Chun recalled the past and said: "We were all forced out from childhood. When we grow up, we have to rely on this thing to survive and seek fame and fortune. Why do you practice swordsmanship?"

Wei Xiao still just smiled and replied softly: "It's just a hobby. I feel like this knife will chat with me."

After hearing this, Mr. Chun's chest "thumped" and he thought: "It's better to seek fame and fortune."

Because it is human nature to seek fame and fortune, and those who do not seek fame and fortune are often close to monsters.

Mr. Chun heard a legend when he was a child, saying that some famous swords passed down from ancient times are different from ordinary iron when cast. Over time, they have become spiritual and can be transformed into human beings. There is not one such person in ten thousand years.

Talk to swords. To others, swords are weapons that can hurt people. In their eyes, they are old friends reunited after a long separation. Therefore, whether it is practicing swordsmanship or sword practice, everything is clear and intuitive. They are all amazing and brilliant.

Swordsman Swordsman.

But...such people often end badly.

From ancient times to the present, among the big monsters and monsters in folklore, how many of them ended well?

Before Mr. Chun left, he took his young apprentice's hand and asked him to give him a few words.

The first sentence is: "Don't stand out, don't be serious, just muddle along and just be an ordinary person who disappears from everyone."

The second sentence is: "Wan Muchun's sword skills are only for your generation. Don't pass them on to the next generation. The killing skills are ominous."

Wei Xiao cried bitterly to bid farewell to his mentor, remembering the separation of life and death, but not his master's words.

Someone came to challenge him, and Wei Xiao accepted the invitation without fail. How could he lose the reputation of his ancestors?

Mr. Yu summoned a group of heroes to encircle and suppress the Xu family. The leader of the alliance issued the order, and Wei Xiao naturally obeyed his orders. How could he not be able to retreat after the five extremes?

Showing up to drink tea at a martial arts conference, then leaving after ordering the tea - Wei Xiao has that kind of character. He is forced to stay, and he has nothing to say to others, and he doesn't have the ability to play both sides.

Being besieged by the junior members of the Beggar Clan, he refused to retreat, fought against many, and beat him to the punch. No one was killed in this way. He only broke a tendon by one person. Wei Xiao tried his best to be merciful.

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A famous sword cannot hide its edge, and Mr. Chun's worries came true.

Wei Xiao stood up and took the initiative, and refused to let things pass. He was not the kind of hero who could respond to everything at the cusp of the storm, so he had to be tired of his reputation and hide in Tibet.

When he met Shao Ai, Wei Xiao also had someone he liked, but the society was not so open at that time. He was shy by nature and did not dare to show it, so he just kept it in his heart. Later, the girl married an old friend of his.

How much love can only be buried in the heart. A few years later, the couple passed away due to some special reasons of the times, leaving only one boy, who was left to Wei Xiao. The child was Wei Huan.

He was called "Yan Huan" until he was five years old. Later, when he went out to play with other children, they laughed at him because he had no father or mother and was a bastard. Wei Xiao heard this and changed his surname. From then on, he treated him as his own child.

He wanted to raise the child, so the rumors started to change, saying that the child was an illegitimate child that he had conceived before he was married.

But that doesn't matter, Wei Xiao's reputation is not very good anyway.

Our ancestors practiced cooking and cutting cattle in order to settle down and make a living. If they couldn't settle down and make a living, of course they wouldn't practice it or pass it on to others. Wei Xiao was different. He taught his apprentice the sword, which was like introducing an old friend to the younger generation. He couldn't help it.

Wei Xiao made two mistakes in his life. The first time was when he saw Wei Huan pull out the knife manual of Chef Ding Jie Niu and follow the instructions. He couldn't help but correct and give some advice. The second time was when Xiao Ganqing took his shaving knife.

Xu Dao imitated him awkwardly and repeatedly pestered him, but he couldn't bear it.

Wei Huan was not a lively and outgoing child by nature. Wei Xiao always felt that this child looked like him, and he became even more bored after following him. At that time, his family was poor and could not afford toys. Teaching him some kung fu was to hone his mind and relieve his boredom.

But he was wrong. Wei Huan was nothing like him. When he grew up, he made one wrong step after another, and was pushed to a place beyond his reach by fate.

Later, by chance, he adopted Gan Qing. As he got older, Wei Xiao's temperament became more peaceful. He carefully took care of this little girl with a complicated life experience like a little flower. At first, he always thought very simply.

The little girl was so young, her family was broken up, and she had no one to care about her. She ended up in this situation entirely because he failed to teach his apprentice well and raised this child up. He was fully responsible for it.

But people are not flowers and plants. As he kept them, he forgot why he adopted this little girl.

When Wei Xiao gets old, his swords will rust and curl, and people will become lonely. When he was young, he was dragged down by Wei Huan and never got married. As he grows old, he is desolate. It is inevitable that he will start to long for fireworks like other old people.

A lively little burden became the most important thing in his life.

Gan Qing and her senior brother have completely opposite personalities. They are smart and very naughty. Before she was five years old, she climbed trees and went to houses to do everything, but her knees were not good. When she went to school, she was called "parent" by the teacher every three days, but she was actually quite good at reading. Teacher

She has said since she was a child that she would go to college in the future.

He began to restrain his temper for her, kept his name anonymous, and followed her all day long, worrying endlessly about her trivial matters. Sometimes he felt in a daze that this was his little daughter who always came to comfort her.

However, once an untouchable truth settles in the pond, the moonlight and the fragrance of flowers on the surface become fleeting light. The comfort that was stolen must be returned.

According to the rules passed down from the ancestors, Wan Muchun can only pass down one disciple to one generation, but Wei Xiao broke the rule.

It was too cold that day. Gan Qing had already run away from home for a week. Wei Xiao was about to go crazy. Just when he had no choice but to expose his hiding place and ask for help, Meng Tianyi picked up a man covered in blood.

Gan Qing.

Wei Xiao's heart thumped, and he knew something was wrong.

"Is it really Wei Huan?" Meng Tianyi's forehead was sweating, "No, it's impossible, right? Wei Huan is really back, how could he be so ruthless? Didn't you say that the girl went to school, and he also sent money back then...Brother Wei

, what are you going to do?"

"I'll go and see if he dares to take action and come to see me - look at Gan Qing and don't let her out again!"

"Me?" Meng Tianyi pointed at himself, then looked at Gan Qing, one head turned into two heads, "Hey, Brother Wei, your family is a living ancestor, how can I control her?"

Wei Xiao paused, walked quickly to the desk, pulled out an envelope from it, lowered his head, and wrote the words "To the Ancestors of Wan Muchun" on the envelope.

"Hey!" Meng Tianyi was shocked, "What are you doing? Are you really willing to expel her from the school?"

"Otherwise, we can't scare her." Wei Xiao rolled up a few pieces of change and a dozen coupons for foreign fast food, and stuffed it into the envelope, making it look like there was something in the envelope - then foreign fast food would be like them.

For families, it is still a very luxurious thing. I eat it once in a while, but I am not willing to order directly. I always carefully save a lot of small coupons like this and piece together what I want to eat.

Wei Xiao glanced at Gan Qing, sighed again, took out the coupon, exchanged twenty yuan and went in: "You are my creditor."

That was actually the last time he looked at his little creditor.

Some people probably come here to pay off their debts in this life. After they have paid off, they are gone.

There are only a few legends left, which disappeared along with the old events in the world.
Chapter completed!