After following Brother Lu Wu through a few small alleys, we entered the building of the Guangming Mercenary Guild from the basement of an inconspicuous private house.
As before, Brother Lu Wu was still so taciturn. Even when he saw me, my junior brother who had been missing for twenty years, he didn't have much emotion. After he took me to the twenty-fifth floor, he said:
Second sentence.
"Master seems a little angry. He is old. Don't contradict him." After saying that, he put his hand on the door of the only office on this floor and whispered a few words. Lu Wu heard a snap as soon as he finished speaking.
There was a sound, and it seemed that the door lock had been unlocked.
After signaling me to go in, the senior brother leaned against the wall and took a nap, holding his giant sword.
Master's office is very different from before. Entering the door is a large hall of nearly 2,000 square meters. In the past, Master always taught me and senior brother's sword skills here, but at that time, there were only more than 200 rooms.
Square. Unexpectedly, Master, who always likes simplicity, would also talk about ostentation.
Although the room was large, it was empty, so it was easy for me to find the master. He was facing away from me, sitting quietly under the wall facing the door. He didn't look back at me after I came in, maybe if
As the senior brother said, the old man was angry with me. So I didn’t dare to express my anger, so I quietly walked over and stood quietly ten steps away from him. Then I raised my eyes and secretly looked towards Master.
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The master was wearing a white Taoist uniform today, and his stocky body was like a mountain beam, sitting there motionless. On the wall above his head hung four large characters written in official script - Calm.
These four words have always been Master's first admonition to us disciples. Master is an objective materialist. He does not believe in God or the power of authority. He only believes in factual basis. He even believes that the virtual world of Taiyi is actually
An objective response to the material world. In addition, he also believes that everything in the world should be judged with calm or even cold thinking, without any emotion. Therefore, he always gives us disciples a feeling that it is difficult to approach.
From this point of view, the senior brother is simply a clone of the master's personality and the successor. I am different. I like to argue with the master, and the winning or losing rate is still between 50 and 50. In other words, half of the time
I will defeat Master, but of course I will be unlucky in the end. If I win or lose, I will be punished with extra training. If I win, the penalty will be even greater. (Naughty Master!!!) So my training volume is almost dozens of that of ordinary disciples.
Times, even the hard-working Senior Brother did not train half as much as I did. So I am free and undisciplined, and I can almost be regarded as the most unscrupulous disciple of Master.
But the strange thing is that no matter what the occasion, Master likes to claim that Senior Brother and I are his most beloved disciples. His love for me is often beyond words.
The master is still motionless until now. I think the master must be testing my patience again. He often tells us that the most important thing for a swordsman is patience, whether when practicing swordsmanship or fighting... I don't move.
The master didn't move either... time just passed by slowly...
Half an hour later, I found that Master seemed to be dead, with no heartbeat and no breathing, just like a pickle jar. Oh my god, how could I be so stupid as to sit still with a dead person. So I shook my butt secretly
, and then made a face at the master’s back.
"What are you talking about? Have you neglected your studies in the past twenty years?" As soon as I moved, the master suddenly asked. It was as if he had eyes on his butt. It was so cool!
"Study... Master, I didn't expect that you still have a trick up your sleeve. Can you teach me your butt-eye trick?"
"Idiot, this is your mind, not your butt. Stop talking nonsense and answer my question quickly..."
"Master, in fact, my situation in the past twenty years has been very miserable. It was so miserable that I almost had to crawl to your side..." I never lied to Master, and I didn't do it this time, if it hadn't been for the recent successful integration with other people.
With my strength and strengthened transformation skills, I really had no choice but to crawl in front of the master.
"Hmph! I see that you have been living happily outside for the past twenty years, and you have long forgotten your studies."
Damn, I have barely touched a sword in twenty years. How did this old man know this? But you can't blame me. The sword is so heavy, how can the slime monster's soft hands hold it.
"Xiaoyao is Xiaoyao, but only God knows whether it is happy or not."
"Asshole, heaven doesn't exist. When people talk about heaven, they are actually talking about themselves. Naturally, you know whether you are happy or not. Putting the blame on heaven is just to avoid the problem."
"Okay, I'll just say it. I've practiced everything in the past twenty years, except for swordsmanship. But I can assure you that I am stronger now than I was twenty years ago." I answered this way.
I was prepared to die, but I had to say this because if I lied to Master, my death would be even worse.
"Boy, you speak very straightforwardly, and you have the demeanor of a teacher." After saying that, the master slowly stood up: "If you haven't practiced, you haven't practiced. Man, if your swordsmanship is ruined, you can practice it again, but your magnanimous mind cannot be practiced again."
Can’t throw it away.”
The master finally turned his head, but when I saw his face, I couldn't help but be shocked... The master was originally the leader of the mercenaries of the light, the great arbiter of the three realms. He has always been known as a lion-like head.
Famous for his long blond hair and tiger-like steel beard.
After not seeing each other for twenty years, Master suddenly looks much older. Although his long hair and steel beard are still the same, the ruthless years have destroyed them into grayish white. His eyes, which were originally as bright as an eagle, have also become a little blurry.
Okay. Taiyi's appearance is directly converted to the real world. If people in the real world become old or sick, it will be directly reflected on their faces. In fact, the more than twenty years in Taiyi's world is only one amount of time when converted into real time.
A little more than a year old, could it be that Master...
Seeing that I was silent, Master strode over, stretched out his paw and patted my head. But my head surprised him, so he touched my arm again...
"You brat, I haven't seen you for a few years. You've grown so much that you actually imitated Sun Wukong and became a bronze head and an iron arm."
This old man is so funny. Touching the bronze statue in the dojo, of course it has a bronze head and an iron arm. According to my past personality, I would have rolled on the ground laughing, but today for some reason, I couldn’t laugh at all. On the contrary, when
I saw Master touching the bronze statue in a funny way, and I felt very uncomfortable. I finally understood why Master's eyes lost their luster.
In fact, I am a very discerning person. In this world (referring to the Taiyi World), I only admire two people. One of them is Mr. Erfu, and I have admired him very much since I heard his speech in the Sky Arena.
At that time, when I was young, I felt that he brought an air of freedom to this dull world. Because I like freedom, I like Mr. Er negative...
The other person, and the person I admire the most, is my master, the great arbiter - Hong Guang. It can be said that without Hong Guang, there would be no Nishiyuan, and there would be no Chen Shi today. When he was seventeen years old (
age in the real world), he picked me out from the rookie trainee mercenaries. Then he taught me his sword skills along with courage, wisdom, calmness, unscrupulousness and despicability.
He spent thirty years training my swordsmanship, and in the next ten years, he silently helped me, a newbie, clear the obstacles on my way forward. When the warrior closest to God emerged, he
He still sent me constant reminder letters, and always gave me some very precise suggestions for some of the problems I encountered.
So, seeing Master like this, I suddenly felt weak on my feet and knelt down to him with a plop.
"Master, that's a bronze statue, I'm next to it." What's wrong with me? Why do I sound like I'm crying...
Hearing my voice, Master turned his head to me and smiled awkwardly.
"Stop talking nonsense, of course I know where you are. My eyes are a bit hard to use."
"Master, please accept your eight bows as a disciple first." As I said that, I banged my head on the floor, and the banging sound of my head hitting the floor kept echoing in the empty dojo.
"Oh ~ twenty years... I thought you were really dead. Later I sent Lu Wu to the Temple of Demons to search for your bones and relics, but I only found out that you disappeared out of thin air. I thought you must be
You have been reincarnated. Although you may have forgotten all the things I taught you in the past, as long as you are still alive, there is still hope. At worst, I have to teach you again. So I built this avenue and combined all the new ones that logged in during the time when you were missing and returned.
All the 20-year-old male rookies who are aspiring to learn kendo are gathered here... Unfortunately, none of those people have the qualifications and character to compare with you..." The master said, while I was still kneeling on the ground and kowtow.
He helped him up. So I helped him back to where he was sitting.
After Master sat down, I also sat cross-legged next to him. Then I said to him: "Master, it's a long story... In fact, I have encountered a lot of things in the past twenty years. It's not that I don't miss you and Senior Brother He.
,It’s just that I feel that I am too embarrassed to see you..."
Then, I told Master everything I had experienced in the Taiyi world over the past twenty years.
In the process of narrating, I suddenly discovered that I have met so many people and had so many things happen in my twenty-year copper career. Some are happy and some are sad... Today, I started from the end
I have returned to the starting point and gained the identity of Wu Qi Yuan again, but I can no longer be the same Wu Qi Yuan I was before.
Life may be like this. There are countless crossroads on the way forward. You can choose to go down one of them, but once you choose, you can never look back.
