You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

"My name is Cave Moon Immortal, and my name is Saturday."

"My name is Saturday, and I am practicing on Cuiwei Mountain. I am called Dongyue Immortal."

"Yes, I have plans to set up a small training institution recently... No, it should be called a school, which specializes in cultivating children of cultivation. What, your child has already established a foundation? Then forget it, I will only accept those who have not established a foundation."

Since he fell on the snow-capped mountains that day, he started his great career of teaching and educating people on Saturday. As the saying goes, you can’t just put eggs in one basket. Hundreds of years were wasted.

In order to increase the chances of success, Saturday decided to recruit a group of gifted children as apprentices.

So, on Saturday, I started my busy life of walking around the streets looking for apprentices.

As an immortal, Saturday's eyesight is still very good. Just by looking twice, you can know whether the child is suitable for cultivation, and by touching it twice, you can know how his roots are. Looking at Tianshi is useless for Saturday. In the imaginary world, there are many stories of waste wood counterattacks, such as Feng Zixuan, and the five spirit roots can also shatter the void.

I haven't read any cultivation novels on Saturday, so most of them are based on "Urban Cultivation: The Waste of Cultivation".

After walking around for a period of time, I selected 10 children on Saturday. These 10 children are all very good, and their parents are willing to send them out to practice. I made an appointment with them on Saturday to meet at the top of Cuiwei Mountain on March [-]rd. So he hurried back to build his Dongyue thatched cottage.

On the day when we agreed to meet, only 10 of the 2 children came...

On Saturday, a large area was cleared up, and stone materials were transported up the mountain from the bottom of the mountain, and a beautiful small building was carved out. There is a wide yard in front of the small building, facing the beautiful Tibetan Swallow Valley.

There are 10 small beds, each covered with a beautiful brocade quilt, and there are small gadgets bought in the market hanging on the head of the bed, such as thousand paper cranes, mohura, and rattles. No, so I prepared more with all my heart, for fear of ill-treating the children who followed him up the mountain to practice hard.

As a result, only 2 children came, so I was a little disappointed on Saturday.

He thought about bringing the two children up first, and after a period of time when the weather was warmer, he went down the mountain to find the new source.

"Apprentices, the apprentice ceremony has been completed, and I will be your master from now on." Saturday pointed to the teacup on the table.

"Master Zhou." The first boy was about twelve or thirteen years old, young and mature, with a good bearing.Both of his parents died, and he grew up in an orphanage.

The boy's surname is Long and his name is Aotian. There are seven moles on the soles of his feet arranged according to the Big Dipper. The corner of his mouth always shows a confident smile.Just listening to it makes me feel that this son will become a great weapon.

"Hmph." The second child was younger, very beautiful, and very arrogant. A pair of big peach eyes stared at Saturday, from head to toe. It seemed that Saturday was not choosing an apprentice, but he was choosing a master. generally.

The second child is called Zhao Ritian, both of his parents died, and he grew up in an orphanage. By the way, he and Long Aotian are still in the same orphanage.On Saturday, I asked the dean if he knew their family history, and the dean said he did not know.

"Then why are their names so... sharp?" Saturday couldn't help asking.

"Master Daoist, to be honest, the orphanage has a set of naming methods. Their generation ends with the word Tian, ​​including Long Aotian, Zhao Ritian, Sun Qitian, Wang Batian..."

"It's a really unique way of naming things."

"Assignment and acceptance."

Thinking of the strange smile of the old man who was the dean of the orphanage, I felt uncomfortable on Saturday. For some reason, I always felt that the old man seemed to know everything.

Although Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian came from the same orphanage, they seemed to be strangers.

At the beginning of Saturday, I felt nothing. It was like a kindergarten. There were also familiar children and unfamiliar children. It was okay to treat each other as atmosphere. As long as we ate, slept and practiced together every day, we would soon become acquainted.

However, his illusion of beautiful harmony was shattered.

The differences between Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian were put on the surface almost from the first day of practice.

Before building the foundation, the two had to practice basic physical skills, that is to say, starting from the most basic running and Zama step.

"Shoulders flat, heels apart."

In the martial arts arena—that is, the open space in front of the small building—Saturday corrected while observing the movements of the two.

Just when he turned around slightly on Saturday and looked away from the two of them, Zhao Ritian hooked Long Aotian's right foot with an extremely fast kick speed, and with a force, Long Aotian lost his balance and sat on his buttocks. on the ground.

Looking back on Saturday, seeing Long Aotian sitting on the ground, he thought he couldn't stand up anymore, and said: "Practice should be done step by step, if you are tired, take a rest."

Long Aotian said: "Master, he kicked me."

Zhao Ritian said: "It's not a kick, it's a stumbling leg passed down from our Zhao family's ancestors."

Long Aotian looked at Saturday with aggrieved expression.

Saturday:"……"

On Saturday, he coughed twice: "It's just you two apprentices as a teacher. You should get along well. Since you are brothers in the same school, you should help each other and love each other—come, Ritian, and apologize to your brother." Zhao Ritian raised his head: "Hmph."

He was a little crazy on Saturday, he wouldn't know how to take care of children, he really couldn't do the job of the primary school head teacher!

