"Shhh...... My arm ...... "The boy rubbed his sore arm with one hand and kept stir-frying the tomatoes and scrambled eggs in the pot with a spatula in the other. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he was half killed, the boy still dragged his tired body to make breakfast. This suspicion of employing child laborers (16-year-old boys) made the teenagers very suspicious of the motives of the master craftsmen to take in the apprentices.

The boy is not the kind of good man who can do everything in housework, but at least a few dishes can still be fried.

Soon, the boy brought the cooked meals one after another.

The master craftsman sitting across the table looked at the table and questioned in a skeptical tone, "Is it poisonous?" ”

The teenager, who was about to take a break, almost choked to death on a mouthful of water.

The master craftsman used his chopsticks to rummage a few times on the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Then he put down his chopsticks and pondered for a while.

Once again, the boy was frightened by the inexplicable behavior of the master and gave him goosebumps.

The master craftsman suddenly smiled and said to the young man, "There seem to be guests outside, you can help me take a look." ”

[Liar! The boy had already guessed what the master was going to do, but he had to go out to see if the so-called "guest" existed.

"Master, I'll take a look." The boy walked out of the room with a hard head.

Seeing the young man walk out of the house, the master smiled with satisfaction and took out a packet of unknown medicinal powder from his sleeve pocket.

Then he poured it on top of the meal that had already been prepared.

After a while, the young man came back: "Master, there are no guests outside." ”

The master sat there looking up at the ceiling with a 'I didn't do anything' expression on his face.

The boy smiled wryly and sat back down.

"Master, eat quickly! It's not good if the food is cold. The young man said to the master with a smile.

"You eat first." The master stared at the boy sternly, and the gaze that almost pierced the boy was conveying the message to the boy, "If you dare not eat, I promise not to kill you".

The boy was silent.

[The meal was definitely made by the master craftsman, and most likely it was ...... Medicine? The boy suddenly had a spirit.

The master craftsman was very happy to see the change in the boy's expression, and at the same time, the message conveyed by his eyes changed to "Eat quickly, eat quickly."

【…… It's not possible, it's ...... Is it that kind of medicine......] The young man looked at the meal that had begun to cool down with a pale face.

[Fight! ] Eat it! With a tragic expression, the young man vigorously took a few bites of rice with the momentum of looking at death, and sandwiched a few green vegetables by the way.

The smile of the master craftsman was bright.

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"If you've got it, come out quickly, you haven't started training yet." The master pinched his nose and stood by the latrine, and said to the young man inside.

That's right, the "material" added by the master is actually a laxative, and those who want to be crooked consciously face the wall for thirty seconds.

The nearly dehydrated teenager limped out of the latrine with difficulty. The master grabbed a paper fan and hit the boy on the forehead.

"It's a lot of courage, but it's too nerve-wracking. Next time I will allow you to paste the meal on my face. ”

"Now start training." The master said to the young man.

The young man, who had regained his strength for unknown reasons, stared at the folding fan in the master's hand and thought of something.

In that brief moment, the young man saw a charm in the master's folding fan.

The master didn't say anything, and the boy didn't stab it.

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The master and apprentice walked to the backyard.

"First of all, start the cultivation of precision." The master craftsman said, looking at the trees in the backyard.

"From now on, I will hit the tree hard, you use your sword to cut off the fallen leaves, more than three hundred leaves have not been cut, and there is no food to eat tonight. Don't question my eyesight. ”

"Start now." The master craftsman hammered a tree hard with his strong fist.

The leaves fell from the sky, and the boy quickly focused. Pull out the bamboo knife and keep slashing the fallen blades in the air.

【21 pieces...... 22 pieces] The master craftsman smiled and looked at the young man who was chopping leaves, while silently counting in his heart.

Although the teenager is very focused, there will always be leaves in the sky that cannot be touched. As a result, more and more leaves are falling due to mistakes.

It's time to add fire] The master looked at the boy and walked to another tree.

The master craftsman hammered another tree hard, and the young man, who had just finished cutting the fallen leaves here, saw this, and immediately rushed to the side of the tree that was falling leaves, and continued to cut the falling leaves with a bamboo knife.

Seeing the young man coming, the master quickly hammered several trees at the same time, and the leaves in the sky splashed like a torrential downpour. The boy looked at the large number of falling leaves with an unprecedented degree of concentration.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle......" The sound of falling leaves kept coming. The master craftsman leaned against a tree and looked with satisfaction at the young man who was constantly wielding a bamboo knife.

