MTL - Being Scolded As a Loser? All the Big Guys In Beijing Are Rushing To Pamper Me-Chapter 72 Apprenticeship! The mysterious master and servant under the cliff
Chapter 72 Apprenticeship! The mysterious master and servant under the cliff
Shen Kun felt that there was a way to do it, and said loudly: "Don't complain! Evil people will be punished by nature, and it's because I'm not good at learning. If I were more powerful, I wouldn't be tricked."
The hammer can only carry and play tricks, so he is not worthy of complaining.
And he will take revenge when he returns to the village.
“Stupid!” the middle-aged man uttered one word.
Shen Kun: "?!" Why are you still swearing? Isn't his answer right?
In my sister’s words, these words are so grand and upright, and they are definitely the best words to use when becoming a disciple.
The middle-aged man was surprised to see Shen Kun's bones. He had the idea of accepting a disciple at the first sight of him, and he did not hesitate to teach him.
“No matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of the kitchen knife. Don’t underestimate anyone.
If someone hurts you, you should repay ten points. Learning martial arts is not something you can tolerate. Evil people have their own destiny. If you really think so, why bother learning martial arts? "
If this person had eyes, how could his amazingly talented master end up in his current situation?
Qing Feng’s eyes darkened, aura pouring out of him, and his blade-like eyebrows made people feel even more stressed.
Shen Kun was not afraid, and his heartbeat was beating wildly with excitement.
For him, the more powerful the master, the better.
Qingfeng's cold eyes fell on Shen Kun, "Why do you want to learn martial arts?"
Shen Kun stood up straight. After soaking in the body-building potion, his body became stronger and stronger like a powerful sword.
“To protect my family from being bullied.”
He doesn’t have that big ambition, he just wants to become stronger and protect the laughter in his family.
The young man’s eyes were very bright, and he obviously meant what he said.
Qingfeng was slightly startled, but felt satisfied in his heart, but said: "I have no ambition. If you don't stand on a high place, how can you protect the people you want to protect?"
Shen Kun's eyes became brighter and brighter. He focused all his attention on this moment. He knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, "Shen Kun pays homage to the master and thanks him for his teaching."
The man was stunned and scolded with a cold face: "Who agreed that you would become a disciple? You brat..."
This brat really knows how to climb up the bamboo pole!
"Hehe." Shen Kun chuckled, "If master is unwilling to accept me, he won't say a word of nonsense to me."
Although he is stupid, he is not brainless.
The man was captured by the generals and snorted coldly: "Every day from Yin to Chen, come here to find me."
Although Shen Kun shamelessly accepted his master's invitation, the master didn't nod, and his heart was still hanging in the air.
Hearing this, his eyes turned red with excitement.
“Master, have you accepted me?”
“That’s embarrassing!” Qingfeng’s palm as big as a palm patted his shoulder. The young man’s feet did not move, just like a cold pine tree.
I feel a little more satisfied.
“Have you ever practiced this?” He couldn’t hide his curiosity in his tone.
Shen Kun blushed, scratched his head and said, "No, I just heard someone say that the first step in learning martial arts is to learn the horse stance, so I practice it every day."
“That’s right, keep persisting.” Thinking of the heat he felt when he saved him before, Qingfeng looked at him steadily and asked, “Have you really never become a disciple before?”
"No!" Shen Kun said with a serious look on his face, "I will only worship one master."
Qingfeng’s expression changed and he felt complicated.
Having never been a master but having real energy, this kid...
“Brother Kun, are you there? I heard a voice—” This voice echoed far away on the cliff.
Suddenly, Qingfeng grabbed Shen Kun's shoulders, tapped his toes on the cliff, moved his body, and led the man up.
“You go down the mountain first.”
Having said that, he wanted to get out of the way.
Shen Kun subconsciously grabbed him and asked again firmly: "Master, you accept me, right?"
Qingfeng met the young man's bright eyes, paused, and took out a dagger with hair as sharp as clay, "This dagger is given to you as a meeting gift."
Thinking of the ups and downs that the dagger had gone through with him, his eyes dimmed.
"This dagger is with me. I just hope you can never forget your original intention of practicing martial arts." "Go, don't forget the time tomorrow morning."
After finishing speaking, he ducked away and moved like the wind.
Shen Kun had admiration in his eyes, and thinking that this was his master, he laughed happily.
Then he turned around and ran in the direction of the sound, his figure showing happiness.
Qingfeng returned to where he lived.
There is an exquisite bamboo house built here, and a clear stream runs through it, making it very convenient to use water.
Walking across a wooden bridge, there is a bamboo forest next to it.
The scenery is picturesque.
There is a man sitting at the door of the bamboo house. The man is in a wheelchair. He is thin and has half white and half black hair. He is dressed in cloth but has an impressive bearing.
Hearing the footsteps, I raised my eyes. Those eyes were filled with tolerance that had gone through thousands of sails, like a deep pool or the mist floating in the mountains, making it difficult to see the emotion.
“Accepting a disciple.”
Shen Yan chuckled deeply. Although it was a question, his tone was affirmative.
“Sir, you are as clever as ever.”
Hearing Qingfeng mention that year, memories flashed through Shen Yanshen's eyes, fleetingly.
“What kind of magical plan is there? No one can make a perfect plan.” He shook his head and said.
After saying that, he changed the subject, "You are so capable that you hide with me in the deep mountains and old forests. I am wronging you."
Qingfeng's face changed, "Sir, please don't say that. If it weren't for you, my life would have been lost long ago... Even my skills were learned from you. Qingfeng is willing to protect you to the death."
Shen Yanshen's eyes showed a hint of helplessness.
At this time, a gust of cold wind blew, and Qingfeng pushed the wheelchair toward the house.
“Sir, your health is not good, please be careful of catching cold.”
“It’s not a problem.” Shen Yan said with a deep smile, “I remember back in Huangsha Pass…”
There was a flash of memory in Qingfeng's eyes.
Huangsha Pass.
At that time, my husband was a strategist full of ingenuity, and he was his entourage. They and the prince were outside the pass, eating meat, drinking heavily, and galloping into the sunset...how cool and comfortable they were.
Unlike now, the wind and clouds have dispersed.
Everybody is hiding.
Entering the room, Shen Yanshen put on his turban, held an orphan book in his hand, and said, "Since you have accepted a disciple, let's teach him well."
Qingfeng nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, sir, I will give you all I have."
Just like the person who taught him back then.
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said the other side.
Shen Kun ran along the sound and bumped into the villagers soon after.
Shen Er breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his son was fine. He walked over and slapped Shen Kun on the forehead without any force.
“You brat, where have you gone? Let everyone look for you everywhere.”
If Sister Nian knew that he had lost her second brother, would he get something good to eat?
Shen Kun, who had rough skin and thick flesh, didn't feel any pain, so he pretended to be aggrieved in front of everyone.
"I didn't run around. The hammer fell to the bottom of the valley. I went down to carry him on my back. Before I could stand still, he pushed me down. If it hadn't been for my teacher... I am in good health, I would still be lying down at the bottom. .”
Shen Er's face turned ugly.
“Have you been pushed to the bottom?”
As he asked, he grabbed his son and looked him up and down.
Shen Kun: "...Dad, I'm fine."
Shen Er felt relieved and pulled him down the mountain, his temper rising.
“Let’s go and find him. What’s wrong with him? He’s a cold-hearted white-eyed wolf. If I don’t hang him up and beat him today, I won’t even have the face to see you..."
(End of this chapter)
