"The trees that Master cut down, Wu Wu cut with his sword for a while, and soon built a small wooden house next to Master's wooden house. It took him less than an hour to make a wooden bed, a wooden table, a wooden chair, and a wooden cabinet. Now the furnishings in my room are exactly the same as those in Master's room. ”

"yes, exactly the same." Nangong Meng also knew the way.

"At that time, looking at my adoring gaze, Master smiled and rubbed my head, 'I believe that as long as Ding'er practices hard, he will definitely be stronger than us in the future!' I nodded earnestly and told him that I would definitely practice hard. For me, who was only five years old, there was only one reason why I wanted to become strong - to be affirmed by my father. ”

"This is where my life at Broken Bowel Cliff begins. Here, I'm just Ah Ding, like all children, with no identity, only a name. Although I am Chaoyu's apprentice, I don't have any special treatment. It took me a whole week to get used to the hard wooden bed. The food was as simple as everyone else's, and the clothes were washed by themselves. Of course, at first, everyone looked down on me, thinking that my martial arts strength would be looked at differently by Chaoyu and accepted as an apprentice, but I didn't expect that I wouldn't know anything, and Chaiyun and others ridiculed me in private. ”

"But I'm not discouraged when I was used to seeing white eyes since I was a child. Every morning, I always get up alone and start practicing when the hour comes, and then rush to the training ground to practice with everyone after an hour. In the afternoon, when the practice was over and the other children had dinner and started to play and rest, I went to Master's cabin to learn scriptures, poetry, astronomy, mathematics, music, chess, painting, medicine, and other knowledge from Master. ”

"Master is a person who is rich in learning, and he is very strict in teaching me. I studied culture for an hour and a half every night, and I also had to show Chaoyu the martial arts exercises I had learned that day. Master patiently guided him, and the two of them often played in the open space next to the wooden house until the end of the day. ”

"Sometimes, the master would take a pot of wine, jump up, sit on the wooden roof, and the mountain wind would blow, and he would pour wine into his mouth in the moonlight, and the poems and songs would come out casually, and I would have to recite them immediately, and I could not mess up my own fist skills, otherwise I would be punished."

"It turns out that your martial arts are practiced like this." Nangong Meng can imagine how much Yuwending paid for this back then and how much hardship he suffered, "Ah Ding, I really admire you." "Yuwending has good talents, and he is so diligent, so he naturally makes rapid progress. By the time he was eight years old, he was already able to respond to Chao Yu's poems and pairs, and at the same time freely compete with Chao Yu. Since the age of eight, Yuwending has begun to excel, and he has been the first in the group every season, and gradually convinced Chasing Yun and others.

"Actually, none of you know the Dao, in addition to Master Chaoyu, I also have a 'mysterious master'."

"What? Mystery Master? What does that mean? "Nangong Dream is very strange.

"Speaking of this mysterious person, I also find it bizarre. When I first arrived at the Broken Intestine Cliff, I was too far behind the others, so every night after Master had gone to sleep, I would quietly get up by myself and sneak into the woods to practice the Gong again. At that time, I was like going crazy, bent on breaking through, bent on making a breakthrough. It's a pity that my foundation is too poor, and I'm new to martial arts, so I can't do anything. ”