Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty One Martial Master
After landing on the beach, Zhang Baoer originally planned to go to the nearest big city to understand the situation, but he stopped on the beach just after landing.
On the side is a small fishing village, in front is a coconut grove, behind the coconut grove is a big banyan tree, under the banyan tree there are three children and an old man.
"Cough cough cough cough..."
"Hey!"
"drink!"
…
Three topless children wearing shorts were practicing in the shade. Although the oldest was only seven or eight years old, it could be seen from their expressions that they were very attentive. Even though they were sweating profusely, they did not relax their hands.
From the moves, it can be seen that they have been practicing for a long time, and their movements are very coherent and do not stagger.
The old man seemed to be in poor health and kept coughing, but his eyes were unblinking and he would point out whenever someone had a problem.
The reason why Zhang Baoer stopped and then quietly appeared in the distance to watch was because these children had no routine in their movements. They all punched or kicked according to their own ideas. This surprised him because it was difficult for an adult to do it.
Like this, but these three children can do this.
Finally, he set his sights on the old man, because he could tell at a glance that he was teaching.
What surprised him the most was that the old man was actually a mortal - seeing that a mortal could teach such a disciple, he couldn't help but be shocked and curious.
"Xiang Lao..."
Suddenly, a young man's joyful voice came from a distance. After hearing the voice, the old man motioned to the children to stop and rest.
Not long after, a dark-skinned young woman ran over from the direction of the village, then held the old man's hand with excitement and said:
"Xiang Lao, it's done! It's done..."
After taking a few breaths, she shouted to the thoughtful old man:
"Adi successfully awakened his spirit at the Spirit Opening Ceremony in Wanghai Town! He will be back soon!"
"Wow!"
"Very good!"
"Run!"
The three children heard the words and ran to the village with cheers, and the old man also walked back with the support of the woman.
Zhang Baoer looked at the old man's back thoughtfully, because he saw that the old man was ecstatic after hearing the good news, but then quickly flashed a hint of sadness, and then he got up and went back happily.
"The Dantian area seems to have been injured..."
After pondering for a moment, he followed quietly.
Xiaoyu Village, with only forty households, was in a state of excitement. Everyone gathered at the entrance of the village facing the main road and eagerly awaited the person who had successfully awakened.
The center of the crowd was originally a fisherman and a woman, but when the old man named Xiang arrived, he took their place.
Zhang Baoer could see that these people respected the old man very much, and when the couple looked at him, their eyes were full of gratitude. It was not difficult to guess that the awakened person should have also been treated by the old man named Xiang.
for his guidance, because they all called him: Master Xiang.
From this, it can also be seen that the old man does not seem to be related to these people.
Click, click, click…
Suddenly, there was a sound of running in the distance, and soon after, three broken horses appeared in the distance, carrying three people and dragging their long sandy gray tails, rushing towards here.
The three of them were all wearing white Xiu Jinyang uniforms. The two on the left and right were strong men, both foundation-building monks. The one in the middle was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. You could tell from his dark complexion that he was a villager.
The one we are waiting for.
"Dad! Mom! Sister! Folks! I'm back!"
Still far away, the overjoyed young man raised his hands and shouted, and was immediately greeted by a hoarse response of joy.
Finally, he jumped off the horse and was surrounded by everyone.
Zhang Baoer couldn't help but secretly sigh for the lonely old man outside the crowd, because his old eyes were filled with endless envy and disappointment - the young man never called his name from the beginning to the end.
From this, he became interested, so he stayed and planned to continue to see how things would develop.
After sharing the joy, the young man led his parents to the two proud-looking men who had accompanied him here, and introduced them, with words full of admiration and gratitude.
Then, he came to the old man and bowed, then handed out a small gray bag and said with a smile:
"Lao Xiang, the mayor has recruited me as his general. These are the ten middle-grade spiritual stones I promised you. Please keep them!"
"Okay, okay..."
The old man put it away with a forced smile, and then gave some encouragement, and then...no more. Everyone happily prepared a banquet to entertain the young man and the two men. The old man surnamed Xiang walked into the village carrying a small cloth bag.
In a thatched house not far away.
As soon as he sat down, there was a sound of footsteps, and when he turned around, he saw the young man.
The young man hesitated to speak, and the old man looked at him quietly. Finally, he struggled and said:
"I told the elder...the mayor that spiritual awareness is a natural talent and has nothing to do with nurture..."
Hearing this, the old man trembled and suddenly became a lot older, and remained silent.
