technical type

The young man was dumbfounded again. He was not an ordinary disciple who lived in the village at the foot of the mountain. This time it could be said that it was a rare job he asked for. He just wanted to have a chance to go down the mountain to have a look, but he didn't expect that the mountain was not so good.

A word from a child makes adults feel awkward too.

"Everything will be fine in the future." He said, stroking Ji Mo's head.

This warm touch made Ji Mo's eyes sore, and he said in a low voice, "You are like my mother, if she is here, she must be so gentle."

"..."

He didn't know if he was gentle or not. It was true that he wanted to slap the hand that was caressing the child's head. How could he look like a woman? !I think you're scolding me, but I have no proof.

The hand went down, pulled the clothes on the back, lifted Ji Mo, and hugged him in his arms. The young man who was like a tortoise with a big burden on his back picked up speed, like a bird entering the forest, and ran quickly up the mountain.

The Xuanwu Sect's sect is located on the cliff, majestic and towering, just existing, it seems to be a supernatural work, not to mention that its area is not small, divided into several areas, it is like a fairy palace in the sky, complete with everything.

The martial arts arena is located above the sea of ​​clouds. Looking from the railing, you can see the long white clouds like a white ocean. When the sun rises, it will be smudged by the red sun, like the flood of the red sea, and even more shining gold, turning into sparkling waves. Embellished with very colorful.

As a sect of Jianghu, Xuanwuzong has the meaning of being aloof from the world to some extent. It may be that the sect is located far away from the center of disputes, so it can be quiet on the edge and obtain a side of peace.

There are always five elders in the sect, but one of the five elders, that is, Elder Ji, is more like a superfluous existence. He is neither responsible for the specific affairs of teaching disciples, nor for managing chores within the sect, nor for external affairs. There are no disciples under the sect, and there are only two handymen in charge of daily affairs.

For example, the young man, who is considered the son of the elder of the sect, grew up on the mountain since he was a child. He doesn't know what this elder Ji does. The elders are here.

Among the sects, there was the least information about this elder. This time it was rare to see Elder Ji hanging out a task, and the young man took it before others without even thinking about it, and only later did he see what the specific task was.

"I picked you up and handed it over to Elder Ji. I'm going to the mission hall to hand in the mission."

The young man was walking in the mountains with Ji Mo in his arms, and when he met his disciple, he would nod to him, but he didn't stay long.

"Do you need me to give you a good review?"

Ji Mo asked casually.

"Praise?" The young man was surprised, quickly understood the meaning, and said with a smile, "Even if you want to give it, it's not your turn, but I guess Elder Ji's temper..."

"—he probably can't give you a good review."

Ji Mo understood what the other party meant when he shook his head slightly and didn't continue. He had a memory from birth. Even if the baby's eyesight was not good, his hearing was not damaged. He still remembered that it should be his father's man. What do you say when you hand it over to someone else?

"...When he is four years old, I will send someone to pick him up."

A cold and indifferent sentence, if you say an order, it seems to be less coercive, but if you say a request, it is definitely not. , will be even more unhappy with this attitude.

Ji Mo has grown up with his uncle and aunt until now, if the "badness" he has suffered is three parts natural, others will definitely not be able to treat other people's children like their own children, even if that other person is a relative.Of the remaining seven points, Elder Ji's attitude also accounts for two points. If others don't owe you anything, why should they help you raise your son?

For the remaining five points, Ji Mo can only say that his performance is not good.

Xu Shi awakened the childhood shadows that were too unpleasant, and the needle pointed to Maimang. Ever since Ji Mo could speak, he has not stopped fighting for the benefits he should have received.

To be honest, this means that the uncle and aunt have a good heart, and they didn't really have a hard time trying to plot against him as a child. It's time to accept the "society" beating.

Well, I'm afraid there is Elder Ji's deterrence in it. They dare not really do anything to Elder Ji's son. That sense of distance is also the advantage of Ji Mo's repeated victories.

The fox has been pretending to be the tiger for several years, and it's time to see a real tiger. Ji Mo is not afraid, but he is a little uncertain about the temperament of this elder Ji, and how to win the other party's love. He has no family affection cultivated since childhood, and he can only rely on his blood. It didn't crawl out of Elder Ji's stomach, and didn't let the other party experience the pain of pregnancy, so how much natural love is there?

"Well, I think so too."

The young man said this, and when he saw Ji Mo's ugly little appearance, he really thought the kid was a little cute, and before sending him to Elder Ji's yard, he said, "Come to me if you need something. "

"Okay, what's your name, how did I find you?"

Ji Mo hits snakes with sticks, and it is rare for someone to develop a good impression of him through appearances. Of course, he must strike while the iron is hot to maintain this relationship.

When the young man heard the words, his eyes flashed, and he handed Ji Mo to the handyman in the yard and said, "You are so smart, you will definitely find me, I will wait for you!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ji Mo's reaction, he flew out first. That posture, like a wild goose spreading its wings, is still very beautiful, and the distance is also far away, so it must be impossible to catch it.

"What's the use of running?" Ji Mo looked at his back, shook his head slightly, and looked back at the handyman, who had already taken the big burden on his back, "Which senior brother is he?"

The handyman had already heard what the young man said, but facing Ji Mo, the only son of Elder Ji, he hesitated for a moment and said, "This is Elder Ma's second son, Senior Brother Ma Xuefeng."

"Oh, Senior Brother Ma!"

Ji Mo nodded, didn't say anything, and followed the handyman into the yard.

In the house, Elder Ji, who seemed to have been waiting for a long time, opened the door and sat in the hall. He saw Ji Mo walking over at a glance, and he was not in a hurry to show his closeness. There was not much joy on his slender face. , approached, and then waved the handyman to step back.

The handyman put the big burden on the chair beside him, and stepped back respectfully.

From the corner of his eyes, Ji Mo saw that there was some bad premonition.

"You are four years old, it's time to learn martial arts, and you just go to the martial arts hall to learn."

Elder Ji directly talked about his arrangement, and at the same time pulled Ji Mo, touched his body, he should have touched the bones, his hands are very strong, and when he pinches certain places, he feels a little pain. I can also bear it.

"Do I want to live there?"

Ji Mo frowned slightly. If he couldn't get close to the water, close the distance with Elder Ji, and cultivate some father-son relationship, so that he could be a teacher in the future, I am afraid that the identity of Elder Ji's son alone would not be enough for him to become a guardian in the future.

Daoist, as the name suggests, should be a person who protects the way. In some novels, it is roughly the companion of the core disciples when they go out to practice. It can be on the surface or in the dark, depending on the novel. What kind of worldview.

Uh, these can't be applied, but they can be used as a reference. In this world where internal skills may exist, guardians may have similar uses.

This...skill, it should be considered a skill, how to put it, it is a bit bland, it should be that the martial arts is high enough to be a guardian.

Judging from the fact that Elder Ji seldom appears in front of people, this position is still the so-called raising soldiers for a thousand days and a short time?The one that isn't often used?

It's like an insurance, with him at ease, without him, it doesn't seem to affect the daily affairs.

The technical content of it...

Ji Mo's little brows frowned even tighter, maybe he didn't understand enough.

"You can live, but you can't live."

Elder Ji seemed to have sensed from his words that he didn't want to live there, so he made a living statement.

"Then I'll live with you, and I won't live with anyone else."

Ji Mo asked directly, like a child being self-willed, and the faint discord brought about by this self-willedness made Elder Ji also frown.

In the end, he only said, "As you wish."

With his consent, the handyman came in to pack Ji Mo's luggage, and moved his big baggage to a room that had just been cleaned, which was two rooms away from the room where Elder Ji was. It wasn't the handyman's intention. The separation is the two rooms, one is Elder Ji's study, and the other is where Elder Ji's weapons are stored. There is no bed, so it is not suitable for sleeping.

Seeing this, Ji Mo didn't have anything to choose. He nodded slightly as he watched the quilts being laid out.

Before he could make any more demands on this room, he was led by the servants and sent to the Martial Arts Hall.

The distance between Yanwu Hall and the courtyard named Anshiju where Elder Ji lives——"Does Yanwu Hall come here every day?"

Ji Mo asked the handyman directly.

The handyman is a young man. Most of the handyman like them are not talented in martial arts, not worthy of being trained by the sect, and young people who are unwilling to go down the mountain. They only have a look of envy for the martial arts hall. Hearing Ji Mo ask , said with a bit of sourness: "Naturally, every day."

Ji Mo gritted his teeth. With such a long distance, he regretted living with Elder Ji.

Unfortunately, it was impossible for him to say this.

What, sorry?No, it is impossible for anyone to regret it because he regrets it!

Ji Mo shook his short legs resolutely, and stepped into the gate of the Martial Arts Hall. If the threshold of the gate was a little higher, he would be stuck and unable to enter.

Good thing...

"Is this Elder Ji's son?"

Someone asked like this, the sound was like a loud bell, and without waiting for Ji Mo's reaction, his big hands descended from the sky, and he lifted Ji Mo into the gate with his collar in his hands. Ji Mo's hands were untouched, and he looked up at the man after he landed. He had a figure like a hill, and he was very tall Strong and strong, the handyman greeted him and called him "Elder Hong."

Senior Brother Ma once mentioned that the Martial Arts Hall was run by an elder, and it seemed to be this one, who just happened to be out and came back, so he brought himself in. Thinking about it, Ji Mo crossed his hands and saluted, and said crisply: "Hong Elder."