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(2 hours later)

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The teenager, who was already tired like a dead dog, lay on the ground panting. The master craftsman looked at the leaves that had been spread all over the ground, and said with satisfaction: "283 pieces fell by mistake, good results, you can eat tonight." ”

As he spoke, the master slapped the paper fan on the young man's face again: "But accuracy alone is not enough, you still need to fight." Get up for me. ”

Looking at the young man who slowly got up, the master took out a bamboo knife from the side and said, "What you have to do is to touch me with a bamboo knife." All unwarranted attacks are allowed. I'll end today's training when I do......"

Before he could finish speaking, the young man rushed towards the master and quickly waved at the master craftsman.

For the young man's strange move, the master craftsman just gently picked it to the side, and the young man's bamboo knife flew out of his hand

"Stinky boy, I guessed it a long time ago."

"Cut ......" The boy bent down, ready to pick up the bamboo knife from the ground.

Taking advantage of the moment when the young man picked up the bamboo knife, the master slid to the young man's side with a sliding step, and then flew up and knocked the young man out. This is to return the boy's tactics to the boy as they are.

"Silly boy, I didn't say I didn't take the initiative to attack!"

The young man lying on the ground instantly stiffened, dodged the follow-up pursuit of the master craftsman, and then learned the master craftsman's sliding steps, and slid straight to the place where he dropped the bamboo knife, stepped on the bamboo knife with his foot, and continued to prepare to attack the master craftsman.

[I learned quite fast] The master looked at the young man who rushed over and nodded slightly.

The master stabbed the young man in the wrist with a straight stab. The boy's wrist hurt and let go of the bamboo knife.

"Smack!" The master craftsman flew up again, and a solid stick stuck it on the young man's face. The boy let out a scream of pain.

The backyard reverberated with the sounds of fierce fighting and the occasional screams of teenagers.

In a blink of an eye, three hours passed.

When the young man fell to death, but the bamboo knife in his hand quietly touched the toe of the master craftsman, the master craftsman stopped moving.

"It's okay, you can fool me while I'm not paying attention, you can be considered qualified." The master craftsman once again pulled out a folding fan and pasted it on the young man's face.

"This is the end of today's training mission. Take a break. Prepare to go to the firewood room to get a flat pole and a bucket to carry water. Fetch water and come back for dinner. The master craftsman walked back to the dojo.

The boy sat there for a moment, then got up and walked to the firewood room.

[If you want to fetch water, you should go to a well on a hillside 10 kilometers away...... Wait, 10 kilometers is 10,000 meters...... The round trip is 20,000 meters!? The boy looked at it secretly.

"I see...... Today's real final training should be 'carrying water', according to the master's urine nature, the flat pole and the bucket are estimated to have moved their hands and feet......"

The boy walked into the firewood room, where there were two pairs of flat poles and buckets.

The boy casually took a pair and carried it, and suddenly a huge force came from his shoulder, and the boy was involuntarily pressed to his knees.

"It's so heavy!!"

The boy struggled to get up from the ground and walked slowly out of the firewood room with heavy steps.

"Original...... So...... Poles and buckets...... It's all filled with lead......" The boy struggled to support himself and began to complete the most difficult "training" of this hard day.

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The sun had already set for the most part, and the master craftsman who looked out the window took a sip of tea, and was a little puzzled: "Why hasn't that kid come back for so long...... It shouldn't be......"

"Wait." Suddenly, the master remembered that there were two pairs of poles and buckets in the wood room, one of which was filled with lead. The lead set was for the boy's future training. I didn't tell the boy in a hurry just now, most of the teenagers took the lead-filled set as training!

"It's going to kill you!" The master immediately pushed open the paper door and prepared to rescue the boy.

The master craftsman, who had just finished changing his shoes and was about to run out, looked at the small figure at the door, carrying a bucket of water and constantly moving, wrapped in scarlet mist.

Such an anti-human overload of weight has inspired the juvenile red tearstone ring. Now the boy can be said to have stepped into the ghost gate with half a foot.

But he insisted on bringing the water back. The young man said to the master in a blurred sense: "Master craftsman...... I...... I've completed my training assignment......"

After speaking, the young man's body was light, and he fell uncontrollably into the arms of the master craftsman.

The master craftsman immediately took out a charm to heal the boy.

"Silly boy...... You're doing a great job! The master craftsman finally said this. The boy has been thoroughly recognized as his disciple by the master craftsman.

The hard training is finally over. The life of a young disciple of Benge Temple officially began.

Go for it! Smoke-kun!

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