To be honest, Ziqin couldn't understand most of what Ban Shuxian said.
Ziqin had no idea about pedantry or amnesia. The role he played seemed to be a blank-minded existence from the moment he played it.
Although he is not a fool, it is indeed white and there is no difference between it and a piece of paper.
Such a person, with such a premise, should have no inner demons, and should be the easiest person to play in the world of all celebrities.
However, this person seems to have many secrets.
Ziqin can draw several conclusions from Ban Shuxian's words. Firstly, the person he played is a descendant of He Zudao, or has a great relationship with He Zudao's lineage. Secondly, this guy's original character
He should be extremely pedantic, and both pedantic and arrogant.
This guy's character is very similar to He Zudao, and his talent is almost the same as He Zudao's.
It's just that Ban Shuxian doesn't like this kind of character very much. This woman seems to be trying her best to change the character Ziqin is playing now.
However, Ziqin was a little helpless. He didn't even know what pedantry was, so how could he correct it?
At that moment, after Ban Shuxian left, Ziqin also left the house and returned to his Datong Shop.
At this time, Ziqin actually had some thoughts of leaving Kunlun. Ban Shuxian was the supreme leader of Kunlun. If he offended Ban Shuxian, he might not be able to move forward in Kunlun.
And if Zi Qin goes to save Zhang Wuji in this situation, not to mention that he can't save Xiao Zhang, I'm afraid it will make Ban Shuxian even more angry. When the time comes, he will directly strike Xiao Zhang with a sword. Then, no matter how you play the role of Xiao Zhang,
Life is at stake.
Subconsciously, he returned to Datongpu. As soon as he stepped through the door, Ziqin suddenly burst into laughter. He had already decided to leave, but there was no need to come back.
Who would have thought that at this moment, Ziqin suddenly heard the sound of water.
Ziqin looked up and saw several Kunlun disciples pouring a large basin of water onto their bunks.
Insult, villain making fun of.
Ziqin smiled casually. In the novel, the protagonist would have been furious at this moment, and then rushed over to give a few villains a lesson.
However, Ziqin had no intention of staying, and what happened to these Kunlun disciples had nothing to do with him. As for whether the role he was playing had been bullied by these villains before, that was not something Ziqin needed to consider.
Ziqin shook his head and turned around to leave the house. The few Kunlun disciples who were pouring water did not follow Ziqin out of the house, but looked at Ziqin's back and laughed loudly.
Who would have thought that Ziqin, who had just left the house, suddenly turned around and entered the house again.
At this time, Ziqin's face was full of strangeness.
It turned out that as soon as he walked out of the house, he suddenly received a message from the system.
In the previous world of the Third Young Master, he did not receive the mission. In this world, the plot has not started yet, but Ziqin strangely received a mission message. This message was automatically displayed despite Ziqin's setting of only prompting but not displaying.
in Ziqin's mind.
"The mission is to reach the top of Kunlun. Become the head of the Kunlun sect, lead Kunlun to overwhelm Shaolin and Wudang, and become the leading sect in the world. The mission reward is the spiritual cultivation secret book "Forgetting Love". The punishment for failure is to reduce the mental power by 30%.
"
This task was really something Ziqin couldn't refuse. Mental power had already come to prominence since the appearance of Fifteen Swords. Ziqin had a hunch that this would probably be his most important attribute later on, even more important than internal strength.
Not to mention the so-called "Forgetting Love" that rewards you with cultivating your mental power, this task also punishes you with a 30% reduction in your mental power for failure, which is enough to make Ziqin's heart tremble.
"I'll give you half a cup of tea to bring your quilt and put it here, otherwise I will let you know what regret is."
Ziqin walked to his bunk, pointed to the bunk that was soaked by water and could no longer sleep on it, stared at the disciples pouring water and said.
The disciples who heard these words were slightly startled, and then burst into laughter.
They didn't seem to think that a fool-like guy would dare to talk to them like this, so they laughed so wildly that they almost squatted down holding their bellies.
However, just when their laughter reached its peak, a fist hit them hard on the temple.
