The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 246: Meet the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan Again.
The area where Temujin's tribe was located was very far to the north.

Green grasslands and yellow deserts are intertwined with each other, and there are some wild mountains and ridges winding around. Such topography constitutes a natural landscape with extremely simple colors but extremely vast and magnificent.

There is a barren mountain near the tribe, where the vegetation is sparse and mostly rugged rocks and steep cliffs.

A cowhide tent stands in a valley where wind and air gather, and a stream flows nearby.

In the tent, Xu Xingchen finished his training for the day. He felt that half of the true energy in his meridians had returned to its original state, and the awkward feeling in his body was alleviated a lot.

“It will take another two months”

"The more exquisite the true qi is, the more complex and profound the entanglement between the internal force and the five elements will be."

"If you want to peel off the cocoon and return to your original state, the difficulty will naturally increase dramatically."

While Xu Xingchen was thinking about his own cultivation problems in his mind, he picked up the clay pot in the corner and poured himself a bowl of milk tea. After drinking two sips, he felt that it was still a bit too greasy, so he put it down, turned around, picked up another clay pot, and left the tent.

I came to the stream, used a clay pot to scoop half a pot of clean water, tilted my head back and poured it into my mouth. A line of coolness passed through my throat and fell into my stomach. My whole body suddenly felt refreshed and I felt very refreshed.

Looking up at the barren mountains, scattered trees and overgrown weeds, he shook his head and sighed: "People who live in such a harsh environment must be more resolute and stronger than those who grew up in the water towns of the south of the Yangtze River. Coupled with the fierce competition under scarce resources, their courage and fighting spirit must be stronger."

"I don't know how weak the Southern Song Dynasty in this world will be, to be beaten to the ground by the surrounding countries in turn."

Having said that, Xu Xingchen smiled helplessly, turned around and went back to the tent, threw the pottery jar into the corner, raised his foot to pick up the Dragon Slaying Sword, grabbed it in his hand, turned around and walked out again.

In the dim corner, the clay pot that was thrown casually was spinning and returning to its original position, not more, not less, just right.

With the scorching sun overhead, Xu Xingchen staggered into the tribe.

As he cultivated the habit deliberately, he seemed to like this relaxed way of walking more and more, like a casual traveler, walking among thousands of mountains and rivers, admiring the beautiful scenery along the way.

After four days of going in and out, the people in Temujin's tribe gradually got to know him, a man of the world from the Central Plains, and knew the purpose of his visit. The vigilance in their eyes relaxed a little.

Today is the fifth day. Xu Xingchen walked among the yurts as usual, nodding and smiling at some familiar people, maintaining the most basic politeness.

However, those guys who smiled back at him, regardless of gender, age or status, all had extremely strange expressions on their faces, so strange that Xu Xingchen was a little confused.

When he came to Li Ping's tent, he found out what had happened.

Seven guys, tall, short, fat and thin, were sitting on the ground drinking milk tea. Li Ping was entertaining them attentively and the two sides were having a very pleasant conversation.

The Mongolian merchant stood aside with a confused look on his face, looking at the seven people from the Central Plains who were dressed strangely, scratching the back of his head.

Seeing the door curtain being lifted and the light from outside coming in, the people in the tent looked up.

As a result, when the two sides met, they exclaimed in surprise.

"It's you?"

"Is it you?"

Li Ping was handing a ceramic bowl filled with milk tea to the only young woman among the seven people. When she saw Xu Xingchen coming and heard the exclamations from both sides, she was a little surprised: "You all know each other?!"

The Mongolian merchant on the side also widened his eyes and looked at each other with a strange expression, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart: "What was Li Ping's identity when she was in the Central Plains? Why did two groups of people from the Central Plains come to look for her?"

When the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan saw the young man who impressed them so much, they fell silent. Their eyes flickered and no one knew what they were thinking.

When they first met and parted, the words the young man said shocked them beyond belief, and after many discussions they still could not come to any conclusion.

Unexpectedly, only a few months had passed and they met again, and at Guo Jing's mother's house. They all felt a little nervous.

Even Han Xiaoying, who was always lively, looked at Xu Xingchen's face and kept muttering in her heart: "He actually found Li Ping before us. Could it be that he has already accepted Guo Jing as his apprentice?!"

Xu Xingchen had anticipated what would happen today. Although he was somewhat surprised that they arrived so close to him, he quickly reacted and said with a smile, "I have met the seven heroes once before, but I didn't expect to meet them again so soon."

At this point, he clasped his fists to the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan and said, "Seven heroes, long time no see!"

"You're welcome!" "I didn't expect we'd meet again!"

"Hello, Mr. Xu!"

The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan responded in scattered voices, all of them looking uninterested, which really confused Li Ping and the Mongolian merchant.

Seeing this, Xu Xingchen pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Seven heroes, have I offended you in any way?"

Zhu Cong, the talented scholar, put down the pottery bowl in his hand and asked in surprise, "Mr. Xu, why do you say that?"

Xu Xingchen frowned and said, "Then why do you all look unhappy when you see me?"

"Ah! So it's about this." Zhu Cong looked around and saw that his brothers' eyes were flickering. His seventh sister Han Xiaoying was about to speak, so he quickly interrupted them: "We are just too tired and don't have the energy to speak loudly. Please forgive us."

After hearing such a perfunctory reason, Xu Xingchen shook his head helplessly and just said, "I see!"

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two sides was a bit awkward, Li Ping quickly asked Xu Xingchen to go to the other side and sit with her son Guo Jing.

In the past few days, Xu Xingchen came over every day to cultivate feelings with little Guo Jing, and now they have become quite familiar with each other.

When the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan saw this scene, their hearts skipped a beat. They looked at each other and saw the anxiety in each other's eyes.

Among the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, the one who spoke the most was the brilliant scholar Zhu Cong, followed by the seventh sister Han Xiaoying.

The eldest brother, the Flying Bat Ke Zhenwu, speaks little, but every word he says is powerful and carries great weight.

After a few pleasantries, the Mongolian merchant was again reluctantly asked to leave the tent, and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan then talked about the bet between them and Qiu Chuji of the Quanzhen Sect.

After hearing the content of the bet, Li Ping was grateful to the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan for keeping their promise and their persistence in searching for six years. At the same time, she looked at Xu Xingchen with surprise, who also had a look of surprise on his face.

At this moment, Xu Xingchen's acting skills were put to the test. He first pretended to be surprised, and then immediately said, "Seven heroes, I'm sorry, Guo Jing has been accepted as my apprentice. You are a step late."

The seven Jiangnan monsters looked at each other, and the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became subtle.
Ke Zhenwu, who looked ferocious, snorted first and asked coldly with his head tilted: "Master Xu, we came all the way to the grassland and spent six years to find Mrs. Guo and her son. All this is because we, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, kept our promise. May I ask, Master Xu, why did you accept Guo Jing as your apprentice?"

Xu Xingchen calmly told Li Ping the story he had made up, and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan were suddenly speechless.

They control everything from heaven to earth and the air, how can they control the behavior of others who want to repay a favor? !
Moreover, compared to the reason they came here because of a promise, the reason for repaying a favor seemed more reasonable.

But they were reluctant to give up the bet.
Six years is a long time. How many six years can we have in our life?

If they gave up the bet easily, wouldn't it mean that all the suffering they had endured over the past six years was in vain? !
The clever scholar waved his black paper fan and said with a smile, "Master Xu, you have only been a disciple for a few years, but you have already accepted Guo Jing as your apprentice. Aren't you a little too hasty?!"

Han Baoju, the short and fat horse god with a golden whip wrapped around his waist, suddenly brightened his eyes and said quickly, "Yes, that's right. You just came down from the mountain not long ago and haven't even made a name for yourself in the martial arts world. I think it's too early for you to be Guo Jing's master now."

Nan Xiren, a sturdy woodcutter from Nanshan, who was carrying a black shoulder pole beside him, nodded and said, "Mr. Xu, we know that you are eager to repay your gratitude, but you have too little experience in the martial arts world. I'm afraid it's a bit too easy for you to accept people as your disciples and teach them."

Sitting there, Zhang Asheng, who was still as smiling as an iron tower, had his eyes flickering for a moment, but he still couldn't think of anything to say.

Han Xiaoying, the female swordsman of Yue, dressed in green, said frankly: "Master Xu, you should let the seven of us take care of the important task of teaching Guo Jing martial arts. You can go out and explore the world. Maybe you can meet a beautiful female swordsman who will fall in love with you at first sight."

Xu Xingchen listened to the Jiangnan Seven Freaks' persuasion and thought to himself, "Good fellows, I thought only one or two of you were good at speaking, but I didn't expect there were so many who were good at speaking, and their reasons were so reasonable."

However, he would not give up the opportunity to become Guo Jing's master. He shook his head and said, "Don't worry. My master was very strict when he taught me martial arts. As long as I teach Jing'er exactly as he taught me, Jing'er's martial arts skills in the future will be 70% to 80% as good as mine, no matter how poor they are."

The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan continued to persuade him, and Xu Xingchen continued to refuse. As they talked, fierce sparks began to fly in each other's eyes.

Li Ping felt happy but also confused when she heard eight people arguing over who would be her son's master.

She looked at Xu Xingchen's young face on the left, and at the various strange costumes of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan on the right. She was unable to judge who was more suitable to be her son's master. She could only keep persuading both parties to calm down.

At the end of the conversation, the short and fat Han Baoju glared and said loudly: "After all this talk, there is no point in arguing. We are all children of the rivers and lakes, and we have all practiced martial arts. Why don't we have a competition? Whoever wins will become Guo Jing's master, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)