Zhong Qing knocked his head heavily on the ground and declared that he was not qualified to enter the Qing Shan Gate, but begged Yi Feng to take him as his disciple. Yi Feng was surprised but impressed by the boy's determination and agreed to fulfill his wish. "Alright, I promise you," Yi Feng nodded, impressed by the boy's spirit and enthusiasm.
"Thank you, Master!" Zhong Qing quickly thanked him and took the bowl of noodles back to the opposite noodle stand.
"This child is sensible," Yi Feng's face showed a smile like an aunt's. Since he was his first disciple, he couldn't neglect him. When Zhong Qing returned, Yi Feng took him into the inner room.
"Do you use a knife?" Yi Feng asked, eyeing the rusty blade hanging from Zhong Qing's waist.
"Yes," Zhong Qing said, bowing his head.
"Well then, take this," Yi Feng said, pulling out a long, shining knife. "It's the best weapon I've ever made, and I have no use for it now. Consider it a gift from your new master."
The knife glimmered in the sunlight, emanating a powerful aura. Yi Feng had poured all of his skill and energy into crafting it, and he knew it would serve his new disciple well.
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"Thank you, Master, for your generosity!" Zhong Qing was overjoyed and thanked him repeatedly.
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Legend has it that tens of thousands of years ago, there was a Qing Shan (Green Mountain) behind Pingjiang City.
The Green Mountain towered into the clouds like a pillar holding up the heavens.
Later, an unparalleled expert cut the Green Mountain in half with a single sword strike and established a sect here.
It was called the Qing Shan Gate.
Passed down from generation to generation, although each generation was not as good as the last, Qing Shan Gate was still a holy land for many people to cultivate their skills.
In a grand hall, Luo Lanxue hurried over anxiously.
"Disciple requests an audience with Master," Luo Lanxue knelt at the door respectfully.
"Xue'er, why are you so impudent and disturb me while I am in seclusion?" Finally, a dignified voice came from the hall, carrying a hint of anger and fatigue.
Hearing this, Luo Lanxue felt uneasy.
Master had been in seclusion for days, meditating and refining his Qi, preparing for the upcoming battle with the Xuanwu Sect founder. It was well known that the founder was a cunning and ruthless opponent, and despite Master's impressive skill, he knew that he was weaker in comparison.
The tension in the air was palpable, as Luo Lanxue approached the hall to speak with Master. She knew that the upcoming battle was crucial, and time was running out.
But at this thought, Luo Lanxue became even more anxious. "Master, the disciple has urgent matters to discuss. Perhaps it could be the opportunity for you to defeat the Xuanwu founder."
Luo Lanxue felt a pang of disappointment and shame at her master's rebuke, but she refused to back down. She knew that her master's honor and the future of their sect were at stake.
"Master, I know my place and I am sorry for my impudence. But please, hear me out. I have a secret that can be used against him in battle. This could be the key to your victory!"
Qing Shan Master's anger subsided slightly, and his interest was piqued. "What kind of secret?"
Luo Lanxue took a deep breath and relayed the information she had received, hoping that it would be enough to persuade her master to act.
"Master, I have important things to say," Luo Lanxue quickly lowered her head and said, "Please grant me an audience, Master."
There was a moment of silence in the hall before a majestic voice spoke up.
"You disturbed me during my seclusion. If things don't turn out as you claimed, don't blame me for being merciless!"
As the voice trailed off, the doors of the hall opened with a loud bang.
Luo Lanxue breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully carried the martial arts book as she walked into the hall.
She finally met Qing Shan Lao Zu as she had wished.
Qing Shan Lao Zu sat cross-legged on a mat, his anger slightly subsiding as he listened to Luo Lanxue's account, his face showing a hint of suspicion.
"A mortal?" Qing Shan Lao Zu asked.
"Yes, Master. He is a top-notch expert in the martial world who disguises himself as a mortal," Luo Lanxue added.
"Humph, nonsense."
Qing Shan Lao Zu snorted, "If there was such an expert in Pingjiang City, how could I, Qing Shan Lao Zu, not know about it? And martial intent, how ridiculous."
"Please trust me, Master. This book came from that senior's hands. You will know once you take a look," Luo Lanxue said.
"Humph!"
Qing Shan Lao Zu let out a light snort and waved his hand, and the martial arts book appeared in his hand.
With a glance, he showed disdain on his face.
The book was ordinary and unremarkable, without any extraordinary features or energy.
If Luo Lanxue were not one of his most valued disciples, he would have already slapped her out with one palm and would not waste his time on a book.
"Please, Master, take a look inside," Luo Lanxue quickly spoke up, seemingly remembering something, and reminded, "Please adjust your mindset and be careful not to suffer from any backlash."
At these words, Qing Shan Lao Zu's face showed impatience, but he casually opened the martial arts book.
In an instant, the expression on his face, which had been indifferent and impatient, suddenly changed.