(Because it's 5000 words, it's a little late.)
Hsu Fengnian took in a poor young man as his disciple.
Before they could see the Eastern Sea and enter the Martial Emperor City, they encountered a small group of horses that crossed the border and saved a family of orphans and widows. Among them, there was a young man who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. He didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, but he insisted on sticking his head out and almost got stabbed to death by the horse bandits. Hsu Fengnian casually saved the young man and continued to drive towards the Martial Emperor City. The young man's temperament was lively and lively. For some reason, he set his eyes on Hsu Fengnian. He probably thought that Hsu Fengnian was a hero who roamed the Jianghu. He followed the carriage for a few days like a sticky candy. During the run, he couldn't bear to wear out his boots, so he simply took them off and tied them to his belt. The young man's leg strength was not bad. In addition, Hsu Fengnian's carriage was not in a hurry. It traveled and stopped from time to time. Even if he was left far behind for a short while, the young man would always be able to catch up. Hsu Fengnian lit a bonfire at the seaside that night. The exhausted young man didn't dare to come near and curled up in a corner to sleep. When the young man woke up the next morning, he found himself lying in the carriage. He carefully lifted the curtain and sat cross-legged against the carriage wall. For a moment, he didn't know how to address that young master. He was hesitating whether he should call him Hero or Mister. It was that young master who took the initiative to ask. After asking two questions, the young man shook his head desperately. The third question made the young man even more confused. The young man asked if he wanted to be his disciple. The young man didn't nod his head. He just blushed and said shyly that he couldn't afford the monetary gift. That young master said it didn't matter. Along the way, the two of them became master and disciple. They didn't talk much. The young man was called Wang Sheng. He was born and raised by a fisherman's family by the sea. His parents died while fishing at sea. He and his grandfather depended on each other for survival. After his grandfather died of illness, the young man left his hometown. Since young, he was much stronger than his peers. Other than begging, mourning for people's funerals, and carrying illegal salt, he had done almost all kinds of jobs that could earn him money.
Young Wang Sheng was still at an age where he did not know what shrewdness was. When he learned that his "cheap" Master, who seemed to have fallen from the sky, was going to the Martial Emperor City, he was so excited that he could not help but chatter. The young man's nature was simple and honest, and he had a pure heart. Although he couldn't tell the depth of a person's character, he was more accurate in distinguishing between good and bad. After spending a few days with his master, he knew that his master was a person who was easy to talk to. He respected him far more than he feared him. However, to the young man's regret, this young Master, who seemed to be more beautiful than a woman, did not like to chat. Most of the time, he was talking to himself and answering his own questions. After emptying his stomach of the anecdotes of Jianghu, he could only talk about the old sayings he heard from his elders and neighbors. Fortunately, his Master, who had lost his peace, did not argue with him. He taught him a set of obscure incantations and soft fist techniques. He could not remember the incantations, which gave him a headache, but the fist techniques were soft and powerless. However, the young man was content with what he had. He was satisfied to be able to practice martial arts. When he left his hometown two years ago, he saw an old man selling secret manuals at a stall in the Jian Province. He handed over the three taels of silver he had saved with great difficulty. The old man was easy to talk to. He opened his bamboo basket and allowed Wang Sheng to choose. Wang Sheng was illiterate, but when he heard the names of the books, they all seemed to be peerless martial arts. It gave him the feeling that if he could master one or two moves in the book, he would be able to make a name for himself in the Jianghu. In the end, Wang Sheng chose a sword manual. The inexperienced young man did not know much about worldly affairs, but after all, he was not a fool. He quickly realized that the secret manual was fake. However, he was not angry. He kept that nonsensical sword manual in his bosom and treated it as if he had learned a hundred words.
It was only a day's journey away from the Martial Emperor City. The sea breeze came and went, easily dispersing the heat of the early summer. The young Wang Sheng grew up by the sea, so he did not feel that the sea breeze was slightly fishy. He only felt that it was familiar and comfortable. It was probably because he had left his hometown for a few years and remembered his deceased relatives. Wang Sheng fell silent.