Those who have never had their temples blasted with fists must not know what it feels like. If you want to make a person's head dizzy, then your fists are directed towards the ears. However, if you want to make a person unable to recover for a long time,
God, it must be right to hit the temple.
The man hit by Ziqin's punch staggered two steps as if he was drunk, and then his whole body collapsed as softly as a torn sack.
After knocking a person unconscious with one punch, Ziqin walked a few steps slowly and picked up a feather duster from the table in the center of the room that someone had placed there.
He waved his hand twice, causing a "whooshing" sound. Ziqin looked at the remaining three or four people with cold eyes.
"You have one last chance. Either you take the initiative to hold your quilt over, or you will be beaten by me and hold your quilt over."
Ziqin's voice was cold. These Kunlun disciples were not even enemies in Ziqin's eyes. What he was doing was not about dealing with enemies, but teaching children a lesson.
However, those three or four Kunlun disciples didn't know this. In their eyes, Zi Qin was just a fool who didn't even know who he was. Being threatened by such a fool was a great shame and humiliation for them.
The three or four Kunlun disciples looked at each other and suddenly rushed towards Ziqin.
These three or four people swarmed up, thinking that they could knock Zi Qin down in one fell swoop. It didn't matter if Zi Qin hit him with a feather duster a few times. Who would have thought that they had just pounced on Zi Qin, but Zi Qin had already picked up the feather duster in his hand.
Stick shadows flew all over the sky. This feather duster was more than one meter long and no thicker than a little finger. However, its speed was three times faster than a long sword. In addition to Ziqin's quick movements, the three or four Kunlun disciples only
Their eyes were blurry, as each of them had been slapped several times on the face, and the burning sensation made their eyes blurry.
Pain, severe pain, so painful that tears fell down without holding back any longer. The three or four Kunlun disciples had just taken a few steps and were already squatting down, covering their faces.
Although Ziqin's several blows were not serious injuries, each of them hit the area under his eyelids. If this area was hit with a stick as thick as a little finger, not only would it be extremely painful, but the tears would definitely not stop.
The Kunlun sect is also a famous sect, but there is no unified arrangement in daily life. Apart from practicing martial arts in the morning and teaching skills from the master, most of the time they are free.
Since Datongpu was the bedroom of most new disciples, it was inevitable that people would come and go. However, what happened to Ziqin and these disciples quickly attracted a group of disciples to watch.
When they saw Ziqin beating several disciples so miserably in succession, the onlookers could not help but gasp.
Although these disciples never bullied the role played by Ziqin in daily life, they still looked down upon him.
The Kunlun sect is also a big sect. Although these newcomers have not been taught any martial arts yet, they are confident that one day they will be taught martial arts and will become celebrities in the world in the future.
But Ziqin used to be a fool with no memory of the past. Such a person would be a loser even if he entered Kunlun, and he would naturally be despised by everyone.
However, Ziqin's sudden display of strength suddenly overturned this notion.
For a moment, there was silence in Datong Shop, except for the sound of gasping for air.
"What happened? What happened?"
Outside the door, a rough voice sounded. At the door of Datongpu, many disciples were separated, and a bearded man walked into Datongpu.
This man originally walked in with a certain amount of impatience and a certain amount of smile, but as soon as he entered Datong Shop, the expression on this man's face turned into horror.
He looked at Ziqin, who was standing there proudly holding the feather duster behind his back, and the several disciples who were squatting there with their faces covered as they cried for their fathers and mothers, but it seemed as if they were seeing the most impossible thing in the world.
"This, what the hell is going on."
It took a long time before the man uttered a few words.
"Uncle Xihuazi, this is what happened..."
Some of the flattering disciples immediately approached him respectfully and told the man exactly what had happened.
It was only at this time that Ziqin realized that this man was actually Xi Huazi. In the original work, Xi Huazi offended Zhang Wuji and caused great embarrassment in Guangmingding.
Ziqin's impression of this man was not very good either.
This man is too proud, or arrogant.