The young man sighed and said:
"The reason why I didn't expose it in front of everyone is because I didn't want to crush their dreams. I won't drive you away. I hope you can continue to teach them... After all, boxing and kicking are still very useful. I will use this to
I defeated an old man who was in the early stage of the foundation building period and tried to bully me when he saw that I was new. Even if my younger brothers and sisters are unable to awaken, they still have some ability to protect themselves, which is a good thing."
At this point, the young man didn't seem to know what to say and couldn't go on, so he paused.
The old man said nothing and listened silently.
After a long while, after hearing a voice calling his name in the distance, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Xiang Lao, don't worry, I won't let your work go in vain. From now on, I will give you one...three middle-grade spiritual stones every year!"
He raised his head to the old man named Xiang, looked at him with complicated eyes for a long time, sighed and nodded.
Seeing this, the young man turned and left. Soon, more lively sounds rang out in the distance due to his arrival.
At this point, Zhang Baoer has understood the whole story. In order to survive, the old man surnamed Xiang should have told the villagers that the probability of spiritual enlightenment would increase under his teachings, so everyone sent their children to him in exchange for food and other gifts.
Reward; and he may have made an agreement with them in order to repair his damaged Dantian, that as long as someone awakened, he would have to give him ten more middle-grade spiritual stones, so that was the scene just now.
As for why the villagers forgot his existence so quickly, there is no big reason, because this is also a kind of human nature - seeing the sun and forgetting the fire.
He did not leave, but looked at the old man quietly. After the young man left, the old man threw the bag containing ten middle-grade spiritual stones aside without even looking at them. His old eyes stared blankly as they fell towards the sea.
The sunset, when the sunset disappeared, he suddenly smiled sadly.
At this time, the young man's parents brought him a sumptuous meal. After they left the thatched house with a lot of gratitude, the old man sighed and started eating.
After eating, he glanced in the direction of the brightly lit fishing village, then poured a medium-grade spiritual stone from the bag into his mouth.
Zhang Baoer, who was drowsy, suddenly became energetic because he saw the old man's eyes changed, full of unwillingness, sorrow and anger.
Then, he stood up, stretched out his hands and feet while the energy of the spiritual stone was still in his body, and started practicing in the room.
Zhang Baoer's eyes suddenly widened because he saw a charm. Although it was very faint, it was an incredible thing to appear in a mortal.
Then, he was even more frightened, because he actually had the illusion that the old man was integrated with the thatched house, and his fists and feet seemed to be their grief and anger at being cut down to build a house!
The movement was very slow and had no power, but Zhang Baoer was shocked without any surprise. He could easily do this, even more transcendently, but his heart told him:
"Don't say that it was impossible for me to do it when I was a mortal. Even if I push it forward more than ten years, it is impossible to do it when I have the cultivation level of the divine palace... Because this is extraordinary and a miracle! It is in martial arts...
…Grandmaster!”
"Eh!"
The old man suddenly stopped moving and became sickly again. Zhang Baoer knew that this was because the spiritual power of the middle-grade spiritual stone was exhausted.
He really wanted to watch the old man practice again, and the old man seemed to want to do it too, but he finally endured it with a look of pain on his face, and buried the remaining nine pieces of middle-grade spirit stones in the cloth bag in the ashes of the stove.
After checking it and finding that it was hidden, the old man walked out of the thatched house and walked to the beach.
Since there is no moon, the night in this world is so dark that nothing can be seen, but the old man can look in the direction of the sea without blinking until midnight.
If the sea breeze hadn't turned cold and his body couldn't bear it, Zhang Baoer felt that he might have sat there until dawn.
He was curious about what he saw, but he refrained from showing up and followed him back to his small thatched hut.
The old man didn't mutter to himself. After walking into the house, he lay down and fell asleep.
Zhang Baoer originally thought that the two men might come to ask for the ten middle-grade spiritual stones, but they did not come at dawn and left with the young man.
This made him realize: ten middle-grade spiritual stones are not a big amount here, and the people here may not be in chaos because of proper governance.
So his interest in this place became even stronger.
After leaving that person, the three children from yesterday and four other young men and women of different sizes came to the door of the old man who didn't get up to say goodbye. They knocked on the door and invited the old man to eat. They were impatient.
Ask the old man to teach them.
The old man changed his sad look from last night, immediately nodded in agreement, and then led the seven people to the big banyan tree from yesterday.
After practicing for a long time and everyone was tired, the morning class seemed to be over. After sending the old man back to the thatched hut, they all left.
The old man lit a fire alone to heat the food he had brought in the morning, but just as he stretched out his chopsticks to start eating, a voice suddenly rang: