"You have a point. They can definitely see it more clearly than you. So let's go with four."
Ji Yuan said this lightly with a smile, which made Zuo Wuji stunned again. This kind of words should have been an obvious joke, but for some reason, when it came out of the mouth of this great gentleman, there was always a strange feeling that this must be the truth.
"Mr. Da, do you know them? Are they their predecessors in the martial arts world?"
Obviously the great gentleman in front of him did not look old, but when Zuo Wuji took a closer look, he still felt that he was not young either, so much so that he suddenly said the word "senior", but it felt a bit ridiculous when he said it out loud, after all, some of the four heroes, such as Lu Chengfeng, already had grandchildren.
"I won't talk about whether it's Jianghu or not, but I still deserve the title of senior. Oh, by the way, what's your favorite weapon? Since you are a descendant of Zuo Li, do you like swords more?"
Zuo Wuji grinned, raised the bamboo stick in his left hand, and pounded it hard on the ground, making a dull "dong" sound.
"How would I know? But my great-grandfather once told me that a true master is not limited to weapons, and every blade of grass and every tree can be a sharp weapon. I think..."
As he spoke, Zuo Wuji, who was only as tall as Ji Yuan’s chest, twirled the flat stick with both hands like a dancing stick, making the flat stick emit a “woo… woo… woo…” sound of sweeping the wind.
"It'd be better if it's tough enough to be used as a stick!"
Then Zuo Wuji held the flat stick in both hands and swept it to one side. Although he was young, he was quite strong, and the sound of the flat stick making a downward swing made a sound of wind.
"It can also be used as a sword! Of course, it would be best if it can also be used with a sword or a spear."
The child grabbed the stick and thrust it forward. The stick pierced the air steadily, and at the end the tip trembled like a snake spitting out its tongue.
"Anyway, I like a lot of martial arts, and I naturally like weapons with more changes. But I'm still young and my body hasn't grown up yet. There's no rush for this kind of thing. I have plenty of time to think about it before I grow up."
Ji Yuan looked at the stick in Zuo Wuji's hand and joked with a smile.
"I think your straight flat stick is very good. It can be used in the same way as swords, spears, halberds, and sticks. It can also be used for work and carrying things..."
After saying this with a smile, Ji Yuan withdrew his gaze and walked out of the pavilion.
"It's getting cold, go back early, I'll go talk to those four people."
Hearing Ji Yuan's words, Zuo Wuji, who was staring at the stick in a daze because of his previous words, came back to his senses. Could it be that this was not a joke
"Hey, Mr. Big, you still haven't told me who you are!"
"My name is Ji Yuan. You should have heard of my name. Don't tell anyone that you have seen me."
Ji Yuan did not look back, and his figure gradually disappeared with the lingering sound.
Zuo Wuji's eyes suddenly widened, and his already fast-beating heart beat even faster. He grabbed a stick and hurried out of the pavilion, but he could not catch up with Ji Yuan no matter how hard he tried. He watched helplessly as the other party's figure became more and more blurred in his eyes, and soon disappeared.
Zuo Wuji is very excited now. After coming back to his senses, he keeps punching the air.
Of course Zuo Wuji had heard of who Ji Yuan was. Since he was a child, his elders had always said that the Zuo family had a connection with an immortal named Ji. Even their ancestor Zuo Li had received guidance from this immortal. In Juntian Prefecture, many of his grandfathers said that they had seen him with their own eyes, and Zuo Wuji believed it without a doubt. He didn't expect to actually see him today.
When Ji Yuan said his name, Zuo Wuji believed it immediately. It was a very pure feeling, as if it was natural that the great master was Ji Yuan.
…
When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Wang Ke, who was reading by lamplight in his room, suddenly felt sleepy and his eyelids became heavier. At this moment, Wang Ke subconsciously glanced at his seal beside the oil lamp, but fortunately the seal did not react.
'You seem quite tired...'
Wang Ke originally wanted to cheer himself up and go to bed, but after barely holding on for more than ten breaths, he swayed and fell asleep leaning against the table.
In the place where the Yan family lived, Lu Chengfeng sat on the threshold of the door, looking at the moonlight in the sky. He had just finished a pot of Tu Su wine. At this moment, Yan Fei rubbed his forehead, feeling a slight feeling of drunkenness rising, and murmured with a smile.
"How come my alcohol tolerance seems to have gotten worse..."
"Bang... Gurgle..."
The wine bottle fell to the ground as his arm lowered, and rolled toward the door, while Lu Chengfeng had already fallen asleep leaning against the door frame.
Du Heng had already gone to bed. Over the years, whenever he had the chance, he would try his best to maintain a proper schedule so that he could always be energetic. At this moment, his eyelids were trembling as he slept soundly, and he didn't know if he was dreaming.
Yan Fei was sitting cross-legged in his room, with a long sword across his knees, his eyes slightly closed and concentrating inward, practicing. But at this moment, his brows frowned and he suddenly opened his eyes. He maintained this posture for a long time, but his breathing had already become even and slow, and he actually fell asleep with his eyes open.
In a house somewhere in the Yan clan settlement, in one of the rooms, on a long bed that could accommodate several adults, several children were sleeping. They were all children from the Zuo family and the Yan family, a family of blacksmiths.
The children were already fast asleep at this moment. The weather had turned cold and the other children were all wrapped in quilts, but Zuo Wuji had a very bad sleeping posture. He occupied one-third of the big bed by himself, kicked off his own quilt, curled up and hugged the pillow, smacking his lips in his sleep.
"Squeak~"
There was a slight sound of a door opening, and a white-haired old woman quietly walked into the room. She glanced at the sleeping children, and when she saw Zuo Wuji, she just shook her head and smiled.
'This child...'
The old woman walked to the bed, first pulled up the quilt that Zuo Wuji had kicked away and gently covered him with it, then checked each child's quilt, helped them tuck in the corners tightly before leaving the room with peace of mind.
After the old woman left, a small paper crane took advantage of her unpreparedness and flew quickly over her head, then quickly flew through the closing door and entered the room.
The little paper crane flew to a table beside the bed, stood at the corner of the table, stretched out its wings and started to click from the right. After clicking the third one, it flew closer to confirm. Seeing that it was indeed Zuo Wuji, the little paper crane flew close to the head of Zuo Wuji's bed and looked at the child curiously. It looked left and right carefully, landed on the head of the bed, close to Zuo Wuji, and put one wing on the child's head. A feeling of divine connection came, and the little paper crane "saw" the hazy dream.
…
At this moment, Zuo Wuji was having a strange dream. He dreamed that the hero with fists that he had seen before was sitting by a lake leaning against a tree and drinking non-stop, and kept asking him to buy wine. Zuo Wuji ran back and forth several times, but the hero drank wine faster than water, and his stomach didn't seem to be bloated at all. He couldn't help but wonder where all the wine went.
When they were almost drunk, the hero who used fists and palms started to perform drunken boxing. Each move looked very brilliant and powerful. Zuo Wuji watched it with great fascination, and only applauded when the hero finished.
“Pa pa pa pa…” “Good, you fight really well, really great!”
"Hahaha, you want to try fighting too?"
Lu Chengfeng staggered over and picked up a wine jug on the ground.
"Ah? Me? I don't know how to do drunken boxing..."
Lu Chengfeng blushed and staggered to Zuo Wuji's side, looking him up and down.
"Sir, you really didn't lie to me. You're a good candidate. Well, you've seen me perform drunken boxing once. Do you still not know how to fight?"
"How can anyone learn it after just one look..."
Zuo Wuji was very innocent. In this dream, he had no idea that he and Lu Chengfeng were too familiar with each other.
"Well, then, can you fight with normal boxing skills?"
