"Ouch!"

The boy woke up from the nightmare and sat up suddenly. He felt a severe pain in his chest and then paralyzed weakly.

"Awaken?" The old man sitting under the window was Mr. Qian, who was stationed in the store half a year ago.

"You saved me?" A whirlpool of five-colored light gathered in her chest. The broken sternum was slowly regaining its position under their pull. Although the pain in the bones was unbearable, the injury was developing in a positive direction.

"Well, how do you feel?" The storyteller slowly blew the camellia and responded casually.

"It's sour and painful." The boy told the truth.

"I'm asking about the previous fight." The storyteller frowned, obviously not satisfied with the boy's answer.

"I missed one, otherwise I wouldn't miss it." The young man raised his eyebrows. As his thoughts gradually became more and more active, he felt that the adventure he had been waiting for for fifteen years had arrived.

"Haha. You missed two." The storyteller raised two fingers, "And the old butcher."

The boy curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "He was holding the thug at that time and ran away after the filming. I don't know how dizzy his eyes might be able to see me clearly."

"You are wearing a green hat and wearing a waiter's outfit, so how can he not see it?" the storyteller smiled, "Actually, you made a fatal mistake from the beginning."

The boy's heart moved, "I shouldn't have started in the Pig Cage Alley."

When he went in, he was a little uneasy, and there was indeed something wrong. Thinking about it, he was all butchers in red clothes covered in blood, and his clean blue clothes were too eye-catching. Even if the old butcher didn't recognize him, he would definitely not be able to escape as long as he compared it with the butchers in front of the streets and the alleys.

"Yes." The storyteller smiled slightly, "The son is teachable."

The chest was numb and itchy. The boy couldn't help but scratch it with his hands, but the storyteller bounced away from the air.

I used tea!

"Sir, you are indeed hidden." The storyteller wears a veil when drinking tea, and the boy has never seen him take it off in the past six months.

"Boy, do you want to learn?"

"certainly……"

‘No!’ The boy bit his trembling tongue and looked at the ghostly storyteller and asked, “Sir, shouldn’t it be ‘I beg you to accept me as your disciple, but you sit upright and smile without saying that’s right?”

The script is wrong!

"Ahem!" The storyteller finally showed a hint of embarrassment, "Boy, you are willing to learn from me and teach me. Since you and I have the fate, you will do whatever you want. How can you get the sour and rotten atmosphere!"

That's right, the boy nodded, but remembered something again, "It's still wrong, sir, you have been staying in the store for more than half a year, and even knew that I was going to take pictures of people today... Could it be that you were looking at me very early?"

"Ha! Ha! My friend, I see that you have a wonderful bones and a beautiful spirit like jade. You will become a great person in the future..."

The boy finally drooped his face, "Old sir, this is a panacea that is like a fake one!"

The storyteller smiled dryly and drank fragrant tea. His head covered by the veil didn't know what to do.

The atmosphere was a bit cold. No matter how suspicious he was, he rescued himself and healed himself. The young man who was determined to make a name for himself was quite moved!

"Why me, sir?" Like all non-protagonist personalities, the ordinary boy who only serves tea and pours water is ecstatic and a little unconfidence when he is hit by a huge pie.

"There is only one condition for accepting disciples in my sect..." Putting down the tea bowl, Mr. Qian's eyes were like a torch: "Leaving beyond the three realms, not in the six realms!"

The boy suddenly realized, "So that's it!"

To put it bluntly, it’s just that the apprentice is not from this plane...

It's not right, "Old sir, I have parents!"

The storyteller smiled and said a little: "Of course you have parents, but this is not the body but this!"

"Soul!" The young man sat up suddenly.

Adventure, this is an adventure!

The storyteller holding a tea bowl struck while the iron was hot, "Little guy, would you like to learn now?"

"Will!" The five-colored cyclone disappeared, and the young man jumped up with his intact chest and knelt on the ground.

"Okay, okay, okay!" The storyteller laughed happily, and the corners of his eyes were covered with wind and frost.

"Good disciple, uh, do you have a name?"

"Dalang."

"What surname?"

"Wu." The young man had his last name engraved on the silver lock.

"Wu...Dalang." The storyteller couldn't help but squeeze out a few tears, "Disciple, why did the master feel the urge to cry when he heard your name?"

"Uh... Master, my surname is Wu, not Wu." The old man probably had his tongue slapped by the blue bricks, and his tone was too heavy.

"Oh, Dalang is just a nickname, it's not countable. In this way, I'll give you a name: Ming, is Wu Ming good?" Before the young man could answer, the old man said smugly, "I'll give you another word when I'm waiting for you to win."

"Wu Ming..." A fog rose in the young Lingxiu's eyes. She grew so big that she finally had a formal name.

"Ming'er, can you tell what this is?" The storyteller turned his sleeves and took out a square seal.

"seal?"

"That's right." The old man stroked his beard and smiled, "Get a piece of yellow paper."

The boy quickly took a stack of yellow paper for use in the toilet from the bedside and placed it respectfully on the table.

The old man's expression was very wonderful, but when he lifted the seal from the yellow paper, the little apprentice's expression was even more wonderful.

"Wow..." Although the ancient characters are very crooked, Wu Ming still recognized it at a glance that it was a crooked word "mouth".

The old man breathed in a daze, looking like a sense of accomplishment.

But Wu Ming turned the yellow paper over and over and over and looked through it clearly, but it was still a verbal word.

"I'm talking about master..." Wu Ming subconsciously touched his chest. If the old man hadn't shown his skills just now, he would have thought he had been fooled.

"Pattern, take another piece of paper."

"Oh!" It turned out that it was a mistake, understandable, understandable...

The boy hurriedly spread out another piece of yellow paper. The old man put the seal beside his mouth and sighed, turning his hand on it. When the seal was removed, the boy was stunned.

A simple aura came to my face, and there was a horizontal line in the middle of the slandered mouth, which turned into the word "Sun"!

Without giving the boy time to react, the old man took the paper with his left hand and stamped it with his right hand, "Pin, Tian, ​​Mao, Jing..." The increasingly complex words emerged one after another, and appeared on the paper!

"Disciple, this is the master's treasure, the sky-turning seal! And being a master is the first "inscription master" in the world who is replaced by a false name - Qian Mo!"

"The Heaven-Shaped Seal?! The Inscription Master?! The world's number one?!!" The young man's teeth chuckled, and he was so scared that he was so scared that he was urinating. This was an adventure, and it was a fairy fate that could burn the ancestral grave into pieces!

"That's right!"

Wu Ming, whose head was squeezed into a paste, twisted his thighs hard, "Ah!" The boy bounced off the ground and suddenly lowered his waist in the air and hit the floor.

Dong! The old man suddenly felt a lotus face shook by the tea.

"The master is here, I will be bowed by my disciple!"
Chapter completed!