Sword narration is painful in the world

After scolding Leng Fengye, the dirty monk pointed at Daoyue and said angrily:

"Look at the good disciple you taught. He is not very capable, but he is quite cruel. You should be blamed for lax discipline."

Elder Daoyue naturally knew the temper of his junior brother, the crazy monk, so he smiled and said:

"Senior brother, what you said is wrong. You are half responsible for good or bad. If you hadn't brought him here in the first place, could I have accepted him as my disciple?

At that time, you praised Feng Ye like a flower, saying how brave he was, how strong he was, how kind he was, how respectful he was to the elderly, how magnanimous he was, how great he would be in the future, I don’t know. If you are willing to accept him, you still have to be anxious with me. Haha, come on, Feng Ye, come and kowtow to your uncle. "

Leng Fengye just woke up from a dream. His face was immediately full of shame, he knelt down in front of the crazy monk and shouted:

"This junior is really a bitch at Lu Dongbin. He doesn't know a good person and has offended my uncle many times. I will kowtow to you to apologize."

The crazy monk laughed happily and said:

"Amitabha, good, good, my good boy, we are really destined. Back in the inn, I made trouble for you again and again, just to test you.

In fact, I know that it is not easy for you widowed and orphans to save money. Who doesn’t feel sorry for you? But you gave it to me anyway. I think you are really a good boy, so I tried my best to protect you in front of old man Daoyue.

Otherwise, I, my junior brother, will not accept you as my apprentice. Your master has broken his heart over the years for his disciples and has vowed not to accept another apprentice. Junior brother, how about this apprentice I have given you?"

"It goes without saying that the person you are looking for, senior brother, will still be bad. It's just that he hasn't mastered his skills yet and still needs to go out and gain experience."

After Daoyue finished speaking with satisfaction, the crazy monk suddenly sighed and said:

"Junior brother, you have a good apprentice this time, Feng Ye, you also have a good master, but I have spent a lot of effort, but there is nothing. In fact, Feng Ye should be considered my apprentice, you just taught him, if Without me, you would never have accepted Qingfeng as your apprentice."

Seeing that his senior brother wanted to rely on him, Dao Yue pondered for a moment and said:

"I already know what senior brother wants. Let's just do this. Don't embarrass Feng Ye. From now on, Feng Ye can be regarded as our apprentice. You can pass on all your unique skills to him when you have time."

Then, Dao Yue said to Leng Fengye:

"Don't call him uncle from now on, just call him master."

Leng Fengye was naturally happy after hearing this, and immediately knelt down and shouted:

"Two mentors, I am here to kowtow to you, my disciple Feng Ye."

At this time, the crazy monk was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear and said happily:

"Since I am your master, I should teach you three moves and five moves. But what should I teach you? As a teacher, I only know how to eat and drink. I am afraid you will not want to learn this trick. I want to give you something. Well, I’m penniless, and here’s this monk’s robe. If you don’t mind it, come and pick it up.”

Dao Yue saw that his senior brother was joking again and was not serious, so he said:

"Senior brother, Feng Ye understands your intentions. I think it's better to let him go out and work for two years first. After he comes back, it won't be too late for you to teach him."

The crazy monk thought for a while and said:

"Junior brother, you are right. Feng Ye, just go out and make a living. When you come back in two years, all the master's abilities will be taught to you."

Leng Fengye quickly knelt down, kowtowed to the mad monk again and said, "Thank you, Master."

The crazy monk happily helped Leng Fengye up and said:

"You are leaving. As a master, I am always a little worried."

Daoyue continued:

"I'm also a little worried. After Feng Ye comes down the mountain, maybe the enemies in you and me will cause trouble for him. First of all, the Wuyin old nun and her apprentice Nine-tailed Pheasant will be difficult to deal with."

The crazy monk nodded and said:

"Then just follow Feng Ye and protect him secretly, and then everything will be fine."

When Dao Yue saw that his senior brother was talking nonsense again, he smiled and said:

"How can you lead a disciple like this? Besides, there are so many things going on in Wenshu Monastery, I can't leave. I think it's better to give him a good weapon. Senior brother, don't you have a good sword? You are so old, and there is no one in the world. Now that you have stood your ground, I think you should give this treasure to Feng Ye. A good horse must be equipped with a good saddle. Without good weapons, even if you are good at martial arts, you will suffer."

The crazy monk glanced at Leng Fengye, then sighed and said:

"It's not that I'm stingy and don't want to give it to you, it's just that the sword eye right now is really not in my hands."

After hearing this, Daoyue looked at his senior brother with suspicion and said:

"Could it be that senior brother's sword has been lost?"

The crazy monk said seriously again:

"It's a long story. My sword is called Qiankun Universe Feng. It is the most precious treasure in the green forest rivers and lakes. Legend has it that this sword was once worn by Qin Shihuang. The sword is three feet long and forged with nine gold. Cutting grass in the wind, blowing hair to make a blade, killing people without blood, extremely sharp."

When Leng Fengye heard this, he thought to himself that if I could get this sword, it would be even more powerful than a tiger, so he quickly asked:

"I dare to ask Master, where is that sword now?"

The crazy monk sighed again and said:

"I used to have a biological brother who lived in Baihua Village, Baihua Town, Luoyang Prefecture. Although we were far away, we would see each other every one or two years. That year I went to see him, and I was so sad that he had just passed away. My brothers and sisters insisted on letting me stay, and they were very nice to me with food and drinks every day. My little niece was also very enthusiastic. After staying for more than ten days, I thought about how this orphan and widower would live in the future. I had to go out and beg to save some money for them. Money, before I left, I was afraid that it would be inconvenient to carry the sword with me, so I left the sword at his house."

Leng Fengye listened with rapt attention and immediately said happily:

"It turns out that Master's sword was not lost."

The crazy monk continued:

"I went out to beg for alms for a year. I saved dozens of taels of silver by living frugally. When I came back, I gave it to my younger siblings. She was very grateful and asked my niece to kowtow to me. She said that it didn't matter whether I gave the money to them or not. They would give it to them in the future. Mother and daughter can survive on this little family property, but this girl has learned martial arts from your brother since she was a child, and she loves swords and sticks. Ever since you left that sword, she has been in love with it all day long. I look at all this money. It’s better that you take it and leave the sword to her. Your brother only has such a precious daughter, and she is also your biological niece. You can think of it as a souvenir in the future."

When Leng Fengye heard this, he said anxiously:

"Ah, such a good sword, her daughter's family can't even use it."

The crazy monk nodded again and said:

"I thought the same thing as you at the beginning, but now that my sister-in-law opened her mouth, I couldn't argue with her, so I was cruel and gritted my teeth and agreed to let her stay."

At this time, Daoyue interrupted with a wicked smile and said:

"I heard, didn't you ask a few friends to ask for the sword for you later? Could it be that you haven't asked for it back yet?"

When the crazy monk heard this, he said angrily:

"You damn old man, aren't you trying to sow discord between me and Feng Ye? If you want to come back, there's no need to talk so much nonsense. Didn't I also ask you for help? You didn't want to take care of it at the time. .”

"Then, this sword will never come back." After hearing this, Dao Yue deliberately provoked the crazy monk.

The crazy monk said angrily:

"I haven't finished my words yet. In my opinion, after Feng Ye goes down the mountain this time, he can pass by here and get the sword back."

Leng Fengye hurriedly said:

"Two mentors, I am a stranger to you, and there is no valid reason. How could you give me a sword?"

The crazy monk said again:

"Of course you have to think of some clever way to do this. Old man Daoyue, please give Feng Ye a good idea."

Dao Yue shook his head after hearing this and said:

"I don't have an idea. If you are really willing to give it to Feng Ye, you must have an idea. If you don't want to give it, no one can force you."

The crazy monk was anxious and said:

"I swear, I really want to give the sword to Feng Ye. The sword is really useless in the hands of mother and son. I think it's better to let Feng Ye go to her house quietly and steal the sword."