Chapter 21: The fate of master and apprentice
Songshan, Shaolin, a sloppy and dirty child bows down in front of the door. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
"Child, your muscles and bones are too poor to practice martial arts, and maybe I can't teach you in Shaolin. If you want to take refuge in my Buddha, you can come in, and if you are bent on seeking martial arts, please go. The abbot of the Dharma Academy looked at this child very helplessly, although the Buddhist family said that the door is open for everyone, but it cannot mislead people's children. This kid is inspired to practice peerless martial arts, but his muscles and bones are really poor, and he is afraid that accepting it will only breed resentment in his heart in the future.
However, all that happened outside the door was not known to the Zen abbot and others in the temple.
"Alas...... As people get older, they think more and more things, and they have more and more concerns, but they have less and less courage...... I think I had a lot of enthusiasm when I was young, but unfortunately I didn't have the courage to do it at that time, and finally listened to my master's words......"
In the Shaolin Temple, the Zen master shook his head and sighed, in order to prevent the Shaolin foundation from being destroyed in his own hands, he had been hiding in Shaolin for more than ten years...... Now seeing the prosperity of Tongjitang, it is inevitable to feel sad in my heart.
"When we wanted to pursue our dreams, our predecessors were worried that we would suffer a detour and impose their experience on us. Now we have finally become elders, but we have long been locked by the rules of our elders, and we have long lost that momentum, and we are not willing to try new things. Aren't we doing the same thing now, taking the experience that our predecessors imposed on us, and instilling it in our juniors?"
Master Yuanguang, a disciple of Zen Buddhism, sat in meditation opposite him, shaking his head and sighing. Who doesn't want to be a hero? Who doesn't want to kill like Dugu Wuregret? Everyone wants to, but no one dares to do it. Everyone is afraid of failure, everyone thinks too much and too much, but how can people who dare not do it talk about success?
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Zhongnan Mountain, Quanzhen Sect, a dirty child worships the mountain gate.
"Child, your muscles and bones are too bad to practice martial arts, you better go. "The senior brother of the Quanzhen Sect is quite helpless, this child's parents are dead, he intends to raise it in the Quanzhen Sect, but the other party wants to learn peerless martial arts, he has poor muscles and bones and can't deceive the child, so he can only let him leave and find another master.
The two Dao Masters in the Chongyang Hall of the Quanzhen Sect didn't know what was happening under the mountain.
Tai Guzi stood in front of the portrait of the patriarch Wang Chongyang, and behind him stood his junior brother Danyangzi.
"Senior brother, Tongjitang is now gathering the world's heroes, should our Quanzhen Sect help him?" Danyangzi said respectfully, but Taiguzi didn't turn around, only heard him sneer.
"Hmph, help, how to help, those old monsters of the Demon Sect of the Heavenly Blood Lotus didn't make a move, and only then did Tongjitang have a moment of pride, those three hairy boys were too young and were carried away by the false name of some hero, and they were too inconsiderate in doing things, are you still young, junior brother?"
When Dugu Wuregret and the three of them broke into the demon cave, Taiguzi sneered, saying that sooner or later he would die in the hands of impulse, but two years later, Dugu Wuregret not only did not die, but instead established the first major force in Zhaomenzong, Tongjitang! But even so, Taiguzi was still not optimistic about Dugu Wuregret, and his opinion on it did not change in the slightest.
"Senior brother, the Demon Sect has the Heavenly Blood Lotus, don't we also have you and the Zen Master and others? In the past, what we lacked was cohesion, but now there is such a young man who can unify the Zhao State Wulin and lead the attack on the Demon Sect, why are you still unwilling!"
"Senior brother! Confused! The Demon Sect itself is not terrible, what is terrible is the Demon Lord Xiao Tianyan back then! Have you forgotten the first battle back then? Even the Sword Saint was defeated by him back then! Do you still remember how the Zixiao Temple perished back then? Senior brother, you are still so lacking in thinking about the problem when you are old, why don't you go to the Demon Sect if you are really so good at fighting Zen Buddhism? Why don't you go to He Zudao? If this kid can really unite the Zhao Sect, it will not be too late to wait for the Zen Sect to join, I really don't need to be that bird. ”
Tai Guzi suddenly turned around, and taught his junior brother a lesson with an expression of hatred that iron is not steel, which made Danyangzi's old face a little unbearable.
"But senior brother, the Demon Lord has been retired to the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and it is not certain whether he is still alive or not. Moreover, one demon lord has scared so many of our sects to shrink for more than ten years, can we not wait for the demon sect to eradicate us one by one?" Danyangzi blushed and tried his best to defend.
"It's not that the Demon Lord just retired, and you didn't participate in the battle of Ghost Xiaofeng back then, so many of us couldn't help him alone. It's not that I'm cowardly, but the time hasn't come yet, we can't let the foundation of Chongyang Patriarch be ruined in your hands. Don't worry, Zhao Guo Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger, so many hermit masters have not made a move, what are we anxious about? When no one could accept the Demon Lord, didn't the Sword Saint appear? After so many years, junior brother, you are still so impetuous, and your Dao heart is unstable!"
What Danyangzi said, Taiguzi is not worried at all, the sky has fallen and there is a high top, Wen Renyu did not die back then, this demon sect has been rampant for more than ten years and has not seen him move, what can he do? And in terms of martial arts, Zen He Zudao and others are above him, and they can go first.
However, Tai Guzi was a little wrong, Wen Ren was free and didn't like to be restrained, how could Zhao Menzong have anything to do with him? Back then, the battle of Ghost Xiaofeng was just a matter of interest. No one knows his whereabouts, and no one can find him, but when you don't want to look for him, you often run into him unexpectedly.
Where Wen Renyu is, no one said it, but people know that he is still alive, it is enough to know this, the myth of the last martial arts era, as long as he is alive, Zhao Guo Wulin will still have confidence.
It's just that he didn't know that a child who had repeatedly hit a wall was looking for him all over the world because of the story of a storyteller, and he wouldn't have thought that he would really be met by him soon after.
Wen Renyu is hard to find, and this may also be the fate of the two.
"Are you the Juggernaut?!I've seen your portrait!" a scruffy child followed behind a sloppy middle-aged man, and the two of them were dressed in perfect harmony.
"It's not. ”
"I've been looking for you for a long time! Please teach me martial arts!"
"Don't teach. ”
"Is this the Sancai Sword?!Can I take a look?!"
"No, you can't. ”
"From now on, I will be your apprentice, master, please accept the apprentice!"
"I'm annoyed! Who wants to take you! Don't look at how bad your own muscles and bones are, if my big disciple Wen Renyu wants you to lose the dead!" Wen Renyu finally couldn't stand it anymore, and stomped on the ground and roared loudly.
"Ah! You are indeed the sword saint Wen Renyu! You are the first in martial arts, if you teach me martial arts, I will definitely be able to avenge my parents!" But this kid didn't seem to hear what Ren Yu was saying at all, and only cared about what he said.
"Why are you so annoying, little ghost! I shouldn't have saved you and let you die outside!"
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A saga
A peerless sword master
An annoying imp
A chance encounter
A master-apprentice relationship