I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

On this day, the weather is fine and sunny.

Thousands of Shushan disciples gathered in the square to practice swords.

The leader was Xu Changqing, who was holding a star sword in his hand and wearing a white robe with gold silk.

At this moment, Xu Changqing alone led many disciples to practice Shushan's basic swordsmanship.

Many disciples were practicing the Shushan Sword Art, and the momentum was huge, and their aura was soaring into the sky.

The sound resounded through the seven peaks of Shushan Mountain and the surrounding Baili area.

What a scene of the great sect of the immortal family!

Several younger children were standing outside the square on the top of the mountain watching this scene, their eyes full of little stars.

They are still young, not even ten years old.

According to personal cultivation and sect rules, children under the age of ten are not eligible to practice swords in the square.

He could only watch helplessly as these senior brothers gathered together to practice swords, a scene full of enthusiasm.

These children were brought up to the mountain by Shushan disciples to be trained as the younger generation in the future.

Including Xiao Jiangming also came to the Peak Square today, and watched with these peers the vast scene of Master Xu Changqing leading many Shushan disciples to practice swords.

Thinking of the past few days in Jianzhong, every day is either Zamabu or running.

Yang Chen also forced him to learn to cook and do some chores like sweeping the floor and washing dishes.

Think of this scene in the square.

Looking at it this way, the two can hardly be compared with this place.

Little Jiang Ming also wanted to practice with these disciples.

It is a pity that he is not old enough and has not started to practice.

Several children next to him suddenly came in front of Jiang Ming at this moment.

After looking at each other, they looked at a wooden sword on Jiang Ming's back and said.

"Jiang Ming, look at all Shushan disciples have swords, why is it a wooden sword in your hand?"

"Could it be that your master saw that you were still young, so he deliberately asked my little brother, Mu Jian, to play with you?"

"Or in addition to the wooden sword, it is a broom stick! There is no long sword at all."

"What do you little brats know?"

Little Jiang Ming, holding a wooden sword in his hand, did not show any shyness in front of these kids of the same age.

On the contrary, he said it very frankly.

"My master naturally has deep meaning. He told me that it doesn't matter what kind of sword I hold, as long as it achieves the purpose of cultivation."

"The sword is a foreign object after all, and it really depends on us practitioners."

"When our cultivation reaches a certain level, our fingers alone will be comparable to these so-called magical weapons and swords."

Speaking of Jiang Ming, he also gestured at Shushan swordsmanship.

But when he said these things, how could the other brats understand.

Instead, he thinks that Jiang Ming didn't know which book he picked up something before he bragged in front of them.

A fat boy in the clothes of a disciple.

Seeing Jiang Ming whose expression changed, the boy curled his lips and said.

"Tch, who doesn't know that your master is a handyman! Even you are a small handyman."

"If you can't afford a good one, then you can't afford a good one! You're still bragging about a lot of truths to us here. When did we in Shushan rely on reasoning?"

While talking, the boy also pulled out a dagger about a foot long from behind him.

Pulling out the dagger, the bright light made people dizzy.

"Look at what we have in our hands, it's the low-grade ordinary soldier Qingfeng sword produced by Zheng'er Bajing Artifact Refining Pavilion."

"I'm afraid the wooden sword in your hand will be cut into two pieces if you touch it!"

When talking about this, several children laughed, as if Jiang Ming was like a different kind among them.

"Also, we have already introduced Qi into the body, and we will be able to officially enter the Qi training stage in two days."

"But judging by your appearance, I guess you don't even know what Qi training is!"

"Hey, it's no wonder. After all, the master is just a handyman disciple. How can he teach you if he can't learn well?"

"Don't keep looking at Master Changqing there, do you think he will accept you as an apprentice?"

"In the future, he will honor the lintel and lead many disciples to practice. How can he have time to take care of a brat like you?"

The unscrupulous ridicule of several children made Jiang Ming's expression suddenly change.

As if it hit his heart.

"How do you guys know about my relationship with Uncle Changqing?"

"Besides, you can compare with me with the broken sword in your hands, and it's not your own ability to get it."

"Also, don't make fun of my master."

Jiang Ming's tone gradually became a little angry, and the anger on his immature face stunned the fat boy who was joking before.

Just when he was about to say something, a tall and thin boy stood up.

Immediately, the fat boy got stuck in his throat when he wanted to say something, and all his apprehension receded.

The tall and thin boy said casually to the angry Jiang Ming.

"Hey, among the children of our age, who doesn't know that your master is just a handyman."

"After more than ten years of cultivation, I haven't even become an outer disciple."

"And you are just a wild child picked up by your master. You don't even know who your parents are. How dare you tell us this here?"

"Da Zhuang, Er Fei, let's go, ignore this wild boy Jiang Ming, he has no right to stay in the same place as us."

The tall and thin boy glanced at Jiang Ming with disdain.

Then he walked forward with the fat boy next to him and several other children.

Jiang Ming clenched his fists, and the light in his eyes gradually changed.

"Who do you say is a wild child? And this is Shushan, not your home."

"Apologize to me quickly, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

Hearing this, the tall and thin boy standing in front of Jiang Ming led several others back.

One by one, they walked back with their fists squeezed.

"My master is the elder of the law enforcement hall. I can go wherever I want in the entire Shushan Mountain, and I want you to take care of it."

"You still dare to ask me to apologize, call me, I will take responsibility for what happened."

"Hey, I see."

Several other children said one after another.

In the face of several peers, there is even a tall and thin boy who is taller than himself.

Especially since they have already started to practice the introductory exercises, drawing qi into the body.

Physical fitness and sensitivity have been greatly improved.

But Jiang Ming rushed forward without the slightest fear in his eyes, and fought with them.

You come and go, punching and kicking are very enjoyable.

From time to time, there was the sound of a child being beaten and crying.

Practicing swords with the side, the mighty Shushan disciples presented another special scene.

……

On the other side, Jianzhong Courtyard.

At this moment, Yang Chen, the handyman disciple in the eyes of ordinary disciples, did not do chores.

Instead, he was doing Tai Chi slowly.

Look at his face is very serious.

It just doesn't seem to have the slightest law and momentum.

It is exactly the same as when the 80-[-]-year-old old man in the park is doing Tai Chi.

within five years.

The red ball, which has grown almost one meter high, has also recently bloomed.

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