"I'm sorry, Mu Yu, I remembered it wrong. Your talent and qualifications actually have little to do with the size of the fish you catch."
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It is said that the world of adults is dangerous and complicated. Even Wang Muyu himself did not expect that even though he was so careful and vigilant, he would still be tricked in the end.
The root cause is that the person standing in front of him now was planned and arranged by Wang Ling. It was precisely because of his infinite trust in Wang Ling that he relaxed a little.
Of course, another key point is that Wang Muyu feels that such a highly respected old man in the earth's cultivation circle, the former founding general of Hua Xiu Kingdom...faced with his child, he wouldn't use any means to test him, right?
But unfortunately, this old guy used it, and he used it quite naturally, with no flaws at all in his acting skills...
Wang Muyu sighed inwardly.
Alas, after all, I am still too young.
When faced with the Sword Master's question, the little guy naturally showed his timid and innocent face, with dazzling stars shining in his eyes.
His reaction speed was also very fast: "Eh? Is that so? But I didn't notice any discomfort when I held the pole?"
Yi Jianchuan frowned and immediately took the rod back from Wang Muyu's hand. Then he was shocked to find that there was a thin, invisible crack at the end of the fishing rod.
"There is indeed a gap."
Yi Jianchuan muttered.
Did it turn out that the fishing rod was damaged... The spiritual pressure inside was out of balance, so that kid Mu Yu could hold on to the rod for so long?
In this way, everything seems to be explained.
How could a kid of six or seven years old really hold the fishing rod for testing for such a long time? Even for a peerless genius at his age, it would be too much to hold it for more than ten minutes.
Seeing the sword master sighing in disappointment, Wang Muyu also breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course, he knew that the Sword Master was not that easy to fool. Although his realm and combat power were not as good as his own, he had vast experience. What kind of things had he not seen before?
The fishing rod used for testing was a top-grade holy instrument. Even if the sword master was puzzled, he would never have thought that the invisible cracks were caused intentionally by the child in front of him.
Can a six or seven-year-old child crush a top-quality sacred weapon?
What a joke.
So, Yi Jianchuan stared at the damaged test fishing rod in his hand and said somewhat depressedly: "Mu Yu, how about we change the testing method?"
"Okay." Wang Muyu accepted it happily, and then showed a harmless smile.
learn from mistakes.
This time, he will be extra careful.
…
A bamboo raft enters the west entrance of the artificial lake and drives towards the east. Ripples appear on the calm lake surface as the bamboo raft drives.
No one is sliding the bamboo raft, it is purely the propulsive effect caused by the sword master releasing his sword energy.
"After mastering the art of sword control, you can use this method in all aspects. When I was practicing swordsmanship, I often used all kinds of strange objects to cross the river."
"Like, Reed?"
"It's all things."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Jianchuan stopped the bamboo raft, raised his sword fingers together and gently lifted it towards the lake. Drops of lake water were accurately peeled off from the lake. Affected by the sword energy, the water droplets that were peeled off were
The grains are distinct and neatly arranged in the void to form an endlessly high ladder.
He directly stepped on the water droplets upward and ran high into the sky at high speed. He did not use any magic weapon or any floating spell. He only used his own sword energy to control the water droplets on the lake surface to build a ladder in the air and soar into the void.
Wang Muyu could actually do such an operation, but for some reason at that time, he was still a little stunned when he looked at the sword master who quickly disappeared from his sight. For some reason, he was fascinated by it.
Buzz!
When he came back to his senses, the old man had appeared in front of him again. He was like a leaf, falling lightly on the bamboo raft without any unnecessary fluctuations.
"To practice swordsmanship, you must first cultivate your mind. As long as your state of mind is deep enough, your sword intention will naturally reach all directions and reach all the places you want to reach."
Then he continued to skillfully maneuver the bamboo raft with his hands behind his back, showing off his swordsmanlike demeanor, being extremely patient and gentle.
Wang Muyu's heart was as bright as a mirror. The speed of this bamboo raft could actually be faster, but the old man still gave him a process of adaptation in order to take care of himself.
At this moment, Wang Muyu suddenly understood why Wang Ling chose to practice with Yi Jianchuan.
Just when they were crossing the lake on a bamboo raft, they felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility and extraordinary comfort.
It's hard to believe that his realm and combat power are obviously much stronger than that of the Sword Master, but at this moment he was affected, making him feel unreal.
"By the way, Grandpa Sword Master. Where are we going?" At this moment, Wang Muyu asked.
He can also communicate with others, but for some reason, Wang Muyu doesn't want to use it on the person in front of him. Although even if he uses his method of communicating with others, the other party may not know about it. Don't steal other people's voices at will.
This is also a kind of respect.
When he was on the shore, he didn't read minds because he was not careful.
Now on this bamboo raft, Wang Muyu once again gave up the idea of using his mind because of the spontaneous respect.
Hearing that the little guy had changed his title, Yi Jianchuan was naturally beaming: "I want to take you over the Dragon Gate."
As he spoke, he used his sword energy to control the water below, causing a huge wave to rise. He used the bamboo raft as a skateboard to ride on the waves with Wang Muyu.
In the blink of an eye, we came to a huge wall, which was the sluice gate of the artificial lake.
"If you want to go from this artificial lake to the large reservoir, there are two ways. One is to hold your breath and swim through the channel at the bottom of the lake. The second is to jump over the 200-meter-high sluice."
Staring at the 200-meter-high sluice in front of him, Wang Muyu fell into deep thought... It would certainly not be difficult for him to jump over it.
But after all, Yi Jianchuan's knowledge of him was limited, so it would be a problem if he really jumped over.
So what is the best way to do it at this time? Wang Muyu was influenced by Wang Ling, and it can be said that he taught by words and deeds. When faced with this kind of task that he obviously can complete but has to give up, he usually only needs to pretend to work hard.
He frowned and was thinking about how many meters he should jump to fall down.
As a result, the sword master slapped his thigh and said excitedly: "You are indeed... the disciple I want to find!"
Wang Muyu: "?"
The sword master was moved and said: "Under normal circumstances, children your age would give up long ago when they see such a high sluice. But Mu Yu, you are different. You actually want to jump over it! I have decided that today, we will
I officially accept you as my disciple!"
"..."
Hearing this, Wang Muyu's big eyes suddenly revealed great doubts.
He didn't expect that he would be tricked twice in one day...