Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 651: Sword + Niece? Buy one, get one free
"Chu Pingsheng? It's you!"

Jian Chen's face changed. He didn't expect that the guy who made his master embarrassed would come here. Considering what Chu Pingsheng said in the backyard of Zhonghua Pavilion before, one can't help but doubt his purpose of coming here at this critical moment.

"What are you doing here? This is where Master's wife rests in peace. We do not welcome anyone who disturbs her peace."

"Jian Chen, are you talking about me?"

Chu Pingsheng took two steps forward and carefully looked at the monk Buxu's shiny forehead: "Then why was he able to come?"

Jian Chen said: "Master Buxu is a friend of Master's wife."

"Friends? What kind of friends?"

"you!"

Anyone could hear the sarcasm and insult in his words. Jian Chen was furious and drew his sword. Buxu also had a gloomy face and was on the verge of breaking the rules.

"I don't think I'm wrong, am I? Monks are free from all ties with the world. They don't even acknowledge their relatives, so how can they call them friends? What's more, this friend is his wife. What's worse, he came alone to pay tribute to Wuming's wife when Wuming was not present. Master, do you think this behavior is appropriate?"

He looked serious, just like a devout believer asking questions to a great Buddhist master.

"This……"

His defense was broken and he was speechless. The temple didn't even allow women to enter. It was indeed unreasonable for a monk like him to come to worship his friend's wife. It was no wonder that others thought he was despicable.

The Sword Master found it really funny to see the master, who was muttering and chanting Zen just now, now turned into a clumsy bald donkey who couldn't make the distinction or not.

The slap in the face came so suddenly and so quickly.

"Amitabha."

The beads in Buxu's hands flew up, and his old face turned red and blue, and then blue and red, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Chu Pingsheng!"

Jian Chen said angrily: "Don't make a fuss. This is between you and me. It has nothing to do with Master Buxu."

"Your story with me?"

Chu Pingsheng blinked and said seriously, "No, no, no, you think too much. I am not interested in you. I am not here to find your master's wife. I am here for him."

Chu Pingsheng is a swordsman.

"You came for me?"

The Sword Master was a little confused. He looked carefully at this young man who had a scholarly air, a sharp tongue and a sharp tongue, but other than that there was nothing special about him. He racked his brains but could not remember where he had seen him before.

"That's right." Chu Pingsheng crossed the sword to his left hand: "To be precise, I came here for your Holy Spirit Sword Technique."

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, as long as you teach me the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, I will help you fulfill your wish and defeat Wuming with the Holy Spirit Sword Technique."

! ! ! ! ! !
Buxu was stunned. Was he going to become the Sword Saint's disciple? But the question was, was that how one became a disciple? Others knelt to become disciples, but he stood to learn martial arts, as if he was helping you by learning your martial arts, and you should thank him for giving you this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Where on earth did this young man come from? Judging from the tone of his voice, he ventured into the underworld? I'm afraid he'd be shot to death before he even left his hometown.

"Hahahaha, young man, you are so arrogant."

From the Sword Master's perspective, this man named Chu Pingsheng had helped him to disgust Monk Buxu after all, so even though he was unhappy, he did not show it immediately.

Jian Chen said: "Senior, you may not know that Chu Pingsheng had asked Master to accept him as a disciple earlier, but he was rejected and felt unwilling, so he had this idea."

In his opinion, Chu Pingsheng was refused to become his disciple, and was also obstructed when he pleaded with Wuming to come out and destroy the Tianxia Society. Therefore, he felt resentful and wanted to learn advanced martial arts to defeat Wuming to vent his anger. This is human nature.

"what?"

The Sword Master looked displeased, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes became sharper.

"You only thought of coming to me to be your disciple because Wuming refused to accept you?"

"What beautiful things are you thinking about? Who wants to take you as a teacher?"

Chu Pingsheng was thoughtful after he finished speaking. Just as the killing intent around the Sword Saint was getting stronger and stronger, and his true energy was about to burst through his sleeves, he suddenly changed the subject: "It's not impossible, but there is a condition."

"What are the conditions?" The Sword Master did not refuse immediately because he wanted to see what tricks this unconventional guy was up to.

"Marry your niece Dugu Meng to me."

As a monk, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is one of the most emotionally stable people in the world. But even he can't hold on.

Is this kid here to make fun of me? Not only is he trying to steal the Holy Spirit Sword Technique, but he also wants people to buy one get one free, and give away a young and beautiful niece?
The Sword Master felt insulted and flew into a rage: "Are you deliberately provoking me to death so that I can kill you?"

Chu Pingsheng said calmly: "I have my reasons for saying this."

He actually has a point?!

"Okay, I'd like to hear your reasoning."

The Sword Master was so angry that he almost laughed.

"I went to Wuming to become his disciple, but he refused. Now I'm looking for you. You feel looked down upon, right?"

"Humph."

"Assuming Wuming accepts me as his apprentice, then Jianchen will be my senior brother. This shows that my standards are quite high. But the problem now is that you can't even defeat my potential senior brother. How can you make me want to become your apprentice? Isn't this... too much?"

The Sword Master pointed at Jian Chen and said, "You said I can't beat him?"

"Of course, Jian Chen has inherited the true teachings of Senior Wuming, as evidenced by the Hero Sword in his hand. And since you can't even beat the disciple, how can you challenge the master?"

"Okay, okay, today I'll show you how I beat him to a pulp." The Sword Saint turned around angrily and said to Jian Chen, "Go ahead."

"senior……"

"I'll let you take action!"

Seeing that the situation could not be resolved peacefully, Jian Chen glared at Chu Pingsheng with hatred. He could only draw out the Hero Sword and perform an inexplicable sword technique, stabbing the Sword Saint's right shoulder with an "inexplicable" move.

Even though it was a junior fighting against a senior, Jian Chen only used 50% of his strength in this attack, holding back half.

However, in order to vent his anger towards Wuming and to give Chu Pingsheng a slap in the face, the Sword Saint used Sword Twenty-Two, which he had obtained after so many years of seclusion.

The sound of chimes was like the clanging of metal, or the explosion of swords colliding. The hero's sword was knocked back several points.

The Sword Master moved back three feet, his robe sleeves fluttering, his beard flying, and sword energy lingering around him, emitting a fierce and sharp intention, as if he was no longer a person or a sword, but a forest of swords.

The sword pointed outward, then inward, crossing each other and forming seals, and a burst of sword energy burst out.

One way, two ways, three ways, four ways...

The invisible and sharp sword energy spun rapidly under the control of the Sword Saint, like a storm of sword blades, sweeping towards the young man in front.

His target was Jian Chen, but the willow leaves above him shattered silently, and green debris fell like rain.

This shows how strong Sword Twenty-Two's murderous intent is.

However, Jian Chen was not afraid of danger. He pressed the Hero Sword on the ground, lifted his body into the air, and used the "Unknown Skill" taught to him by Wuming. He spun like a top. It was clearly daytime, but the fine sword beams were as bright as stars, and there were endless crisp sounds of ding-dang-dang. The blade storm of Sword Twenty-Two was completely broken by this move.

shuh...

A flash of light passed by.

When the Sword Master came to his senses again, the Hero Sword was already across his neck. As long as Jian Chen exerted a little more force, his head and body would be separated.

Clang.

The heroic sword was sheathed, Jian Chen bowed and said, "Senior, I'm grateful for your help."

The Sword Master didn't say anything. The wind blew his gray hair and beard up and down. The embarrassment on his face was not much more than that of Monk Buxu just now.

As Chu Pingsheng said, the Sword Twenty-Two that he had cultivated in seclusion for more than twenty years was defeated by a junior.

"Look, old man, I didn't lie to you."

Seeing a bubble of "doubting life" popping up on the Sword Master's head, Chu Pingsheng looked at Jian Chen happily, thinking that this should be Jian Chen's most glorious moment in the play. Then, it was like someone squeezed his piss bubble and it all went downhill. Duan Lang, Bu Jingyun, Juexin... were abused throughout the whole process and were so miserable that it was unbearable to watch.

