I am the real person of Yuding

Chapter 177

"Master, why do you always pin this half of the bamboo stick around your waist?"

Under the tree, a young boy sat on the stage, curious about everything around him.

"How many times have I told you that this is the magic weapon of the master, named Jiujie! It is an extremely sharp sword!" The woman in yellow, as bright as the spring breeze in March, rolled her eyes at the little boy.

"But I've never seen Master pull it out. Master only knows how to use it to punish me and lie to me that it's a sword?" The little boy pursed his lips and spread his hands to express his disbelief.

"This sword is too fierce. As a teacher, I hope that I will never pull it out in this life!"

The woman in yellow said something that the little boy couldn't understand, but the little boy didn't pay attention to it.

One day the boy grew up to be a young man, and the young man went down the mountain to slay the monsters. Just after he went down the mountain, there was a sound of swords behind him, and the light of the sword pointed straight at the blue sky.

The boy froze in place: Is there anyone fighting in the mountains?There is such a style?
The two cultivators in the fight rushed into the clouds stepping on their swords, so fast that people couldn't see clearly.

The fight lasted for several hours, the young man only saw the white light and the Fayun flashing in the clouds, thinking that the alarm bell in the mountain had not sounded, but it was just a discussion between the same sects, so it was inconvenient for him to go forward, just watching good.

Until the yellow clothes stained with mottled blood fell from the cloud, the boy's heart fell into a cave of ice.

"Master—"

Stepping up on the wind, the boy rushed into the mountain gate and caught the seriously injured woman.

The nine knots turned into nine knots, one knot and one blade, slowly wrapping around the two of them.

The woman dotted the blood from her fingertips on the boy's forehead, and a passage of the past was like a wave, which made the boy's thoughts churn.

In addition to doubts and sadness in the eyes, there was a little more despair and a little more coldness.

"Do you hate me?" Tears dripped from the corners of the woman's eyes, her wish was all gone, only the person in front of her, she still owed.

"..." The boy didn't speak, and the tears in his eyes couldn't stop flowing down.

"I'm sorry..." The woman left these last three words, and then scattered in the wind and dust.

"Master——" Ye Jinchuan woke up suddenly, countless times, he saw her in his dream.

She always asks herself hate her?
He also doesn't know how to answer.

Ye Jinchuan wiped off the sweat from his forehead, got up and pushed the window open, outside the door, under the tree, on a small platform, Feng Zhi was sitting there writing the words he had just taught her yesterday.

The leaves sang softly, and the wind softly softened the time, as if returning to the past in a trance, the little boy asked the woman under the tree: "Master, am I practicing right?"

Feng Zhi cherishes this kind of opportunity very much, she will do her homework hard, practice swordsmanship and spells well, she has made rapid progress, but in more than a month, she can almost read all the words, and she also learned the fairy formula very quickly, Especially swordsmanship, Ye Jinchuan only demonstrates it once each time, and she can dance it very well.

This made Ye Jinchuan sigh with emotion, even if he himself could hardly achieve Feng Zhi's talent.

"Master——" Feng Zhi noticed Ye Jinchuan standing in front of the window looking at her, and shouted with a smile.

"Zhi'er, if you are tired, take a rest." Ye Jinchuan also smiled, he seldom smiled, to be precise, after the man left, he seldom smiled.

"Zhi'er is not tired!" Feng Zhi liked Ye Jinchuan calling her that. She remembered that someone called her that in the past, but later, the person who called her Zhi'er pushed her into the icy river with his own hands...

The girl came from the darkness and met a ray of light, which gradually illuminated the darkness in her heart, so the girl stood in the sunshine. In the light, the man smiled beautifully.

In a blink of an eye, the girl's hair was brushed long without a sound, and her tall figure had already passed the man's shoulders.

"Master - am I practicing right?"

Feng Zhi put the sword back into the scabbard, and asked with a smile to Ye Jinchuan who was sitting on the table.

"That's right, with this sword technique and mana power, you should be able to accept ordinary monsters." Ye Jinchuan poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Feng Zhi: "Sit down and rest, drink tea."

"Thank you, Master."

"Ah."

"prick--"

The sword swims like a dragon in the girl's palm, and the monster is quickly cut by her sword, and then scattered in the wind and dust.

Feng Zhi took out the jade card from his waist, flicked his hand to report the task to the sect, and then the jade card jumped out the ranking of the cultivators in the sect, and her master Ye Yuanchuan ranked first.

Today's Fengzhi can already enter the world to slay monsters alone, counting the one she just slayed, she has just been ranked among the top [-].

Such progress can be said to be extremely fast, and her name quickly spread among the six halls.

"Why do you think Uncle Ye doesn't recruit more disciples? Could it be that there is some secret hidden in him?"

As soon as Feng Zhi returned to the mountain gate, she heard people around her talking about her master, usually she didn't care, because there would always be someone discussing behind her back because of her master's admiration, she was almost used to it.

"Oh, haven't you heard of it?"

Suddenly someone answered, which inevitably aroused Feng Zhi's curiosity. Could it be that the people in the sect made up a new legend about their master?
"what?"

"Master Ye's master is a monster!"

Hearing this, Feng Zhi stopped in his tracks.

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"That's what it means. Why do you think Master Ye's mana is so powerful? It's because his master is a goblin. Few people know about it, but who am I? My father is the master of Qianyang Palace , I accidentally heard him mention it to my mother once."

"How to say?"

Feng Zhi clenched his fists, and was about to teach this nonsense kid a lesson, but when he heard that it was from the Lord Qianyang, his heart felt rippling again, so he quietly followed behind, wanting to hear the follow-up.

"It's a long story. Master Ye's master is named Xianlin. He was originally an orphan picked up by the sect master. He was accepted by the sect master as his personal disciple. At that time, many people wondered how she could be better than ordinary people. His mana is so much higher, do you think it is a natural talent?"

"Is not it?"

"Until one day, she invited the sect master to fight with her life, and finally was stabbed by the sect master's sword, and disappeared under the eyes of everyone!"

"Disappeared!?"

"Well, you know that every person or cultivator will have a corpse after death. Only monsters will be scattered in the wind and dust after death."

"Yes, so the sect master was also... also injured at that time, and then retreated until now?"

"Isn't it! Shhh - I don't dare to talk about this matter everywhere, I just treat you as a brother, so don't spread the word, don't let my father be afraid to beat me to death, after all, this matter..."

"So you think Master Ye is unwilling to recruit more disciples because he also has some ulterior secret?"

"It's hard to say, but he was brought up by a demon, who knows? And..."

"And what?"

"Have you ever met the disciples Master Ye has accepted?"

"There was a relationship once, what's the matter?"

"Do you think she looks a lot like Master Ye's master?"

"I don't know, I came in late..."

"bump--"

One blow was sent out, and the two people talking about the ground flew far away and were knocked down to the ground.

"Hey! Who is it?"

The two looked back, but there was nothing around them.

(End of this chapter)