At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Luoyang City, Sword Museum.

There are many martial arts halls that teach sword attacks in the entire Luoyang City, but when it comes to sword art museums, they generally refer to the sword hall of "Sword Saint" Wang Yue.

Because this swordsmanship museum has the most famous and has the most disciples.

Shi A came back from outside and was about to enter the gate of the swordsman hall. He glanced at the "little beggar" kneeling not far away.

"Why haven't he left yet?" Shi A asked a round-faced disciple beside him.

The round-faced young man said, "Senior Brother, this little beggar is just a stubborn temper and can't even drive him away. Let's not worry about him, let him kneel down and die here."

Kneel at the door?

That certainly won't work.

Master is Your Majesty’s sword strike teaching, so you should pay attention to your face. If someone kneels to death at the entrance of the sword hall, the master’s face will probably be a bit bad.

Shi A walked up to the little beggar and asked, "Why do you want to become a disciple?"

The little beggar looked up at Shi A, and said firmly: "Seeking for survival, asking for swords, asking for Tao."

Shi A was stunned. This was the first time he heard such an answer.

"Have you read a book?" Shi A asked again.

The little beggar nodded and said, "I have read it."

Shia said, "What's your name?"

The little beggar said, "Wang Xiyao..."

Before he finished speaking, Wang Xiyao fainted and fell on the street.

...

Wang Xiyao woke up again and found himself lying on a wooden bed, which should be in the swordsmanship.

My thoughts fell into deep thought.

It was almost a month since he arrived in the Eastern Han Dynasty. Wang Xiyao had never had a full meal in these days. Luoyang City was the imperial capital of the Han Dynasty, but there was actually no essential difference between inside and outside the city. It was too difficult for the lower class people to survive.

Ordinary people really cannot eat, and their lives are like grass. They are all people who have no tomorrow. No one knows when they die and how they die.

It's a day to live.

Wang Xiyao was already 30 years old, but when he traveled to the Eastern Han Dynasty, he didn't know why he "rejuvenated" and turned into a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy.

Since we have come to this era, the first thing Wang Xiyao has to do is to do everything possible to survive.

Wang Xiyao graduated from university and still studied mathematics. Unfortunately, his professional knowledge is useless, at least for the time being, it has no effect.

Go to be a disciple of aristocratic families?

Wang Xiyao did not know the Four Books and Five Classics, nor did he have a master, and no one recognized his knowledge. This road is not clear.

Go to join the army and be a soldier?

There is no problem with this. However, when the two armies are fighting, the battlefield is a flesh-and-blood millstone, and Wang Xiyao may be crushed to death at any time. Wang Xiyao does not want to go on this road.

After visiting Luoyang City for a few days, Wang Xiyao finally found a way to survive.

Enter the swordsman hall and worship the swordsman Wang Yue as his master!

Rangers are a bit like members of the gangsters in later generations. They are unemployed vagrants and are looked down upon by powerful people and families. Not to mention the nameless ranger, even the top ranger like Sword Saint Wang Yue, they are still despised by the aristocratic family.

Wang Yue has been working hard until now, but he has just been a swordsman for the emperor, without any power or power, and even has no official position.

but.

Being a Ranger is Wang Xiyao's best choice, and it can even be said to be the only choice to survive.

At the beginning, Wang Xiyao was still reserved and couldn't kneel down, but when he was too hungry, he was thrown away the little reserve and knelt decisively in front of the gate of the swordsman hall.

I just hope to succeed in getting a disciple as soon as possible.

What's more, it is not embarrassing to kneel down and become a disciple.

Screaming.

The door opens.

The young man with round face walked in and said, "Boy, you're awake. Come with me, senior brother wants to see you."

Wang Xiyao stood up, followed the round-faced young man, and asked respectfully, "Dare you ask me about your surname?"

The young man with round face said, "My name is Ji Yun. You can call me Senior Brother Ji in the future."

Wang Xiyao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes, Senior Brother Ji." He put down his gaze and knelt at the gate of the swordsman hall for a day and a night until he fainted. He finally got what he wanted and could go to the swordsman hall.

With hope of living, Wang Xiyao is no longer so urgent and worried.

When Shi A saw Wang Xiyao, he said, "Wang Xiyao, since you have read books, your heart for seeking swords is considered sincere. You can live in the sword hall first. When the master comes back, I will report to him that at that time, you can officially go to the sword hall to learn swords."

Wang Xiyao was grateful: "Thank you, Senior Brother."

Wang Xiyao understood. He had the opportunity to worship in the swordsman hall not because of his sincerity in kneeling at the door for a day and a night, but because he had read books and read.

In this era, books were monopolized by aristocratic families. It is impossible for poor people to learn knowledge, but the probability is almost negligible.

Monopolizing wealth is not scary, but monopolizing books and knowledge is truly scary. The people are foolish all their lives and are played with by the aristocratic families until they die, and they don’t know how they die.

Gululu.

Wang Xiyao's stomach roared.

Shi A said to Ji Yun: "Junior Brother Ji, take Wang Xiyao to eat and help him settle down."

Ji Yun nodded and said, "Yes, senior brother."

Wang Xiyao held a large pottery bowl and looked at the coarse grains inside, and wanted to cry. This was the first full meal he had when he came to the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

………

Wang Xiyao carried a small bag of coarse grains and left Luoyang City and headed to the small village ten miles east.

He is going to visit a couple.

If the couple hadn't saved Wang Xiyao half a month ago, he might have starved to death on the roadside.

This couple is just an ordinary person and doesn't even have a name. However, both of them are kind-hearted people.

As the saying goes, a drop of water should be repaid with a spring of water.

If Wang Xiyao can survive now, he naturally wants to help the couple live together.

When he arrived at the earthen wall thatched hut, Wang Xiyao opened the door woven with bamboo and shouted softly: "Uncle, aunt, I'm back."

Hearing the sound, an elderly couple walked out happily. They looked old, but in fact they were just in their early forties. They had three children, and their eldest son was pulled into the army by a strong man the next year, but never came back. When Erya was two years old, she died of wind and cold, and her younger child was starved to death.

The couple rescued Wang Xiyao and treated him as their son. They hoped that when they passed away, someone would send him off.

The old woman took Wang Xiyao's hand and said, "It's good to come back. It's good to come back. We thought that you abandoned us and never came back."

Wang Xiyao comforted with a kind look: "Auntie, don't worry, I will not abandon you. I said that if you want to give up on your old age in the future, you will never go back on your word. I went to Luoyang City to find an errand, which took some time and came back a little late. I brought back some food. Auntie, uncle, you haven't eaten yet, right? I'll make porridge for you now."

When the old woman heard that there was food, her eyes lit up and she said, "Make porridge? Yao'er, you rest first, I'll do it, let me do it."

………

Wang Yue was wearing a black robe, a thin face, and a long gray beard, which made people feel that he was a scholar who was well-read in poetry and books.

If someone who didn't know him, he would never have thought that he would be the "Sword Saint" Wang Yue.

Wang Yue returned to the swordsmanship with a lot of resentment.

Shi A respectfully bowed and said, "Disciple has met Master."

Wang Yue nodded slightly and said, "Nothing has happened in the sword hall these days, right?"

Shi A reported to Wang Xiyao's joining the Sword Museum to Wang Yue. The owner of the Sword Museum was Wang Yue, but the one who was in charge was Shi A. He still had the right to recruit new disciples.

Wang Xiyao’s specialness is because he has read books.

There are only three people in the entire swordsman museum that have read books. Wang Yue, Shi A, and the newly joined Wang Xiyao. The others are all illiterate.

Wang Yue said: "A young man who has read books is actually willing to be a raider and wants to enter the sword hall to learn swords. It's really interesting. Shi, you can just handle such a small matter yourself. From now on, you will teach Wang Xiyao's sword skills."

Shi A nodded and said, "Yes, Master."

Wang Yue asked, "By the way, where are Wang Xiyao people?"

Shi A said: "In the morning, he received some food and went out of the city to visit the elders at home."

Wang Yue stroked his long beard and nodded slightly. Filial piety is the first priority for all virtues. Wang Xiyao has filial piety, which means that his character is not bad.

Seeing that Wang Yue was worried, Shi A said, "Master, have you been wronged again in the palace?"

Wang Yue's face changed slightly and he said coldly: "I haven't seen Your Majesty for half a year. Your Majesty seems to be not interested in learning swords. I went to see Zhang Rang today, hoping that he could speak a few good words in front of His Majesty, but this old man who had no sons and grandchildren actually had to ask me for money."

Emperor Liu Hong was not a wise king. Liu Hong was greedy for money and beautiful. In order to make money, he, an emperor, could even do business to buy and sell official positions.

Liu Hong had long been hollowed out by wine and had three or four years left. How could he be interested in learning swords? Maybe Liu Hong had long forgotten Wang Yue, the swordsman.

Wang Yue was deeply influenced by Confucianism.

Learn civil and martial arts, goods and imperial families.

Wang Yue came to Luoyang City just to seek an official position. Unfortunately, he had no power and financial resources, and he was born as a civilian, so it was so difficult to become an official.

In recent years, the Sword Museum has obtained a lot of money, but most of it has been in Zhang Rang's pocket. This money is a lot for Wang Yue, but eunuchs like Zhang Rang look down on them.

If you want to seek an official position, Wang Yue will have to pay at least ten times the price. Wang Yue feels that Zhang Rang is insatiable, but he has no choice.

After all, Wang Yue has invested so much before, so he doesn't want to give up easily.

Wang Yue asked: "Shi, how much money does the Sword Hall still have now?"

Shi A said: "Master, there is not much money left in the sword hall. If you take it out, you may not have any food for the disciples. If you want to get some money, you will have to wait until next month."
Chapter completed!