Teacher is too tough

Chapter 30
The night was already very deep, and there was a crescent moon in the sky, and there were only faint sounds of insects in the surroundings, and even the crowing of chickens and dogs in the village could not be heard.

Liu Beidou returned to the secluded courtyard, went to the house for a while, found a small half jar of wine from nowhere, went back to the table and sat down, poured a bowl, and laughed at himself: "I have lived for more than 300 years, but one Thinking that I might not be able to wake up again after closing my eyes, I am still afraid, I have to use some alcohol to strengthen my courage."

There were no appetizers on the table, and he didn't bother to get them any more, so he was drinking with a bowl.

On the opposite side of the table, Li Qingshi was probably really tired these days, and he was sleeping very soundly at this time, and he snored lightly even though he never snore.

Looking at this apprentice who has been with him day and night for more than ten years, Liu Beidou's face showed admiration and satisfaction that Li Qingshi had never seen before.

For so many years, although he has never said a single good word, he has always been very satisfied with this apprentice.

What made him most satisfied was not the boy's innate aura and talent, but his great determination and perseverance that surpassed ordinary people after he recognized one thing.

It is easy to say that it takes ten years to reshape the root bone. It means breaking all the bones in the whole body, and then breaking them when they grow well. Repeat this three times.

I can't remember how many times this kid died from pain and came back to life, but he never had the slightest intention to give up, even afraid that he, an old man, would be tired and would grit his teeth and do it himself when he could do it himself.

Hitting his kneecap with a thick wooden stick, gritted his teeth and banging the back of his head against a tree... In the same position, he tried his best every time, and it hurt to watch, but he was able to do it every time without hesitation, like crazy Tiger, I am afraid that there is no other person in the world who can do it except him.

The only reason he was so risky was because he said that his roots were too weak, and only by reshaping his roots could he achieve success in martial arts.

Of course he knew why he insisted on learning martial arts, but he didn't know what kind of suffering their mother and son had experienced, which made him feel so much resentment and hatred after their mother died.

Another thing worth mentioning is that this child's character has suffered more for practicing martial arts than others in a few lifetimes, but when he heard about it, he was already out of luck with martial arts, and he still didn't turn his face against his liar master.

I have become more and more lazy these years. In the past ten years, I have actually been served by this kid in front of the saddle, and I have never complained.

The shriveled old man drank a few more bowls of wine, his old eyes became more and more blurred, probably because he really drank too much, and he started talking to himself.

"You must strive for success, kid. You must practice to the level of the gods and wonderland. Don't let me lose the chain, otherwise I will really not be able to survive."

"If you can practice to the fairyland, not only will I be able to come back to life, I will probably be able to go home."

"It's strange to say that I have lived here for more than 300 years, but I have only lived there for more than 20 years, but I still feel that there is my home."

"I just don't know the laws of time and space. After more than 300 years here, when I go back, I don't know if more than 300 years have passed there, or just for a moment?"

His cultivation is already at the peak of the Small World Realm. Although he has not been able to cross the last threshold, he can still see some scenery behind the door when he stands at the door. Now he can basically confirm that after crossing that threshold, You will be able to fully grasp the rules between heaven and earth, and at that time, apart from birth, old age, sickness and death, you will even be able to break through the secrets of time and space.

Sighing, the old man's face suddenly showed a bit of loneliness, a bit of yearning, and a bit of tenderness.

"You always say that I'm unreliable, but I've defended you like a jade for more than 300 years. Who else in this world can do that?"

"I'm afraid that when I go back, you will have turned into a handful of loess, and then I will be the only one left to remember our story."

The old man was nagging, drank the rest of the wine, staggered up, and said to Li Qingshi: "If you say a thousand words and ten thousand, you will have to see you in the end. Say it again, you must not lose the chain, and you will fight with others in the future." , You don’t have to die, but you have to cherish your life.”

Walking behind Li Qingshi, he patted him lightly on the back, a burst of clear light lit up and sank into Li Qingshi's body.

"The seed has been planted for you. Whether it can take root or not is up to you."

The shriveled old man raised his head, under the cold moonlight, his old face seemed to have aged a bit.

Drunken walked into the house with three steps, stood for a moment, suddenly raised his arms, drew a rainbow with his left hand, and a dragon with his right hand, then tremblingly raised his index fingers, pointing to the roof.

In an instant, a dazzling ball of light appeared on the beam, illuminating the room as bright as day.

The old man squinted his drunken eyes and said with a chuckle, "Is this light ball of my father shining enough?"

The shriveled old man bent over, twisted his waist and swung his hips.

"When I go back, with this flexibility, I will definitely be the brightest boy on the dance floor."

"If there are a few more unscrupulous little bastards, everyone will know that I can play with any kind of sword, gun and stick."

"When the time comes, the girls can just scream as much as they want."

The ball of light on the beams gradually dimmed.

"It's really lonely to play disco alone."

The shriveled old man lay on the bed, his breathing gradually weakened, and eventually he became silent.

The moment he died, the seven-star sword beside him suddenly trembled and made a low buzzing sound.

No one knows, at the last moment when this old man who lived for more than 300 years stopped breathing, the last thought that flashed in his mind was: "Ci'ao, I forgot to tell that kid, don't give me this seven-star sword to be buried with me!" It's..."

……

In the early morning, Li Qingshi woke up in a daze and saw two wine jars on the table. , I didn’t see how happy I was, why did I drink so much.”

After clearing the table and entering the house, seeing the old man sleeping on the bed, he muttered, "I know that I'm going to sleep on the bed, so why don't you leave me alone?"

After washing his face, he began to tinker with making breakfast. After the meal was ready, he made a pot of tea again. The old man hadn't woken up yet, thinking that he really drank too much this time.

As soon as I thought about it, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. Old Liu always snored like thunder when he slept. Why is he so peaceful today?

Li Qingshi felt a little flustered for no reason, walked to the bedside and pushed him: "Old Liu!"

No movement.

I quickly reached out and touched my forehead, it was cold!

There was a bang in the head, and I was stunned all of a sudden.

After standing in a daze for a long time, he finally dared to stretch out his hand to feel the old man's pulse, and his arms trembled uncontrollably.

Then he slumped to the ground.

I don't know how long it took before I finally recovered from my sluggishness, pushed the old man a few times in a fit of anger, and complained: "I told you not to drink like that all the time, I told you not to drink like that all the time, but you are fine, the more you talk, the more energetic you are, and you are still a doctor. I don’t know my own body and bones? This time it’s okay, let’s drink myself to death!”

As he spoke, his voice began to become unsteady.

"You are so chic, you leave as soon as you say, without even explaining your last words?"

The voice was choked with sobs.

"Don't worry, I will do what I say. I will keep watch for you, raise the banner for you, and hold your coffin, but I will never cry!"

Started crying.

"Master!"

Li Qingshi, who had not shed a single tear since he lost all protection at the age of five, was crying like a child no one wants at this moment.

……

The funeral of the shriveled old man Liu Beidou was ordinary.

When the villagers heard the news, they all came to express their condolences. Although the old man was not welcome, he had no limit to bragging, his old villainous eyes always took advantage of women, and he asked for money for medical treatment, but he lived in the village after all. After ten years, many people have taken care of illnesses, let alone death, so they all came to see him off.

On the day of the funeral, the coffin was carried to Liuyun Mountain. The place where the person was buried was pointed out by the old man himself when he was alive, and Li Qingshi didn't know whether to believe it or not when he said that his parents were buried there.

The coffin was put in the pit, and Li Qingshi sent away the folks who carried the coffin before the soil was buried, saying that he wanted to stay alone with Lao Liu for a while.

When everyone was gone, Li Qingshi knelt and sat in front of the coffin for a long time, rubbed his face, forced a smile: "Actually, there is something I have been hiding from you. My mother was killed by someone. You Once you leave, all that's left is to avenge her."

"Knowing that you know martial arts, I didn't ask you to help me. One is that you are afraid that something will happen to your small body. And you said that if you have something to do, the disciple will do his best. As a disciple, I can't assign you to do things. What's more, I have to avenge myself for killing my mother."

"When you get revenge, go find the man who betrayed her. Maybe these two things are actually the same thing."

After babbling a few more words, Li Qingshi patted the stack of medical books next to him: "You doctor writes too confusingly. I'm afraid no one in the world can understand it except me. I'll write it myself when I have free time. These will burn you in no time."

Picking up the ugly seven-star sword: "You don't have much property, only this seven-star sword, so I'll bury it with you."

After speaking, he threw the sword into the pit.

After the long sword fell into the pit, it began to tremble imperceptibly to the naked eye, but with Li Qingshi's current cultivation base, he would not notice it at all.

However, Li Qingshi thought about it again, and suddenly jumped into the pit, picked up the long sword, and climbed up with his buttocks sticking out: "Damn it, death is like a lamp going out. We are not rich and noble, so we can't learn from those who were buried with us." Prodigal behavior, let's talk about our master and apprentice, you have to leave something for me, don't bury this sword."

He started to fill the pit with soil, and after he finished packing the grave, he thought about it again and picked up the stack of medical books: "Don't burn this book, I can refer to it when I rewrite it, it will definitely save me a lot of effort."

One last look at the grave bag: "Let's go, Master."

(End of this chapter)