Heavy snow, cold wind, one old man and two young men.

"Young man, although you have a mortal body, your spirit is amazing. You are a good young man who can practice ancient swordsmanship. Do you have any ideas about practicing swordsmanship?"

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who you are, what matters is, are you eager to learn the sword?"

"You want to accept me as your disciple?"

"right."

"I have the idea of ​​learning swordsmanship, but I don't want to be your teacher, and I won't be my teacher to anyone else."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"Does it have to be a master to learn swordsmanship? If everyone wants to be a master, then who is the ancestral master of the master?"

"Um... Tao?"

"Let's call it Tao! Since the first person to lift a sword can learn from Tao, why can't I be him? Or are you more powerful than Tao?"

"You! You are such a powerful kid. Who taught you the truth? Who is your teacher?" "Say...Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it. Can I learn it by myself without a teacher? My swordsmanship, I can do it on my own.

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"you……"

"I read poetry and books, and have seen all over the world. The same is true for swordsmanship, and the same is true for all kinds of magic... You don't need to persuade me anymore. If you want to accept a disciple, just ask him. He is also very good."

"Well... wow, young man, you are not only extraordinary in spirit, but also have an amazing swordsmanship. Do you have any thoughts on learning to sword?"

"Haha, you are the second person to notice me again. I'm really fed up with this kind of life, old gentleman, you look like a liar."

"No, I'm not..."

"Are you from Meiji?"

"you know?"

"Same, my kendo, I can do it by myself."

After a flash of thought, Mei Jiren came out of the memory of meeting Bazun Shu and Wen Ting that day under the wind and snow, and burst into laughter.

When he looked at Situ Yongren now, it was as if he saw himself back then.

In the same way, I was crushed from a mental level, and with just a few words, I was severely beaten.

But there is another essential difference from Situ Yongren...

At that time, Mei Jiren certainly felt that Xiaoba and Xiaowen were high-spirited and might be able to achieve success in the future.

But more people still think that they are "arrogant", "frivolous" and have a hard time getting there. Situ Yong is different.

From the perspective of a latecomer, he has seen the outstanding achievements of the Eight Masters. Therefore, perhaps there should be a new interpretation of his so-called "arrogance" and "frivolousness"... maybe it is confidence, maybe it is something else.

But no matter what, the Eight Masters just lived normally and crushed other geniuses. Mei Ji knew what this blow felt like.

He looked at the young man in front of him who was disheartened and seemed to have lost his goal. He couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, and touched the Eight Masters with a paper fan.

"Let's put it another way."

The eight masters turned their heads, with confusion in their eyes.

In his world, it is impossible to stand up and understand why, and there is also the behavior of "explaining it another way".

Young people are not naturally talented. If they can't even withstand this blow, what chance will they have of a chicken turning into a phoenix?

Mei Siren rolled his eyes and let out a long sigh.

As a teacher, the worst thing to do is to see this kind of behavior that attacks the younger generation.

But it was not until later that he understood that Ba Zun was familiar with the thinking of such monsters. Now it seems that there is really no way to make people change their minds.

After thinking for a while, Ba Zun was speechless. He could say:

"Situ Yongren, right?"

"Actually, if you think about it from another angle, you can feel relieved."

"Ba Zunzun will not take action against you, just as he does not want your master to take action against Xu Xiaoshou so early. This is an invisible rule of the game."

Ba Zunzhen twitched the corners of his lips and almost said "heh", but he held it back.

Does this statement really make the young man feel better?

In this life, he only practiced swordsmanship and was too lazy to explain many things.

Whether the world distorts or misunderstands

Whether it is or not, Bazun Shu doesn't care.

Unless those people can walk in front of him and confront him face to face, he may not say more. But there are too many people left behind!

The distance between these people will only be further and further stretched, and even backstabbing is difficult, so how can they get to the front? Obviously, Mei Jiren's words, as the eight masters expected, did not make Situ Yongren feel much better.

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I, who am at the same level as Xu Xiaoshou, should I compete with him?

Am I worthy?

I thought that Xu Xiaoshou could make waves in the holy war and possess countless rays of light. As soon as he entered the scene, even the shell of the semi-saint was cut off, and he almost lost his life.

Situ Yongren felt depressed for a while.

"Let's go." Ba Zunxun stepped up and was about to leave. He didn't have time to waste with a passerby. "Wait... Well, you take a step first, and I will follow after you." Mei Jiren wanted to stop for a while.

, considering that Ba Zunzhen can't fly, it doesn't hurt to let him take a few steps first.

"As soon as possible." The Eight Masters left without even looking back, without even asking why, as if the people around him were nothing.

Watching the proud figure like a red plum in winter leave, Mei Jiren looked away and looked at the lost Situ Yongren.

"Child, don't underestimate yourself, you are already great!"

Am I great?

I can't hold a sword in Xu Xiaoshou's hand, but Xu Xiaoshou is younger than me, but he can already fight against Sword Master Rao, Mr. Yan...

Not only was Situ Yongren not happy, his face became even more defeated.

Mei Jiren sighed, looking at Situ Yongren's figure, as if she saw herself when she was young, and sighed for a long time:

"My child, is Wen Ting weak, is Gou Wuyue weak?"

"No, they are not weak, it's just that the people in the world compare them with the Eight Masters, so they appear to be eclipsed."

Mei Jiren's eyes became complicated, and as he spoke, it was more like he was enlightening his past self: "In the same way, you are not weak, or in other words, you are already very strong among your peers." "Let me ask Zai Sheng.

In God’s Continent, who dares to easily participate in the Holy War?”

"There are so many Zhandao coming to Void Island, Taixu, do they dare to come on stage?"

"They don't dare! But at least, you tried it once."

"You are not weak, but this time the person standing opposite you is Xu Xiaoshou, the Eight Masters of this era..."

Mei Jiren paused for a moment, her eyes slightly absent-minded:

"There are always some people who are ahead of their time."

Is this comfort?

Situ Yongren finally raised his head, but his face turned paler, thinking it would be better not to say anything. But he could hear Mei Siren's kindness.

Situ Yongren had always heard of the title "Mr. Jiren" in the past, but he never paid attention to it. In the Sin Palace, they had even been enemies of each other.

But now, instead of killing himself, this gentleman is actually able to put aside his differences and start persuading...

No matter what, Situ Yong felt a little warm in his heart.

He finally understood why, even if his stance was different, Swordsman Rao was unwilling to take action against the old gentleman in the end, but chose to let him go directly, and then bear the consequences alone.

If Sword Master Fan had struck Mei Ji with a sword at that time, even if it was just for show, she might not be punished later.

However, there are always some people who are so sincere that even pretentious hostility feels like blasphemy.

Unlike the Eight Masters!

Situ Yongren glared at someone far away fiercely.

"Mr. Mito..."

He opened his mouth, saw the look of nostalgia on the old sword master's face, and asked, "Have you ever had similar troubles?"

"certainly."

Mei Jiren faced the rain, raised her eyes to the sky, looked at the few glimmers of light on the dark sky, and laughed out loud:

"I understand you because I was once you, the light chaser." "In Lao Chan's time, that light was called Yutu."

"Click!"

Under the heavy rain, outside the ruins of the Palace of Sin, on the outskirts of the kingdom of giants.
To be continued...