The storyteller has long heard the name of the famous swordsman Master Mito, but like everyone else on the mainland, he has never seen Mr. Mito in person.
When he heard his name, he perked up and bowed in salute: "I have met Mr. Siren."
This is a real senior!
It's different from the names like "The Eighth Sword Immortal".
The title "Mr. Siren" represents the achievements of the Meisi people in the inheritance of ancient sword cultivation, and they should be regarded as the masters of a hundred generations!
"Um."
Mei Si knocked on his paper fan and didn't respond much. He just looked at the Eight Masters and said straight to the point: "I've gone through all the trouble to arrange to meet at a place like this, but I don't know why you came here to find me?"
"For the inheritance of kendo, and for the future of kendo." Bazun is well versed in righteousness and strict speech.
Mei Si raised his eyebrows imperceptibly, obviously not expecting to get such an answer.
He smiled and said: "The Eighth Sword Immortal is a great talent in this world and is proficient in the nine major sword arts. If it is for the inheritance of swordsmanship and the future of swordsmanship, I think what you can do is not much worse than the old man."
"I can't." Ba Zunzhen shook his head decisively, "I have sealed my sword long ago, but now that the 'ban on martial arts' is in force, my body has also become weak. I have had a lot of troubles in my life, and it is no longer suitable for strenuous activities.
"
Feng Jian... Mei Siren's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly thought of the young swordsman he met on the first floor of the sky.
His inference, did the mantra hit the eight gods and understand the current situation?
Sure enough, my vision did not miss it.
That kid that day was a genius!
It's a pity that the other party has great ambitions and doesn't want to be his apprentice.
Mei Si was filled with regret, but with a smile on his face, he said: "Since your 'rebirth', the 'activities' you have done cannot be called 'ordinary'. This is your latest act towards the Holy Slave."
self-interpretation?”
He had something to say, and he obviously knew at this time that the Eight Masters killed seven hundred people in white clothes in the White Cave, sent Gou Wuyue back to the mountain to be imprisoned, went fishing in the Yunlun Mountains, single-handedly planned the Saint War, and also attracted the world with rare treasures.
I am eager to see the city in the sky.
And the reality is also true. Each of these, one after another, is not a sign of "not suitable for strenuous activities"?
Bazun smiled and said: "Mr. Siren must be able to see more than this level. But ordinary people can accidentally trample ants to death when walking. What I do, except for the white cave, is just playing chess.
...How can a mere game of chess be called a 'violent activity'?"
The people in Meisi were silent.
Chess game...
This sounds easy to say, but the object you are playing chess with is not simple.
"As expected of the Eighth Sword Immortal!" After praising, Mei Siren stopped delving into further details and returned to the topic, "So, what exactly do you want me to help you with?"
Bazun looked at him deeply: "Teach me the sword!"
Teaching swordsmanship?
The people of Meisi were shocked.
Of course, it was impossible for him to interpret Bazun's words as meaning that he wanted to teach the opponent swordsmanship himself. How could he start teaching this?
What the other person said could only mean that he wanted to teach someone the way of ancient sword cultivation.
Who could it be?
What a great face!
How noble is it to have the Eight Masters personally come forward and persuade people to teach swordsmanship?
Without thinking carefully, Mei Si responded: "This seems to be your strength as well? And 'teaching swords' cannot be regarded as 'violent activity'."
"Of course not." Bazun smiled knowingly, "Unfortunately, I am busy playing chess and can't spare time to teach others."
There is no time... Meisi people were choked by this reason.
You don’t have time, so you ask me to teach you. Is this so logical that it’s a bit outrageous?
Is the old man like that kind of person who has plenty of time?
Feeling sullen in his chest, Mei Siren opened his mouth and laughed "hehe" and stopped talking.
In fact, he and Ba Zunzhen had not met much here and had no good friendship, so naturally they would not think of agreeing to the other party's unreasonable request.
"How is it?" Bazun asked with a smile as he seemed not to notice Mr. Siren's expression and language.
Mei Siren paused. The person on the other end was obviously not really stupid and failed to understand what he meant.
Can "teach people"...
Meisi people never like to be forced.
He teaches people to rely solely on fate and God's will. He will not force anyone, nor will he deliberately force fate or encounter.
Expecting this, Mei Siren didn't respond silently, but with a "swipe" sound, he opened the folding fan in his hand, pointed the fan at the two people in front of him, and shook it gently.
The wind is howling by the river, why do we need a paper fan to cool us down?
But when the paper fan was twisted out, the eyes of the Eight Masters and the Storyteller stopped and fell on the fan.
On it, there are three large Chinese characters:
"I reject."
The storyteller was stunned.
He watched closely and never saw Mr. Mito change the paper fan.
As soon as the other party appeared, he had the paper fan in his hand.
Doesn't this mean that from the very beginning, Mr. Siren made up his mind that he would never accept his brother's request, and he never wanted to get involved with the Holy Slave?
yes!
If he accepts this, he is more than just a "teacher of swordsmanship"?