This is not a fault at all. The key is that this man has no ability. An arrogant person who has no ability will inevitably make people hate him.
Ziqin looked at Xihuazi calmly, but in his heart he was thinking about what he should do if this guy came up to cause trouble.
A moment ago, Ziqin could have fought his way out of Kunlun, but after that damn mission came, Ziqin had to do everything he could to stay in Kunlun.
Perhaps, you can only use your own identity, why should you be a descendant of the same lineage of Taoism?
Ziqin gritted his teeth fiercely, but secretly made up his mind that no matter whether he was a rogue or anything else, he would never leave, and he would never be insulted by anyone.
"Five of you beat one, and you were beaten like this. You still have the nerve to cry. If I were you, I would have committed suicide by jumping off a cliff."
Unexpectedly, Xihuazi had no intention of embarrassing Ziqin. Instead, he pulled up the disciples who were squatting on the ground with their faces covered, and scolded them one by one.
While reprimanding, Xihuazi couldn't help but his cheeks twitched.
Xi Huazi knew exactly how the marks under these disciples' eyelids came about. Such beatings would not cause much harm, but the blow to their self-esteem would be fatal.
The most important thing in the world is face. Throughout the ages, no matter you are a great hero or a great villain, this face can never be lost.
If it were a famous person who was attacked like this, hey, I'm afraid this person would be removed from the world immediately.
"It's all gone. What's there to see? I've never seen a fight. If you really want to see a fight, I don't mind letting him experience it for himself."
Xihuazi's eyes widened, he glanced around and roared.
This old guy is not young and has senior qualifications, but he is used to being bossy in Kunlun. This glare and roar immediately scared the Kunlun disciples who were watching the excitement around him into scattering like birds and beasts.
Even those disciples who wanted to stay in Datongpu or come back to pick up things immediately dispersed without hesitation.
After everyone had dispersed, Xihuazi looked at Ziqin, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
"You have practiced swordsmanship."
Xihuazi's voice was extremely serious, and Xihuazi stared into Ziqin's eyes when he asked.
"I don't even know what my name is, so how do I know if I have practiced swordsmanship, but I am sure that I have not practiced swordsmanship in the past few years."
Ziqin smiled helplessly, he was telling the truth. The memory of the body he played told Ziqin that Ziqin had not practiced swordsmanship in at least five years, and Ziqin had no memory at all five years ago.
"Even if you practiced swordplay before you were ten years old, it won't have any impact on you now. What I'm asking about is the past five years."
Xihuazi asked again as if he didn't believe it.
"I have been in Kunlun every day for the past five years. If I was practicing swordsmanship, wouldn't others know?"
Being pressed repeatedly by Xihuazi, Ziqin suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart, and he couldn't help but retort.
These words were extremely offensive. According to Ziqin's understanding of Xihuazi in the original work, Xihuazi was probably furious when he said these words. However, when Ziqin's words came out of his mouth, Xihuazi frowned deeply, as if he was worried about something.
"After all, they are also your senior brothers. Please don't be so harsh in your actions in the future."
He didn't want to, but Xi Huazi sighed slightly, said a few words, then turned and left, even the few Kunlun disciples who were still squatting and crying no longer paid attention to them.
Looking at Xi Huazi's back, Ying Qin couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart again.
He was already sure that his identity must be extremely complicated, so even people like Xi Huazi did not dare to scold him casually.
However, after all, He Zudao was a person from seventy or eighty years ago. No matter how you calculate it, he should be at least a hundred years old. How could he have anything to do with him?
Most importantly, what Xihuazi said just now made Ziqin think of one thing. He was only fifteen years old at most.
How could a fifteen-year-old boy and a hundred-year-old man be related? Even if they were related, how could Zudao still have such great influence three generations later?
This is almost impossible.
At this time, Ziqin didn't know that Xihuazi was standing in front of Ban Shuxian, telling Ban Shuxian exactly what happened just now.
When it came to the end, Xihuazi couldn't help but sigh.
"Although he has never practiced martial arts, his attack speed is already better than that of his disciples."