"That's for sure!"
Just as Zuo Wuji finished speaking, he noticed that Lu Chengfeng's expression became strange, and then the hero suddenly grabbed his head and picked up the wine jug in his hand.
"Very good, you can fight, but you're just a little drunk. Let me help you!"
"Woo... I woo... Gurgle Gurgle Gurgle..."
After a long while, Zuo Wuji let out a long burp...
…
When Zuo Wuji's consciousness was a little fuzzy and he was still in a trance, he saw a square object hitting his forehead. He wanted to dodge but couldn't. He could only see a vague word "prison" on the square object.
After a "pop" sound, Zuo Wuji saw stars, but he suddenly woke up.
"Boy, with your low level of vigilance, you would have been harmed by others at least ten times if you were out there alone! Do you know why you fainted?"
Surrounding them were woods in the night, and in the distance was a town with dim lights. A tall man stood nearby and asked questions in a teasing tone.
"Why am I dizzy? I seem to have been forced to drink, and then..."
"Hahaha, you still know it's wine? Someone put drugs in the wine for dinner. If it weren't for the unstable toxicity of the drug and the fact that I have this mark on my body, you would have gone to hell long ago! Come, take the Qingxin Pill!"
As the man spoke, he grabbed Zuo Wuji's mouth and directly put a pill in it regardless of whether he agreed or not. After taking the pill, Zuo Wuji, who had been feeling a little sore in his hands and feet, suddenly felt his strength returned.
"How is it, are you awake? It's good that you are awake. Come with me to investigate. The thief is indeed very vigilant. Even a child like you can't fool him. But from what I understand, this person is very conceited. He knew that Wang was coming, but he still dared to stay in the city. He wanted to fight with me. This is a good opportunity for you to learn. Let's go!"
As Zuo Wuji was speaking, he found himself being lifted up by the person in front of him, and then he flew into the air, using his Qinggong skills to quickly fly towards the city.
…
Together with Wang Ke, they carefully followed the clues and solved the case step by step. When they finally caught up with the criminal, Zuo Wuji was left alone with the criminal. In a trance, Zuo Wuji suddenly discovered that the person standing opposite him was actually a one-armed hero.
"Wake up! Even though I'm sparring with a kid like you, I'm not just playing with you! Attack me!"
"Ah? I, I..."
"Where's your weapon? Is this the one?"
"ah?"
Zuo Wuji was stunned for a moment, then found that he was holding a flat stick in his right hand.
"Since you won't attack, then I will!"
After Du Heng said this, his back shuddered.
"Zheng~"
The long sword behind him was unsheathed, Du Heng jumped into the sky, grabbed the long sword in the air and slashed at the child in front of him.
"Hey, hey, wait a minute..."
…
"Ah... Hohoho..."
Zuo Wuji sat up suddenly, panting and touching his whole body, then he found that his skin was not broken, and those tiny cuts were gone. He looked a little dazed and didn't understand why he had to check his body.
"woke up?"
Upon hearing this, Zuo Wuji looked up and found a man with a sword standing in front of him, and he was standing on the edge of a cliff.
"Child, in your mind, warriors compete with other warriors. Have you ever thought about other things?"
"Others... Isn't being the best in the world enough?"
“Haha, there are more than one person in this world, come and see!”
Yan Fei pointed in the direction of the cliff. Zuo Wuji shook his head and stood up, carefully approaching the cliff for fear of falling down. Then when he looked down, he was so frightened that his legs went weak and he fell backwards.
"Oh my god! What is this? How can there be such a big spider..."
Yan Fei stood in the wind, standing on the edge of the cliff, squinting at the huge spider web below, on which there was a spider as big as a waterwheel.
"Of course it's a monster. It's a man-eating monster. The piles of bones in the valley below the mountain are all its work. If a warrior doesn't cultivate truly extraordinary martial arts, he will not be a match for this monster."