"Eh? Who are you? How dare you peek at the disciples of our "Invincible Xuanwu Academy" practicing martial arts?" The wretched old man discovered Ding Hao.
Ding Hao was a little surprised. Although he did not hide it deliberately, the "Smoke and Waves Confusion Art" technique of lightening one's body has been somewhat successful. It will affect the feelings of ordinary people. It is difficult for ordinary people to discover his existence. This wretched old man is like a liar. , actually discovered himself
"Huh? I look familiar, boy... Wow, haha, are you Ding Hao?" The wretched old man actually revealed Ding Hao's identity in one breath.
Surprise turned to shock.
This wretched old man was not an acquaintance of his before. He must have just arrived in the slums recently. How could he recognize himself so easily after he had disguised himself? Who is he
Ding Hao took off his green bamboo bamboo hat, looked at it carefully for a moment, and said in surprise: "Hey, is it you? The profiteer who sells waste products in the black market?"
He finally recognized that this wretched old man was the super profiteer who was selling all kinds of junk secrets on the black market in the slums. It was from this guy that he bought the broken copy of "One Sword Departure Technique". A lot of wasted money was spent.
"Profiteer?" The wretched old man was furious: "What do you think, have you ever seen such a pure and honest profiteer?" At this point, he rolled his eyes and laughed loudly: "Little guys, have you seen it? Let me just say that I know Ding Hao. The silly boy in front of me is the genius who walked out of the slums, your idol, Ding Hao!"
The children looked at Ding Hao with eager eyes.
Under the reflection of the morning light, a pair of crystal-like pure and innocent eyes shone brightly.
In the past period of time, Ding Hao's name has completely spread throughout the slums. Before this, very few poor teenagers could join the Wenjian Sect, let alone win the first prize in the five-house competition. A series of Ding Hao's glorious record made him the undisputed idol of all the teenagers in the slums.
Every young man has a martial arts dream in his heart.
For the teenagers in the slums, the path Ding Hao walked is the dream they long to realize.
Even if they are from a low background, even if they do not have access to advanced martial arts, they still have the right to pursue their dreams.
Ding Hao looked at the teenagers and greeted them with a smile.
This smile as friendly as the spring breeze dispelled the last trace of reserve and hesitation in the hearts of the young people, making them uncontrollably excited. They simply jumped down from the wooden posts one by one, rushed over and surrounded Ding Hao excitedly.
"Brother Ding Hao..."
"Brother Ding Hao, how powerful are you now?"
"Brother Ding Hao, I heard that those talented young men from other places now call you senior brother, right?"
"Brother Ding Hao, do you still remember me? We searched for treasures in the garbage dump together! I am Xiao Erhei!"
"Brother Ding Hao, I must join the Wenjian Sect just like you."
"Brother Ding Hao, who is more powerful, you or "Teacher Tianshu"?"
"Idiot, of course brother Ding Hao is so powerful, even "Teacher Tianshu" is not qualified to join Wenjian Sect."
The last conversation between the two children made the bad old man next to him raise his eyebrows. He was the "Teacher Tianshu" in the children's mouth. These bastards forgot their mother when they saw their daughter-in-law, and immediately devalued themselves when they saw Ding Hao.
The teenagers didn't notice the expression of the wretched old man. They were like a group of chirping sparrows, surrounding Ding Hao, vying to speak, and they were all proud to be able to say a word to their idol.
Ding Hao smiled and answered patiently one by one.
These questions may seem childish, but they carry the dreams of these ghetto children.
"Brother Ding Hao, you are so powerful, can you teach us?"
A little girl about eight years old, wearing a coarse cloth full of stains, one foot bare, extremely pretty, with skin as dark as wheat, her head raised, her big eyes full of expectation, looking expectantly. Looked at Ding Hao.
These words made the other children hold their breath for a moment.
Yes, if Brother Ding Hao can teach us martial arts, he will definitely be much better than "Teacher Tianshu". In the future, we can really join the Wenjian Sect like Brother Ding Hao.
The children's hearts are full of expectations.
"You bunch of little bastards, you know nothing. The martial arts and mystical skills of the Sword Sect are not allowed to be passed on to anyone else. If Ding Hao teaches you martial arts, he will definitely be expelled from the school. Do you want to harm Ding Hao? Besides, Ding Hao's training is so intense, why? I have time to teach you little brats!”
The wretched old man next to him, "Teacher Tianshu," didn't know what he was thinking. He jumped on his feet and cursed.
The light in the children's expectant eyes suddenly dimmed.
The little girl's disappointed eyes were filled with crystal clear tears. She shook her head sensibly and said obediently: "I know, it's Huanhuan's fault. Huanhuan shouldn't ask such stupid questions. It's okay. We It’s also good to study with “Teacher Tianshu”…”
Ding Hao felt sad for no reason, what a sensible boy.
He thought of himself in his memory, the miserable years when he had shed blood, sweat, suffered, been confused, persevered, and been looked down upon by others in order to join the Wenjian Sect.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ding Hao reached out and touched the head of the little girl named Huanhuan, and said with a smile: "Don't listen to the nonsense of this bad old man and profiteer. Who said I can't teach you, little girl, don't cry, I promise. From now on, brother Ding Hao will definitely spare an hour every day to come here and teach you martial arts."
The children were stunned.
The little girl Huanhuan also stayed where she was.
Happiness came so suddenly, everyone couldn't believe what they heard.
After a long time, the children who reacted suddenly jumped up excitedly and burst into cheers and screams. Some little ones even cried with joy on the spot.
They come from low backgrounds and do not have the conditions to receive orthodox martial arts training from an early age. Even if they have some talent, they lose to their peers from big families from the beginning. Once they miss the golden period of laying the foundation, they will never have a chance with martial arts for the rest of their lives. After all, there are very few people like Ding Hao who have unexpected adventures that change their destiny.
Although they are still young and ignorant, the pressure and hardships of life in this cruel world where the weak eat the strong have already made them understand a lot of things.
At this moment, fate finally took a turn.
The light of hope shone in their hearts.
"Damn, you are robbing me of my job," the wretched old man said angrily, "Ding Hao, you are so unkind!"
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