There was an incomparable sigh in Xihuazi's tone. Although he was resigned to being inferior, there was no hint of jealousy, only a hint of bitterness. Come to think of it, no matter who has been practicing for decades, he is not as good as a teenager.
I'm afraid a young boy who is 20 years old will feel uncomfortable if he strikes quickly.
"You mean his shooting speed is no longer inferior to yours."
Ban Shuxian had an extremely horrified look in her eyes. She had not paid much attention to it when she heard Xi Huazi say that Zi Qin taught those disciples and gave each disciple a few slaps on his face, but now she heard Xi Huazi say
Having said this, it seems that those bars have a lot of story behind them.
"The disciple looked carefully and found that the distance between those disciples and him was only about ten steps at most, but he was able to draw at least five sticks on each disciple's face within three steps of those disciples. The speed of his attack was extremely high. He is already faster than his disciples."
Xihuazi smiled bitterly, and with one move he pulled out five or six sticks on the faces of three or four disciples. This was nothing unusual. The swordsmanship of the Kunlun Sect was already known for its speed. The word "Thunder Sword" was enough to describe the Kunlun Sect. Characteristics of swordsmanship.
However, within three steps, he could draw more than 20 blows. No matter how conceited Xihuazi was, he did not dare to say that he could do it. The most important thing was that Ziqin had not practiced swordsmanship yet, but it was pure speed, not moves. .
"I'm afraid his talent is still higher than that of Patriarch He. Unfortunately, he is too old-fashioned. These disciples offended him so much, but they only got a few slaps. How ridiculous this is. If he walks around the world I'm afraid it's another Patriarch He, or we should let those disciples be more ruthless."
A trace of cruelty flashed in Ban Shuxian's eyes. If Ziqin were here, he would immediately understand why those young disciples who had no enmity or any conflict of interest with him were trying to embarrass him. It turned out to be Ban Shuxian. Trouble in it.
"You go down first. If nothing happens, it's best not to stay in Kunlun during this period. Your uncle seems to be a little too concerned about the fifth girl during this period. If I don't give him some clues, I'm afraid you won't be able to stay in Kunlun for a while. I just have to have a lot of junior brothers and so on, hey, this old guy really thinks I’m a dead person.”
Ban Shuxian sneered, Xi Huazi's face was solemn, his eyebrows lowered and his head lowered, as honest as he wanted to be, but he didn't dare to say a word about what happened between Ban Shuxian and He Taichong.
With a sigh, Ban Shuxian waved her hand and signaled Xihuazi to leave.
The latter turned around and exited the house as if he had been granted amnesty.
After Xi Huazi left, Ban Shuxian sighed again. Although the Kunlun sect is now one of the so-called six major sects, in fact, it may only have the airs of one of the six major sects.
Because her and He Taichong's masters died at the hands of masters of the Demon Cult back then, they were the candidates to be appointed as the next leader in the future. Since then, many disciples of the Kunlun Sect fought for the position of the leader, but they were killed in a river of blood. Although in the end she Ban Shuxian supported He Taichong to ascend to the throne of the leader, but many of his fellow disciples also died.
There are only two or three kittens left in this huge Kunlun, and the only disciples of their generation are she and He Taichong.
It was also from that time that Ban Shuxian already had an idea in her mind. She must be ruthless enough to wander around in the world, otherwise she might die without a place to bury her body.
Over the years, she has gradually aged and lost her beauty. If it were not for this word of ruthlessness, she would have been forgotten somewhere by He Taichong.
This also makes Ban Shuxian even more convinced that only those who are ruthless, poisonous and spicy enough can gain a foothold in the world.
The role played by Ziqin was originally a person that Ban Shuxian valued very much. He was also the only descendant of He Zudao's lineage. With his outstanding talent, he was Ban Shuxian's biggest candidate for the next generation leader of the Kunlun Sect. The only thing that dissatisfied Ban Shuxian was that the character played by Ziqin was not ruthless enough and had a pedantic view of what it means to be merciful and merciful. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! )
