"Being able to survive today is all due to the pharmacopoeia and notes accumulated by Master Guangxie, as well as the various precious medicinal materials in the house, as well as the accumulation in the past few months. Otherwise, it would be impossible to achieve such an achievement today." Xia Shang
To be very serious, the experiences he has experienced in the past few months are the wealth of his life. Without the careful teachings of all the masters, it would be impossible for him to survive today.
Thinking about it, the masters of Xia and Shang Dynasty clasped their fists one by one and kowtowed to the ground from the bottom of their hearts: "Master is here, I accept my disciple's obeisance."
Among the seven masters, only six masters were not present. Xia Shang's etiquette today came from his heart and seemed much more sincere than when he became a master that day. Several masters also felt it truly, and they all smiled happily, nodded and said good things.
.This group of old people who are separated from the secular world have a simple wish, that is, someone who can inherit their mantle will appear, so that their talents will not be left without anyone. Now that someone finally has someone, how can they not be happy?
"Good disciple... Good disciple... All my master's skills in life are in the book given to you. You have read them all, and you can only understand the rest." Guangxie murmured to himself, as if
He warned Xia Shang, but his voice was very low, and he was only faintly heard saying, "I have made many regrets and mistakes in my life as a teacher. I thought it was a punishment from God, but I didn't expect that in the last moment,
There will be an outstanding apprentice like you. Now that there is a successor, I have nothing to worry about. Good...good...good..."
Guangxie's words became quieter and quieter, and the last three words "good" were no longer audible.
After the words were spoken, Guangxie was seen sitting cross-legged on the chair, with his head slightly lowered, looking very peaceful, but never moved again.
On a sunny day, a gust of cold wind came, making people tremble all over. Suddenly, patches of winter snow fell one after another. The rare and refreshing Suzhou City was once again covered with silver. The old man sitting in the courtyard seemed to be uncomfortable.
Although it was cold, he still lowered his head and remained motionless. Only his dry white hair moved with the wind, blending with the fluffy snowflakes, as if they were about to disappear in the wind and snow.
Xia Shang was stunned. He looked at the suddenly motionless old man in front of him, with anxiety and uneasiness on his expression.
Xia Shang looked at the other masters and found that they looked at the old man who was sitting there naturally, with a faint smile on their faces.
"Third Master...Master Guangxie..."
no respond!
Xia Shang became anxious, walked up to the third master, and reached out to shake his body, but was grabbed by the second master.
"Don't touch him. His body is full of poison that has no cure. If you touch it, you will die."
"Third Master, he..."
"You guessed it right, Third Master Guangxie has left."
"Leaved? Impossible!" Xia Shang didn't want to believe it, "It was fine that second, how could he leave now?"
"Your third master has been poisoned all over his body. No part of his body is healthy. The reason why he is still alive is that he hopes to have someone to inherit his skills. And every day he lives, he has to endure the poison silently.
The pain caused. So it’s a good thing that he can go away now without having to endure the pain anymore, and you are his hope.”
The old Taoist said in a low voice: "Yes, your third master told me a long time ago that as long as he finds someone who can inherit his skills, he will no longer insist on it. You don't have to worry about this matter. Whose body is your third master's body?"
They cannot be touched and must be cremated on the spot."
"If a person is dead, you can't even touch the body. What kind of poison was in the third master? Who is so cruel?" Xia Shang's face was solemn and serious.
Liu Cenfeng wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the master: "It's all an old story of the previous generation, so don't mention it again. A fire, a pile of ashes, scattered with the wind, a cool death, it's nothing
inappropriate."
Having said that, the old Taoist waved his hand, and the strong Qi turned into flames and engulfed the third master's body.
Watching the flames rising in the snow, no one lamented the terrifying skill of the old Taoist. What everyone was thinking about was probably the memories of being with this old poisoner.
Today's joy was much lessened by Guang Xie's departure, and Xia Shang was not overjoyed to see the light of day again, but instead felt a little heavier.
After being locked up in a small dark room for more than four months, Xia Shang's cultivation was not yet completely over.
An hour later, everyone left, leaving only Lao Dao and Xia Shang.
Sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, the snow is still falling, but the old man is not in the mood to drink today.
"Don't worry too much about the feeling that every master of yours is the third master. If you really care about us old guys, just learn your skills conscientiously. As for me...as long as you can
Let Yingxiongzhuang become famous again in the world."
"My apprentice didn't take it to heart before, but now he will remember it and will definitely go back and do it."
The old Taoist nodded with satisfaction: "You have learned everything you should learn now, but you have not learned the most important thing."
"Martial arts?"
The old Taoist nodded: "Now show me the breathing method you used before."
Xia Shangyi frowned, this was not what he was good at, and he was a bit cautious after all. However, seeing the seriousness on the old Taoist's face, he followed the instructions and began to breathe calmly.
Today's environment was different. Xia Shang had no experience in breathing calmly in the snow, so it didn't go very well.
"Stop." The old man shouted lightly.
Xia Shang opened his eyes. The poor breathing method was still helpful in refreshing himself, and he felt a lot more energetic.
But the old Taoist's expression was not very good, and he shook his head: "You may have started, but your progress is too slow. Your current situation is not enough to cultivate my internal strength."
"But you can learn my moves first."
A voice came from the entrance of the courtyard. The sixth master Lu Lisheng, whom he had only met once, appeared there. He was dressed neatly in an elegant gray Taoist uniform. Although his face was old, his clean and neat facial features could imagine how elegant and free he was when he was young. Unfortunately,
His hands were hanging down helplessly, which was extremely inconsistent with his figure at the moment. But as soon as this person appeared, his whole body was filled with sharp sword intent, and he had a sharp-edged feeling that was intimidating.
Hearing the sound, the old man stood up and said, "You're here."
"I'm here." Lu Lisheng spoke in a calm voice, walked up to Xia Shang, looked at Xia Shang, "This kid had better take care of all the things that need to be dealt with. He doesn't have any extra time to learn the sword from me."
The old Taoist said: "From today on, you will learn swordsmanship from the Sixth Master, and your Sixth Master has a rule. He only teaches swordsmanship to others for three days, but you can learn from him for seven days. How much you can learn depends on yourself.
It’s up to you.”
Xia Shang was a little surprised and looked at Lu Lisheng, trying to see the difference in him.
His rules are a little arrogant, but these days only those with enough skills can have such arrogance. Maybe if you follow him, you can really learn a few moves?
Xia Shang hurriedly stood up. This was the best opportunity for him to learn martial arts. He cupped his fists and bowed: "Disciple must remember the teachings of the sixth master."
Lu Lisheng glanced at Xia Shang, turned around and started: "Follow me." (To be continued)