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

Chapter 39 Yi Fan Down the Mountain
Yi Fan played with it repeatedly for a while, and a lot of rust was removed, and his excitement gradually calmed down. Then he sat cross-legged, holding the long sword in his arms, and fell into the Enlightenment Sword.

A day and a night passed, and Yi Fan remained motionless.

Three days passed, the wind picked up, bitingly cold in December, and he was unconscious.

Seven days passed, it rained, it was sleet, and the snow was mixed with a little bit of cold wind. Even the tigers and bears in the mountains could not resist it. They nested deeply in the warm and humid cave and did not want to go out.

Ke Yifan still didn't move.

On the ninth day, his body trembled slightly, he stood up slowly, walked to the edge of the cliff, lifted up his Taoist robe, and saw a light yellow wind blowing ten feet away.

"Huh, comfortable!"

After relaxing, Yi Fan's mood became even heavier.

Kendo is indeed much more difficult than entry-level footwork.
It's been a full nine days, but I haven't realized a single yarn, but I'm so hungry that I can't stand it.

If Yi Fan hadn't been tempered by fire and thunder, and his vitality and blood were unparalleled, he would have probably starved to death long ago.

"Little brother, let's go down the mountain and eat dumplings!"

"Eldest brother, why are you here?"

"Today is New Year's Day, let's go!"

"But brother, I haven't realized the sword technique yet!"

Jian Wuya turned around, his old face blushed, secretly thinking about chasing the drama, he forgot to teach you formulas and sword moves.

But if I teach you the sword technique now, if the sword technique you realize yourself is better than what I taught you, then I will be shameless, senior brother?
I have made up my mind to throw you a sword this time, without saying anything, and keep holding off until I save enough money to buy him a spiritual stone.

If you can still realize it like this, I will swallow the money sword alive!
"Haste makes waste, what's the matter, let's talk about it after eating!"

Sure enough, look at others, the way of swordsmanship that I have been pursuing so hard is not as good as a plate of dumplings in the eyes of the senior brother.

Senior brother, when will I be able to stand up to your height!

When he was about to reach the bottom of the mountain, Yi Fan glanced at the farmland guiltily, it was only nine days, not only the cucumber fields damaged by him were successfully replanted, even the hill he leveled out with his feet was full of cucumbers, so, he My heart is also much better.

The only fly in the ointment is that the collapsed walls and a side hall that turned into ruins are still shocking and have not been repaired. This scene makes Yi Fan feel guilty. After he comes down from the mountain after completing the secret Taoism, he must find a job and earn more money to help his master. house.

The wind stopped, the rain stopped, but it snowed heavily.

This is the first snow of 2021.

The seven masters and apprentices gathered together and spread out a table on the square of the main hall, two bowls of vinegar dishes, and several large plates of fragrant and steaming dumplings.

The picture is very warm, warm, and artistic. Yi Fan misses home, his parents in the mountains, and the green flowers that lead his home.

Of course, the biting Wangcai does not count!

Master Baimei is a little strange today, his whole head is foggy, as if covered by a layer of water vapor, he can't see his face clearly, eating dumplings with one hand, the other arm is still hanging down, Yi Fan is very curious, but he doesn't know Dare to ask, dare not look too much, secretly guessing that the master is practicing some earth-shattering supreme supernatural power.

"Xiaofan, how long have you been in the mountain?"

Bai Mei spoke, her voice a little hoarse.

"Return to Master, it's been three full months!"

"Okay, after dinner, let your elder brother take you down the mountain, and you take the bus to Los Angeles to participate in the preliminaries of the Daoist Association reserve talent reserve exchange conference!"

"Meeting?"

Yi Fan was puzzled, why would you let me go as a named disciple?Or preliminaries?Games?

Outside the gate of Shangqing Guanshan, six masters and apprentices came to see Yi Fan off.

"Xiaofan, the secular world is not like a mountain gate. People's hearts are complicated. You must keep your Dao heart and don't be disturbed by the world of mortals."

