I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Meisi people?

Meisi, one of the Seven Sword Immortals?

The storyteller has long heard the name of Mr. Siren, a famous kendo teacher, but like other people on the mainland, he has never seen Mr. Siren in person.

Hearing his name immediately, he lifted his spirits, and also bowed and said respectfully: "I have seen Mr. Siren."

This is a true senior!

It is different from the title of "Eighth Sword Immortal" who has been killed.

The title "Mr. Siren" represents the achievements of the Meisi people in the inheritance of ancient sword cultivation, and they should be the masters of EMI!

"Um."

Mei Siren knocked on the paper fan, but didn't have much response, just looked at the eight masters, and said straight to the point: "After all the troubles, we made an appointment to meet in this place, but I don't know why you are looking for the old man to come here?"

"For the inheritance of kendo, but also for the future of kendo." Bazun spoke with integrity.

Mei Si raised her eyebrows imperceptibly, obviously she did not expect to get such an answer.

He smiled and said: "The Eighth Sword Immortal is a great talent in the world, proficient in the nine major swordsmanship, if it is for the inheritance of the sword and the future of the sword, I think what you can do is not much worse than the old man."

"I can't." Bazun shook his head resolutely, "I have already sealed the sword, and now under the 'Forbidden Martial Arts Order', my body has also become weak. My life is full of fate, and now it is no longer suitable for strenuous activities. "

Feng Jian... Mei Siren's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly thought of the young swordsman he met when he was on the first floor in the sky.

His deduction, when the mantra hits the eight gods and understands the current situation?

Sure enough, my eyes didn't miss it.

That kid that day was a genius!

It's a pity that the other party's ambition is not small, and he doesn't want to be his apprentice.

Meisi felt sorry for her, but she had a smile on her face, and said: "Since the 'rebirth', the 'activities' you have done can't be called 'ordinary', this is the latest thing you did to the holy slave self-interpretation?"

He meant something, obviously at this time he already knew that the eight monks cut off seven hundred white clothes in the White Cave, sent Gou Wuyue back to the mountain to be imprisoned, and went fishing in the Yunlun Mountains,

He single-handedly planned the Great War of Saints, and even used strange treasures to attract people to flock to the city of the sky.

And the reality is true, how can this one piece, one after another, be the performance of "not suitable for strenuous activities"?

The eight masters smiled and said: "Mr. Siren must be able to see more than this level. But mortals can trample ants to death inadvertently when they walk. What I do, except for the White Cave, is nothing more than playing chess." ... How can a mere game of chess be called a 'violent activity'?"

Meisi was silent.

game...

This is easy to say, but the object of your chess game is not simple.

"As expected of the Eighth Sword Immortal!" After a word of admiration, the Meisi people stopped delving into it and returned to the main topic, "So, what exactly do you want me to do for you?"

Bazun took a deep look at him: "Teach the sword!"

To teach sword?

Mei Si was taken aback.

Of course, it is impossible for him to interpret the words of the eight masters as teaching the opponent's swordsmanship by himself. Where did he start?

The implication of the words on the other side is that he wants to teach someone the way of ancient sword cultivation.

Who will it be?

What a face!

How delicate must it be to let Ba Zunwen personally come forward and persuade others to teach swordsmanship?

Mei Siren didn't think about it, so he responded: "This seems to be your strong point as well? And 'teaching swords' cannot be regarded as 'vigorous activity'."

"Of course not." Bazun laughed, "Unfortunately, I'm too busy playing chess to spare time to teach others."

There is no time... Meisi choked on this reason.

You don't have time, so you let me teach. Is this so logical that it's a bit outrageous?

Is the old man like someone who is idle and has plenty of time?

Feeling sullen in his chest, Mei Siren opened his lips and smiled "haha" before saying anything else.

In fact, he and Ba Zunwen didn't meet much here, and they didn't have much friendship, so naturally they didn't want to agree to the other party's unreasonable request.

"How?" Ba Zunfan asked with a smile as if he didn't see Mr. Siren's expression.

Meisi paused for a moment, obviously the other person wasn't really stupid, he couldn't understand what he meant.

Can "teach people"...

Meisi people never like to be forced.

He taught people to rely on fate and God's will, he would not force anyone, and he never deliberately forced fate and meeting.

Expecting this, Mei Siren didn't respond, but with a "swipe", he opened the folding fan in his hand, pointed the face of the fan at the two people in front of him, and shook it gently.

The wind howls by the river, why do you need a paper fan?

But when the paper fan was spun out, the eyes of the eight masters and the storyteller stopped and fell on the fan.

On it, there are three big ink characters:

"I reject."

The storyteller was dumbfounded.

He kept a close eye on it, and he had never seen Mr. Siren change the paper fan.

When Fang Fu appeared, he was holding the paper fan in his hand.

Doesn't this mean that from the beginning, Mr. Siren made up his mind that it was impossible to accept his brother's request, and he never wanted to get involved with Sheng Nu?

yes!

If this is accepted, is it more than just a "teaching sword"?

