Meiji people
Mei Jiren, one of the Seven Sword Immortals
The storyteller has long heard the name of Mr. Jiren, the famous swordsman, but like everyone else on the mainland, he has never seen Mr. Jiren in person.
When he heard his name, he perked up and bowed in salute: "I have met Mr. Jiren."
This is a real senior!
It is different from the names such as "Eighth Sword Immortal".
The title "Mr. Jiren" represents Meijiren's achievements in the inheritance of ancient sword cultivation, and he should be regarded as a grandmaster of a hundred generations!
"Um."
Mei Jiren knocked on the paper fan and didn't respond much. She just looked at the Eight Masters and said straight to the point: "I have gone through all the trouble to arrange to meet at a place like this, but I don't know why you came here to find me?"
"For the inheritance of kendo, and for the future of kendo." Bazun knew what was right and correct.
Mei Jiren raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, obviously not expecting to get such an answer.
He smiled and said: "The Eighth Sword Immortal is a great talent in this world, and he is proficient in the nine major sword arts. If it is for the inheritance of swordsmanship and the future of swordsmanship, I think what you can do is not much worse than the old man."
"I can't." Ba Zunzun shook his head decisively, "I have already sealed my sword, but now that the 'ban on martial arts' is in force, my body has also become weak. I have had a lot of troubles in my life, and it is no longer suitable for strenuous activities. "
Feng Jian... Mei Jiren narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly thought of the young swordsman he met on the first floor of the sky.
His inference, did the mantra hit the eight gods and understand the current situation
Sure enough, my vision did not miss it.
That kid was a genius that day!
It's a pity that the other party has great ambitions and doesn't want to be his apprentice.
Mei Jixin felt regretful, but with a smile on his face, he said: "Since your 'rebirth', the 'activities' you have done cannot be called 'ordinary'. This is your latest move towards the Holy Slave. self-interpretation?”
He had something to say. It was obvious that he already knew that the Eight Masters killed seven hundred people in white clothes in the White Grotto, sent Gou Wuyue back to the mountain to be imprisoned, went fishing in the Yunlun Mountains, planned the Great War between Saints, and attracted the world with rare treasures. They are flocking to the city in the sky.
And the reality is indeed true. How can these things, one after another, be a sign of "not suitable for strenuous activities"
Bazun smiled and said: "I think you can see more than this level. But ordinary people can accidentally trample ants to death when they walk. What I do, apart from the white cave, is just playing chess. …How can a mere game of chess be called a 'violent activity'?"
Mei Jiren was silent.
Chess game…
This sounds easy to say, but the person you are playing chess with is not simple.
"As expected of the Eighth Sword Immortal!" After praising, Mei Jiren stopped delving into further details and returned to the topic, "So, what exactly do you want me to help you with?"
Bazun looked at him deeply: "Teach me the sword!"
Teaching swordsmanship
Meiji was shocked.
Of course, it was impossible for him to interpret Bazun Shu's words as meaning that he wanted to teach the opponent swordsmanship. How could he start teaching this
The other person's implication could only be that he wanted to teach someone the way of ancient sword cultivation.
Who could it be
What a great honor!
How noble does it have to be to have Ba Zunzun personally come forward and persuade people to teach swordsmanship
Mei Jiren responded without thinking carefully: "This seems to be your strength as well? And 'teaching swords' cannot be regarded as 'violent activity'."
"Of course not." Bazun smiled knowingly, "Unfortunately, I am busy playing chess and can't spare time to teach others."
No time... Mei Jiren was choked by this reason.
You don’t have time, so you ask me to teach you. Is this so logical that it’s a bit outrageous
Is the old man like that, a person who has plenty of time
Feeling sulky in her chest, Mei Jiren opened her mouth and laughed "haha" and said no more.
In fact, he and Ba Zunzhen have not met much here, and they have no good friendship. Naturally, they will not think of agreeing to the other party's unreasonable request.
"How is it?" Bazun asked with a smile as he seemed not to notice his husband's expression and language.
Mei Jiren paused. The person on the other end was obviously not really stupid and failed to understand what he meant.
Can “teach people”…
Meiji people never like to be forced.
He teaches people to rely solely on fate and God's will. He will not force anyone, nor will he deliberately force fate or encounter.
Expecting this, Mei Jiren responded silently, but with a "swipe" sound, she opened the folding fan in her hand, pointed the fan at the two people in front of her, and shook it gently.
The wind is howling by the river, why do we need a paper fan to keep us cool
But when the paper fan was twisted out, the eyes of the Eight Masters and the Storyteller stopped and fell on the fan.
On it, there are three large Chinese characters:
"I reject."
The storyteller was stunned.
He watched closely and never saw his husband change the paper fan.
When the other party appeared, he had the paper fan in his hand.
Doesn't this mean that Mr. Jiren has made up his mind from the very beginning, that it is impossible to accept his brother's request, and that he never wants to get involved with the Holy Slave
yes!
