It was late at night, and Cheng Wu was still kneeling in front of the closed door of the Sword Spirit Gate, at this time he was sleeping with his head down, and he could fall asleep when he knelt to see how sleepy he was.

The ground in front of the door was clean, but the area where Cheng Wu was kneeling had accumulated a thick layer of dust, which seemed out of place with the surrounding environment.

His hair is even more greasy, and his face is full of scum, such a person is naturally a teenager, no one will believe it, even if he is a middle-aged man, it will be more accurate to add the word sloppy in front of him.

As for Xu An's black sword, it has been buried deep in the dust, and if you don't sweep the dust away, you can't see the existence of a sword in front of Cheng Wu.

The night breeze was slightly cold, and he was always wearing that tattered single clothes, which were also covered with dust, and the cold night wind blew through, but he could not blow the slightest of it, and it seemed that the dust was a little inappropriate, and the soil should be the most suitable.

The dust on his body solidified into dirt when it touched the morning dew, and he knelt for many days and nights.

Lord Sword Saint sat in the Hidden Sword Pavilion, looking at the giant sword in front of him and didn't know what he was thinking, after a long time, he finally walked out, walked through the main hall, and came to the courtyard where the disciples practiced swords in front of the court.

Looking at the bright moon, he whispered to himself: "It's the nineteenth." ”

Then he withdrew his gaze and looked at the dark door, through which he seemed to be able to see Cheng Wu kneeling in front of the door, staring quietly for a long time.

Cheng Wu has been kneeling in front of the Sword Spirit Gate for nineteen days, even if he sleeps, he is only kneeling there, if an ordinary person kneels here for so long, he is afraid that his legs will already be crippled.

The disciples in the door were a little unbearable, it was not that they had not persuaded Cheng Wu, and the little mosquito also came to intercede with Lord Sword Saint, but one of them did not listen, and the other did not ask, so he was left to kneel there.

By this time, it was almost winter, and although Shangwu City was located in the south, it was not warm.

After looking at it for a long time, Lord Sword Saint shook his head gently, his left hand reached in front of him, the door opened instantly, and the cold wind outside the door howled into the courtyard, and Ji Dongli's clothes moved with the wind.

Cheng Wu noticed the movement and slowly opened his eyes, looking at the door that was open to him with some disbelief, and after rubbing his eyes, he saw the middle-aged man standing inside the door before he was sure that this was not a dream!

Kneeling on the ground and kowtowing with tears, the ground in front of him was covered with a thick layer of dust, and his forehead looked even more pickled when it touched the ground.

"Stand up. Ji Dongli quietly stared at Cheng Wu, who was kneeling on the ground, and said.

Cheng Wu bit his lip fiercely, and slowly stood up with both hands on the ground on both sides, his legs were numb, if it weren't for the martial artist's specialization in physical strength, I am afraid he would never be able to stand up again in his life.

Cheng Wu clenched his teeth, and as he slowly stood up, there was a friction sound of bones colliding at the joints on his body, and he naturally didn't feel anything when he knelt there with numbness in his legs, but now the pain of standing up suddenly was very bearable.

Beads of sweat the size of beans began to appear on Chengwu's forehead, mixed with tears falling to the ground, and a few wisps of dust solidified into dirt.

Holding his hands on the ground hard, it took him a long time to slowly stand up, his face covered with water stains, and he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.

His body was already wet with sweat, and the sweat dripped down his clothes and fell to the ground, which could no longer be said to be sweat, but muddy water.

Standing in place, his legs still shaking, Cheng Wu's knees were jumping up and down at high speed, trying to speed up and adapt to the change of standing up suddenly.

It took him a long time just to stand up.

"Come in. Ji Dongli looked at Cheng Wu, who stood up, and continued.

Cheng Wu walked into the door with trembling legs, he walked very slowly, but Ji Dongli did not urge, just stood in place and watched him quietly.

After a long time, Cheng Wu walked through the threshold, standing in the courtyard and looking at Ji Dongli, who was only a dozen steps away from him, his heart was very complicated.

"Why don't you take that sword. Ji Dongli looked at Cheng Wu in front of him and asked.

"Raising a sword to worship a teacher is disrespectful. Cheng Wu replied.

Kowtowed, and he could no longer swing his sword at him, which was why Cheng Wu didn't take the sword. The act of deceiving teachers and destroying ancestors is despised by the world, and he will not do it, this is his own choice, and he does not regret it.

"Why are you here?" asked Ji Dongli again.

"To be stronger. Cheng Wu replied.

"Well, that's enough. Ji Dongli nodded and said.

Ji Dongli won't ask you why you want to be stronger, this is not in line with his character, and the reason for him to become stronger is already very sufficient.

"From today onwards, you are no longer as thin as paper, you are a member of my Sword Spirit Sect. Ji Dongli still looked at Cheng Wu on the other side and said.

Time is frozen, the cold wind blows through the two of them, one of them moves with the wind, and the other person stands still a little.

Naturally, it was Cheng Wu who didn't move, and his hair and clothes were so dirty that the cold wind couldn't blow them.

After a long time, Cheng Wu slowly came to his senses, his hands began to tremble, and he knelt on the ground and made a big bow to worship his master.

"Disciple thanked Master!" Cheng Wu said with his head buried in the ground and choked up.

"You can enter the Sword Spirit Gate, but I won't accept you as an apprentice, and you don't have to call me Master. ”

"Why?" Cheng Wu kowtowed and froze suddenly, kneeling on the ground and raising his head.

