The scorching sun was in the sky. Deng Jiuru was riding a horse in the courtyard, standing in a squatting position, with stone buckets full of well water hanging on his two arms. Big beads of sweat dripped down his forehead, and his chest and back were covered with sweat.

His clothes were already soaked, but despite this, his steps were as steady as a rock, the stone buckets on both arms were hung firmly, and the water surface was so calm that there was no trace of fluctuation.

Su Baiyun watched all this in the shade of the house, with a satisfied smile on his face. This child was rescued from a pile of dead people when he passed by a small mountain village. He had seen too many such children, and they were able to live comfortably after the disaster.

Everyone wants to learn kung fu to take revenge and make a name for themselves in the world.

However, if you want to practice martial arts, you must not only have the qualifications, but more importantly, the perseverance to endure hard work. Until now, he is very satisfied with Deng Jiuru.

This child's qualifications are acceptable, but he has been practicing the most laborious and lonely basic skills for a month, but his perseverance and hard work can make up for his shortcomings. This child must be promising.

When the sun turned to the west and the hour came, Deng Jiuru unloaded the bucket, went back to the house and drank a big bowl of water. Su Baiyun looked at it happily and said with a smile: "Jiuru, you are so stupid

You have practiced your basic skills well. From today on, I will officially call you moves."

"Yes, Master." Deng Jiuru was happy in his heart. Although everything that happened in front of him was so unbelievable, it was true that he had returned to the time when he was rescued by Su Baiyun and returned to Luyun Peak when he was twelve years old.

He has been heartless all his life, and in this life, he can no longer be confused no matter what, otherwise God, who gave him a chance, will definitely send down a violent thunder and strike him down.

Practicing was tiring, hard, and boring, but every time he gritted his teeth and persisted until the end. Who told him to stand by that person's side?

Deng Jiuru studied sincerely and was not afraid of hardship. Su Baiyun was happy, and he also taught sincerely and without hiding anything. The master and the apprentice taught and learned like this. There was no sun and moon in the mountains. In the blink of an eye, five years passed. Deng Jiuru was seventeen years old, and he taught Su Baiyun.

Su Baiyun was so happy that he was so eager to learn that he called Deng Jiuru over that day and said:

"I'm very satisfied with you as a Kung Fu master now, but it's useless to practice this Kung Fu by yourself every day. If you want to make further progress, you have to go to the world of martial arts. You have to slap a few people with your palms to make progress, and you have to stab people with your sword."

It takes a few holes to grow, you understand?”

Deng Jiuru rolled his eyes. How could he not know in his previous life that Su Baiyun had such a wicked heart hidden under Su Baiyun's serious and upright appearance? He slapped people a few times and poked holes in them, but Deng Jiuru rolled his eyes.

Hehehe smiled.

"How about master Mo Ruo, who is a wise disciple? That's what I thought in my heart!"

Su Baiyun is the old bad water, and Deng Jiuru is the young bad water. Deng Jiuru narrowed his peach blossom eyes and thought to himself that no one in the past life had a problem with their family Dongfang. In this life, Dongfang does not need to do anything, he will have everything covered!

It was originally scheduled to go down the mountain three days later. On the night of the second day, the master and the apprentice drank some wine. Su Baiyun slept particularly soundly that night. When they got up in the morning, Deng Jiuru had disappeared. Su Baiyun still felt a little sad.

Master and apprentice have been together for five years, and their relationship is quite deep. The apprentice has gone down the mountain, and the master naturally feels uncomfortable. Su Baiyun sighed, from today on, no one will cook delicious meals, and there will be no hot wine to accompany the meal.

Looking at the table, Su Baiyun was suddenly stunned. The sword on the table was not Deng Jiuru's Qinglong Sword. Which one was it? This guy hasn't left yet? Or did he forget to take him with him?

Su Baiyun was puzzled, thinking that this little monkey boy was smarter than anyone else, and it would be impossible for him to forget to bring his weapon. Well, maybe the child was leaving today, so he went down the mountain to the town to buy some good food and drinks for him.

My master prepares a sumptuous table of wine and food, but Jiuru has a conscience and is a good boy. Unlike the three apprentices of Junior Brother, each one is more troublesome than the other!

Su Baiyun felt happy. He walked to the table and saw a piece of paper pressed under the Qinglong Sword. He moved the sword away, picked up the paper and looked at it. He saw it said:

Master, apprentice, I'm going down the mountain today. I know that master, you old bastard may be sanctimonious all day long, but in fact, you have been attracted to the old witch who lives in Xishan for a long time. This time, apprentice, I won't be in the way, and it will be convenient for you.

no?