If he accepts this, is he more than just a "teacher of swordsmanship"
This directly means that Mr. Jiren has entered the arena, and the camp he has chosen is the "Holy Slaves" - the opposite of the Holy Temple!
The storyteller knows that Mr. Jiren is able to live alone because he has no position of his own. He never takes sides and is only obsessed with the art of swordsmanship.
Beside them, the Eight Masters and the Storyteller were thinking quite differently.
He was not at all surprised, and quickly looked away from the three characters on the fan, as if he had never seen it before.
"Mr. Jiren, there are times when you cherish your talents, right?" He meant something, as if he was recalling the scene where the young man fought with his sword at the end of the world, and Wen Ting met Meijiren in the snow.
Mei Jiren read the meaning of the opposite person and did not respond. She still gently shook the folding fan in her hand:
I reject!
Ba Zunzhen did not give up and asked: "If, then is he a great talent like me?"
Mei Jiren's movements froze.
Such boasting would turn around and leave if it were applied to others.
But when Bazun said this, his heart moved.
However, the beating of the heart represents death.
Mei Jiren didn't want to take such a risk, so he waved the paper fan again and said with a smile: "I appreciate talents, but I am never good at being a teacher, and I don't like to force anything..."
"What if he is Xu Xiaoshou?" Ba Zunzun interrupted with a turbid gaze.
The storyteller looked sideways, surprised.
He had not previously known that the Eight Masters knew the purpose of this trip.
But when Ba Zunzun said personally that he was here for Xu Xiaoshou, the storyteller suddenly felt a little...jealous
Brother, have you ever been so kind to someone
Mei Jiren stopped shaking the fan again and raised his brows. After three breaths, his expression calmed down and he said: "So that's it... But if the person who teaches the sword is Xu Xiaoshou, this will be even more... It’s impossible.”
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"Why?" asked the storyteller.
Mei Jiren glanced at him and said with a smile: "To be honest, I have met Xu Xiaoshou and wanted to teach him. Unfortunately, he did not accept the kindness."
The Eight Masters seemed to have known everything for a long time and said calmly: "Xu Xiaoshou has a very high self-esteem. He only takes the hard and not the soft. To put it bluntly, he is arrogant. He was even forced to become a disciple by Sang Qiye because he has I have a relationship at the back, so I won’t accept my husband’s kindness.”
This is too plain to say, and it already means "As long as I am here, he is right to refuse, because he really doesn't need you."
If it were anyone else, Mei Jiren would have turned around and left, but if Bazun was familiar with it, he would have accepted it.
It's just that the facts can be recognized, but Mei Jiji can never accept the other party's words. He said with a funny face: "Is it possible that I still want to force him to teach him swordsmanship?"
"Of course not. This is not in line with Mr. Jiren's style. It's too out of style." Bazun shook his head, "You can't have normal contact with people like Xu Xiaoshou."
Mei Jiren unconsciously closed the folding fan and knocked it gently, but did not ask any questions.
When you ask, you reveal your thirst for knowledge.
But Ba Zunzhen had already seen that Mei Jiren had been moved by him, or in other words, the other party had been moved by Xu Xiaoshou for a long time, but he had no choice but to leave in the end.
If Xu Xiaoshou really wanted to agree, maybe Mei Jiren would have been involved long ago!
To be honest, what kind of "teacher" wouldn't like Xu Xiaoshou's talent
Thinking of Xu Xiaoshou, Ba Zunzhen thought of Sang Lao.
To deal with Xu Xiaoshou, you need someone like Mr. Sang, not a meek guy like Mei Jiren!
Ever since, Ba Zunzun grinned and said: "Mr. Jiren, you might as well think about it from another angle. Xu Xiaoshou is so talented that you don't really need to 'teach' him. As long as you can make him understand what he should 'learn', My request is granted."
Not "teaching", but allowing them to "learn"
Meiji was doubtful, but Chrysostom was finally told: "I would like to hear the details."
"Hit him!" Bazun said concisely and concisely.
beat
The storyteller on the side looked back at his brother in shock, and his expression suddenly became strange.
Meiji was also frightened.
Hit someone
How can this be accomplished
How is this the way to be a teacher
Bazun knew that both of them had misunderstood what he meant, so he sighed and explained:
"Mr. Jiren, Xu Xiaoshou is a very human being. He needs a 'teaching', not a 'teacher'. He will act in any normal situation and will not cause any trouble for him...
"But hitting him is different!"
Bazun's expression suddenly became vivid, and under Mei Jiren's shocked and suspicious gaze, he spoke:
"Xu Xiaoshou is a rebellious person by nature. As I said before, he will take the tough and not the soft. He will never appreciate your good advice.
“But if you hit him, scold him, humiliate him, he will feel hatred and want revenge.
"This person's character is... special, but his learning ability is extremely strong. If you humiliate him with swordsmanship, he will have the idea of 'treating others with his own way', and then he will learn from you and use you Learned.
"In this way, hasn't our goal been achieved?"
After the eight masters finished their talk, Meijiren and the storyteller listened blankly, and then both fell silent.
Is this too much understanding of Xu Xiaoshou
I think too... The storyteller has mixed feelings.
Is it really feasible... Mei Jiren is still in shock.
He soon realized, why did he do this hard work
It was clear that Ba Zunzhen didn't want to do such a bad thing and make people angry, so he called him here.
There is no such thing as "I don't have time" or "it is not suitable for strenuous activities". They are all excuses!
"Using hatred to stimulate people's desire to learn is such a despicable and despicable method. I can't do it." Mei Jiren sneered, then opened the "I refuse" folding fan with a brush and slowly waved it.
If you refuse, go away, why are you still here... Bazun knows what's funny in his heart, but he still gives a solution to the problem seriously:
"Mr. Jiren is serious, this is not a tactic, but to deal with someone... Well, teach students in accordance with their aptitude.
"Since you are afraid that Xu Xiaoshou will be resentful, it is very simple. You only need to give him some comfort and hints while beating him.
"With Xu Xiaoshou's intelligence, he will definitely be able to understand it, and then feel grateful.
"Both sticks and jujubes go together. I believe that sir is much more experienced in dealing with such bad students than I am."
Ba Zunzhen shut up at the right time, leaving Mei himself deep in thought.
Well, the storyteller was also deep in thought, but his thoughts seemed to have strayed to an unknown place.
After a long time, the paper fan was closed again. While Meiji was tapping her palms, Bian Yang asked, "Old man, why do I need to help you?"
Because he is Xu Xiaoshou... Bazun knows it well.
Who among the sword cultivators in the Eastern Region didn't know that Mei Jiji and Yu Tu fought in a sleight of hand, and ended up losing completely
Because Mr. Yu Tu has trained an eighth sword immortal, Meiji has a lot of people all over the world, but not even one can master it.
But at this time, Mr. Jiren couldn't save face and needed an excuse. Bazunzhu understood it very well.
"This is a request from this junior, and in return, I can send you to the City in the Sky." Bazun said with a knowing smile, "There is what every spiritual refiner in the world longs for, the foundation of sainthood!"
Do I lack this thing... Mei Ji's voice rang in his heart, and he looked at Bazun Shu with an expressionless face, but he saw the opposite face also had a calm face, with the pearl of wisdom in hand.
It seems that Ba Zunzhen thought that the conditions he gave were very tempting to him.
Mei Jiren suddenly smiled.
This is indeed very tempting.
But it's not the "canonized Daoji", but the person Xu Xiaoshou.
"Being a saint or something like that, you and I are both ancient sword cultivators, so there's no need to talk about it, because it's meaningless."
Mei Jiren shook his head and said: "As for Xu Xiaoshou, I can help you, but the conditions are not what you said, and I don't lack anything for the time being... just think that you owe me a favor!"
As soon as these words came out, the storyteller's thoughts were brought back to reality, and he looked at him with a look of surprise.
Ba Zunzun was stunned for a moment, and the next second, color bloomed on his face.
It’s good to owe a favor!
If you are an ordinary person, it is difficult to repay a favor, so it is best not to owe it.
But when an old man like Meijiren, who has no worries and no position in his life, will really ask himself to help, wouldn't it be equivalent to announcing to the world that he is on the side of the Holy Slave
Ba Zunzhen almost thought that he heard wrongly, but he would rather make a mistake than give the other party a chance to change his mind, so he immediately took over the words: "Sir, I have great respect for my talent. If you are asked, you can speak at any time. Why do you need favors?"
Mei Jiren knocked on the paper fan and said with a smile: "It will happen."
After saying this, Ba Zunzun suddenly realized that the other person had already understood the misunderstanding his words would cause.
But this is actually not a misunderstanding at all!
Mei Jiren has already wanted to join the game!
"Xu Xiaoshou, where are you now?" Mei Jiren asked, as if she couldn't wait a moment and wanted to hit someone.
Ba Zunzhen suddenly fell silent. The other person was so frank. He felt ashamed for preparing his back-up plan.
"Huh?" Mei Jiren said in a nasal voice, as if she could smell the conspiracy again.
Bazun sighed: "Sir, when you see Xu Xiaoshou again, you should be... on Void Island."
Mei Jiren was stunned immediately.
Void Island
Doesn't this mean that as long as he agrees to the Eight Masters, no matter what, he will go to Void Island with the help of the Holy Slave, and then be recognized by the Holy Temple as having chosen a side, and he is also the opposite of the Holy Temple
"The Eighth Sword Immortal is indeed a prodigy at gaming. He can play chess and chess... It turns out that this old man is also a chess piece." Mei Jiren smiled half-heartedly.
"Ahem..." Bazunzhen coughed twice in embarrassment and did not dare to answer, "What about Xu Xiaoshou?"
"Hmph!" Mei Jiren snorted heavily and pointedly said, "A decrepit student is no worse than Yu Tu's apprentice!"
After saying this, he opened the paper fan again and shook it slowly.
This time, what is aimed at the two saint slaves is not the side with the three big words "I refuse", but the other side that has been hidden all this time:
"make a deal!"