The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 248: Seven Freaks of Jiangnan: We seem to have been deceived

Seeing that both parties sat down to discuss the matter calmly, Li Ping couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. If the two parties really started fighting because of who her son chose as his master, she would feel uneasy for the rest of her life.

Right now, this is the best result!

After deciding on the general framework of who would teach first and who would teach later, the relationship between the two sides immediately eased a lot. At least they didn't have to be so confrontational, and glaring at each other no longer sparked sparks.

The next day, the apprenticeship ceremony was held.

The process was very simple. When the time came, the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan and Xu Xingchen sat in a row on the ground in the tent like eight clay statues. Little Guo Jing knelt in front of each of them, took the ceramic bowl handed over by his mother, served them milk tea, and then kowtowed three times.

In this way, one by one, they kowtowed and worshipped the master, and respectfully addressed him as "Master Xu, First Master, Second Master, Third Master".

Xu Xingchen was the first to find Li Ping and her son, and seized the initiative, so when young Guo Jing became an apprentice, he was the first one to become their disciple.

After drinking the milk tea, I wiped the corners of my mouth and watched the honest children kowtow to each other and call them master, and their heads banged loudly. I sighed in my heart: "I didn't expect that my first apprentice would be shared with others. It's really a different experience."

After the apprenticeship was over, little Guo Jing stood up with a red forehead, looked at the eight masters in front of him, waiting for instructions.

Xu Xingchen walked forward, patted little Guo Jing on the head, opened his mouth to speak, but changed his mind and just said, "Jing'er, practice martial arts well and don't slack off!"

Little Guo Jing was a simple and honest child, without the mischievousness of other children. He nodded vigorously and said, "Yes, Master Xu, I will practice martial arts well!"

"Seven of you, I'll let you train this child first!" Xu Xingchen looked up at the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, then turned to look at Li Ping and said seriously, "Madam Guo, if there is anything, you or Jing'er can come to me. I live in the mountains over there and won't be far away!"

After saying that, he turned around and left the tent with Li Ping's farewell.

After walking out of the tent, he paused for a moment, tilted his head and glanced sideways, thinking: "If I had just said that Jing'er is a one-in-a-million martial arts genius, and the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan were unable to teach Jing'er martial arts in the future, would they be furious every time they think of this sentence?"

".Tsk tsk tsk, I am still too soft-hearted."

From that day on, Xu Xingchen began to practice seriously, speeding up the process of returning his true Qi to its original state. He would only go to the tribe occasionally to visit Li Ping and little Guo Jing.

As for the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan, they would avoid meeting each other if possible. Even if they met on the way, they would just say hello and would never go to watch them train little Guo Jing.

After all, teaching martial arts is a very private matter, and outsiders, whether watching or peeking, can easily cause misunderstandings.

the other side.
The Seven Freaks of Jiangnan also began to teach little Guo Jing martial arts, but after a few days, they discovered that something was wrong.

Apart from the most basic of the basics, such as the horse stance, which young Guo Jing could still persevere in, he could not learn other martial arts moves that required stretching the muscles and bones.

Little Guo Jing's slow learning speed and dull brain in practicing martial arts often drove his teachers crazy.

It was just an ordinary set of martial arts, with only 20 to 30 moves in total. Others could memorize all of them in a day or two, but little Guo Jing spent ten days or half a month on it and still couldn't learn them all.

What made the Jiangnan Seven Freaks most angry was that little Guo Jing would often forget a move just after learning one, and forget a move just after learning another.
When encountering some movements that require dexterity, my body would sway, my hands and feet would become clumsy, and I would often trip myself while practicing.
After half a month, some of the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan began to complain bitterly, feeling that they had been cheated.

Therefore, the bonfire party at night became a time for them to vent their complaints.

"Oh my, I can't stand it anymore, I've never seen anyone as stupid as that guy."

"Yes, when I was a kid, I could memorize a set of basic boxing techniques in one day, learn them in three days, become proficient in five days, and fight like a tiger in a year. But that kid has been practicing for ten days and half a month, and he still can't remember the simplest set of boxing techniques. When I was teaching him, I was so angry that my lungs almost exploded."

"With such a stupid disciple, there is no need to continue the bet between us and Qiu Chuji. Let's just go back and admit defeat."

"I think what the third brother said is right. We have wasted more than ten years here, and we will still lose when we go back. We might as well admit defeat now and avoid wasting time here."

This time, even the second-in-command Zhu Cong showed some hesitation on his face. He never expected that Guo Jing's martial arts aptitude would be so ridiculously poor.

Or maybe Guo Jing is simply not suitable for martial arts training? !
The seventh sister, Han Xiaoying, who was originally full of energy, sat there somewhat discouraged, holding her sword, looking like she didn't want to speak.