As a reward for my apprenticeship, I took away your precious sword, the Buddha's Light Sword. Oh, and Master, I also took away the private money that you thought was hidden safely, which is the silver you stuffed in the wall bricks.

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"Little monkey Deng Jiuru!"

Su Baiyun rolled his eyes and almost lost his breath. He came to the place where he usually hung his sword and took a look. Sure enough, the magic weapon Buddha's Light Sword that he had worn all his life was gone. He checked his money again and found that it was all gone.

He took it away, and Su Baiyun was so angry that he blew his beard, stared, and stamped his feet.

At this time, on the mountain road, a little donkey was walking leisurely on the road. The donkey walked slowly, and Deng Jiuru on the donkey's back was not in a hurry. After a while, he felt that the scenery in the mountains was beautiful, and Deng Jiuru lay on the grass to bask in the sun.

Basking in the sun and breathing in the mountain breeze, passers-by saw this man and thought it was strange. Then they saw that this man was carrying a sword on his back and was dressed in a martial arts style. They only complained about the mental illness in their hearts, but did not dare to point it out.

Give pointers.

Deng Jiuru's peach blossom eyes narrowed, and he pulled out a piece of grass from the ground and teased the little donkey. He didn't care what others thought, "Brother Donkey, just keep going, let's go to Jiangxia County."

He, Deng Jiuru, was incompetent in his previous life, but the gang he joined was the best informed about trafficking. He knew everything about what was happening in the world of martial arts. Who allowed him to have a good memory and remember it all the time?

Although Jiangxia County is a small county at night, there are still a few lively streets. People on the road are bustling with people. No one noticed that a black shadow flashed across the roof beside them as fast as lightning. They

Little did he know that the County Taiye's Mansion, which was usually the most solemn and solemn, was also having a good show at this time.

"Little beauty, be obedient and don't let me, Uncle Tian, ​​bother you. I only pick flowers and don't hurt people's lives, hehe." At this time, Tian Boguang, who was just starting out, didn't have the reputation of being a lone traveler, and he didn't have the sword to break through the wind.

Although he is famous, the flower picker was played vividly by him.

The woman in front of him was so frightened that her face turned pale. Just as Tian Boguang moved forward, he was slapped by someone behind him. The person didn't use any force and just slapped him lightly on the shoulder. But with this one blow, he was slapped on the shoulder.

Tian Boguang's true soul was almost scared out of his body.

Without daring to look back, Tian Boguang jumped out a few steps away. Then he turned around and saw a young man standing in front of him. He was wearing a black night-walking clothes with a pair of black clothes on his back.

The bulge looks like he is carrying a sword on his back. Looking at his face, he cannot be called a handsome man, but the attractive peach blossom eyes on his face are particularly impressive. His round face is white and tender.

He looked to be only fifteen or sixteen years old. This person was none other than Deng Jiuru.

"Which family are you a child from? You stayed up in the middle of the night and came here to scare Uncle Tian and seek death?" When Tian Boguang saw that he was a half-year-old child, he calmed down and said with a raised eyebrow.

The man was not angry, he smiled, opened his mouth and said: "Hey, Brother Tian, ​​you are called a flower picker in vain, your eyes are on the back of your head, isn't it? This is not a big girl, she is a handsome young man."

Tian Boguang was confused when he heard it. What, what did he call himself, senior brother? Why did such a junior brother appear out of nowhere? What else could he say, he was not a big girl?

At this time, the treasured "girl" of the county prince who was trembling with fear did not know where the strength came from. She rushed behind Deng Jiuru in one step and looked at Tian Boguang tremblingly: "I, I am indeed a man.

A fortune teller told me since I was little that my life was going to be very difficult, and that I could only escape the disaster by pretending to be a girl until I was eighteen, so my father and mother always asked me to pretend to be a girl."

Tian Boguang walked over in one step and stretched out his hand towards the county prince. The young man closed his eyes in fright, only to see Tian Boguang dig into the crotch of the young man's trousers, then his face turned blue and he withdrew his hand.

"Bah! What a damn unlucky man! What a leader!" Uncle Tian glared. The young man looked at him and was so frightened that he picked up his belt and hid behind Deng Jiuru.
Chapter completed!