Cheng Wu obviously didn't understand what Ji Dongli meant, he was willing to let himself enter the Sword Spirit Gate, but he didn't accept himself as an apprentice? Why did he let himself in if he didn't accept himself as an apprentice? Cheng Wu naturally didn't feel that it was this Sword Saint Lord who softened his heart when he saw that he had been kneeling for so long.

"Because you're here to be stronger, not to apprentice. I teach you how to use a sword, and you can become stronger. Ji Dongli looked down at Cheng Wu, who was kneeling there, and said.

Chengwu is indeed here to become stronger.

He chose to apprentice in order to become stronger, not specifically for apprenticeship, since Ji Dongli, who did not come specifically to apprentice, naturally would not accept him, if you want to become stronger, I can make you stronger, if you don't want to apprentice, then there is no need to apprentice.

In fact, it doesn't matter to Cheng Wu whether he worships his teacher or not, of course Cheng Wu will not worry about Ji Dongli hiding his secrets, he can see from that sword that Ji Dongli is definitely not this kind of person, but why doesn't the Sword Saint accept himself as an apprentice?

He said that he taught himself to use the sword, and since he refused to accept himself as an apprentice, why did he teach himself to use the sword?

Cheng Wu naturally couldn't understand these questions.

But none of this matters! The important thing is that you can stay in the Sword Spirit Gate! The Sword Saint is willing to teach herself how to use a sword!

Cheng Wu didn't reply again, just knelt so quietly, he wanted to hear what Ji Dongli had to say.

"I have only one request for you, no matter who you are facing, as long as you draw your sword, you must not leave your hand, so don't draw your sword easily, and you must think clearly about whether you want to kill him before drawing your sword. Ji Dongli said.

"Even in front of me. Ji Dongli added.

"I'll teach you how to use a sword, and you can challenge me at any time, but you only have one chance to use it, because I won't keep my hand. Ji Dongli continued.

"Thank you, Lord Sword Saint! I won't embarrass you!" Cheng Wu said with a new kowtow.

"You are not my disciple, and you can't disgrace me, bring your sword. Ji Dongli looked up at the bright moon and said.

"Yes. Cheng Wu replied, and then slowly got up and walked to the door to take out Xu An's black sword from the dust.

Kneeling for too long, his legs couldn't adjust to the change for the time being, so it still took him a long time to get the black sword back again.

Holding the black sword and walking into the courtyard again, Cheng Wu just looked at Ji Dongli with the sword in his right hand, and did not hold it up with both hands and put it in front of the Sword Saint, because this sword was not his own, and he had to take care of this sword, so he couldn't give the sword to Ji Dongli.

Ji Dongli looked down at the black sword in front of Cheng Wu and was stunned for a moment, and then said with emotion: "He can really create a completely identical sword by him." ”

"This sword is good, what's the name. Ji Dongli came back to his senses and asked.

"This sword belongs to a friend of mine, and I have entrusted it to keep it, and I heard him say that the name of this sword is Forget Sorrow. Cheng Wu didn't know what Ji Dongli meant by his last sentence, but just held the black sword and answered Ji Dongli's question.

Cheng Wu did not directly say the name of the sword, but first emphasized that the sword was not his own.

"Forgetfulness? Ji Dongli said to himself after reading it again.

"I once left a sword in the West, have you ever seen it?" Ji Dongli asked after coming back to his senses.

"I've seen it. Cheng Wu returned.

"What do you see?"

"Straight, very straight. Cheng Wu thought about the sword and returned.

"What else do you see?"

"That's all you can see. Cheng Wu replied honestly.

"Is there a gain?" Ji Dongli asked again.

"It's a big gain, thank you Sword Saint. Cheng Wu replied with a salute.

"It's good to have a gain, that's good. Ji Dongli nodded and said.

"This sword is too light for you. Ji Dongli looked at the black sword in Cheng Wu's hand again and said.

"This sword is not mine, and sooner or later it will have to be returned. Cheng Wu repeated again, this sword is not his own.

He looked at Ji Dongli always staring at the black sword in his hand, and was very afraid that the Sword Saint had taken a fancy to this sword, everyone in the world knew that Ji Dongli liked to hide all kinds of famous swords, and if this sword was taken away by the Sword Saint, Xu An would not know how high he would have to jump.

"You don't have to worry about anything, I just looked at this sword and remembered something. Ji Dongli retracted his gaze and said.

"Lord Sword Saint has ever seen this sword?" Cheng Wu asked.

"I haven't seen it, but I know where this sword came from. Ji Dongli said.

Cheng Wu didn't ask where this sword came from, because if Ji Dongli wanted to say it, he would say it directly, he had seen Ji Dongli's sword for a long time, and through that sword, he knew very well what kind of person Ji Dongli was, and in his eyes, Ji Dongli was by no means a person who beat around the bush.

The night is deep, and the people are quiet.

From today onwards, there is an additional big man in the Sword Spirit Sect, and that man is holding a black sword that does not match his figure, but some disciples can see that the black sword is exactly the same as the sword commonly used by the Sword Saint.

Since the Great Han had been kneeling outside the door for a long time, the disciples did not think that it was the same sword, and they couldn't help but wonder what kind of skilled craftsmen were needed to forge two identical swords.

That man had very few words, he only practiced swords on weekdays, and the other disciples all knew that the big man was not a disciple of the Sword Saint, so they only called each other by their names.