Shushan Sign In For A Hundred Years, I Will Be A Saint With A Sword

After eliminating the distracting thoughts one by one, Zhuo Fan carefully observed the news from the clone Zhuohun.

According to the news from him, it is time to trace this new emerging power.

As for Sedum, it is very likely that he will be retaliated by this force. With his strength, he can't resist an enemy that is too strong.

Zhuo Hun decided to stay in Yuzhou City and follow the vines.

And also found traces of Qingwei's head.

On this day, the weather was fine and sunny.

In the Shushan disciples, thousands of people gathered in the square to practice swordsmanship.

The leader is Xu Changqing, who is wearing a white robe of gold silk and holding a Star sword in hand.

At this moment, Xu Changqing alone led many disciples to cultivate the Sword Technique in Shushan.

Many disciples are cultivating Shushan Sword Technique, with great momentum and energy.

The sound resounded through the Qifeng Mountain and the surrounding Baili area.

What a look at the fairy family!

Several younger children were standing outside the hilltop plaza watching this scene, with little stars in their eyes.

They are still young, and none of them have reached the age of ten.

According to personal Cultivation Base and door regulations, children under ten are not eligible to practice swords in the square.

I can only watch the scene of these seniors gathering together to practice swords, full of enthusiasm.

These children were brought up by Shushan disciples to be cultivated by the younger generation in the future.

Including Xiao Jiang Ming, who also came to the Peak Square today, and these peers saw the vast scene of Master Xu Changqing with many Shushan disciples practicing swords.

I remembered that in the sword mound these few days, I was either jogging Horse Stance or running every day.

Zhuo Fan also forced him to learn to cook and do some chores of sweeping and washing dishes.

Reminiscent of this scene on the square.

In this way, the two can hardly be compared with here.

Xiao Jiangming also had the thought of cultivating with these disciples in his heart.

It's a pity that he is not old enough to start cultivation.

The children next to him suddenly came to Jiang Ming at this moment.

After looking at each other, he looked at a wooden sword on Jiang Ming's back and said.

"Jiang Ming, look at all the Shushan disciples who have swords. Why are you holding a wooden sword in your hand."

"Could it be that your master thinks that you are still young, so he deliberately played for you with my little brother Mu Jian."

"Or in addition to the wooden sword, it is a broomstick! There is no long sword at all."

"What do you little kids know?"

Little Jiang Ming, who held a wooden sword in his hand, didn't show any shyness in front of these kids of the same age.

Instead, he said very calmly.

"My master naturally has deep meaning. He told me that no matter what sword I hold, I only need to achieve the purpose of cultivation."

"The sword is a foreign object after all, and it really depends on us, the cultivators themselves."

"When our Cultivation Base is raised to a certain level, it will be comparable to these so-called Divine Armament swords with fingers alone."

Said that Jiang Ming also gestured to Shushan Sword Technique.

But he said these things, how do the other kids understand.

Instead, he thought that Jiang Ming didn't know which book he had read from, so he brags in front of them.

A fat boy wearing the clothes of a beginner disciple.

Seeing Jiang Ming whose expression changed, the boy curled his lips and said.

"Cut, who didn't know that your master is a handyman! Even taking you is a small handyman."

"If you can't afford a good one, you can't afford a good one! I'm still bragging about a lot of great truths here. When did we rely on reasoning in Shushan?"

While talking, the boy also drew a short sword about a foot long from behind him.

Pulling off the dagger, the dazzling light made people dizzy.

"Look at what we are holding. It is a low-grade mortal soldier Qingfeng sword produced by Zhenger Eight Classics Refining Pavilion."

"The wooden sword in your hand will probably be cut into two pieces directly if you touch it!"

When it came to this, the children all smiled, as if Jiang Ming was like an outlier among them.

"Also, we have already entrained the Qi into the body, and we will be able to officially enter the Qi training stage in two days."

"Looking at your appearance, I don't even know what Qi training is!"

"Oh, it's no wonder, after all, the master is just a handyman disciple, how can he teach you if he doesn't learn well?"

"Don't stay there and keep watching Master Changqing. Do you think he will accept you as an apprentice?"

"In the future, he will shine on the lintel, leading many disciples in the practice of the great responsibility, and how can there be time to take care of you as a little kid?"

The unbridled ridicule of several children made Jiang Ming's face suddenly change.

It seemed to hit his mind.

"Just how do you guys know my relationship with Uncle Changqing?"

"Furthermore, you can compare with me with the broken sword in your hand, and it's not your own ability to get it."

"Also, don't joke about my Master."

Jiang Ming's tone gradually became a little angry, and the anger on his immature face surprised the fat boy who was joking before.

Just when he was about to say something, a tall, thin boy stood up.

Suddenly, the fat boy wanted to say something and got stuck in his throat, and some of his fears went back.

Faced with angry Jiang Ming, the thin and tall boy said casually.

"Hey, among our children of the same age, who doesn't know that your master is just a handyman."

"After more than ten years of cultivation, I didn't even become an Outer Sect disciple."

"And you are just a wild child picked up by your master. You don't even know who your parents are, so you are embarrassed to tell us this?"

"Da Zhuang, Erfei, let's go, ignore Jiang Ming, this wild boy, he is not qualified to stay in the same place with us."

The thin and tall boy glanced at Jiang Ming disdainfully.

Then followed the fat boy next to him and a few other children to walk forward.

Jiang Ming squeezed his fists, the light in his eyes gradually faded.

"Who do you say is a wild child? And this is Shushan, not yours."

"Hurry up and apologize to me, otherwise don't blame me for being merciless."

Hearing this, the thin and tall boy standing in front of Jiang Ming turned his head with several other people.

One by one, he squeezed his small fists and walked back.

"My master is Elder from the Law Enforcement Hall. I can go wherever I want to go in the entire Shu Mountain, and I want you to take care of it."

"Dare to ask me to apologize and call me, I will stand up to what happened."

"Hey, got it."

Several other children said one after another.

In the face of several peers, there is even a tall and thin boy who is taller than himself.

Especially they are already starting to practice the Cultivation Technique, drawing in the air into the body.

Physical fitness and sensitivity have a great Ascension.

However, Jiang Ming rushed forward without the slightest fear in his eyes, and fought with them.

You come and I go, punching and kicking is so happy.

From time to time, there was a crying sound of a child being beaten.

Practicing swords next to him, the mighty Shushan disciple presented another exceptional scenery.

...

On the other side, Jianzhong Courtyard.

At this moment, the handyman disciple Zhuo Fan in the eyes of ordinary sectarians did not do chores.

Instead, he was playing Tai Chi slowly.

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