We said we would experience life, fairy, how did you become real?.

Chapter 2 From today onwards, I am your master.

In a dead end.

The steamed bun shop owner, panting heavily, leaned on his knees and looked at the little beggar in front of him: "Run! Aren't you good at running? Keep running!"

Knowing she couldn't escape, the little beggar opened the dirty cloth and wolfed down the steamed buns.

Eat one bite at a time.

"You're still eating, huh? I'll break your legs."

The owner of the steamed bun shop strode forward.

The closer he got, the faster the little beggar ate.

Holding a rolling pin, the steamed bun shop owner slammed it down hard on the little beggar's head.

The little beggar closed his eyes tightly and huddled up.

But to the little beggar's surprise, the pain did not come for a long time.

The little beggar opened his eyes and saw a well-dressed older brother holding the big hand of the steamed bun shop owner.

Xiao Mo looked at the trembling, thin beggar in front of him and asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"Who are you? What business is it of yours? She stole my steamed buns! And it's happened several times! I'm going to teach her a lesson!" the steamed bun shop owner said angrily.

Xiao Mo released the shopkeeper's hand and tossed a few pieces of silver into his pocket: "Is this enough?"

The steamed bun shop owner paused for a moment, then quickly nodded, "That's enough, that's enough, that's enough."

"You little brat, you're lucky!" the steamed bun shop owner cursed a few times before leaving the alley.

The little beggar looked at the young man standing in front of him, swallowed hard, and clutched his little hands tightly to his heart.

Xiao Mo crouched down and asked with a smile, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. What's your name?"

"Jiang Qingyi," the girl answered timidly.

"Hmm, it's a good name. Would you like to come with me?"

"Follow you?"

"That's right, I want to take on an apprentice. I think you're pretty good. If you come with me, you can have a full meal every day. What do you think? Want to consider it?"

The girl looked at the remaining half of the bun in her hand, as if she was thinking.

Finally, the girl raised her head and looked at Xiao Mo earnestly: "I...I'll go with you!"

"Okay." Xiao Mo nodded with a smile. "My name is Xiao Mo. From now on, I am your master. Say it to me."

"Master."

"Ah."

After bringing Jiang Qingyi up the mountain, Xiao Mo gave her a disciple's token and women's clothing from the Longquan Sword Sect.

Back on his mountain peak, Xiao Mo told Jiang Qingyi to take a bath and change into clean clothes.

When Jiang Qingyi stood in front of Xiao Mo again, Xiao Mo's eyes lit up.

Before, Jiang Qingyi was like a tomboy, with short hair and covered in mud and dust.

However, after Jiang Qingyi washed herself clean and changed into a dress, she did look somewhat presentable.

Xiao Mo tossed a wooden sword to Jiang Qingyi: "Starting today, you will learn swordsmanship from me. The sword technique I will teach you is called 'The Grass Character Sword Manual.' Swordsmanship requires both the sword manual and the sword moves to be practiced together. During the day, you will practice the sword moves, and at night I will teach you to recognize characters and memorize the sword manual. Do not slack off, do you understand?"

The "Grass Character Sword Manual" is the sword technique practiced by "Xiao Mo's clone," and every move of it has been imprinted in Xiao Mo's mind.

Xiao Mo even wondered if he could cultivate the "Grass Character Sword Technique" in the real world after he left.

Jiang Qingyi hugged the wooden sword tightly: "It's Master."

"Learn from me, first move."

For the next two weeks, Xiao Mo taught Jiang Qingyi swordsmanship every morning at the crack of dawn.

Jiang Qingyi studied very diligently and worked very hard.

However, due to the lack of innate sword bone, Jiang Qingyi learned very slowly, and her aptitude could be described as "poor".

Another half month passed, and Jiang Qingyi still hadn't mastered the first move of the Grass Character Sword Technique. "Master, am I very stupid?"

One day, Jiang Qingyi held the wooden sword and said dejectedly.

"Who said you're stupid?" Xiao Mo sat in the courtyard drinking tea.

Jiang Qingyi quickly shook her head: "No one told the disciple."

Xiao Mo gazed at Jiang Qingyi and said calmly, "Come here."

Jiang Qingyi swallowed hard and slowly walked to her master's side.

"Qingyi, you're not stupid at all," Xiao Mo gently patted Jiang Qingyi's head. "There's a saying that goes, 'Everything is difficult at the beginning.' We're not in a hurry, we'll take it slow. You don't need to think about anything else, just do your own thing, understand?"

"Mmm!" Jiang Qingyi nodded.

With her master's encouragement, the girl regained some confidence.

In the time that followed, Xiao Mo often bought the flesh and blood of spirit beasts for Jiang Qingyi to eat.

Jiang Qingyi's progress is still very slow.

A month and a half had passed, and Jiang Qingyi hadn't even reached the first level of Qi Refining, the threshold of cultivation!

One day, Xiao Mo went down the mountain to buy wine and overheard several outer disciples talking about it:
"Elder Xiao's disciple has no talent at all, and I don't know why Elder Xiao would take her as his disciple."

"It's been a month and a half, and she still doesn't seem to have reached the first level of Qi Refining."

"Damn it, is my talent no better than Jiang Qingyi's? I haven't even become an elder's disciple yet!"

"Hahaha, Xiao Mo always looks down on people. I'd like to see how that girl gets beaten up in the new blood competition of the Longquan Sword Sect a year from now!"

Just as the group was drinking and talking, Xiao Mo walked up to them.

"Fellow Daoist, what's wrong? Is there something you need?" A burly man turned around and asked when he saw Xiao Mo.

"It's nothing, it's just that I'm uncomfortable with how you talked about my disciple."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Mo kicked them in the stomach.

The burly man was thrown ten meters away.

After teaching these people a lesson, Xiao Mo returned to his Lingqian Peak as if nothing had happened.

It was already late at night when Xiao Mo returned to the mountaintop.

Under the moonlight, a young girl was still practicing her sword.

Her movements were so clumsy, yet so earnest.

"Qingyi," Xiao Mo called out the girl's name softly.

"Master." Jiang Qingyi sheathed her wooden sword and jogged towards her master.

"You're still awake?" Xiao Mo patted her head.

"Master, Qingyi can't sleep and wants to practice some more," Jiang Qingyi said softly.

Xiao Mo smiled and said, "It's good to work hard, but you should also pay attention to balancing work and rest."

Jiang Qingyi shook her head vigorously: "It's alright, Master, I'm not tired."

Looking at the girl, Xiao Mo's eyes held a hint of complexity, but he didn't stop her: "Alright, you can practice for another incense stick's time at most, then go to sleep, understand?"

"I understand, Master. You should also get some rest." Jiang Qingyi nodded.

Xiao Mo turned around and walked back to his wooden house.

Watching her master's retreating figure, Jiang Qingyi pursed her lips and tightly gripped the long sword in her hand.

Just as her master was about to enter, Jiang Qingyi called out softly, "Master."

"Hmm?" Xiao Mo turned around.

Under the moonlight, the girl's eyes were like ripples in a clear spring, clear and gentle: "I will definitely not let Master down in the sect's new blood competition!"

Xiao Mo paused for a moment, then smiled and nodded, saying:
"it is good."

(End of this chapter)