No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 38 Money Sword

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, are you there?"

Outside Jian Wuya's small courtyard, Yi Fan jumped up and down anxiously.

"Squeak!"

Jian Wuya pushed open the wooden door that was about to fall apart, looked at Yi Fan in surprise, and said in doubt, "You are, junior brother?"

"Yes, I am Yi Fan!"

"Why are you bald?"

"Uh, this is not the point!" Old Yi Fan blushed and changed the subject: "Senior Brother, please help me. Master is so angry that I can't find him!"

"Who? Master is lost?"

Jian Wuya was a little unbelievable. He was watching his iPad just now, which contained famous film and television dramas such as Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, Romeo and Juliet, The Legend of the White Snake, Junior Sister Knocked on My Door in the Middle of the Night, etc. He was very addicted.

This was a special apprenticeship gift given to him by his most proud female apprentice, Zou Zhiruo.

It's so beautiful, so touching!

Jian Wuya was born in the mountains since he was a child. Apart from practicing, he just stood on the top of the back mountain and faced the east, west, north and south winds to enlightenment. Where had he seen this before?
If it hadn't been for the sudden earthquake just now, the IPAD fell to the ground, and Yi Fan yelled again, Jian Wuya planned to keep watching the drama until the battery ran out.

"Little brother, you worry too much. The master will definitely be fine, but you, how far have you practiced the Tiangang step? It will be the end of the year soon, and the master asked me to teach you the magic sword technique."

Jian Wuya sent Yi Fan away in a hurry. This deep mountain and old forest can't be charged.

"Eldest brother, I made a mistake, I may have lost my temper, Master, I, I don't know what to do!"

Yi Fan waved his hands repeatedly and explained in a dancing manner.

"Don't worry, even if you kick him, the master won't be angry with you. Come on, take the sword, and if you realize one and a half moves before the end of the year, then you will be the strongest!"

Jian Wuya casually unwrapped the long sword wrapped in layers on his back and threw it to Yi Fan, and went into the courtyard without looking back to continue chasing the drama.

"Eldest brother, I, this, master him?"

"Hey, forget it, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and there must be a senior brother if there is a road!"

"You are right to listen to Senior Brother."

Slowly rubbing the coarse cloth that wrapped the long sword, Yi Fan's heart suddenly became hot.

Sword, this is Jian, peerless sword fairy, here I come!
The Peony City Hotel in Los Angeles is the largest, most luxurious and distinguished five-star hotel in Los Angeles. It usually receives heavyweights, and idlers cannot stay even if they have money.

On this day, a group of foreigners came to the hotel.

This group of foreigners was extremely dark, and each of them had a strong figure. They looked arrogantly at the courteous hotel staff around them.

"Oh, my dear Borman, you see how pitiful this group of inferior races are, serving us as gods."

"Rodney, you're right. They're not as strong as us physically, and they're not as intelligent as us. That's why they deliberately please us. I beg for our mercy. I hope they don't lose too badly in this exchange match!"

"Hahaha, you are so humorous."

The two foreigners laughed out loud without any scruples, but the staff around them were ashen-faced and secretly clenched their fists.

"Shut up, you two idiots, children in this country can speak English, if you cause trouble for me, I will sacrifice you first."

Behind him a tall man wearing a one-piece hooded sportswear yelled in a low voice.

The expressions of the two of them changed, they didn't dare to say anything more, and they followed the hotel security guard all the way.

In the presidential suite, a pretty waiter looked angry and turned to leave after opening the door.

"Stop, go, pour me three glasses of water!"

"sorry, we do not have that!"

"What did you say?"

Rodney was startled and angry.

Not to mention their special identities, they are here on behalf of the exchange delegation from the two countries. How dare you, a mere hotel waiter, speak to them like that?

Polman also had an angry expression on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but then looked fearfully at the hooded man beside him who closed his eyes and rested. He didn't say anything.

"Rodney, my lord is here, pay attention!"

Rodney was furious and was about to get angry. When he heard this, he immediately turned off the engine and snorted: "Go get me a bottle of red wine."

"Sorry, neither!"

"Waiter, you have successfully angered me. Now, kneel down and apologize, and I can reserve the right to complain to you!"

In the past, no matter which country, as long as Rodney complained, the waiter would never be seen the next day. How generous the salary and remuneration in a five-star hotel was. Rodney knew very well that this was the weakness of this kind of people, so he still occupied the I got a lot of money from the waiters.

"You're thinking about farting?"

"what?"

"Rodney, get down!"

Polman suppressed his anger and got up slowly, glared at the waiter and said: "Weak people, you are doomed to end miserable if you dance on the tip of a knife. Now kneel down and kowtow, not only will I not complain to you, but the 1 yuan will also your!"

Rodney also shook his head and tail and said: "See clearly, this is foreign currency, with an exchange rate of [-]:[-], you can't earn so much in a year, take the money and come to me at night, if I, no, yes If you are satisfied, I will give you another ten thousand, hehe!"

Rodney looked at the waiter up and down with extremely wanton eyes.

Not to mention, it looks delicate and cute, completely different from those rough and bold big ocean horses in the west.

"You didn't wake up, did you think it was 100 years ago?"

"Oh!"

The waiter slammed the door.

"Ah, I'm going to kill her!"

Rodney became furious, picked up the ashtray and was about to chase him out.

"sit down!"

Even the man in the hood got up slowly, and his sportswear changed into a black robe in a strange way. The two green dots in the hood made the two of them back again and again, fearful.

"I originally wanted to keep a low profile and didn't want to offend those exorcist Taoist priests in China, but I didn't expect that an ordinary waiter would dare to offend me. Well, I'll start with you and sacrifice you to the devil as one of the vanguards of that big event. "

"Cuihua, you are fired!"

Late at night, in the rental house, Cuihua was sleeping soundly, when a black vortex suddenly appeared on the wall beside the bed, a huge ghost claw reached out to grab it, and Cuihua was caught in it before she could react.

Shangqingguan, the top of the back mountain.

Yi Fan carefully unwrapped the coarse cloth that wrapped the long sword. His tender appearance was very similar to how he tried to untie Cuihua's old padded jacket in the corn field in the village. Unfortunately, in the end Cuihua's father raised Wangcai really well. Zanwei followed, not only ruining Yi Fan's good deeds, but also chasing him up and down, almost without losing his life.

"Cuihua, no, big sword, here I come!"

"brush!"

Pulling away the long cloth suddenly, Yi Fan closed his eyes tightly and held up the long sword, feeling a little rough and pulling his hand.

Not right.

In his mind, the elder brother's sword that never leaves his body should be able to blind his eyes the moment he was born, the precious light soars to the sky, and ten thousand swords worship.

Why so quiet?

Oh, yes, there may be a scabbard, and I forgot to draw the sword.

Pull it hard, but it doesn't move.

"Huh? You can't pull it!"

Excitedly and cautiously opened a gap, the sword seemed to have a touch of golden yellow in the trance, and opened it wider, copper coins?

Yi Fan's eyes widened, and what caught his eyes was a three-foot-three-long money sword.

This sword looks very old, and it is full of rust, and there is a bit of slag when it is buckled hard.

I just said that it is so sticky, it turned out to be rust.

But why does a peerless sword fairy like Eldest Brother carry such a broken sword on his back?

"Oh, I get it!"

The sharp edge of the sword comes out of sharpening!
Eldest brother is telling me that if you want to become a peerless sword fairy, you have to polish it carefully, practice the sword with your heart, get rid of all the exaggeration like this rusty iron sword. The sword is magnificent.

Big brother really took great pains.

(End of this chapter)