This directly means that Mr. Siren has entered the arena, and the camp he chose is the "Holy Slave" - ​​the opposite of the Holy God Temple!

The storyteller knew that Mr. Siren was able to take care of himself alone because he had no position and never stood on any side, only obsessed with swordsmanship.

On the side, the eight masters are thinking differently from the storyteller.

He was not the least bit surprised, and his eyes quickly moved away from the three characters on the fan, as if he had never seen it before.

"Mr. Siren also has a time to cherish his talents, right?" He meant something, as if he recalled the scene where he and Wen Ting met Meisiren in the snowy sky when he was wielding a sword in Tianya.

Mei Siren read the meaning on the other side, but did not respond, still shaking the folding fan in his hand slightly:

I reject!

Ba Zunfan did not give up, and asked: "Ruoruo, is that a great talent like me?"

Meisi froze.

So boastful, if it were on someone else, he turned around and left.

But Ba Zun's heart was moved when he said so.

However, heartbeat represents death.

Mei Siren didn't want to take such a risk, he waved the paper fan again, and said with a smile: "Old people cherish talents, but they are never good teachers, and they don't like to force everything..."

"What if he is Xu Xiaoshou?" The eight masters interrupted with certainty in their cloudy eyes.

The storyteller stared sideways in surprise.

He didn't know the purpose of the eight masters' trip before.

But when Ba Zunwen personally said that he came for Xu Xiaoshou, the storyteller suddenly became a little... jealous?

Brother, have you ever been so kind to others?

Mei Siren stopped shaking the fan again, raised his brows, and after three breaths, his expression calmed down, and he said: "So it's like this... But if the person who teaches the sword is Xu Xiaoshou, this It's even more impossible."

"Why?" the storyteller asked.

Mei Siren glanced at him, smiled and said: "To be honest, this old man has met Xu Xiaoshou, and he has the heart to teach him. Unfortunately, he does not accept the kindness."

Ba Zunfu seemed to have known everything, and said calmly: "Xu Xiaoshou is a person who thinks very highly of himself. He only eats hard but not soft. To put it bluntly, he is arrogant. He was even forced by Sang Qiye to become a teacher. I have a relationship in the future, so I will not accept Mr. Siren's kindness."

This is too blunt, already a bit like "with me here, he is right to refuse, because he really doesn't need you".

If it were someone else, Mei Si would turn his head and leave, but he also recognized what the Bazun knew.

It's just that the facts can be recognized, and the meaning of Fang's words is absolutely impossible for Mei Siren to accept, he said with a funny face: "Is it possible that this old man is forced to teach him swordsmanship?"

"Of course not. This is not in line with Mr. Siren's style. It's too out of style." Ba Zunfan shook his head, "People like Xu Xiaoshou cannot be in normal contact with."

Mei Siren unconsciously closed the fan and tapped lightly, but did not ask any questions.

When you ask, you reveal your thirst for knowledge.

Ba Zunfan has already seen that Meisi was moved by him, or in other words, the other party was moved by Xu Xiaoshou long ago, but he left helplessly in the end.

If Xu Xiaoshou really wants to agree, maybe the Meisi people have already entered the game!

To be honest, Xu Xiaoshou's talent, which "good teacher" doesn't like it?

Thinking of Xu Xiaoshou, Ba Zunfan thought of Sang Lao.

To deal with Xu Xiaoshou, you need someone like Sang Lao, not a meek guy like Mei Siren!

Ever since, Ba Zun said with a grin: "Mr. Siren, you might as well think about it from another angle, Xu Xiaoshou is so talented, you don't really need to 'teach' him, as long as you can let him understand what he should 'learn', My request is fulfilled."

Don't "teach", but let them "learn"?

Meisi was suspicious, and Jinkou was finally told, "I would like to hear the details."

"Hit him!" Ba Zun was succinct and concise.

beat?

The storyteller at the side looked back at his brother in shock, his expression suddenly became strange.

The Meisi people were also frightened.

Hit someone?

How can this be done?

How is this the way to be a teacher?

Ba Zun knew that both of them had misunderstood what he meant, so he sighed and explained:

"Mr. Siren, Xu Xiaoshou is very human. He needs a 'lesson', not a 'professor'. Any actions that occur under normal circumstances will not cause him any trouble...

"But beating him is different!"

Bazun's expression suddenly became vivid, and under the astonished and suspicious gaze of the Meisi people, he said:

"Xu Xiaoshou is a rebellious person by nature. As I said, he will take hard things but not soft ones. If you try to persuade him, he won't appreciate it.

"But if you beat him, scold him, or humiliate him, he will feel hatred and think about revenge.

"This man's temperament is... special, but he has a strong learning ability. If you humiliate him with the way of the sword, he will definitely have the idea of ​​'using his own way to treat his own body', and then he will learn what you use. what you have learned.

"In this way, our goal will not be achieved?"

After the eight deities finished speaking eloquently, Mei Siren and the storyteller finished listening in a daze, and then both fell silent.

