Faced with this sudden scene, Mo Wentian was also a little confused. The young man in front of him was about the same age as him, only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his face showed a perseverance that was inconsistent with his age. He knelt down and was definitely not.
No hesitation at all.
"This this……"
Mo Wentian had never thought of this situation, and for a moment he forgot to reach out to help the young man up. On the other hand, Aunt Bai, who was standing tall and sturdy, reacted the fastest. She took three steps at a time and came to Mo Wentian, and stretched out her hand.
, and lifted the young man's body up.
"My little kid knows how to make noises all day long. Don't be offended, little sir. Okay, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and put away the firewood!"
Aunt Bai awkwardly expressed her apology to Mo Wentian, while giving the boy a firm blow. The boy didn't say anything when he saw Mo Wentian. In the end, he couldn't resist Aunt Bai, so he had to squat on the ground and pick up thorns dejectedly.
When he came, he glanced at Mo Wentian silently and unwillingly.
"Aunt Bai, is this...?"
Upon hearing Mo Wentian's inquiry, Aunt Bai turned her gaze back to the young man who was looking aggrieved. The fierce look just now disappeared and was replaced by a smile on his face.
"Hey, this is my baby, his name is Bai Zhan. The little guy can endure hardships and is willing to work. In the future, he will definitely be more promising than his dead father!"
Speaking of her son, Aunt Bai looked proud. Now she and Bai Zhan are the only two people in Aunt Bai's family who depend on each other. Bai Zhan's father died early, and it was Aunt Bai who raised Bai Zhan alone. Over the years, she has been orphaned and widowed.
My mother has also suffered a lot. Now that Bai Zhan has grown up and can help share some of the labor, Aunt Bai is looking forward to the day when Bai Zhan will be successful.
Hearing Aunt Bai's explanation, Mo Wentian still felt a little emotional. You know, when Mo Wentian woke up, the genius was still bright. According to the time in his previous life, because the day dawned earlier in summer, it was less than five o'clock.
The shape of a clock.
But when Mo Wentian got up, he didn't see Bai Zhan going out. After Mo Wentian practiced sword skills for a quarter of an hour, Bai Zhan had even come back with a load of firewood. Even though Mo Wentian was a beggar in his previous life,
Yun has never worked so hard. It turns out that a child from a poor family has already become the head of the family.
It wasn't until breakfast that Mo Wentian truly understood how much this young man named Bai Zhan could endure hardships.
Although the breakfast was not sumptuous, Aunt Bai's good cooking skills still made Mo Wentian devour it for a while. However, under Bai Zhan's unabashed admiration, Mo Wentian was still a little embarrassed, so he had to bite the bullet and cook carefully.
Take a closer look at this white war.
Since Bai Zhan wanted to become his master, Mo Wentian subconsciously looked at Bai Zhan's hands. Mo Wentian was a swordsman, so naturally the only thing he could teach Bai Zhan was swordsmanship, and to measure whether a person is a swordsman or not
One of the indispensable qualifications for becoming a swordsman is his hands.
Although Bai Zhan was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, his hands were very rough, and even the palms and backs of his hands were covered with fine scars. Mo Wentian noticed in particular that there were several new additions to Bai Zhan's fingers.
There is an obvious wound, which must have been inflicted today.
"Um, what happened to your hand?"
This was the first time that Mo Wentian said a complete sentence to Bai Zhan, which made Bai Zhan, a little kid, so excited that he immediately waved his hand pretending to be heroic.
"Hey, it's okay. I was scratched by a thorn when I was chopping firewood this morning. It's okay."
Mo Wentian looked at Bai Zhan and felt a little funny. He now knew that the reason why Jingji Village was called Jingji Village was precisely because there was a large dense bush of thorn forest behind the village, and the villagers in Jingji Village generally called it Jingji Village.
The only disadvantage of cutting thorns for firewood is that they are covered with dark thorns, making it easy to scratch your palms when cutting them.
From Bai Zhan's hands, Mo Wentian could see that this child did this job for more than a day or two. This shows that Bai Zhan is really a hard-working person.
"You don't have to get up early to cut firewood. Why did you go out so early?"
This was a small question in Mo Wentian's mind. Faced with this question, Bai Zhanshen was solemn. He seemed to think that this was an "adult" meeting him in the exam, and he immediately straightened his back.
"Because only by chopping wood earlier can you have more time to practice your sword!"
After hesitating for a moment, Bai Zhan secretly glanced at Aunt Bai, and finally plucked up the courage to say another sentence. This sentence also moved Mo Wentian's face.
"My mother said that nowadays martial arts practitioners have a better future than farming, so I have to become a martial artist so that my mother can live a better life!"
Aunt Bai had just been quietly listening to the conversation between Mo Wentian and her baby, without interrupting. Perhaps in the heart of this farm lady, Mo Wentian's arrival was regarded as a hope, until this moment
After a moment, Aunt Bai secretly wiped the corners of her eyes and showed a happy smile.
"Do you know how to become a warrior?"
Hearing Mo Wentian's words, Xiao Baizhan's eyes finally dimmed and he slowly lowered his head. As a low-level person among ordinary people, a warrior is like a god above him, allowing him to reach out to him.
It’s beyond my capabilities, let alone such a profound topic as how to become a warrior.
Although the answer to this question is not a top secret, it is also the watershed that separates thousands of sects from the ordinary world. If you have not officially joined the sect, then ordinary people are not qualified to know the secrets.
So Bai Zhan shook his head in frustration.