The reason why Hsu Fengnian did not talk to this disciple was not because he regretted accepting his first disciple or despised him for his mediocre aptitude. It was because he did not know whether to laugh or cry. After interacting with him, he realized that this sturdy young man was actually a girl. What was strange was that her Qi flow and pulse did not seem like a girl's at all. In Buddhism, women could not become Buddhas. In Daoism, female Daoists were also very rare. There was a reason behind it. For a hundred years, his mother was the only female Sword Immortal. Going back three hundred years, there was only one female Sword Immortal. If one did not take the sword into consideration, the number of female First Rank experts could be counted with one's fingers. One of the Four Great Grandmasters was Fengdu Green Robe. The current Jianghu was more Yin Qi than before. There were Luo Yang and Xuanyuan Qingfeng, as well as Wang Xianzhi's disciple, Lin Ya, who he had never met before. The logic behind a woman's appearance was similar to that of a man's appearance. His disciple Wang Sheng's aptitude was actually not bad. However, before and after Hsu Fengnian started practicing martial arts, he had seen the peak of the Jianghu. An outstanding aptitude was often not good when one was young. When it came to practicing martial arts, one's stamina was very important. With enough stamina, there would be many opportunities. Both were indispensable.
The reason why Hsu Fengnian accepted him as his disciple was very simple.
Wang Sheng had a wooden sword at his waist.
In the first question, Hsu Fengnian asked Wang Sheng if he was willing to exchange the wooden sword for food. Wang Sheng refused. Hsu Fengnian then asked if Wang Sheng was willing to exchange the wooden sword for money. Wang Sheng still refused.
In the middle of the night, they were only thirty to forty miles away from the Martial Emperor City. Hsu Fengnian did not continue riding forward. Instead, he ordered Wang Sheng to pick up dead branches and light a big bonfire by the sea. The roaring flames shone on the faces of the master and disciple. Hsu Fengnian gave Wang Sheng half a piece of beef jerky the size of a child's palm. The night sky was bright and full of stars. Wang Sheng lowered his head and chewed the beef. When he looked up, he saw his master staring at the starry sky in a daze. He secretly licked his oily fingers and then pointed to the starry sky. He smiled and said, "Grandpa said that there is a big lantern. On the ground, when people die, the lantern will go to the sky and light up again. "
Hsu Fengnian said calmly, "There is a saying in my hometown as well."
Wang Sheng waited for a long time. When he saw his master fall silent again, he said to himself, "Master, other than you, I admire the Wulin Alliance Leader of Mount Hui the most."
Wang Sheng revealed a smile and asked, "Master, guess who's next?"
Hsu Fengnian shook his head.
Wang Sheng chuckled and said, "It's the Martial Emperor City's fist master, Lin Ya!"
Hsu Fengnian smiled and said, "She is the disciple of the world's most powerful person, Wang Xianzhi. Moreover, she is a beauty on the rouge list. You are far inferior to her in both aspects."
Wang Sheng wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. He asked timidly, "Master, you know?"
Hsu Fengnian nodded.
Wang Sheng saw that his master did not seem angry. He lowered his head and said, "Father and mother always wanted to have a younger brother, but they couldn't. Later, they gave up and raised me as a boy. Moreover, we can't afford a dowry and I don't want to get married. Besides, who would want to live with a woman who looks like a man? Just thinking about it makes me depressed. Whoever marries me must be a rapist who did too many bad things in his previous life. The heavens want to punish him for marrying a man in this life. "
At this point, Wang Sheng, who was content with his life, was amused by himself.
Hsu Fengnian tore off a piece of beef and put it in his mouth. He said softly, "When you grow up, you will look like a woman."
Wang Sheng could not help but say, "If I look half as good as you, I don't mind living half a lifetime less."
Hsu Fengnian said calmly, "Go practice for two hours."
Wang Sheng knew that he had said something wrong. He took the wooden sword from his waist and went to the beach to practice with a bitter face. He obediently practiced six times, but there were many mistakes and he often forgot the routine. However, from the corner of his eyes, he saw that his master did not care about his stupidity and did not show any strange expression.
Wang Sheng practiced for another hour before sitting across from his master. He picked up the wooden sword and placed it on his knees.
Hsu Fengnian asked, "Walking the Jianghu with a wooden sword, don't you find it embarrassing?"
Wang Sheng was puzzled and asked, "What's there to be embarrassed about?"
Hsu Fengnian did not say anything.
Wang Sheng smiled happily and said, "Grandpa made this wooden sword for me. Even if you want it, I won't give it to you."
Hsu Fengnian, who never called himself 'master', said unhappily, "Do you think I want a broken wooden sword?"
Wang Sheng chuckled.
Hsu Fengnian joked, "In the future, if anyone is blind enough to fall in love with you, you can take this wooden sword as a token of love and consider it your dowry."
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