"Master."
The young man in white stood outside the account, and in the distance were Xi Qiang soldiers patrolling. Those soldiers occasionally cast their gazes with malicious intent, especially those gazes to the female disciples' tents. If it wasn't for the prohibition, they would not be able to stop them from doing vicious things. The young man in white clenched his fists fiercely. As usual, he had a hundred ways to goug out the eyes of these people.
But now, they are trapped here, like playthings and rare birds locked in shackles.
"Master, there is news that the younger brother has returned to the Central Plains."
An old man with gray hair was sitting at the entrance of the tent. The old man closed his eyes and adjusted his breath, as if there were no outsiders here, only their master and apprentice.
In fact, the old man knew that it was not only him, but also the disciples and grandchildren who were locked up in several other tents. They are all like fish swimming in a cauldron, swallows in danger of nests, and mermaids. Now Mifen is pretending to be Taiping, but it's just lingering.
Their nameless valley has really fallen into danger.
The previous second disciple, Zang Feng, just had a disagreement with the "noble man", so he was fed with poison and thrown into the river, and his life and death are unknown to this day. The only free young disciple, Yan Mobei, was more like a prisoner than those who were imprisoned. He was supposed to be an eagle, but he was shackled and forced to become a lackey.
Every time I think about this, the old man's heart is like a fire bite, like an ant biting, sleeping and eating is difficult. When he was excited, he couldn't help coughing a few times. The disciple next to him hurriedly reached up and looked at the poisonous blood he coughed up with grief and anger in his eyes.
"Master!"
The old man waved his hand and said after a moment:
"Xiao Bei has returned to the Central Plains, this is an opportunity."
"Yun'er, my nameless valley has been inherited for hundreds of years, and I can't humiliate it."
The eldest disciple was stunned for a moment, and then he seemed to understand something, and his numb eyes gradually lit up with brilliance.
However, this brilliance is like the afterglow of the sunset, brilliant, but it makes people feel sad.
He fell to his knees slowly and bowed to the old man.
"Yes, Master."
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"Master said that he is a top-notch expert in the world, and I will also become a top-notch hero in the future."
Yan Xiaobei, who bears the memories of an eight-year-old child, reunites with Qin Shan, and when he finds an opportunity, he brags about his mentorship with him.
"He also said that although my senior brother, the second senior brother and the third senior sister, although they are the best martial arts seedlings, they are not as good as my roots. First."
Qin Shan listened to this kid's boast and didn't take it seriously, but what he said next made him listen carefully.
"However, the master said that it doesn't really matter who is number one in the world. But since everyone is fighting, it is better for us to earn it ourselves instead of falling into the hands of those with ulterior motives. With this signboard, what will the people of the world do in the future? , Always be cautious about our thoughts. This way, when someone wants to do bad things, they can't be so blatant."
A childish language, but it expresses a lot of painstaking efforts.
Qin Shan turned around and asked, "What else did your master say?"
"He asked me to practice martial arts well, but he scolded me for not practicing martial arts well." Yan Xiaobei scratched his head and said, "Once I practiced Qinggong, went to a tree to play with birds, and was beaten by master. The disciple fights, I let him win, and the master beats me up again."
"You didn't ask why?"
"Ask. Master said that all things are psychic, and all living beings have sentience. Birds, beasts and people are only one step away from reincarnation. If I kill for food, it's not a big mistake. If I kill for fun, I will grow into the future. A heartless abuser. Instead of harming others in the future, it is better to clean up the division now."
Yan Xiaobei said aggrieved: "That time I was beaten until I couldn't get out of bed for three days."
Qin Shan smiled slightly, "Then why are you not allowed to let other disciples?"
"Master said that since you have learned martial arts, you can't help but go out. Since you go out, you will inevitably have to argue with others. I let that disciple think it's for his own good. But if you let him think that he is skilled in martial arts, he will be arrogant. If you go out and provoke people you shouldn't provoke, you will sacrifice your life. Then I will hurt people deeply."
Yan Xiaobei said: "So since then, I have beaten everything that I can beat, and I won't let it go at all."
Qin Shan thought of the little disciples in Wuminggu who had been bullied by Yan Mobei, and he didn't know whether to cry or laugh for a while. Come to think of it, the domineering style that Yan Mobei developed in the valley also had the help of his master.
When he was imprisoned in Wuminggu, he only had a relationship with the head of Wuminggu. At that time, he was full of hatred and had no time to care about others. Thinking about it now, he only remembered the old man sighing slightly. As for Wuminggu, in addition to Qi Ruowang and Yan Mobei, his memory was only the little disciple who always delivered meals to them.
I don't know what happened to these people now.
He glanced at Mobei, the person who could have asked, is now more ignorant than anyone else, it's really a sin.
Yan Xiaobei ran up and rubbed, "Brother Shan, teach me swordsmanship."