Facing Bai Zhan's answer, Mo Wentian did not show any disappointment, because the method of communicating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to temper the body is indeed something that is out of reach for ordinary people, so Mo Wentian put down his bowl and chopsticks,
Showed a smile.
"Then after breakfast, find a quiet place and I will teach you!"
Huo Ran raised his head, and Bai Zhan's eyes erupted with blazing light again, and his scarred little hands began to tremble rapidly. He stood up and knelt down to Mo Wentian again.
This time, Mo Wentian was well prepared, and immediately rushed to Bai Zhan's side, firmly holding the young man's shoulders, his face deliberately stern.
"Bai Zhan, there is gold at the knees of a man. Don't kneel down easily. Since you have decided to become a warrior, the first thing you must learn is the dignity of a warrior!"
"I can only teach you some basics of martial arts, but I can't teach you the unique techniques of my sect. After you truly become a martial artist, you still need to walk the road yourself or join the sect.
Or practice alone, it’s up to you.”
"I am willing to teach you martial arts today to repay Aunt Bai for saving my life!"
Seemingly seeing Mo Wentian's serious face, Bai Zhan no longer persisted, but still bowed to Mo Wentian. Although Mo Wentian said it was to repay his kindness, such an opportunity was extremely precious to Bai Zhan.
, it’s almost like reaching the sky in one step!
Aunt Bai on the side was also a little excited. She seemed to have seen the hope that her baby would become a warrior. In Aunt Bai's opinion, this was a promising prospect. It seemed that this was the blessing of the dead old man's spirit in heaven. The Bai family would have a bright future.
No way.
Mo Wentian had finished his breakfast, tidied up a little, and then walked into the courtyard. Seeing this, Bai Zhan hurriedly took a few mouthfuls of porridge. He didn't even have time to wipe his mouth, so he hurriedly followed Mo Wentian's footsteps.
I'm afraid that after a while, this "little adult" will regret it.
Aunt Bai looked at her son's anxious look and smiled in her eyes. She stood up and put away the dishes. Even her movements seemed much lighter than usual.
"Is there any place nearby that is suitable for martial arts training?"
After Aunt Bai's reminder just now, Mo Wentian finally decided to find a quiet place this time. Otherwise, let alone the sunken ground, I am afraid that in a short time, the villagers of Jingji Village will be disturbed by this movement.
Come to "visit" the legendary warrior.
"Ah! I know. It's quite quiet right where I chop wood, and the place is spacious."
Not long after, Xiao Bai Zhan took Mo Wentian to a forest of thorns, which was where Bai Zhan cut firewood every day. Looking around, he saw large dense thorns with sharp thorns, which seemed to be guarding the place.
A territory that belongs to them, with a few dancing golden flowers occasionally mixed in among the thorns, bringing a little warmth to the coldness.
"Is this the thorn flower?"
Mo Wentian was stunned for a moment, then calmed down and nodded to Bai Zhan with satisfaction. This is really a suitable place for practicing swordsmanship. You won't be disturbed by others, and you don't have to worry about causing any damage.
"Then let's get started. I'll give you a set of basic knife skills first."
Bai Zhan stared at Mo Wentian excitedly and took off the hatchet from his waist. His palms were sweating nervously. Following Mo Wentian's demonstration, Bai Zhan also began to raise the only weapon in his hand, a little clumsily.
The earth began to dance with Mo Wentian.
"Pay more attention to the strength of your arms, not your wrists. This is not a sword dance, but a chopping knife!"
"You must pay attention to adjusting your breathing, not disorderly, and coordinate with your own movements!"
"The strength of the waist can drive the arms, thereby increasing the control of the knife..."
"Don't just use brute force, but also pay attention to accuracy. Every movement cannot be biased, so that you can save more energy..."
…
It took a full two hours for Mo Wentian to teach Bai Zhan all the most basic sword skills. This sword skill is not a sect's secret code. There are even such sword skills in many other sects, so even if
The Bai Zhan Academy cannot be regarded as Mo Wentian's private teaching.
This set of basic sword techniques is used by the Xiaoyao Sect to lay the foundation for ordinary disciples. Once a disciple shows a strong talent, he will be selected as a formal disciple before he can practice such things as the "Xiaoyao Sword Technique"
The secret skills of the Xiaoyao sect.
However, even the basic sword skills are enough for an ordinary person to achieve the effect of body tempering, and thus be promoted to the ranks of real warriors, that is, the first level of body tempering. Therefore, this set of sword skills is perfect for today's Bai Zhan.
Appropriately.
After several times of guidance and correction, Bai Zhan was able to dance the hatchet in a decent manner. Mo Wentian knew that this was Bai Zhan's first time practicing the knife, so he should not do it too hastily, otherwise it might be counterproductive, but
It seems like this guy is more talented than me.
"After practicing a complete set of sword techniques, you can carefully feel the energy of heaven and earth washing and moving in your body. After being tempered and refined by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, your mortal body will gradually transform and strengthen. This is the way to enter martial arts!"
When Mo Wentian said this, he also had mixed feelings in his heart. He seemed to recall the first time his master taught him how to practice swordsmanship. He didn't know where his master was now and when he would return.
"Once upon a time, I was just a humble beggar on the roadside, but I didn't expect that now I have the ability to change the fate of others..."
Sighing slightly, he looked at Bai Zhan, who was full of fighting spirit in the sun. Mo Wentian regained his composure, raised the broken knife in his hand to the level of his eyebrows, his shoulders darkened, stared at the dense thorns ahead, and suddenly pointed the broken knife towards