She taught little Guo Jing how to practice swordsmanship, but the movements he made were so ugly and clumsy that it was simply unbearable to watch. After only a few days of teaching, she felt that she was about to become autistic.

Just as everyone was complaining and grumbling, the eldest brother Ke Zhenwu snorted angrily, "Humph, if we brothers just give in so easily, won't it make Qiu Chuji laugh? Will it make that kid named Xu laugh? Will it make the whole world laugh?"

"Although Guo Jing is a little bit stupid, he is an honest and upright person. Although he has not completed the movements you taught him, he has been practicing diligently and never slacked off. He has never complained about being tired. With such a tenacious character, as long as we continue to teach him unremittingly, his future achievements will definitely not be too bad."

After hearing the last few consecutive changes in the words, the others couldn't help but roll their eyes.

Ke Zhenwu seemed to realize that his tone was wrong, so he softened his voice and continued, "Guo Jing is still young and has not yet awakened. When he suddenly awakens one day, his martial arts may improve by leaps and bounds and catch up with his peers."

There was a moment of silence around the campfire, and no one wanted to speak anymore.

Even Ke Zhenwu himself knew that what he had just said was just to comfort everyone. As for whether he would be enlightened or not, only God knew. The hope was too slim and totally unrealistic.

The only thing he said about being honest, obedient and having a strong character was that it was true and could barely gain their approval.

However, Ke Zhen'e's encouragement did play some role after all. The other people stopped clamoring to leave and continued to stay here to train little Guo Jing in martial arts.

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No matter how angry they were, they would sit by the campfire at night and vent their anger, and then they would cheer each other up so as not to despair and give up completely.

In this slow cycle of getting along, they gradually began to accept little Guo Jing's ordinariness and clumsiness, began to accept little Guo Jing's simplicity and perseverance, began to accept their own powerlessness, and began to comfort themselves in turn.
We don't fight for winning or losing, just try our best.
Life is like this sometimes. When you start to accept reality, you can't avoid lying down and compromising helplessly.

Of course, there is another reason that keeps them going, that is they must not let the kid named Xu laugh at the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan.

Although the boy seldom came to visit Li Ping and her son, every time he came to meet them, the relaxed smile on his face and his questions about "why you look so unhappy" always made them feel particularly irritated and uncomfortable.

They secretly encouraged themselves in their hearts, they must, they must persevere, and after half a year, it would be their turn to laugh at that kid.

Some things also happened on Xu Xingchen's side.

When Xu Xingchen was out exploring the surrounding geographical features, some wild beasts broke into his residence and not only tore several huge holes in the tent, but also smashed the pots and jars inside.

Xu Xingchen, who had rushed back, looked at the dilapidated residence, sighed helplessly, then jumped up, found a hidden place on the nearby rock wall, and used the Dragon Slaying Sword to carve out a spacious and tall cave as his new residence.

When going out or resting on weekdays, they block the entrances and exits with large stones to prevent wild animals from breaking in again and eating, drinking, defecating and urinating in their new homes, thus destroying the environment.

Time flies, and two months passed in a flash.

On this day, Xu Xingchen was sitting in a closed cave practicing.

The cave is several meters wide, tall, and spacious, and does not feel oppressive at all.

A stone bed was leaning against the stone wall. The cave wall opposite was trimmed to be extremely flat, and on it was written the famous poem "Xia Ke Xing" by the poet Li Bai with the Dragon Slaying Sword.

The Zhao guest's hair is covered with tassels, and the Wu hook shines like frost and snow; the silver saddle shines on the white horse, which gallops like a meteor.

Kill one person in every ten steps, and leave no trace in a thousand miles; when the task is completed, leave without a trace, hiding your achievements and fame.

Every line of calligraphy, every character, even every horizontal and vertical stroke, every stroke in the characters, all implicitly and implicitly reveal a hint of unparalleled sword intent.

If someone with superb martial arts skills saw the 120 words on this stone wall, he would probably be astonished and filled with awe and respect.

Because in this poem, every ten words represent a different set of sword techniques; one hundred and twenty words represent twelve different sets of sword techniques.

These sword techniques are either smooth and graceful, or as heavy as a mountain, or as strong as a halberd, or as gentle as water, or as sharp and complex, or as heavy as the earth.
Each set of sword techniques is a top-notch martial art in the world, encompassing all sword techniques and sword intentions of different natures, such as yin and yang, hardness and softness, exquisiteness, complexity, lightness, and heaviness.

Of course, to other warriors, these are all inscriptions of superior swordsmanship, but Xu Xingchen just casually did some graffiti to decorate his cave and make it look somewhat elegant.

(End of this chapter)