Qin Shan raised his hand and lazily pointed to the plum tree next to him.
"When you can clean up all the dead branches and leaves on the tree, I will teach you."
Yan Xiaobei hummed and went under the tree with the sword to catch ants.
"Hey, Commander Qin is on the side with the beauty, and she is so considerate. Isn't life so chic." A mocking voice came from the side.
"Xi Chenshui."
Qin Shan didn't lift his eyelids, "If you step on my table again, I'll go out and know Wan Chengxuan, you are hiding here."
Xi Chenshui, who was about to fall from mid-air to the tabletop, froze, changed his direction halfway through and landed on the bluestone beside him.
"I knew you would threaten me with this. If you have a secret, you'd rather tell Lao Pu than tell me. If you didn't happen to be bumped into by me, when would you be willing to tell me, you picked up Yan Mobei." Xi Chen Shui said angrily, "I've worked so hard outside, are you treating me like this, you heartless person?"
"The fewer people who know, the better." Qin Shan said lightly, without concealing his selfishness.
"Hmph, what about the secret book, do you see any tricks?"
Qin Shan shook his head, "In my opinion, it's just an ordinary sword score."
"In some people's eyes, it's different." Xi Chenshui said smartly, "Maybe Xiao Yi knows the secret here, so I'll go find him some other day."
Qin Shan immediately said solemnly: "I asked you to pretend to be Qi Ruowang, just an expedient measure. I didn't ask you to tease Xiao Yi with this. After all, he is familiar with Qi Ruowang. If he sees through his identity, you will be in a very dangerous situation."
"Don't worry." Xi Chenshui didn't take it seriously, "Xiao Yi became a demon as soon as she saw Qi Ruowang's shadow. How can I care if I'm real or fake. I'll be careful."
Qin Shan was not very relieved, but he was about to give a few more warnings when Yan Xiaobei's cheering voice came from the side.
"I am done, I am done!"
"Look, I swept down all the plum branches."
The two looked up and saw that under the plum tree, the young man had just retracted his sword. What he chopped down was not dead branches and leaves, but buds waiting to bloom. Xi Chenshui was about to laugh at this man, but saw Qin Shan slowly walk forward, bow his head, and pick up a fallen flower bud.
I saw that on the small flower bud, a cross incision was cut neatly, and the delicate immature petals quietly protruded from the incision.
Qin Shan raised his eyes and looked at Yan Xiaobei.
Yan Xiaobei said: "My brother taught me to clean up the plum trees, but I must have disliked them for not blooming yet. I cut open the shy petals and let them all smile for my brother."
He blinked, looking forward to ingratiate himself: "Is brother happy?"
Xi Chenshui's expression changed, and he walked up quickly. I saw the buds that fell all over the ground, all of which were forcibly cut open by someone, and there were hundreds of them when I counted them. Moreover, the incisions are neat and tidy, obviously swept away with sword energy in an instant.
"This kid, this kid! Are you really forgetting your past and losing your martial arts?" Xi Chenshui couldn't believe it.
"His master said that he is a once-in-a-century martial arts prodigy."
Qin Shan said lightly, pushing the flower bud in his hand.
"It seems that this statement is not exaggerated."
"But this genius broke all the buds in order to please you. Hey, this plum tree is not worth seeing this year."
Xi Chenshui sighed beside him, but Qin Shan remembered Yan Mobei digging out the eggs when he was a child and being taught by his master. At first, he just thought it was Yan Mobei who was naughty when he was a child, and his master's lessons were too much. Now, it seems that Yan Mobei's master has long seen that there is a cruelty in this child's heart. That's why it was severely suppressed, and this cruelty was not allowed to reveal half of it. What was damaged by him is now only a bird, a flower bud. If he is not disciplined, will it eventually become a human life
The flower buds that could have bloomed all over the ground are now scattered into mud. Yan Xiaobei smiled at him, but he didn't know what he had done. However, after seeing Qin Shan's face turning ugly, he cautiously said, "Did Xiaobei do something wrong? My brother is not happy." His tone was full of grievances.
Qin Shan sighed. There is no right or wrong in the heart of a child, but needs to be taught slowly. Thinking of Yan Mobei's master back then, the same was true.
"Yan Mobei."
Qin Shan called him by his name.
"I teach you swordsmanship."
Yan Xiaobei looked happy.
"However, before you learn swordsmanship, you must be sensible. What can be killed and what can't be killed, I will explain to you one by one." Qin Shan slowly walked back to the table, "These principles you learned are called the Eighteen Bans of Qin Wei. ."
Under the ravaged plum tree, the two sat opposite each other, one adored and studied, and the other taught carefully. The two hearts that were originally divergent, by coincidence, gradually moved towards the same avenue.
Perhaps this amnesia is an opportunity that can be met but not sought.