Yang Buwei frowned and looked up and down at the little boy lying on the sofa.
"Brother Wang, to be honest, this man is a rare talent. I think if you have this intention, you can accept him as a disciple, and you also have the strength to accept a disciple."
"I went to Xiahou's house to look for you before I came back. I heard from Xiahoujun that you have broken through to the sixth level. This is simply a miracle. Why not choose one person to pass it on?"
After Yang Buwei finished speaking, Wang Gensheng fell into deep thought.
If it were another family, the matter of accepting a disciple would be normal.
But Wang Gensheng did not have a so-called family, and there was no honor to follow him, let alone a place in Kyoto City.
"Brother Yang, if I accept him as my disciple, I'm afraid it will bring him a lot of unnecessary trouble. If I meet someone like Feng Er again, I'm afraid something big will happen."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little boy sat up suddenly and looked at Wang Gensheng and Yang Buwei stupidly.
Yang Buwei looked at his confused eyes, pointed at Wang Gensheng and said.
"The person you are looking for is here."
As soon as Yang Buwei finished speaking, the little boy knelt down in front of Wang Gensheng with a plop.
"Disciple Pan Yang pays homage to the master."
Wang Gensheng immediately stood up and helped him up.
"I know nothing about you, let alone why I agreed to be your master. You called me too early."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little boy knelt on the ground again.
He said in a dignified manner with his hands clasped into fists.
"I am from the Pan family in Kyoto City. My father told me to find a kind-hearted and responsible person to be my disciple, so I came here."
After Pan Yang finished speaking, Yang Buwei thought for a moment and asked in surprise.
"Are you Pantheon's son?"
The little boy turned around and said very respectfully.
"Exactly."
Yang Buwei took a breath of cold air and said in disbelief.
"Brother Gensheng, Pan Sen is from a well-known scholarly family in our city of Kyoto and plays an important role in the education sector. I didn't expect that a person with spiritual roots would appear in his family. This is really gratifying."
Wang Gensheng had also heard about Kang Sen's reputation in Kyoto City.
Unexpectedly, such a prestigious family could actually allow their son to lower his dignity and come to him, and wait at the door for 20 days.
"I came here by myself, not by my father, so what I did has nothing to do with my father, and I asked my senior to accept me as his disciple."
Wang Gensheng looked at the teenage boy in front of him. His words and deeds showed everyone's style.
I had a crush on him for a while.
He reached out and touched Pan Yang's head and said.
"Get up and tell me why you came to me."
Pan Yang stood up straight, sat on the sofa, looked directly at Wang Gensheng and said slowly.
"When I was born, my second uncle told my father that I was born with a fire attribute spiritual root."
"My father didn't want me to follow my second uncle because he had evil intentions, so he asked me to find a suitable person by myself and become his disciple."
"No one knows your name during this period, so I think you should be a trustworthy person, so I came to find you and want to be your disciple."
After Pan Yang finished speaking, he looked at Wang Gensheng expectantly.
Wang Gensheng frowned in confusion.
"Can you tell me who your second uncle is?"
Pan Yang replied very respectfully: "My second uncle is an alchemist in Kyoto City, and his name is Pan Ran."
Wang Gensheng couldn't remember who Pan Ran was at the moment, but he expressed his approval of the little boy's father's approach.
I would rather let him become his disciple than someone else, rather than let him become his second uncle.
Because of this, Wang Gensheng had already accepted him as his disciple in his heart.
Yang Buwei suddenly asked: "Even if you have spiritual roots, you can choose to inherit the tradition of your family and become a disciple of a scholarly family. Why did you choose to practice this path?"
Pan Yang replied without hesitation: "I want to make the world more peaceful. I don't want to see bad people oppressing people and doing nothing."
"If I choose to be a child of a scholarly family, I can only stand by and watch unfair things happen. If I can cultivate myself, I will definitely help when I see unfair things."
Yang Buwei saw that he answered very firmly and without any hesitation. It seemed that he had made up his mind.
"Brother Wang, I think you should consider this. This little boy has a good heart."
Wang Gensheng looked at Pan Yang and said: "I hope you will remember what you said today and continue to do so in the future. Don't let me down."
As soon as he finished speaking, Pan Yang immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.
"Don't worry, master, I won't let you down."
Wang Gensheng took a deep breath and burst into laughter.
Looking at the little boy in front of me with his eyes shining, I felt an inexplicable sense of anticipation.
Then he took out an elixir from the storage ring and handed it over and said: "With the blessing of this elixir, you can quickly master the breathing of heaven and earth spiritual energy from entering the Qi refining stage."
After Pan Yang took the elixir, he cupped his hands into fists.
"Thank you, master, for giving me the medicine. I will definitely practice well."
Wang Gensheng nodded with satisfaction.
"Go back tomorrow and tell your family clearly that you have accepted me as your teacher, so they don't have to worry. If you have anything, you can tell me directly."
Then he took out a talisman and handed it to Pan Yang and said.
"If you carry this talisman with you, I can detect your aura at any time. If you encounter any danger, you can pour mana into the talisman, and I will appear by your side immediately."
After saying that, Wang Gensheng looked at Yang Buwei with a wicked smile and said.
"Brother Yang, do you have any greeting gifts for your nephew?"
Yang Buwei laughed.
"Brother Wang, I have already guessed that you would say this."
After speaking, he took out a sword as thin as a cicada's wings from his storage bag and handed it over.
"I asked Luo Heng to forge this sword out of deep sea black iron. Although it is as thin as a cicada's wings, it is extremely sharp and indestructible."
Pan Yang looked at the sword in Yang Buwei's hand eagerly, showing a longing expression.
Wang Gensheng looked at the sword in his hand and knew it was not an ordinary sword with its cold light.
"Brother Yang, are you really willing to hand over this sword to him?"
Yang Buwei handed it to Pan Yang without hesitation and said.
"This sword belongs to you now. You can give it a name."
After Pan Yang took the sword excitedly, he played with it in his hands.
"Since this sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, let me call it Zen."