The task object always does not follow the routine [Quick Pass]

Chapter 4 collected four small waste materials

Seeing that Mu Rong was so serious, Bai Jin couldn't help but get serious, thinking carefully.

Master is right, he is so old, he should have a goal to move forward, but he really can't learn swords well!But reading is even more of a headache, it is better to practice swords.

Thinking about it, he thought of the scene last night.

That sense of powerlessness and panic still scares him to this day.

"I choose to practice swords, master, I want to learn martial arts well." I want to hug you.

Murong sighed inaudibly, well, really can only be trapped in the muddy waters of the rivers and lakes.Forget it, anyway, if he entered the court, with his brain, he would be counted to death. It would be much easier to use brute force.

"Since this is the case, no matter how hard it is to practice swords in the future, you are not allowed to cry again."

"I know Master, I won't cry anymore!" Bai Jin vowed, but Murong didn't believe it at all. If he can hold back his tears, the sky can hold back the rain.

But afterwards, Bai Jin really made Murong look at him with admiration. With a goal, he was full of drive, no matter how hard it was, he persevered through it, which made him very relieved.

Cold comes and summer goes, and five years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Bai Jin is now a handsome young man of fifteen, tall and strong.

At this time, with a tense bun face, he was waving a wooden sword, confronting Mu Rong who was dressed in a green shirt and dressed as a scholar.

The sword was on the verge of firing, Mu Rong moved a small step, and Bai Jin started to move, playing tricks with the wooden sword, stabbing straight at Murong's face.

Murong was persistent on the branches, and slowly resolved his tricks one by one.

"The sword is too slow. Crack!"

"Too many useless tricks. Pop!"

"Weak arm. Crack!"

As the last point, Mu Rong's sword was already on Bai Jin's neck.

Looking down at him from above, there was a hint of disappointment on that stern face.

Ten years have passed, and he still looks like this weak chicken.

"Bai Jin, where have you learned all these years? You make these basic mistakes again and again!"

"Kneel down and reflect on yourself, and come to me again at lunch time."

As Murong said, he collected the branches, threw them aside casually, took out a handkerchief and wiped his slender, pale fingers, and then left, leaving Bai Jin kneeling on the spot with an aggrieved face.

It took a long time before Bai Jin threw his sword on the ground angrily, and lay down on a ground of dead leaves.

Five years later, he is still so weak. No matter how hard he tries to improve himself, he always feels powerless as if he can't find a way to do it. His sword energy is not smooth, and his strength is insufficient.

Master must be very disappointed in him!He obviously promised his master that he would practice martial arts well, but now...

Covering his reddened eyes, Bai Jin tried his best to purse his mouth, trying not to let the tears flow down.

Now that he's grown up, he can no longer solve problems by crying.

Murong went back to the study, called 311, checked the progress of the mission, it was still zero.This made him so angry that he smashed a famous vase with his palm.

[what happened?Ten years have passed, and there is no progress at all! 311, are you sure I can complete this task? ]

Thinking of Bai Jin who is still a good-for-nothing so far, Mu Rong has the urge to kill him. Such a useless person, what face does he have to live in the world!

But Bai Jin's hard work was indeed seen in his eyes, so he really couldn't figure it out, he was clearly a martial arts prodigy, why he couldn't support the wall like a lump of mud!

[Ding, host, don't worry, Bai Jin hasn't encountered an opportunity to stimulate his potential yet, so please wait patiently. ]

[This is 15 years old, and you haven't met the right opportunity yet? ] Murong frowned and thought about what this so-called opportunity was, then he heard the housekeeper rushing in from the outside.

"Thank you, my lord, my master, my master has sent you a letter!"

After receiving the butler's letter, Murong opened it immediately, and saw the most important news at a glance. His face finally cleared up, showing a happy smile.

It turned out that the opportunity was here.

In September, Juxian Villa in Wuwei City will hold a five-yearly martial arts conference, which means to re-elect the leader of the martial arts alliance and take over the martial arts alliance.

Wulin League!

He did not forget that the person who caused Bai Jin to go on the road of no return was the young leader of the Wulin League.

Suddenly, with a shudder in his heart, he understood.

If you want Bai Jin to change completely, you still have to start from the turning point of his fate.

Cursing his lips, Murong folded the letter and put it away, and said to the steward who was still waiting: "Order, in the next few days, all disciples of the whole sect should be vigilant. The martial arts conference will be held, can the sky sect Let’s go to fight for a fight, it’s just a few days.”

The housekeeper was overjoyed when he heard the words, the martial arts conference, this is the best time to revitalize the sect!

Nodding repeatedly, the butler was so happy that he waved out like a little lunatic, and soon, all the members of the Sky Sect knew the news that Mu Rong was going to take them to the martial arts conference.

Bai Jin was the last one to know the news, excitedly ran to the study to look for Mu Rong, and saw him talking with several middle-class disciples.

Not daring to disturb, Bai Jin stood at the door and eavesdropped.

"Master Xie, I don't know how many disciples you want to bring to this martial arts conference?"

"There are very few disciples in the Cangqiong Sect, and dragons and phoenixes are even rarer among the people. The three of you are my more optimistic disciples, so you will follow me."

"Aren't you bringing your junior brother?"

Bai Jin listened to Mu Rong's next words nervously while listening outside.

"Ah Jin...he is still too weak, wait until next time!"

Hearing this, Bai Jin's face suddenly turned pale.

Master, are you leaving me?

How could this be!

Master...

Bai Jin clutched his chest tightly, the pain there made it difficult for him to breathe.Looking at Mu Rong with cold brows in the room with flushed eyes, opening and closing his mouth drove him into the abyss of despair.

Tears were about to gush out, but he choked back them.Master is right, crying will not solve any problems at all.

He can't cry, can't cry!

But my heart was so sad, the master would rather take other disciples out than take him.

Master, you are so unfair!

Bai Jin ran away angrily, holding his sword and slashing wildly in the woods where he practiced martial arts, venting his anger.

In the end, he threw away the sword, beat the ground and roared silently: Master, master, why, why...

Tears, finally did not fall a drop.

In the study, the conversation between several people continued.

"But Master Xie, do you want to keep the junior brother in the sect? If the sect master finds out, will he blame you?"

"The sect master said in the letter that everything is up to me. Since that's the case, who I want to take to Wuwei City is my business. Ah Jin is good at everything, but the force is too weak. The martial arts conference is no more than others. It is a matter of life and death. I Don't let him take risks."

"So, I will wait for the three of you, and let the master tell you what to do."

"Okay, then you three get ready as soon as possible. The martial arts conference is coming soon. In order to prevent my sect from being used as a stepping stone by other sects, the guards outside the sect need to strengthen their guard."

"Yes, Master."

After everything was arranged, Murong called 311.

[The turning point of Bai Jin's fate is tonight, I let them make preparations in advance, so it shouldn't disrupt his trajectory, right? ]

[Host, rest assured, your actions did not directly interfere with the target person! ]

That's good, after all, they are all fresh human lives.

Tsk, after ten years of peaceful life, I almost forgot that I was a killer.When did he become so merciful?