Unexpectedly, Yu Jin, who was lying on the ground, stared at the other party, and then said respectfully:

"Master, I lost."

The person who attacked Yu Jin was none other than Yu Jin's master Sheng Feng. His hair was half white. He looked about fifty or sixty years old. His appearance was ordinary, but he had a very long beard.

majestic.

Sheng Feng's hand was still holding Yu Jin's throat, and he asked Yu Jin:

"Sheng Yujin, you little kid, what happened today?"

It turns out that Yu Jin’s surname is Sheng. Sheng Yujin heard the master’s question and replied:

"Master, what did you say?"

Sheng Feng said angrily:

"The technique I taught you to strangle a willow knife is to be as light as the wind, just like blowing willow leaves. Are you strangling? Pick up the Yanling Dao as a saber wielder, and pick up the knife with both hands.

Isn’t it completely chaotic to chop and chop randomly? I didn’t have this problem before, what’s the problem?”

Sheng Yujin lowered his head and said:

"I'm here to let you poke me."

"Huh?" Sheng Feng became interested. After thinking for a moment, he asked:

"What do you mean by strangulation, you deliberately used the knife like this just to let me stab you, and you broke the bamboo stick with your foot because you planned to strangle it in advance?"

Sheng Yujin nodded and said:

"Yes, Master."

Sheng Feng made no secret of his appreciation and nodded with a smile, but then he frowned and asked:

"The first time I strangled you? When I slashed your left foot, you not only didn't dodge, but instead raised your right foot to kick, and then even grabbed it with your hands. Do you know that if I had a knife in my hand and strangled you, your hands and feet would be hit?

All must be cut off!”

Sheng Yujin opened his mouth, but did not speak. Sheng Feng saw it and said:

"If you want to, just say it, I won't scold you."

Sheng Yujin said:

"Because your handle is a bamboo stick, not a knife."

Hearing this, Sheng Feng opened his eyes wide, as if he was meeting Yu Jin for the first time. He looked at Yu Jin for a while and asked the next question:

"Why did you have to compete with me for palm power when we were fighting just now? Don't you know that you are young and have weak internal strength, so you are no match for me in palm power?"

Sheng Yujin answered honestly:

"I know."

Sheng Feng scolded with some reproach:

"Then you choke me, why do you still beat me like this?"

Sheng Yujin answered very naturally:

"But compared to bunt play, I'm no match for you."

Sheng Feng was silent now. He lowered his head and thought about it for a long time, then let go of his right hand, turned around and walked towards the back room, saying as he walked:

"Get up alone and cook for me, Gegouzile, you are amazing... One hundred and thirty-six, one hundred and thirty-six..."

After a while, the dishes were ready, and the master and apprentice sat opposite each other to enjoy dinner.

In Sheng Yujin's eyes, this evening was no different from the thousands of previous evenings, and today was exactly the same as the countless days in the past.

Cooking, doing farm work, learning martial arts, being taught by masters, and being verbally abused by the villagers in front of or behind their backs...

While Sheng Feng was eating, he chatted with Sheng Yujin like an ordinary farmer talking to his son.

"Jin'er, do you know that the old man Zhang from Luo Jie Village next door died?"

"Um……"

"The village chief's daughter has been missing for several days. Do you know what's wrong?"

"..."

"Gegou Rile, you just can't believe that his daughter, who is sixteen or seventeen years old, eloped with a young man who was said to be from Jinguancheng. The village chief was so angry that he couldn't help it, hahaha..."

"Um……"

"Jin'er, what's the weather like today? Are you annoyed by the sun?"

"Um……"

Sheng Feng felt that his apprentice seemed a little abnormal today and was very absent-minded. He put down his chopsticks, looked at Sheng Yujin, and then said:

"Is it a big deal that your clothes are wet?"

"Hmm...ah?" Sheng Yujin came back to his senses and frowned when his master asked him about his clothes, but he just shook his head and did not answer.

