Ah Mao's request did not make Yushu Zhenren show any surprised expression, this scene was already expected by him, as the head of the Qingcheng faction, Yushu Zhenren's experience in the rivers and lakes will naturally not be less.

He started learning art at the age of six, traveled down the mountain at the age of ten, became famous all over the world at the age of eighteen, and fought more than 100 masters without a defeat, if it wasn't for the beating of a neurotic in Jiangnan at the age of twenty, I am afraid that the legendary experience of Yushu Zhenren can last for many years.

Ah Mao's thoughts, although Yushu Zhenren can't say that he can see through it completely, he also guessed eight or nine and ten.

Looking at Ah Mao, there seemed to be a sigh in Yushu Zhenren's eyes, he helped the other party up, and blurted out his words as if he had already prepared: "Child, your martial arts talent is not good, and the poor Dao can't accept you." ”

Yushu Zhenren's words made Ah Mao's face turn pale suddenly, and he was completely unprepared for the fact that this kind Taoist would reject him.

Ah Mao's brain was roaring, and the voices in his ears seemed to be gradually moving away, and after a while, he came back to his senses, with a miserable white face, and kowtowed on the ground: "Dao Chief!" I'm willing to do anything! Please take me! ”

Yushu Zhenren shook his head and sighed, but he didn't change his mind: "Child, you have worked hard to take care of the poor Dao these days, now, go home quickly." ”

The so-called martial arts talent is not good, and the proportion in the eyes of Yushu Zhenren will not be too much, the Qingcheng faction is a force in the rivers and lakes, and it is also an incense Taoist temple, even if you can't learn any martial arts, it is not a problem to teach some Taoist scriptures.

Yushu Zhenren is reluctant to accept Ah Mao, mainly because this child's heart is not pure, he does not look down on the other party to seize the opportunity to coerce the favor to repay, if the other party is really obsessed with martial arts, it is completely acceptable to use some small means.

What he doesn't look down on is Ah Mao's determination and patience, these few days of getting along, although Ah Mao is extremely attentive, but many of the other party's own shortcomings have also been exposed in the eyes of Yushu Zhenren.

The Qingcheng faction can accept a disciple who is not talented in martial arts, because in addition to martial arts, they can also teach humanism.

The Qingcheng faction can also accept a disciple with a little scheming, because Yushu Zhenren is confident that he can bring the other party back to the right path.

But the Qingcheng faction will not, and cannot accept a disciple who is not pure-minded, but fortunately, ambitious, and eager for quick success, which is not only useless to them, but may also bring disaster.

As the head of the Qingcheng faction, Yushu Zhenren is responsible for the entire sect, so he can't accept Ah Mao.

Ah Mao was cold, his eyes couldn't help but redden, he raised his head, a little aggrieved, and a little unwilling to look at Yushu Zhenren: "But, Grandpa Dao, I saved you."

When this sentence was spoken, something seemed to be broken in Ah Mao's heart, as a person who aspired to be famous, his self-identification was a hero who did good deeds without asking for anything in return.

And now, in order to impress the other party, Ah Mao did not hesitate to modify this kindness and take it out as a bargaining chip, such an ugly act made him feel ashamed.

But even so, Yushu Zhenren's attitude still hasn't changed at all.

"Child, you saved the poor road, this kindness and this virtue, the poor road will remember it in my heart, and the poor road will personally come to thank you for saving your life in the future."

This is not a casual remark that Yushu Zhenren used to prevaricate, as the head of the Taoist faction, he is difficult to chase after him, even if the other party is only a half-grown child, but the life-saving kindness is true, so it will be true for him to come to the door to thank him.

Ah Mao has been busy taking care of him these days, and he is grateful for this kindness, so he chose to come to the door in person, although Yushu Zhenren is unwilling to accept the other party as a disciple, but he can give the other party some reputation in return.

But Ah Mao is just a child, he doesn't understand the value behind Yushu Zhenren's gratitude, and when he was rejected again, he only felt like a clown.

The little young man couldn't bear such humiliation, he didn't continue to beg Yushu Zhenren, but just told the other party loudly that he didn't need his mountain gate to thank him.

In the end, Ah Mao left in despair, he thought everything was too good in advance, such a kind Taoist as Yushu Zhenren, and the image of the mysterious master of martial arts in the book fit perfectly, so he never thought about the possibility of the other party rejecting him.

When Mao returned to the village, he was greeted by several young friends he had met, and you asked him what had happened in the past few days.

Ah Mao was depressed, and when he heard this group of people asking about this matter, he only felt that they were all looking at his jokes for a while, and suddenly a nameless fire rose in his heart, and he waved his thin little arms frantically and beat this group of friends away.

"Ah Mao, what are you crazy about?"

It was the child king of the village who came out to stop Ah Mao, the other party was strong, two heads taller than him, and his brute strength was not something that little Ah Mao could resist at all.

Ah Mao was easily subdued by the other party, but the tears of anger slipped from his eyes, and the child king was a little panicked when he saw it, he thought that he was doing it himself, and he hurt the other party.

"Grandpa the village chief asked you to come over right away." The child king, who thought he was in trouble, left in a hurry after dropping this sentence.

Ah Mao squatted on the ground and cried for a while, there were more and more villagers watching, and there were few people who whispered and pointed at him, he couldn't stand this kind of look, covered his face and fled back to his house.

Ah Mao buried his head in the quilt, and after a long time, there were footsteps outside the door, and the gray-haired village chief stood at the door, coughing heavily.

Seeing that Ah Mao, who was stuffing his head in the quilt, did not react, the village chief came forward to lift the quilt with some annoyance, and lectured to Ah Mao.

The content is nothing more than that the other party doesn't know how to improve, and spends his time in a muddy nightmare every day, Ah Mao is all the wind in his ears, his face is full of gloom, and there is no intention of reflection at all.

The village chief was furious, and when he went out and picked up a bamboo pole, he came back and whipped Ah Mao and screamed.

"Grandpa the village chief, I know it's wrong!"

Ah Mao snorted and cried, and the village chief saw that he was soft, so he threw the bamboo pole in his hand on the ground, and said angrily: "You listen to me, the mountains have not been very peaceful recently, and someone has seen strangers with guys coming in and out, you be careful!" ”

After explaining the important words to the other party, the village chief left, leaving Ah Mao alone in place.

The village chief's words immediately made Ah Mao find the point he had overlooked, and they found that the seriously injured Taoist chief had many strange scars on his body, although he was not a person in the martial arts, but he could also see that the wound was not like it was caused by a torrent of mountains and rocks.

Now hearing the words of the village chief, Ah Mao suddenly realized, I am afraid that the purple-clothed Taoist chief was killed by thieves to fall here, he thought so, his heart beat thumping, and the heroic dream that had been shattered into a slag suddenly had a glimmer of hope.

If he saves the Dao Master again this time, will the other party change his mind? Ah Mao thought like this, and his mind, which had been silent, became restless again.

(End of chapter)