There is a kind of person who is different at first sight, his temperament cannot be imitated, they walk in the crowd with radiant light, and some ordinary to extraordinary!

This kind of person has a common name, called master!

Wang Shu felt like this when he saw the middle-aged man in front of him for the first time.

Holding a three-foot Qingfeng sword, his face is cold, not angry and arrogant, and his fresh clothes are angry.

Kill one person in ten steps, and don't stay for a thousand miles!

"Which hero is this?" Wang Shu hurriedly recalled the few who used swords in his memory, but none of them matched.

"Ding, the host successfully protects the people of Taoyuan Village from being harmed by horse thieves, and gets a random traffic package." 001's voice is heard.

"Whether to open the traffic package."

"Yes!" Wang Shu did not hesitate and immediately replied.

"Ding, open the traffic package, congratulations to the host for getting 500M traffic and a balance of 810M."

"Ding, the random program of the traffic package [2] has been successfully generated, whether it is implanted or not." 001's mechanical voice was heard again.

"Yes."

"The flow package program [2] is being implanted, and the concept is changing: apprenticeship with Uncle Yang, learning martial arts. Get a random traffic package, one day, and 2% data synchronization. ”

"Uncle Yang, such a familiar name. Hey, isn't that some kind of bad guy? Wang Shu didn't expect that he had come to this world.

In the last years of the Tang Dynasty, the salt dealer Huangchao rebelled and invaded Chang'an, lighting the fuse for the country's destruction.

After that, Zhu Wen, the king of Liang, killed Emperor Zhaozong Li Ye, and ascended the throne as emperor himself, opening the chaotic history of five dynasties and ten kingdoms in the Central Plains for more than a hundred years.

Of course, these national events have little to do with Wang Shu at present, and Wang Shu took over the second task without hesitation.

"Thank you for the rescue!"

When the people of Taoyuan Village saw Uncle Yang dressed as a swordsman, they all kowtowed gratefully.

Heroes are a very special group no matter where they are, and they are loved by civilians.

In ancient times, the law of the Son of Heaven was not omnipotent, and there was always a dark realm that could not be reached.

So the profession of hero came into being.

"I'm not a hero, I just don't want to see the weak being bullied!"

Uncle Yang's facial expression did not fluctuate, he was indeed not a hero, because he was a bad person.

It's okay not to say this, as soon as I finish speaking. These Taoyuan villagers worship as if they were gods.

Seeing this, Uncle Yang no longer spoke, but looked at the six-year-old child in front of him, a hint of color flashed on his face, and asked:

"Why did you save these villagers?"

"I just don't want to see the weak being bullied!"

Wang Shu replied in Uncle Yang's words, Uncle Yang's expression froze after listening, and then said:

"You were slashed on the head just now, but you just wore a little skin, have you practiced?"

"No, it's just a natural head, it's talent!" Wang Shu replied.

In fact, 001 has already given an explanation in his heart, the Lieyang Divine Gene is actually essentially a genetic computer.

There is a protection mechanism in the computer, and when you have not upgraded to a generation of super soldiers, you can passively trigger the Iron Body when you encounter danger.

Because Wang Shu's physique is incompatible with the genetic computer, only the head temporarily becomes the head of steel, which is the so-called head iron.

"Head iron?"

Uncle Yang's face was expressionless, he came out this time to see an old friend, and then retreated to the mountains and forests, not asking about the world.

But when he saw this child, he thought that he couldn't be in the mountains and wilderness, so he asked:

"Child, would you like to be my teacher?"

"Yes!"

The second task was surprisingly successful, but the traffic value obtained was less than before, only 200M.

After that, Uncle Yang took Wang Shu and left Taoyuan Village and walked towards Yuzhou City.

With the footsteps of the two of them, it takes a month to reach Yuzhou City. Uncle Yang was not in a hurry, and after accepting Wang Shu as an apprentice, he taught him martial arts.

On this day, in a lush bamboo forest, the wind blows and the bamboo leaves fall.

Seeing this, Uncle Yang suddenly pulled out the Qingfeng Sword that had never been scabbarded in his hand, only to hear the sound of the long sword "slapping", and the sharp sword of Sen Bai flashed away.

Its body fluttered like a spinning top, dizzying, and its arms bent slightly, brushing through the air, one sword after another flickering.

Wang Shu's eyes on the side were all worth it, if it weren't for his strong mental power, I am afraid that he would not be able to see the trajectory of Uncle Yang's sword.

"It is recommended that the host consume 100M and turn on the enhanced insight mode!" 001's voice rang out at the right time.

"Enhanced?" Wang Shu was puzzled, but he didn't have time to ask more questions when time was pressing, so he agreed directly.

Suddenly, a fierce electric current swept through the boy, and a strange and indescribable feeling arose.

In the dark, the pupils constricted, then distorted. I saw that in addition to the basic information of Uncle Yang's mind, Wang Shu added a series of three-dimensional dynamic projections.

Uncle Yang's set of swordsmanship slowed down tenfold, was split into many moves, and became easy to understand.

And under the enhanced insight mode, these moves are easily written down by Wang Shu, and there is no pressure at all.

The wind stopped, and the bamboo leaves fell. Uncle Yang stopped, put the long sword behind his back, looked calm, and stepped forward and asked, "Apprentice, do you see clearly?"

"I see it clearly." Wang Shu replied without thinking.

"Okay, let's practice for the teacher again!" Uncle Yang cut off a branch and handed it to Wang Shu.

Wang Shu took the branch, his eyes closed slightly, and began to recall the moves he had recorded in his mind, and then slowly waved the branch.

Uncle Yang didn't have much expectations, after all, he looked at this bamboo forest with a far-reaching artistic conception, and he directly expressed a surging artistic conception in his heart, not to teach swordsmanship.

Moreover, the speed at which he danced the sword in his hand was so fast that Wang Shu's eyesight might not be able to keep up, and it was already good to be able to see three or four layers.

Looking at Wang Shu's sword-dancing sword, Uncle Yang nodded slightly, with a relieved smile on his face, it was not easy to remember these few moves.

However, after dancing a few moves, Uncle Yang's complexion gradually changed, becoming extremely dignified, and his smile disappeared.

When he had danced the ninety-nine-eighty-one style, Wang Shu stopped because he had finished dancing.

Uncle Yang, on the other hand, was expressionless, and he didn't know what kind of emotions to use to express his inner emotions at the moment.

"Master, how is the apprentice practicing!" Wang Shu felt that his performance should not be bad, and couldn't help asking.

"Okay!"

Uncle Yang said lightly, but his palms were subconsciously tightened. For some reason, at this time, looking at the newly closed disciples who had been recruited on a whim, there was always a feeling of great pressure.

Shang Ke is just to prevent his apprentice from being proud and complacent. In fact, this apprentice's performance is too demonic.

"Oh!" Wang Shu was a little disappointed, and sure enough, his cheap master was really strict.

No wonder the original book beat Lu Linxuan's cute and beautiful girl with a blue nose and swollen face, doubting life, and she is really responsible for her apprentice.

Seeing the disappointed expression on Wang Shu's face, Uncle Yang couldn't help but wonder if he was being a little stricter? Or is there a mistake in the way of education?

Why not be proud? There is no need to deliberately suppress the nature of a child!