After that, two scholars dressed in gray behind the main book, fourteen or fifteen years old, walked out energetically holding a huge blue and white brocade box, which was one foot long and two feet wide. Two more gray-clothed boys, dressed in strong suits and holding sword boxes, walked out together.

"This is the calligraphy and painting of the world's famous Ouyang, one is difficult to buy, and the other is the four words of 'chivalrous for the heart', which is regarded as my son Zhong Bao's apprenticeship, and I also ask the master to smile. Zhong Ming said proudly, because this Ouyang's calligraphy and painting are rare and authentic treasures.

Zhong Bao took the calligraphy and painting, knelt on the ground, held it high, and said to Zhao Keming reverently: "Please also ask the master to smile." ”

"Haha, laugh and smile, what an apprentice!" Zhao Keming arranged for his disciple to take over the calligraphy and painting, and helped Zhong Bao up.

The two gray-clothed young people opened the sword box, a white-clothed white feather sword, the scabbard was autumn yellow, and a dragon was engraved on it, and the scabbard faintly revealed a trace of silver-white light, which was clearly the white feather sword light.

"This pale white feather sword will be Zhong Bao's sword in the future!" Zhao Ke announced in a loud voice. Although it is Zhong Ming's own thing, it is as solemn and grand as a sword given by Zhao Keming.

Shen Jue was not willing to show weakness again, and shouted to the big butler beside him: "Don't lift it up yet!" The big butler said yes, yes. ”

I saw four big men carrying a huge tiger stripe yellow rosewood carving, the wood carving is lifelike, a small pavilion carved out of a thousand axes, each part of the handrail of the stairs around is carved clearly, there is a woodcarved villain standing in the middle, one foot two inches high, the small hand holds up a green Ruyi, it is a rare Hetian jade Ruyi!

Behind him were four girls in red, all carrying a sword box, four fifteen or sixteen-year-old girls, Ying Ying walked towards Shen Yao with a smile, stood next to Shen Yao and laughed and talked, sure enough, she was a maid of a big family, and she was not afraid of the world.

"This extremely difficult to find tiger striped yellow pear is taken from the thousands of mountains in Hainan, the age of the tree is one hundred and thirty years, and the woodcarving master Xu Feng has been six months old, and he has obtained this hard-to-find 'young Ruyi' carving seat, and today is the apprenticeship of the little girl Shen Yao!" Shen Jue said eloquently but deliberately said very casually.

"I don't care about this 'young Ruyi', I also accept this meaning of young people's ambition, and accept this beautiful meaning for hundreds of young disciples under my disciples. Zhao Keming smiled shyly, but in his heart he hollowed out his mind to find this statement, and finally found a reason to accept it in the name of a teenager.

"Where is Shen Yao's sword, as a swordsman, the sword in this sword box is even more curious. Zhao Ke's two sentences are indeed what he thinks in his heart, this sword box is a rare water pattern golden silk nan, how rare should the sword in the box be?

Everyone looked at the thing in the hands of the four girls, what kind of rare sword was it? Shen Jue deliberately hung his appetite and said slowly: "Actually, this is not a sword. ”

"Ahh

This joke is too big, on such an occasion, who dares to break the rules of the Iron Sword Gate for accepting apprentices and teaching swords, even Shen Jue is afraid that it will be difficult to go down this step!

Zhao Keming did not speak, not in the slightest hurry, and the corners of his mouth showed a sly and prophetic smile.

Shen Jue looked at Zhao Keming, smiled with disappointment and a little playfulness and continued: "Hongwei, open the sword box. ”

As soon as the sword box opened, a bamboo stalk with a whole body of emerald green lay quietly in the box, and the golden brocade paved was completely submerged by this emerald green.

This is not a sword!

It is a straight emerald green bamboo, the thickness of the thumb is bright and green, three feet and one inch long, no handle and no blade, and a little pointed tip is gently cut, the tip is one inch long, exactly ten bamboo joints, and one bamboo joint is three inches.

However, this is indeed a sword, called Green Bamboo.

Green bamboo sword, non-gold and non-silver, only the bamboo and stone generated by creation and grinding out, bamboo and stone only the iron bamboo of Kunlun Mountain after a hundred years of creation, it is possible to produce an inch of bamboo and stone, it seems to be able to sharpen the green bamboo sword This kind of bamboo and stone does not have hundreds of years of creation, it is absolutely difficult to find. This green bamboo is really a rare sword in the world, but it is also a sword that is difficult for ordinary people to control.

Mr. Jin once said that there is a lonely predecessor in the martial arts, after the completion of swordsmanship, the grass, trees, bamboo and stone can be the realm of the sword, and a dead branch and a rotten wood are enough to walk alone in the rivers and lakes. This green bamboo sword was also the sword of an immortal martial arts predecessor, but now it has fallen into the hands of a little girl who has just entered the mountain gate.

"A good sword is indeed a rare good sword! Looking at the rivers and lakes, it is also a rare good sword!" Zhao Keming made three good swords in a row, which shows that this green bamboo sword is of extraordinary quality.

"I, Shen Jue, am just this one daughter, so I naturally want to give her the best!" At this moment, Shen Jue is just a father, a father who has done everything for his daughter, and he seems to be slightly old. People, once they give everything, anyone will grow old.

The majestic mountains in the distance, surrounded by mist, the top of the mountain is hidden in the sea of clouds, like a little girl with a wreath on her head, this is the highest mountain in Nanguang County - Wufeng Mountain. Wufeng Mountain is more than 200 feet high, the main peak is towering into the clouds, connecting four humps of seven or eight hundred zhang high, majestic and broad, worthy of the title of the top ten famous mountains in the south.

Zhao Keming led a group of nine people from the foot of the mountain, slowly climbed up, and climbed step by step along the winding stone steps. With Zhao Keming's kung fu and foot strength, he can reach the top in three hours, but Zhao Keming deliberately arranged it this way, this is the first lesson of retreat and penance - resilience.

Zhao Keming, with the housekeeper Fu Bo and Aunt Fu not far away, followed the six people who were struggling in front, one to take care of Fu Bo and Aunt Fu who had a bad foot, and the other was that Zhao Lin, Zhong Bao and others in front were really difficult. Zhao Lin, Zhong Bao, and Shen Yao were all carrying a big sword box, carrying their own luggage and baggage on their shoulders, and ten catties of sandbags tied to their feet.

In the middle of the moon, the stars scattered in the inky black sky, lonely, empty, only empty echoes in the night sky, step by step, the sound of repeated footsteps in the night sky diffuse. At this moment, a few people who are still halfway up the mountain have not stopped climbing, and no one is willing to give up, Zhao Keming promised, whoever is the first to climb to the top of Wufeng Mountain, who is the senior brother, can get a set of Zhao Keming's self-created and self-retained swordsmanship, so no one wants to fall behind, let alone give up easily. There is no one in the world who is willing to be the last in the beginning, but in the end, there are always people who come before and after others. But everything in the world, why is there always a distinction between first and second, and what seems to be a predestined and eternal law?