Yi Fan wanted to cry a little, he bowed deeply and said: "Master, don't worry, this disciple will not cause trouble."

Fifth senior brother Bu Wusuan said with a playful smile: "Oh, little junior brother, I have made a fortune for you. This time you go down the mountain, you will be killed. If you are not careful, you will lose your pure yang body!"

Nishang's beautiful eyes were blank, she stepped forward and grabbed Yi Fan's hand and said, "Xiao Fan, don't bother with this old magic stick, senior sister gave you a card, which I won in an MMA competition, although It’s only a few thousand yuan, and you can save a little.”

"No, no, I can't. I'm here to learn art from a teacher. I eat and drink for free. I haven't paid a penny yet. By the way, Master, I have 3 yuan here to build a wall for the teacher's gate." Bar!"

Yi Fan seemed to remember something, took out a bank card and handed it to Bai Mei.

Bai Mei looked at the bank card but did not accept it, feeling mixed feelings in her heart.

Back then, out of greed, he tricked Yi Fan into cultivating immortals, but he didn't expect this guy to soar into the sky.

Nowadays, food and clothing is no longer a problem for the sect, but in order to make the junior brother stronger and have money to practice, the sect should be broken down and save some money to buy spiritual stones for Xiaofan.

"Xiaofan, take the money, you can use it in the world, but let him destroy the damaged side hall. It can also remind you to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and practice diligently. If you don't repair it, the benefits will outweigh the disadvantages. Do you understand?"

Yi Fan's eyes widened, he didn't expect that the Dao was everywhere, and the master's realm was really unattainable.

"Master, the disciple has enlightened!"

At this moment, Yi Fan's whole body seemed to be full of spirituality and wisdom, and he looked so refined, even a bit like Jian Wuya.

The six masters and apprentices looked at each other, but Jian Wuya was the only one who said lightly, "Yi Fan, if you practice the way of the sword, you need to know that sword cultivators would rather bend than bend. Looking forward and looking backward, the elder brother will always stand behind you."

"Big Brother!"

Yi Fan was so moved, it must be because his aptitude is too low, it took him three months to learn the basic footwork, he finally passed on the sword technique, but he did not gain anything from studying for nine days, so the elder brother worried that he would be outside Being bullied, this is why I specifically reminded me to protect myself silently in the dark.

"Okay, Yi Fan, let's go quickly. The mountain road is far away. If you're late, you won't be able to catch the last bus."

Bai Mei waved his hand, Yi Fan knelt down respectfully and kowtowed, got up slowly, took a deep look at the master and all the brothers and sisters, wiped away tears, turned around resolutely, and ran away.

"Xiaofan, come home during the Chinese New Year and remember to come back to the mountain after the new year!"

When the time came, Bai Mei was worried, fearing that the little apprentice against the sky would leave and never return, so he hurriedly yelled.

This yelling doesn't matter, it seems to affect something.

Baimei let out a scream, sat down on the ground, panted heavily, and said, "Wu Ya, hurry, hurry, take out the quick effect from Wei Shi's arms, let, let me eat a bottle!"

In an instant, the mist covering the white eyebrows dissipated, revealing a miserable appearance with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and one missing eyebrow.

Nishang also said anxiously: "No, call an ambulance, old man, can you resist like this!"

"Well, it's okay, let me do the math, Master's longevity is 99, so this little injury is nothing?"

"You fart!" Nishang rolled up his sleeves and flew into a rage: "Master is 99 this year, you old liar, you will take a cross from your aunt!"

"Oh, forgive me, I forgot wrong!"

Bu Wusuan runs away desperately, Nishang frantically pursues him.

Jian Wuya shook his head and sighed softly, helped up the limping white eyebrow and walked back with difficulty.

Ghostly sorrow!
The thick white mist rolled and split into two, revealing the unknown bones scattered on the ground. An ordinary-looking, tall young man in Taoist robe stepped on the bones and stepped out.

"Three months, I, Yi Fan, finally came back!"

(End of this chapter)