"Since you have chosen to be my disciple, I will not treat you badly! Remember, my name is Jiang Sima!"
"Disciple pays homage to the master!" Jian Tongming knelt on one knee and bowed respectfully to Jiang Siming.
"Get up! I won't talk about so many red tapes and etiquette, as long as you remember that I am your master." Jiang Siming helped Jian Tongming up.
If Jiang Siming owed anyone, Jiang Siming only owed Sword Douluo. How could Jiang Siming bear to see Sword Douluo's descendants reduced to mediocrity?
The two of them walked like this and gradually arrived at the back hill of Shrek Academy.
"Master, this is a forbidden area!" Jian Tongming reminded.
"Of course I know that from now on, whether I'm here or not, this will be your place of cultivation. Do you understand?"
"This..." Jian Tongming hesitated.
"As long as I say yes, no one dares to say anything more! The most taboo thing for a sword wielder is to be timid!"
Jian Tongming nodded, knowing in his heart that his master was probably not an ordinary person.
"I will teach you the first lesson today!" Jiang Siming said, his body erupting with soaring sword intent.
Jian Tongming felt the powerful aura erupting from Jiang Siming's body, and the Seven Killing Sword martial soul in his body couldn't help but tremble with it.
If the decision to become Jiang Siming's teacher at first was just based on his feelings, then Jian Tongming now sincerely accepts Jiang Siming as his teacher.
Jiang Siming withdrew his sword intention.
"The senior who taught me how to practice swordsman asked me a question, and I will ask you again today. Why do you hold a sword?" Jiang Siming said meaningfully.
"I think..." Jian Tongming was about to blurt out, but seemed unable to do so.
Jiang Siming looked at Jian Tongming quietly. There was no unified answer to this question. It was just to clarify his goal.
"I want to become stronger! Become as powerful as my ancestors!" Jian Tongming raised his head, his eyes bright and full of determination.
"Very good! Remember your answer! This is your original intention of practicing swordsmanship! The motivation to become stronger!" Jiang Siming nodded with satisfaction. Maybe this answer is tacky, but it is indeed Jian Tongming's true intention.
"Martial spirits are determined innately, but how to use them is determined by the spirit master. If you want to use your sword to its full potential, you must understand why your sword should be unsheathed! Your intention is the intention of the sword, and you will
It's an irresistible sword!" Jian Tongming couldn't help but lower his head and pondered. Jiang Siming's theory was different from the traditional cultivation method. It was not simply about improving one's cultivation and adding soul rings to the martial soul.
"From today on! Swing your sword ten thousand times every day! If you feel it's useless, or you can't hold on! From now on, you will never come to the back mountain again, and there will be no relationship between you and me. Do you understand?" Jiang Siming said and turned around.
And left.
Jian Tongming's eyes were firm and he nodded heavily.
"In that case, you can practice here!" Jiang Siming turned around and left, and the family couldn't help but smile slightly.
Jian Tongming may not have outstanding talent, but his character is pretty good.
"Dirty old man, it seems that you really lived a good life in your later years! You even passed down the Seven Kills Sword!" Jiang Siming smiled and shook his head, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, and disappeared on the back mountain.
…
"Senior, why are you looking for me?" Xuanzi asked helplessly. He was drinking and taking a nap, but he was found by Jiang Siming.
"Our college should be pretty rich, right? Money is a little tight lately!"
Jiang Siming also had no choice but to do it. As the saying goes, having money is not everything, but being without money is absolutely impossible. The card given by Ning Fengzhi is definitely useless now, and it is definitely impossible if he doesn't have any money.
If Jiang Siming is alone, the remaining golden soul coins in the soul guide should be enough. But now that he has an additional disciple, he must be given some greeting gifts.
When Xuanzi heard that Jiang Siming was here to ask for money, he took out a gold card from his arms without any ink marks.
"Senior, here are 1 million gold soul coins. You can make do with it first. If it's not enough, come and get it later."
"Thank you then!" Jiang Siming thanked him, took the card and left directly.
"It's so uncomfortable to have another ancestor!"
…
"Yuhao, your grilled fish is so delicious! Can you leave one more for me today!" Wang Dong looked at Huo Yuhao pitifully.
Huo Yuhao also helplessly spread his hands.
"Okay! Don't tell Sister Xiaoya and the others! Otherwise I will be in trouble."
Huo Yuhao's craftsmanship is really good, but the number of grilled fish every day is limited. Therefore, this grilled fish has become a sought-after item among geniuses.
"It smells so good! Yuhao, can I have a taste?"
Jiang Siming came over at some point and looked at the two of them with a smile.
"Brother Sima wants to try my cooking, of course you can." Huo Yuhao said as he handed a bunch of grilled fish to Jiang Siming.
Wang Dong on the side was drooling to the ground, staring intently at the grilled fish that was already in Jiang Siming's hand.
"Yeah! It's really delicious!" Jiang Siming took a bite of Huo Yuhao's grilled fish. It was indeed extremely delicious.
Jiang Siming took out a copper soul coin from the soul guide and handed it to Huo Yuhao.
"No need, Brother Sima! This is what I asked you to do!" Huo Yuhao waved his hands hurriedly. Jiang Siming was his savior no matter what. How could Huo Yuhao be so embarrassed to accept Jiang Siming's money?
"Take it! One code equals one code, brothers, you still have to settle the score!"
Seeing Jiang Siming persisting, Huo Yuhao had no choice but to accept the copper soul coin.
"Eh? Brother Sima. The mark on your hand is so beautiful!" Wang Dong exclaimed in surprise when he saw half of the Snow Emperor's original mark on Jiang Siming's right hand.
Jiang Siming was also stunned and looked at the right hand holding the grilled fish. He forgot that half of the Snow Emperor's origin was still in him.
Jiang Siming turned his head and looked at Jiang Siming, with a different flavor in his eyes.
"Brother Sima, is there something on my face?" Huo Yuhao felt confused.
"He's looking at me!" Ice Emperor's voice suddenly sounded in Huo Yuhao's mind.
Huo Yuhao's whole body was shaken by the Ice Emperor's words. Tianmeng Bingsi and Ice Emperor were his biggest secrets. If others found out, the consequences would be disastrous.
"What? Bingbing, are you mistaken? How does he know that you are in Yuhao's spiritual consciousness? Who is this person?" Tianmeng Bingcan said with disbelief.
"Don't worry, Yuhao. Although I don't know how it sensed me, he should have no ill intentions towards you, otherwise he wouldn't have saved you in the first place! Besides, he has a deep connection with Shrek Academy and won't take action against you.
." Ice Emperor said comfortingly.
"Bingbing, the more you talk about this, the more curious I become!" Tianmeng Bingsi was confused when she heard this, and her curiosity couldn't stop rising.
"Shut up! Don't call me such a disgusting name!"
…
Listening to the conversation between the two soul beasts in his mind, Huo Yuhao couldn't stop sweating from his back. Jiang Siming looked at him with eyes that seemed to see through everything.
"Yuhao, what's wrong? You seem a little nervous." Jiang Siming looked at Huo Yuhao with a smile and said.
"No, actually I just thought of something." Huo Yuhao said in a hurry to deny it.
Jiang Siming looked at Huo Yuhao's reaction and thought to himself, "It seems that the Ice Emperor did not tell Huo Yuhao my true identity."
But even if the Ice King told him, how many people would believe it? Who would believe that a human being can live for ten thousand years?