This is inevitable, and the understanding of Xu Xiaoshou is too deep?

I also think... the storyteller has mixed feelings.

Is it really feasible... Meisi people are still in doubt.

Soon he realized, why did he do this drudgery?

It was clear that Bazun did not want to do such a shitty thing and cause resentment, so he called himself here.

There is no such thing as "I don't have time", and there is no such thing as "not suitable for strenuous activities", all are excuses!

"Using hatred to stimulate people's desire to learn is such a despicable means, an old man can't do it." After a sneer, Mei Siren opened the "I refuse" folding fan again with a swipe, and slowly shook it.

If you refuse you, let's go, what are you doing here... The eight masters are amused, but they still give the solution seriously:

"Mr. Siren is serious, this is not a low-level trick, but to deal with someone... Well, teach students according to their aptitude.

"Since Mr. is afraid that Xu Xiaoshou will feel resentful, it's very simple. Mr. only needs to give him some comfort and hints while beating him.

"With Xu Xiaoshou's intelligence, he must be able to understand it, and then feel grateful.

"It's all about the stick. I believe that my husband has much more experience than me in dealing with such bad students."

The eight masters shut up in a timely manner, leaving only Mei Siren in deep thought.

Well, the storyteller was also in deep thought, but his thoughts seemed to be wandering somewhere.

After a long time, the paper fan was closed again, and while beating on the palm of his hand, Mei Siren pretended to ask, "Old man, why do you want to help you?"

Because he is Xu Xiaoshou... The Eight Masters know it well.

Sword cultivator of the Eastern Region, who doesn't know that Mei Siren and Yu Tu fought, and they lost a complete defeat in the end?

Because old man You Tu cultivated an Eighth Sword Immortal, Mei Si has peaches and plums all over the world, but there is not even one who can take it.

But at this time, Mr. Siren couldn't hold back his face and needed an excuse, and Ba Zunfan understood it too well.

"This is a request from this junior, and in return, I can send you to the city of the sky." Bazun said with a smile, "There, there is what any spiritual master in the world desires, the Holy Daoist Foundation!"

Am I missing this thing... Mei Si's voice sounded in her heart, she looked at Ba Zunfan expressionlessly, but she saw the same calm face on the other side, with the wisdom pearl in her hands.

It seemed that Ba Zun knew that the conditions he gave were very tempting to him.

Mei Siren suddenly laughed.

This is indeed very tempting.

But it's not "Conferred Sainthood", but Xu Xiaoshou.

"Sanctified Daoji or something, you and I are both Gu Jianxiu, so there is no need to talk about it, because it is meaningless."

Mei Siren shook his head and said: "As for Xu Xiaoshou, I can help you, but the conditions are not what you said, and I don't need anything for the time being... just treat it as you owe me a favor!"

As soon as this remark came out, the storyteller's thoughts were pulled back to reality, and he looked over in surprise.

Bazun was stunned for a moment, but the next second, his face also burst into color.

It's good to owe a favor!

If it is an ordinary person, it is difficult to repay favors, so it is best not to owe them.

But like Mei Siren, an old man who has no worries and no position in his life, when will he really let himself help, isn't it equivalent to announcing to the world that he is on the side of the holy slave?

Ba Zunfan almost thought that he had heard it wrong, but he would rather make a mistake and not give the other party a chance to change his words, so he immediately took over the words: "Mr. is a talent, and this junior admires him very much. If you have an order, you can speak up at any time. Why do you need favors?"

Mei Siren knocked on the paper fan and said with a smile: "There will be."

After such a sentence came out, Ba Zunfan suddenly realized that the other party had already understood how his words would be misunderstood.

But this is not a misunderstanding at all!

Meisi people already have the heart to enter the game!

"Xu Xiaoshou, where are you now?" Mei Siren asked, as if he couldn't wait for a moment and wanted to hit someone.

The eight masters were suddenly silent, and the other party was so frank, he felt ashamed to prepare for his own backhand for a while.

"Huh?" Mei Siren made a nasal voice, as if smelling the conspiracy again.

Ba Zunfan sighed: "When Mister sees Xu Xiaoshou again, he should... be on the Void Island."

Mei Si was stunned immediately.

Void island?

Doesn't this mean that as long as I agreed to the eight gods, no matter what, I would go to the void island because of the hand of the holy slave, and then be recognized by the temple of the holy god as having chosen a side, and it is also the opposite of the temple of the holy god?

"The Eighth Sword Immortal is indeed a prodigy in gaming, playing chess and chess... It turns out that the old man is also a chess piece." Mei Siren half smiled.

"Cough cough..." Ba Zunwen coughed twice in embarrassment, not daring to answer, "What about Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Huh!" Mei Siren snorted heavily, pointing out, "An old student is by no means inferior to Yu Tu's apprentice!"

After saying that, he pinched the paper fan open again and shook it slowly.

This time, it is not the side of the three big characters "I reject" that is aimed at the saint and slave, but the other side that has been hidden all the time:

"make a deal!"

Le Wen

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