After a long time, the old man sighed. His face no longer had the vigor and vigor he had before. He looked desolate, and a wisp of gray beard drifted away with the wind.

"Since you know that I can't even defeat Wuming's apprentice, why do you want to learn my Holy Spirit Sword Technique?"

"Just because Sword Twenty-Two can't defeat Wuming doesn't mean Sword Twenty-Three can't either."

"What did you say? Sword... twenty-three?"

The sword master was hit hard.

"If I'm not mistaken, Wuming knows that you challenged Xiongba, and he also knows that you will come to his wife's tomb to wait, so he sent his apprentice to break your sword twenty-two times, so that you will retreat when you see the difficulty."

"Is that so..."

Jian Chen frowned, wondering who on earth this Chu Pingsheng was and how he knew everything.

"Senior, please follow me."

Of course, he couldn't just sit there and watch Chu Pingsheng rekindle the Sword Saint's fighting spirit, so he took a half step back and led to the east.

"Where to go?"

"Don't you want to see my master?"

The Sword Master thought about it and took a step forward to follow.

Buxu stared at Chu Pingsheng with fear, as if he would stop him if he dared to follow.

"Don't be so nervous. I'm not interested in listening to Wuming's lecture."

Chu Pingsheng looked at the Sword Saint's back and said, "I'll wait for you at the mill beside the Xiaoqing River in the southwest of the town."

After that, the two sides went their separate ways, leaving Monk Buxu standing stupidly in the middle, frowning and silent.

……

That night.

Southwest of Muming Town.

A clear river connects to the Milky Way and flows slowly eastward.

The waterwheel opposite the mill rotates slowly, and the water from the tank drops down, sounding crisp and pleasant, like the sound of a spring.

Chu Pingsheng sat by a campfire, holding three bamboo sticks in his hands, with small fish more than two inches long on them, with the internal organs and scales removed. From time to time, he sprinkled some seasoning made from ground spices such as chili, sesame, cardamom, cinnamon, etc. on them, and then put them on the fire to roast carefully.

zizi...

The small fish is very tender and has little fat, but under his careful grilling, clusters of fine oil bubbles still emerge, releasing a mouth-watering meaty aroma.

"Brother Chu, are you still not well?"

Chu Chu was drooling with envy.

In the two days since she left Yujia Village, she had obviously lost weight. She was not used to sleeping in the bed in the inn, so she had some heavy bags under her eyes.

"Well, that's about it."

Chu Pingsheng turned over the bamboo skewer on the far right and took a look. He saw that the fat was dripping out, the outside was browned, and the moisture inside was also roasted away, so he handed the bamboo skewer over.

She took it in her hand and took a bite impatiently. Her tongue shrank because of the heat. She frowned and looked aggrieved. She looked at him and could only mutter "It's so hot". She pouted her little mouth and blew on it again and again, trying to cool it down before eating.

Chu Pingsheng smiled slightly, picked up the bamboo skewer in the middle and looked at it to confirm that it was baked. He put it to his mouth and took a bite. The fish meat felt fragrant, smooth, tender, and a little sweet. It fell off the main bone with a slight tear. Unlike those frozen ones, the fish meat either fell into powder or was old and woody with no taste at all.

"Hey, Brother Chu, don't you think it's too hot?"

When she said this, Chu Pingsheng was stunned.

Yes, he had the bonus of [Mahayana Paradise Demon Body], so ordinary flames could not hurt him, but he still felt the burning sensation. Unless the pain exceeded a certain level, the demon body would block the pain. Therefore, when he usually had a meal, he would wait for the hot porridge just out of the pot to cool down before drinking it. However, when he took a bite of the grilled fish in front of him, he only felt hot, not burning.

Could it be that this is due to the Qilin blood increasing fire resistance? It's really... convenient.

Suddenly, his ear wings moved.

"Since you're here, why not show up openly? Don't you think it's cheap to be sneaky at your age?"

(End of this chapter)