This directly means that Mr. Siren has entered the arena, and the camp he has chosen is the opposite of the "Holy Slave" Holy Temple!
The storyteller knows that Mr. Si Ren can be alone because he has no position of his own. He never takes sides and is only obsessed with the art of swordsmanship.
On the side, the eight acquaintances and the storyteller were thinking very differently.
He was not at all surprised, and quickly looked away from the three characters on the fan, as if he had never seen it before.
"Mr. Si Ren, there are times when you cherish your talents, right?" He meant something, as if recalling the scene where the young man fought with his sword at the end of the world, and Wen Ting met the Mei Si people in the snow.
Mei Siren read the meaning of the other side and did not respond. He still gently shook the folding fan in his hand:
I reject!
Ba Zunzhen did not give up and asked: "If so, is he a great talent like me?"
Mei Siren's movements froze.
If he was so boastful about others, he would turn around and leave.
But when Bazun said this, his heart moved.
However, heartbeat represents death.
Meisi didn't want to take such a risk, so he waved the paper fan again and said with a smile: "I appreciate talents, but I am never good at being a teacher, and I don't like to force myself in everything..."
"What if he is Xu Xiaoshou?" Ba Zunzun interrupted with a turbid gaze.
The storyteller looked sideways, surprised.
He had not previously known that the Eight Masters knew the purpose of this trip.
But when Ba Zunzun said personally that he was here for Xu Xiaoshou, the storyteller suddenly felt a little...jealous?
Brother, have you ever been so kind to someone?
Mei Siren stopped shaking the fan again and raised his brows. After three breaths, his expression calmed down and he said: "So that's it... But if the person who teaches the sword is Xu Xiaoshou, then this
It’s even more impossible.”
"Why?" asked the storyteller.
Mei Siren glanced at him and said with a smile: "To be honest, I have met Xu Xiaoshou and wanted to teach him, but unfortunately, he did not accept the kindness."
The Eight Masters seemed to have known everything for a long time and said calmly: "Xu Xiaoshou has a very high self-esteem. He only accepts the tough and not the soft. To put it bluntly, he is arrogant. He was even forced to become a disciple by Sang Qiye because he has
I have a relationship at the back, so I won’t accept Mr. Siren’s kindness.”
This statement is too plain, and it already means a bit like "I am here, and he is right to refuse, because he really doesn't need you."
If it had been anyone else, Mei Siren would have turned around and left, but if Bazun was familiar with it, he would have recognized it.
However, the facts can be recognized, and Mei Si is absolutely impossible to accept the other party's words. He said with a funny face: "Is it possible that I still need to force him to teach him swordsmanship?"
"Of course not. This is not in line with Mr. Siren's style. It is too out of style." Bazun shook his head, "You cannot have normal contact with people like Xu Xiaoshou."
Mei Siren unconsciously closed his folding fan and knocked it gently, but did not ask any questions.
When you ask, you will reveal your thirst for knowledge.
But Ba Zunzhen had already seen that Mei Siren was moved by him, or in other words, the other party had been moved by Xu Xiaoshou for a long time, but he had no choice but to leave in the end.
If Xu Xiaoshou really wanted to agree, maybe the Meisi people would have joined in!
To be honest, what kind of "teacher" wouldn't like Xu Xiaoshou's talent?
Thinking of Xu Xiaoshou, Ba Zunzhen thought of Sang Lao.
To deal with Xu Xiaoshou, you need someone like Sang Lao, not a meek guy like Mei Si!
Ever since, Ba Zunzun grinned and said: "Mr. Siren, you might as well think about it from another angle. Xu Xiaoshou is so talented that you don't really need to 'teach' him, as long as you can make him understand what he should 'learn'.
My request has been granted."
Not "teaching", but allowing them to "learn"?
Meisi people were doubtful, but Chrysostom was finally told: "I would like to hear the details."
"Hit him!" Bazun said concisely and concisely.
beat?
The storyteller on the side looked back at his brother in shock, and his expression suddenly became strange.
The people of Meisi were also frightened.
Hit someone?
How can this be accomplished?
How is this the way to be a teacher?
Bazun knew that both of them had misunderstood what he meant, so he sighed and explained:
"Mr. Siren, Xu Xiaoshou is a very human being. He needs to be 'taught' rather than 'taught'. Any actions that may occur under normal circumstances will not cause him any trouble...
"But hitting him is different!"
Bazun's expression suddenly became vivid, and under the surprised and suspicious gazes of the Mei Si people, he spoke eloquently:
"Xu Xiaoshou is a rebellious person by nature. As I said before, he will accept the tough but not the soft. He will never appreciate your good advice.
"But if you hit him, scold him, humiliate him, he will feel hatred and want revenge.
"This person's character is... special, but his ability to learn is extremely strong. If you humiliate him with swordsmanship, he will have the idea of 'treating someone else's body with his own way', and then he will learn what you use and use it.
What you learned.
"In this way, won't our goal be achieved?"
After the Eight Masters finished speaking, the storyteller, a native of Meisi, listened blankly, and then both fell silent.
