Traveling from the world of martial arts

Chapter 7 Four Years
"It's time to leave. I also need to find a quiet place to learn about my own swordsmanship and future path."

"Senior, if you want to find a place to live in seclusion, I know a place. There is a mountain forest outside Xiangyang. There is a kind of Pusi song snake, and its gallbladder can increase the power of the body and enhance the strength of the body."

Dugu Qiubai looked at Deng Xiao with deeper eyes, and Deng Xiao also knew that he was acting too abnormally.

However, he believed in Dugu Qiubai's character, and would never do anything to him.

But the facts proved that Dugu Qiubai did not investigate why Deng Xiao knew so much.

"Little friend, I don't know your name yet."

"My surname is Wang and my given name is Chongyang."

Deng Xiao said the name of this world, and at the same time he felt a little happy in his heart, thinking that Dugu Qiubai might want to accept himself as an apprentice.

"I see that the inner strength you cultivate is very ordinary. I have a book of inner strength and mental methods here, and I will leave it to you!"

After taking out a book from his arms and throwing it to Deng Xiao, Dugu Qiubai jumped up and landed on the big eagle flying in mid-air.

"You are not suitable for practicing swordsmanship, so I will not teach you swordsmanship. Little friend, I hope we will meet again. At that time, I hope you can give me a surprise."

The voice gradually faded away, only the next handsome figure from behind.

"I'm also practicing basic internal strength. It's enough to break the void, but it's not enough to break the void. After I improve my swordsmanship, I'll collect some exercises and create my own!"

With such thoughts in mind, Dugu Qiubai became more and more excited. He hadn't felt this kind of enthusiasm for a long time.

"You think it's not suitable, but I think it's very suitable! I don't want anything else, just give me the "Nine Swords of Dugu" you created when you were young."

Deng Xiao felt pain in his heart. A teacher who was number one in the world ran away like this, and it was a big loss.

"By the way, exercises!"

Deng Xiao wanted to activate Dugu Qiubai's exercise, but was interrupted by Ah Hu's voice.

"Master, it's getting late."

"Oops!"

Deng Xiao was shocked, and hurried home with Ah Hu.

"By the way. Ah Hu, don't tell anyone what happened just now." On the way back, Deng Xiao ordered.

"I know, master."

Because it was too late to go back, Deng Xiao and Deng Xiao could not avoid being scolded.

"Father, mother, such a thing will never happen in the future."

After some reassurance, the matter finally subsided.

In the following days, Deng Xiao studied martial arts while attending a private school, and four years passed like this.

Many people gathered outside the academy beside Xianyang City, and they were all waiting for their relatives.

With the sound of a gong, a famous boy walked out of the academy.

Four years have passed, and the child has become a handsome young man.

Coming out of the academy, Deng Xiao immediately saw the tall, dark-skinned Ahu in the crowd who stood like a pole.

"Master, how is it?"

"How about what?"

"Young master, how did you do in the exam?"

"What test?"

"That's right."

Laughing, Deng Xiao didn't tease him any more when he saw Ah Hu who became embarrassed after just two sentences.

"Don't worry! You still don't believe me, your young master. The fame of a scholar is guaranteed! Let's go to the pharmacy and tell my father."

In the world of martial arts, Deng Xiao didn't want to study literature.

If it is ordinary ancient times, there is no problem in learning literature.But there is something wrong with his head when studying literature in the world of martial arts. The most important thing is that he can return to the main world.

But after all, this is the meaning of the parents in this world, and he has no way to refute it.

After all, in ancient times, scholars, farmers, businessmen, although their families had small property, their status was not high.

Regarding their point of view, Deng Xiao didn't want to refute it. The Northern Song Dynasty was only a few years away. Anyway, he would not continue the exam by then.

And even if he takes the exam, he may not be able to succeed.

Ten years of hard study is not a joke, he may not be able to compare with these ancient scholars.

Just when Deng Xiao was thinking about what to say about avoiding studying in the future, he sensed someone in front of him and stopped immediately.

There are two people in front, one old and one young, the old one is wearing Taoist robes, with white hair and childlike face, aged seventy or eighty.The few wear Confucian robes, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

The eyes of both of them fell on Deng Xiao, which is why Deng Xiao stopped. The target of the other two must be themselves.

But he was a little puzzled, he didn't remember his sin against the Taoist priest.Don't talk about priests, even ordinary martial arts people shouldn't have them.

In the past few years, he has been busy practicing martial arts.

"It's weird, it's weird, how can fate change drastically! Although my Daoist lineage will also be revived, but love and death are gone. How can people not have death! This is impossible!"

The old Taoist stared at Deng Xiao, muttering to himself.

"Little brother, my master is old and confused, don't worry about it." The young man next to the old Taoist said, pulling the old man's sleeve to leave.

Deng Xiao looked around and found that the young man was wearing a Confucian robe casually, coupled with his unrestrained speech, he was obviously a dissolute person.I just don't know, since the other party calls the old Taoist priest a master, why is he not wearing a Taoist robe.

"Let me see again!"

The old Taoist pinched the knife in his hand, no matter how much the young man pulled it, he still didn't move.

This phenomenon made Deng Xiao's pupils shrunk, the old man in front of him was actually a master, and he didn't realize it at all!

After four years of continuous cultivation, he has already reached the first-class state.

Just when Deng Xiao was vigilant, the old Taoist suddenly let out a muffled snort, spat out a mouthful of blood, and immediately sank down.

This sudden abnormality startled Deng Xiao and the three of them.

"Master, don't die! You haven't told me where your Taoist temple is. It's not too late to die after you inherit the Taoist temple to me! Master, have you heard this?"

The young man pulled the old Taoist priest with a look of urgency.

"Rebel, I can't die yet!" A weak voice came from the mouth of the old Taoist priest.

"Oh, that's a pity."

Deng Xiao watched the boy's performance with great interest. Although the words just now were very ruthless, Deng Xiao could see the concern in the boy's eyes.The reason for saying that can only show that the other party has a poisonous mouth.

Taking a deep look at Deng Xiao, the old Taoist asked the young man to help him leave.

"Teacher, you must never provoke that boy in the future!" The old man suddenly ordered.

"Why is this?"

"You remember, don't ask too much."

The young man curled his lips, a little indifferent, but he didn't refute, and asked instead: "Master, where are we going next?"

"Go back to Erxian Mountain and practice Taoism. You also get to know your senior brother Gongsun Sheng. After breaking the robbery, your senior brother's strength will go further. You can't fall behind too much in the future."

"Cultivation? I want to practice martial arts more!"

"Traitor, practicing martial arts is for inferiority!"

"Then have you beaten any top players in the Jianghu?"

"I am a rebel, how can a cultivator be competitive. I must straighten your mind."

(End of this chapter)