Sheng Feng didn't take it seriously and continued:

"Who is Lezi again?"

Sheng Yujin took a few mouthfuls of rice, put down the bowl, and replied in a low voice:

"Zhang Goucheng, Wang Xiaowu and a few children set fire to the old cow's tail, hoping that the old cow would trample our seedlings."

"Alas..." After hearing this, Sheng Feng sighed:

"Those who are little are being restrained by their mothers and fathers. They are a little bit older. How can they have a serious grudge against you?"

Sheng Yujin gritted his teeth nonchalantly, then stood up to put away the dishes and said coldly:

"I don't care."

After that, he walked towards the kitchen with the dishes and chopsticks he had put away. The muscles on his face suddenly jumped involuntarily, but his back was turned to the master, so Sheng Feng didn't notice it.

Sheng Feng looked at Yu Jin's back, thoughtful in his heart. After a long time, he seemed to have made up his mind on something. He nodded slowly, then got up and walked to the back room.

Sheng Yujin washed the dishes and chopsticks, wiped his hands, and was ready to do other things - the chickens hadn't been fed yet, the sickle for cutting pigweed hadn't been sharpened for a long time, cleaning the yard, washing clothes... Yu Jin and many others were busy.

It's different. Others would think that he has too many trivial chores, but Yu Jin never tires of doing it. Doing these miscellaneous farm work will make him feel peaceful and happy in his heart.

Just as he walked out of the kitchen, Sheng Feng's voice came from far away from the bedroom:

"Jin'er, come here."

Sheng Yujin put down the work in his hands and quickly came to the bedroom of his master Sheng Feng. He saw Sheng Feng sitting upright, and there was an extra box on the table, an expensive-looking box. At least... at least he was with the village chief.

(Wife’s) jewelry box is just as expensive.

"Huh!!" Sheng Yujin exclaimed - I didn't expect Master to have such a valuable box here.

"Master, why are you calling me claws?" Yu Jin bowed respectfully and said with cupped fists - he had not studied much since he was a child, and this fist-cupping ceremony was the first etiquette he had ever learned.

Of course, I didn’t learn a few in total.

Sheng Feng's eyes were half closed, as if he was deep in thought. After a long time, he sighed and asked Yu Jin:

"Jin'er, how many moves have you received from me today?"

At this time, he did not use the Sichuan accent that he was accustomed to, but instead spoke very fluent Mandarin.

Sheng Yujin was stunned for a moment and replied:

"One hundred and thirty-six moves... Master, why do you have to speak to me with a bad accent? It's a bit awkward (like) those officials who speak in a bad accent. It's strange..."

"No, no, don't think so." Sheng Feng shook his head meaningfully and said:

"Jin'er, remember, from today on, you will have to use Mandarin when speaking to others. When you were a child, you went to a rural school and the teacher spoke Mandarin. You should learn more in the future."

"Yes." Yu Jin agreed, but still asked in confusion:

"Master, why... no, why do you want to speak Mandarin? The people I usually talk to all speak Sichuan dialect. Is this a big deal?"

He had been exposed to a lot of local accents since he was a child. Now that his master ordered him to speak Mandarin, he couldn't change it for a while.

Sheng Feng said slowly:

"Because you are leaving here soon."

"Leave? Go?" Sheng Yujin was stunned for a moment and said with great reluctance:

"Master, did I do something wrong? Why...why did I have to rush Yu Jin away?"

"Don't panic, don't panic. Listen to my teacher." Sheng Feng said with a smile:

"I'm not driving you away as a teacher, but you have proven that you are qualified to go down the mountain."

Yu Jin said in confusion:

"prove?"

"Yes," Sheng Feng pointed outside the hospital:

"The total distance from the threshold to the door of the main hall to pick up the sword is less than four feet. But when your master tested me, it took me three years just to walk these four feet... and then I can take one hundred moves from your master.
To be continued...