Amao's request did not make Master Yushu show any surprise. This scene was already expected by him. As the head of the Qingcheng Sect, Master Yushu naturally has a lot of experience in the world.
He started learning arts at the age of six, went down the mountain to travel at the age of ten, became famous all over the world at the age of eighteen, and fought against more than a hundred masters without ever losing. If he hadn't been beaten up by a lunatic in Jiangnan when he was twenty, I'm afraid Yushu would have been beaten.
A real person's legendary experience can last for many years.
Although Master Yushu could not say that he could completely see through Amao's thoughts, he had a pretty good guess.
Looking at Amao, Master Yushu seemed to be sighing in his eyes. He helped him up and blurted out the words as if he had already prepared them: "My child, your martial arts talent is not good, and I cannot accept you."
Master Yushu's words made Amao's face suddenly turn pale. He was completely unprepared for the fact that this kind Taoist priest would reject him.
Amao's head was roaring, and the sounds in his ears seemed to be gradually fading away. After a while, he came back to his senses, and kowtowed on the ground with a pale face: "Taoist Priest! I am willing to do anything!
Please accept me!"
Master Yushu shook his head and sighed, but did not change his mind: "My child, you have worked hard to take care of Pindao these days. Now, go home quickly."
The so-called poor martial arts talent will not account for much in the eyes of Master Yushu. The Qingcheng Sect is a Jianghu force, and it is also a Taoist temple. Even if they cannot learn any martial arts, teaching some Taoist scriptures is not a problem.
Master Yushu was unwilling to accept Amao, mainly because of the child's impure nature. He did not look down on the other party to seize the opportunity to repay a favor. If the other party was really obsessed with martial arts, he would be able to accept it with some small tricks.
What he looked down upon was Amao's determination and patience. In the past few days of getting along with each other, although Amao was extremely attentive, many of the other person's own shortcomings were also exposed in the eyes of Master Yushu.
The Qingcheng Sect can accept a disciple with poor martial arts talent, because in addition to martial arts, they can also teach humanities.
Qingcheng Sect can also accept a scheming disciple, because Master Yushu is confident that he can bring him back to the right path.
However, the Qingcheng Sect will not and cannot accept a disciple who has an impure mind and is ambitious and eager for quick success. This is not only useless to them, but may also bring disaster.
As the head of the Qingcheng Sect, Master Yushu is responsible for the entire sect, so he cannot accept Amao.
Amao's whole body was cold, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red. He raised his head and looked at Master Yushu with some grievance and reluctance: "But, Grandpa Taoist Master, I saved you."
When he said these words, something seemed to be broken in Amao's heart. As a person who aspires to be famous in the world, his self-identity is that of a hero who does good deeds without expecting anything in return.
But now, in order to impress the other party, Amao did not hesitate to modify this kindness and use it as a bargaining chip. Such an ugly move made him feel ashamed.
But even so, Master Yushu's attitude still hasn't changed at all.
"My child, you saved Pindao. This kindness and kindness will be remembered by Pindao in his heart. In the future, Pindao will personally come to thank you for your life-saving grace."
This was not a casual remark that Master Yushu used to excuse himself. As the head of a major Taoist sect, he was hard-pressed to follow his words. Even if the other person was only a half-grown child, his life-saving kindness was true, so he came to thank him.
will be true.
Amao was busy taking care of him these days. He was grateful for this kindness, so he chose to come to the door in person. Although Master Yushu was unwilling to accept him as a disciple, he could give him some fame in return.
But Amao was just a child. He didn't understand the value behind Master Yushu's gratitude. After being rejected again, he felt like a clown.
The little young man could not bear such humiliation. He did not continue to beg Master Yushu, but just told him loudly that he did not need his Shanmen to express his gratitude.
In the end, Amao left in despair. He thought everything was too good beforehand. A kind Taoist priest like Yushu perfectly matched the image of the mysterious martial arts master in the storybook, so he never thought about it.
, the other party rejects the possibility of oneself.
Amao returned to the village, and several young friends he knew came to greet him. They asked him what had happened in the past few days.
Amao was in a low mood. Hearing this group of people keep asking questions about this matter, he felt for a moment that they were all laughing at him. Suddenly, an unknown fire rose in his heart. He waved his thin forearms frantically,
All these friends were beaten away.
"Amao, why are you crazy?"
The one who came out to stop Amao was the child king of the village. He was tall and tall, two heads taller than him, and his brute strength was not something that little Amao could resist.
Amao was easily subdued by the opponent, but tears of disappointment fell from his eyes. The child king was a little panicked when he saw it. He thought he had hurt the opponent because of his own actions.
"Grandpa, the village chief, wants you to come over right away." The child Wang, who thought he had caused trouble, dropped these words and left in a hurry.
Amao squatted on the ground and cried for a while. More and more villagers were watching, and at least some of them whispered and pointed at him. He couldn't stand the look, so he covered his face and fled back to his home.
Amao buried his head in the quilt. After an unknown amount of time, footsteps were heard outside the door. The gray-haired village chief stood at the door and coughed heavily.
Seeing that Amao, who had his head buried in the quilt, showed no response, the village chief came up angrily, lifted up the quilt, and lectured Amao.
The content was nothing more than that the other party didn't know how to make progress and wasted his time in a muddleheaded way every day. Amao turned a deaf ear to it, with a gloomy look on his face and no intention of introspection at all.
The village chief was angry. He went out and picked up a bamboo pole and when he came back, he whipped Amao until he screamed.
"Grandpa Village Chief, I know I was wrong!"
Amao was overcome with tears and runny nose. Seeing that he had given up, the village chief threw the bamboo pole in his hand on the ground and said angrily: "Listen up, there is not peace in the mountains recently. Someone has seen it."
Be careful when strangers come in and out with guys!"
After explaining the important words to the other party, the village chief left, leaving Amao alone in a daze.
The village chief's words immediately made Amao find the point he had overlooked. They found that the Taoist priest who was seriously injured had many strange wounds on his body. Although he was not a martial artist, he could also tell that the wounds did not look like rocks.
Caused by floods.
Now that he heard the village chief's words, Amao suddenly realized that the purple-robed Taoist priest was probably harmed by thieves and ended up like this. As he thought about this, his heart started to beat loudly. The heroic dream that had been shattered into pieces,
Suddenly there was a glimmer of hope.
If he saves the Taoist priest again this time, will he change his mind? Amao thought this, and his already silent mind became restless again.