Is this too much understanding of Xu Xiaoshou?
I also think... the storyteller has complicated emotions.
Is it really feasible? The people of Meisi are still wondering.
He soon realized, why did he do this hard work?
It was clear that Ba Zunzhen didn't want to do such a bad thing and make people angry, so he called him here.
There is no such thing as "I don't have time" or "it is not suitable for strenuous activities". They are all excuses!
"Using hatred to stimulate people's desire to learn is such a despicable and despicable method. I can't do it." Mei Siren sneered, then opened the "I refuse" folding fan with a brush and slowly waved it.
If you refuse, then go away, why are you still here... Bazun knows what's funny in his heart, but he still gives a solution to the problem seriously:
"Mr. Siren is serious, this is not a tactic, but to deal with someone...well, teach students in accordance with their aptitude.
"Since you are afraid that Xu Xiaoshou will be resentful, it is very simple. You only need to give him some comfort and hints while beating him.
"With Xu Xiaoshou's intelligence, he will surely understand it and feel grateful afterwards.
"Both the sticks and the jujubes go together. I believe that you, sir, are much more experienced in dealing with such bad students than I am."
The Eight Masters shut up at the right moment, leaving Mei Siren alone in deep thought.
Well, the storyteller was also meditating, but his thoughts seemed to have wandered to an unknown place.
After a long time, the paper fan was closed again. Mei Si struck his palms and pretended to ask: "Old man, why do I need to help you?"
Because he is Xu Xiaoshou... Bazun knows it well.
Who among the sword cultivators in the Eastern Region doesn't know that Mei Si and Yu Tu fought in a sleight of hand, and ended up losing completely?
Because Mr. Yutu had trained an eighth swordsman, Mei Si people were all over the world, but not even one of them could master it.
But at this time, Mr. Siren couldn't save face and needed an excuse. Bazun Shu could understand it very well.
"This is a request from this junior, and in return, I can send you to the City in the Sky." Bazun said with a knowing smile, "There, there is what every spiritual refiner in the world longs for, the Holy Dao Foundation!"
Do I lack this thing... Mei Si's voice rang out, and he looked at Bazun Shu with an expressionless face, but saw the opposite face with the same calm expression, holding the pearl of wisdom in hand.
It seems that Ba Zunzun thought that the conditions he gave were very tempting to him.
Meisi people suddenly laughed.
This is indeed very tempting.
But it's not the "canonized Daoji", but the person Xu Xiaoshou.
"Being a saint or something like that, you and I are both ancient sword cultivators, so there's no need to talk about it because it's meaningless."
Mei Siren shook his head and said: "As for Xu Xiaoshou, I can help you, but the conditions are not what you said, and I don't lack anything for the time being... Just think of it as a favor that you owe me!"
As soon as these words came out, the storyteller's thoughts were brought back to reality and he looked at him with a look of surprise.
Ba Zunzun was stunned for a moment, and the next second, color bloomed on his face.
It’s good to owe a favor!
If you are an ordinary person, it is difficult to repay a favor, so it is best not to owe it.
But when an old man like Mei Si, who has no worries and no position in his life, will really let himself help, wouldn't it be equivalent to announcing to the world that he is on the side of the Holy Slave?
Ba Zunzhen almost thought that he heard wrongly, but he would rather make a mistake than give the other party a chance to change his story, so he immediately took over the words: "Sir, I admire your talent very much. If you are asked, you can speak at any time. Why do you need favors?"
The Meisi people beat their paper fans and said with a smile: "It will happen."
After saying this, Ba Zunzun suddenly realized that the other person had already understood the misunderstanding his words would cause.
But this is actually not a misunderstanding at all!
Meisi people have already wanted to join the game!
"Xu Xiaoshou, where are you now?" Mei Siren asked, as if he couldn't wait a moment and wanted to beat someone.
Ba Zunzhen suddenly fell silent. The other person was so frank. For a moment, he felt ashamed for preparing his back-up plan.
"Huh?" Mei Si said with a nasal voice, as if he could smell the conspiracy again.
Bazun sighed: "Sir, when you see Xu Xiaoshou again, you should be... on Void Island."
The Meisi people were stunned immediately.
Void Island?
Doesn't this mean that as long as he agrees to the Eight Masters, no matter what, he will go to Void Island with the help of the Holy Slave, and then be recognized by the Holy Temple as having chosen a side, and is also the opposite of the Holy Temple?
"The Eighth Sword Immortal is indeed a prodigy in gaming. He plays chess and chess... It turns out that this old man is also a chess piece." Mei Si smiled half-heartedly.
"Ahem..." Ba Zunzhen coughed twice in embarrassment and did not dare to answer, "What about Xu Xiaoshou?"
"Hmph!" Mei Siren snorted heavily and pointedly said, "A decrepit student is no worse than Yu Tu's apprentice!"
After saying this, he opened the paper fan again and shook it slowly.
This time, what is aimed at the two saint slaves is not the side with the three big words "I refuse", but the other side that has been hidden all this time: