The Ultimate Student in the City

"Don't worry." Lao Jian smiled, then took out a medicine bottle from his arms and handed it over and said, "First take the pill inside, and your body will feel better."

"Thank you." Li Zedao took the medicine bottle and poured a dark pill from it. Without thinking about it, he threw it into his mouth and swallowed it.

In an instant, I only felt cool in the abdomen, and then the coolness spread all over the body.

Although it is still sultry, this sultry feeling is not too comfortable compared to the previous ones.

"Next, what you have to do is to replace the water in the pool." Old Jian pointed at the big pool and smiled.

This large pool was hollowed out from a large natural stone, and there was no water outlet reserved. Therefore, Li Zedao naturally couldn't open the stopper to let the dark and hot water flow away by itself.

He used an iron bucket provided by the old sword, bucket after bucket to scoop out the water in the pool, and then took the iron bucket up the stairs and walked out of the artifact pavilion, and then bypassed the artifact pavilion to the back In front of the natural waterfall, he returned to the sword casting department after receiving a full bucket of water, and poured the water into the pool.

The work is actually very simple, but the workload is not small, and it is boring, and there is no fun at all.

This pool is really too big, and the iron poke is really small, so it takes a lot of time whether it's cleaning out the dirty water in it or bringing clean water into it.

However, Li Zedao didn't have the slightest complaint. To put it in a popular way, the guns he had made had to be played with tears.

Lao Jian didn't mean to help, sitting there leisurely drinking wine, drinking bowl by bowl.

When Li Zedao brought water over, he smiled at him knowingly, and then continued to drink, a complete alcoholic.

Occasionally, the old sword will focus on the sword inserted in the big iron furnace, and then his eyes will become quite hot.

No need to guess, it was a sword he was casting now, and judging from his eyes, this sword was naturally not that simple.

It took a full two hours before and after Li Zedao filled the big pool with clean water.

After putting down the iron bucket in his hand, Li Zedao heaved a sigh of relief, and reached out his hand to wipe off the sweat beads on his face.

"Thanks." Old Jian smiled and pointed to the wine jar beside him, "Drink something?"

"I don't know how to drink." Li Zedao said embarrassedly.

Although he had been busy for two hours, and the place was still so sultry and hot, Li Zedao was not thirsty. When filling the water in front of the waterfall, he didn't know how much of the cool and sweet water he had drunk.

"You have finished your work today. Go back and rest first, and come back tomorrow." Lao Jian said with a smile, his eyes already a bit drunk.

"Brother Old Jian, see you tomorrow." Li Ze said without any ink marks, picked up his clothes and the cold light, and turned and left.

Watching Li Zedao go up the stairs and leave, Lao Jian's gaze retracted and fell on the sword inserted in the big iron furnace, his eyes radiating hot light again.

Lifting his head, a big bowl of a long time ate again.

At this moment, Lao Jian raised his brows. Then he quickly put down the wine bowl in his hand, stood up, turned around, bowed to a thin figure who did not know when it appeared there, and said respectfully: "Dean, why are you here?"

"This Li Zedao..." A voice that appeared extremely low and ethereal sounded, and he smiled and asked, "Is it pretty good?"

This is an old man with a short stature and wrinkles on his face, but his eyes are extremely bright and young, just like two night pearls.

The old man wore the academy's robe, the same style and color as those teachers, there was no difference. The robe was wide and the old man was too thin, so he looked funny and uncoordinated like a sack on a telephone pole.

However, even the proud Zhuge Zhuyun and Wo Longshuang, in front of this old man, behaved like a three-good student, just because this old man is the dean of Fuzhou Academy.

Changsheng Zhenren, this is the name of this old man.

Lao Jian understood that the dean came here for that Li Zedao. It seems that the dean is quite concerned about this student!

"Very good." Lao Jian answered the question of the longevity man very seriously, his tone praised, "This child is young, and he has the highest level of spiritual cloud realm cultivation. It shows that his talent is high, but he is not. You are not arrogant, and you can stand loneliness... I heard other teachers say that this son is the dean and you enrolled yourself?"

Changsheng Zhenren smiled: "It's true."

"The student is dull." Old Jian bowed his head and said respectfully.

Li Zedao is indeed excellent and of good character. He even knows how to use ice cubes to light that dry wood... But even so, he is not good enough for the dean to enroll himself, right?

After all, the most indispensable thing in the huge God's Domain is the Tianjiao characters. Not only are there better than the current Li Zedao, but there are many!

Why does the dean only value Li Zedao so much? Admitted in person? Even now he took the initiative to mention this student...

Is it true that the rumors are true? He is from the yard... bastard?

I heard that when the dean was young, he was still a romantic figure. He was merciful everywhere, and merciful everywhere meant keeping seeds everywhere, and leaving seeds everywhere meant that he had many illegitimate children...

The old man smiled without explaining much.

If you didn't speak, it was acquiescence, so Lao Jian almost believed that Li Zedao was indeed the dean's illegitimate son!

"In the past few days, you handed Lei Che's sword tactics into his hands." said the real Changsheng.

"Students obey orders." Old Jian bowed and said. I once again believed that Li Zedao was the dean’s biological son, otherwise why would he come to himself and let himself open a back door?

You must know that Leiqi Sword Art is a heavenly high-grade spiritual skill with great power. There are a total of nine swords, and each sword has ninety-nine or eighty-one changes. Legend has it that when the swordsmanship is practiced to great success, the power of a sword can easily cut off the terrifying thunder, so it was named Leiqie swordsmanship.

Under the personal guidance of the dean, Lao Jian worked hard for 50 years, but only to reach the third level, he already had the title of Juggernaut.

As for the level of the longevity real person currently training, Lao Jian doesn't know.

Lao Jian had never seen a real Changsheng shot, and those who had seen him shot had become bones.

"Don't need to guide him?" Old Jian asked again.

"No need," said the real Changsheng. "This son's understanding is far beyond you and me. He will understand and practice by himself."

Lao Jian's face changed slightly, because the dean said "far beyond you and me" instead of "far beyond you". In other words, the dean admitted that his own understanding is not as good as that of Li Zedao.

The dean needs to raise his illegitimate child so much? It doesn't need and it doesn't make sense. After all, the eyes of the masses are discerning, and you can tell if Li Zedao has that kind of excellent qualification.

So it is conceivable that this Li Zedao's comprehension is likely to be quite terrifying.

Therefore, Lao Jian had inexplicably expected this Li Zedao in his heart. If he had such a terrifying understanding, he would become the number one master of God's Domain in the future, dominating or even rule the entire God's Domain, it seems that it is not impossible, right?

...

The next day, when Li Zedao came to the sword casting department again, he found that the water in the big pool was as dark as ink. He didn’t know what the old sword had done to the water, so he couldn’t just jump into the bath. Right?

At this time, Lao Jian was still drinking.

"Brother Old Jian, my job is to replace the water here?" Li Zedao looked at Old Jian and asked.

Lao Jian smiled and nodded: "Exactly."

Originally, he saw Li Zedao very pleasing to the eye, but now it is even more pleasing to the eye. He feels that this kid is too handsome and excellent, and he is a little worse than when he was young.

Li Zedao stopped the ink. He picked up the big iron bucket, bucket after bucket to scoop the dirty water out of the pool, and then fetched water from the big waterfall behind the Sacred Art Pavilion, step by step with the big pool. fill fully.

After the filling is full, it will be two hours later.

After doing this, Lao Jian asked Li Zedao if he wanted to stay longer, drink some wine, eat some meat, and chat for a while.

On the one hand, Li Zedao is really fine. On the other hand, it may be because of the pill that he took yesterday and his body is gradually adapting to the sultry heat of this place. Therefore, Li Zedao no longer has the mind to not want to stay for a second. The important thing is that Li Zedao is also hungry.

He nodded and agreed: "It is better to be respectful than fate."

"Okay, I like that." Old Jian laughed.

Soon, Lao Jian brought a large jar of wine and a large pot of fragrant meat.

Just by smelling the meat, Li Zedao knew that this was the five-color chicken he had eaten before. The only difference was that it was roasted last time, but it was stewed in a whole pot this time.

Li Zedao felt that liquid was flowing down from the corner of his mouth when he smelled the scent.

"This five-color chicken is best stewed with Tianshan wild bamboo shoots. With the addition of green bamboo leaves, it is simply delicious in the world. Try it." Lao Jian said the kung fu, helped Li Zedao serve a bowl of chicken, and then poured it for him. A small bowl of wine.

"Thank you, Brother Old Jian." Li Zedao took the bowl of chicken, only feeling that the liquid at the corner of his mouth had flowed faster, and he even gave him the flattery he had brewed in his heart. "Big Brother Old Jian is a swordsman. It’s really admirable for a famous master to make such an exciting chicken soup."

"Where is it." Old Jian said with a smile, "You are welcome, eat more..."

Lao Jian was stunned. He felt that he should say "Don't choke, eat slowly", because this Li Zedao had already grabbed a large piece of chicken and stuffed it into his own mouth.

Immediately, the impression of this Li Zedao in my heart became even better. This child has a simple and unpretentious nature, which is really rare.

Soon, a large pot of chicken soup and a large jar of wine were wiped out by the two.

Most of the chicken is eaten by Li Zedao, and the wine is basically the old sword. One is busy eating meat and has no time to drink, and the other is busy drinking and has no time to eat meat.

"Brother Old Jian's cooking skills are really amazing. This is the best stewed chicken a student has ever eaten. There is no one." Li Zedao touched his already bulging belly, enjoying himself, sincerely. Said.