Master is so cold

Chapter 47 Giving the Sword
Wang Qing is exactly that young man among ordinary people.

Only the first rank of Naling Realm, this kind of cultivation is at the bottom in the world of Taoism, and Wang Qing is also 14 years old, so Qingshuizong did not treat him as a Taoist.

The 14-year-old first-rank Nalingjing has very poor aptitude.

Also as a mortal, doing coolies.

"I know that my aptitude is so poor that even the Qingshui Sect doesn't like it, but I really want to practice Taoism! I'm like a fairy, looking at the thousands of mountains and rivers, I also hope that one day I can learn the Dao!"

Wang Qing knelt on the ground with a pair of eyes full of sincerity.

Su Mo looked at the boy who appeared suddenly, and was filled with emotion.

The sincerity in Wang Qing's eyes really touched Su Mo.

Sometimes, Su Mo felt that he was just a bit lucky, and that time travel was a peerless genius with system support, and he was a proper protagonist.

But Wang Qing had nothing.

Su Mo would not be stingy with a little time to order a person, as for recruiting apprentices, forget it.

Just kidding, there are three restrictions. Su Mo dares to accept disciples?
If Wang Qing was formally accepted as an apprentice, Su Mo's cultivation would probably go back a lot, and he would happily type "GG".

With a calm face, Su Mo shook his head slowly, "I am devoted to Taoism, and I don't want to accept disciples."

Wang Qing was suddenly slumped. He mustered up great courage and stood up in front of thousands of people, but Su Mo's response chilled his heart.

He knows that his aptitude is extremely poor, but everyone has hope in their hearts, which is also delusional, but when the hope is broken, it will be endlessly desolate.

"Could it be that I'm really not suitable for cultivation?"

Wang Qing lost his mind and murmured to himself.

Su Mo shook his head and said, "You're wrong. Everyone has a heart for Taoism. It doesn't depend on aptitude whether they are suitable for Taoism."

"Then what are you looking at?" A glint of hope appeared in Wang Qing's eyes.

"It depends on the fate, the opportunity, and the heart. If the fate comes, you can enter the Tao, if the opportunity comes, you can practice the Tao, and if the heart comes, you will naturally become stronger." Su Mo said calmly.

"But where is the fate, the opportunity, and the heart?"

"It is fate that you can become a cultivator. If you want to practice Taoism, it is just a chance."

"Where is the opportunity?"

"I give you."

"That's the true immortal" Wang Qing was still murmuring in a daze, but when he heard it clearly, a very strong light of hope erupted in his eyes.

Su Mo smiled flatly, "If you really want to practice Taoism, I will give you a sword. As for whether you can become my apprentice, it depends on your heart. Are you willing?"

"Boy is willing!"

Wang Qing was overjoyed, laughed wildly, kowtowed and kowtowed in thanks.

"Okay, get up, if you kneel too much, your knees will become soft."

"Yes!"

Wang Qing quickly stood up.

"Look carefully, I will only demonstrate this sword once, whether you can understand it depends entirely on your heart."

With a wave of Su Mo's long sword, his temperament changed suddenly. He just swung his sword without any aura or blood.

But it was such an extremely simple sword, but it carried endless arrogance, like a mountain standing still, and a stream of water stopped turning.

Su Mo continued to swing his sword, his long sleeves fluttered, as if in a sword dance, under the green light, only that sword was jumping alone.

Su Mo closed his eyes slightly, his heart moved with the sword.

He was teaching Wang Qing, but he was also teaching himself.

Because Su Mo wanted to have his own sword.

After ten breaths, Su Mo stopped slowly.

"Do you understand?" Su Mo said.

"I don't understand." Wang Qing was at a loss.Although Su Mo looked really good when he danced the sword, Wang Qing had never been in the art of swordsmanship, so he couldn't understand it. He could only see the chopping and cross-cutting in the swordplay, but he couldn't understand the rhyme.

"If you don't understand nature, go back and understand it slowly."

Su Mo said flatly.

His sword technique is actually born out of the first style of Qinglian Sword Art, which emphasizes purity.It is said to be swordsmanship, but isn't swordsmanship just chopping and cutting?
Whether Wang Qing can understand it or not depends entirely on himself.

"Thank you, Immortal!" Wang Qing had no choice but to back down, but he looked at Su Mo with enthusiasm.

"Qingwei, go get some property and give it to these people. Remember, don't give too much." Su Mo ignored Wang Qing and began to resettle thousands of mortals.

Zhuo Qingwei hastily said yes.

The next thing was naturally much simpler. Clean up the ruins of Qingshuizong and search for property. As for other spiritual objects, exercises, sword formulas, etc., Su Mo also accepted them.

Although Su Mo is not short of resources, it is not a bad thing to have these.

It should take a long time to go down the mountain this time.

The mortals worked together to bury the bones, full of sadness, and this clear water mountain became a bleak memory in their lives.

Three days later, Su Mo walked out of the Qinglian Mountains with thousands of mortals.

At the same time, the demise of the Qingshui Sect finally attracted the attention of a group of ascetics around the Qinglian Mountains.

"Qingshuizong has been exterminated!"

Countless people got the information, and their hearts were filled with consternation.

"I heard that the Qingshui Sect enslaved mortals as coolies, which finally provoked the birth of a spiritual wisdom disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect. Three swords beheaded people and robbed the entire sect."

"I also heard that the disciple of the Spiritual Wisdom Realm is the peak master of the Qinglian Sword Sect!"

"Nonsense! How could the peak master of the Qinglian Sword Sect be in the spiritual realm?"

"You're talking nonsense, I heard it from a remnant of the Qingshui Sect."

"Impossible, he is definitely not the peak master of the same lineage. The peak master kills and robs the realm, like a pig butcher."

For more than ten days in a row, things about Qingshuizong have been chanting around the Qinglian Mountains, and even spawned countless versions.

It has also become a legend in the Qinglian Mountains.

There are people in the Qinglian Sword Sect, who are at the level of spiritual wisdom, and they can kill people with three swords!

As for whether it is the peak master of Yimai, no one pays attention.

Wang Qing stood at the top of Qingshuizong, and he decided to stay at Qingshui Mountain, guarding the legend of that senior, and wanted to guard that pure sword technique.

"Master, from now on, this disciple will not kneel to the sky, nor to gods and Buddhas. In this life, I will only kneel to Master alone!"

Wang Qing just swung the sword skills taught by Su Mo hard, day after day.

Three years later, the Lingtai was cast with one sword!

"Master, why did you teach that boy a sword?"

After hesitating for several days, Zhuo Qingwei still couldn't help asking her question.

She had never seen Su Mo's swordsmanship before, but felt very familiar with it.But since it is the sword technique taught by the master, it must be a set of extremely powerful sword technique.

"For the stubbornness in that boy's heart."

Su Mo replied.

"Huh?" Zhuo Qing was slightly puzzled.

Su Mo smiled slightly, without explaining.

Back then, before he crossed over, he was an extremely ordinary salaryman. With an ordinary university degree, he became a house slave, car slave, and bridesmaid slave early on.

Su Mo was also stubborn. He didn't want to be an ordinary person all his life.

He thought about starting a business, but he had no money. A classmate once asked him to start a business with the premise that he could contribute 20 yuan.

Su Mo flinched.

Three years later, that classmate was very successful.

Therefore, Su Mo gave the "20" that Wang Qing urgently needed.

It's not a bad thing, Wang Qing rewarded Su Mo with 80% favorability and 320 cool points.

(End of this chapter)