"Zhao Ritian! You don't listen to Master's words anymore?!" Saturday raised his voice.

Zhao Ritian raised his head in another direction: "Huh."

"Zhao Ritian! Apologize quickly!" Saturday said angrily, "It's nothing to make a small trip behind your back. If you have the ability, you should practice hard. It's the ability to beat your senior brother in a head-to-head fight."

Zhao Ritian's chin almost went up to the sky. Although he is young, he has a lot of thoughts: "Soldiers are not tired of deceit, and Long Aotian falls down with a hook, which shows that his foot is not stable and is not suitable for cultivation. I suggest that Master should not be with him You are wasting time on yourself, instead of teaching him, you might as well concentrate on teaching me one."

Huacha, today's kids are really amazing.Saturday secretly thought, he glanced at Long Aotian, and found that Long Aotian was not only not angry, but also very calm, folded his arms, looked at Zhao Ritian with a smile, like looking at a evil pen.

Long Aotian is not angry, but he has to stand up on Saturday, the rules cannot be established, and it will be even more difficult to manage children in the future.

On Saturday, he saw a small stone on the ground, about the size of a thumb joint. With a flash of spiritual thought, he put his spiritual consciousness outside his body, driving the small stone "biu" into the air, and "slapped" Zhao Ritian's knee.

Zhao Ritian knelt down in front of Long Aotian's feet.

"What, what's going on here?" Zhao Ritian turned pale with shock, and hugged his left leg with both hands.

"This is the art of imperial things." Saturday laughed.

Zhao Ritian bit his lip. His already good-looking face became even more beautiful because of his sulking. Most people can't help but forgive him when they see it. It is probably because of this natural advantage that he is domineering and aggressive in the orphanage.

But Saturday is well-informed after all, and Lao Chen from elementary school can be forgotten by him. It can be said that he is naturally immune to good-looking people.

"If you made a mistake, you have to apologize. If you don't want to learn, it's okay. If you go down the mountain now, you will be expelled from the teacher." Saturday said.

Zhao Ritian held back for a long time, then said angrily, "I was wrong."

Seeing him angry and unable to express his discomfort on Saturday, I just wanted to laugh, but there was a cold look on my face: "What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't sneak attack Long Aotian."

"Brother Long." On Saturday, he decided to strike while the iron was hot and correct the address.

"Senior Brother Long, Long." Zhao Ritian gritted his teeth, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

"Okay, Aotian, do you accept his apology?" Saturday looked at the boy on the other side.

"Senior brother's childish nature, there is no malice at all, senior brother should understand." Long Aotian smiled lightly.

On Saturday, I couldn't help but have a good impression of Long Aotian, this kid has a good bearing.

"Okay, let's continue practicing."

In the evening, it began to rain in the mountains.

On the first day of practice, both Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian were exhausted and went to bed early.

But he couldn't sleep on Saturday. He sat on the bed with his knees tucked up, watching the wooden panes vibrate by the heavy rain.

I don't know which world Chen Ke is in, what he is doing now, whether the mission is good or not, do you... miss him?

However, Chen Ke has always been smart, and will always use the most ingenious methods to quickly solve problems. In terms of completing tasks, he is not worried about him on Saturday.

But... It's very lonely to stay alone in an empty bed, obviously we have been together all this time, but now we are separated.

It would be great if Chen Ke was also in this world.

However, he intentionally spread his real name on Saturday, but did not get any response from Chen Ke. If Chen Ke heard his name, he would try his best to find him.

"Chachacha"!

"Squeak - creak"!

On Saturday, he vaguely heard the door knocking. At first he thought it was a hallucination, but when he listened carefully, the crackling rain seemed to cover up the strange sound of scratching the door.

In this deep mountain and old forest, in the middle of the night, and with such heavy rain, what could be scratching at the door?

There was a chill on the back of Saturday, and a lot of ghost movies suddenly appeared in his mind. He hated watching ghost movies the most, but there were some bedside activities of "watching ghost movies together" in the university dormitory, and Saturday was one of them. The pole stood straightest with no expression on his face, but in fact he was the most frightened.

"I didn't hear it, I didn't hear it, I didn't hear it." Saturday silently read.

After reading for a while, the sound of scratching the door not only did not disappear, but also added the sound of "boom, boom". My whole body was stiff.

"Wait." It suddenly occurred to him that he is a loose immortal, the kind who returns to the void after crossing the catastrophe, and can use his spiritual sense to shake away the monsters without going out.

Yes, just do it.

On Saturday, he released his consciousness and carefully penetrated the door panel. He was about to see the "monster" outside the door, and he couldn't help feeling nervous.

--Nothing at all.

There is only a cloud of rain, and looking further away, it is an empty martial arts arena.

"Meow……"

A heartbreaking little pitiful cry came faintly from below, Saturday's consciousness immediately looked down, and saw a little thing covered in muddy water and its hairs were clumps, was using The little body banged on the door desperately.

Immediately on Saturday, he jumped off the bed, opened the door a crack, and the torrential rain hit him all over his face. He didn't care to block it, and reached out to grab the crooked little thing on the ground into his arms.

The kitten, which was only the size of a shoe, sneezed sleepily, and found a comfortable place on Saturday's chest, pawed, buried its head, and curled up into a ball.