Chapter 3
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Chapter 3
Autumn came, and the leaves fell.
Guarding this small martial arts hall, who knows how many springs and autumns have come and gone.
Before the door was an endless stream of people coming and going, busy and noisy. Yi Feng was already familiar with the customs in this different world.
"Alas, it's time to eat. I'll order some takeout!"
Yi Feng got up and waved towards the beef noodle stand across the street. The assistant across the way snapped his fingers and called out, "Master Yi, wait a moment, it'll be right over."
Yi Feng smiled and nodded, then laid back down in his reclining chair.
"Alas, eating takeout everyday, I'm missing having a wife!"
The sunlight was glaring. Yi Feng squinted his eyes, looking at the few young girls at the rouge shop on the side of the street. He couldn't help but sigh, "Recently, Meng Tian hasn't come to see me either. She's always thinking about entering a sect to cultivate, but she doesn't have the talent for it. It would be so nice if she just followed me and became a martial wife. Then one day if my luck turns and I take on a couple disciples, she could even be called Master's Wife."
Not long after, the assistant from across the way brought over a bowl of beef noodles.
The portion was as generous as always.
"Here, take the money."
Yi Feng tossed the coins over.
"Master Yi, it's just a bowl of beef noodles, what money could I take?" The assistant returned the coins and said with a smile, "Last time when my old lady fell and hurt herself, she had to rely on you to heal her!"
"Alright then, I'll eat this bowl for free."
Yi Feng also didn't stand on ceremony. He was familiar with all these common folk in the alleys. Anytime a family had some bruises or sprains he would help treat them. He also often gave handouts to the beggars wandering around.
So he had quite some reputation in this area.
Although he had never formally taken on a disciple, he could be called Master Yi.
"Little beast, get out of here!"
Just then, an incident not far away caught their attention. A boy dressed in tattered clothes was kicked out of the front hall of Green Mountain Sect.
"No, I want to cultivate, please let me join Green Mountain Sect." Although the boy was only fourteen or fifteen, he was exceptionally resolute. Disregarding the scrapes on his face, he kneeled in front of the elder at the front hall and shouted firmly, "Please let me join Green Mountain Sect."
"Look at your lack of talent, yet you still want to join my Green Mountain Sect? Get lost!" The elder at the front hall kicked the boy in the chest, then shouted, "Damn kid, this is your last warning. If you dare come again, I'll throw you to the dogs!"
"What's going on?"This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
Yi Feng frowned.
"Alas, this poor child." The assistant sighed and said, "Who knows where he's from. He's been running around Green Mountain Sect's front hall these last few days. He must really have no talent!"
The assistant smiled and glanced in Yi Feng's direction. The boy's gaze quickly followed, the light in his eyes flickering.
He continued wolfing down the food in silence.
Seeing this scene, Yi Feng smiled. He lifted his fan to cover his face from the glaring sunlight and leaned back in the reclining chair.
"Benefactor, I, Zhong Qing, kowtow to you. Please accept me as your disciple."
Suddenly, the boy's voice came from beside him. Yi Feng turned to look and saw the boy kneeling on the ground, looking at him resolutely and gratefully.
"You want me to accept you as my disciple?" Yi Feng asked in surprise.
"Yes, I understand now that I have no talent and cannot enter Green Mountain Sect. But Benefactor not only showed me kindness, you also run a martial arts hall. Please grant me this favor."
As Zhong Qing spoke, he heavily kowtowed again. "As long as Master accepts me, Zhong Qing is willing to serve you loyally."
Yi Feng clicked his tongue slightly.
He really hadn't expected the first person to ask to become his disciple to be in this sort of situation.
Oh well!
Putting aside this child's moral character for now, just his enthusiasm made it hard for Yi Feng to refuse.
"Alright, I'll accept you." Yi Feng nodded.
"Thank you Master for accepting me." Zhong Qing quickly kneeled and thanked him. Without another word, he picked up Yi Feng's finished bowl of noodles and brought it back to the noodle stand.
"This child really is sensible."
Yi Feng had an auntie-like smile on his face. Since this was his first disciple, he couldn't neglect the boy either. After Zhong Qing came back, Yi Feng brought him into the inner room.
"You use a saber, right?" Yi Feng looked at him and asked.
"Yes!"
Zhong Qing lowered his head. The large saber at his waist, covered in rust stains, had long since given him away.
"I don't have much to give you, so this saber will be my gift!" Yi Feng took out a long saber and held it out to Zhong Qing.
As the large saber emerged, light flowed along its body, carrying an oppressive aura.
Among the weapons Yi Feng had forged, this was the one he was most satisfied with. Since he didn't need it himself anyway, giving it to his disciple was fitting.
"Thank you Master for this gift."
Zhong Qing loved it dearly and quickly bowed in thanks.
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Chapter 3
Autumn came, and the leaves fell.
Guarding this small martial arts hall, who knows how many springs and autumns have come and gone.
Before the door was an endless stream of people coming and going, busy and noisy. Yi Feng was already familiar with the customs in this different world.
"Alas, it's time to eat. I'll order some takeout!"
Yi Feng got up and waved towards the beef noodle stand across the street. The assistant across the way snapped his fingers and called out, "Master Yi, wait a moment, it'll be right over."
Yi Feng smiled and nodded, then laid back down in his reclining chair.
"Alas, eating takeout everyday, I'm missing having a wife!"
The sunlight was glaring. Yi Feng squinted his eyes, looking at the few young girls at the rouge shop on the side of the street. He couldn't help but sigh, "Recently, Meng Tian hasn't come to see me either. She's always thinking about entering a sect to cultivate, but she doesn't have the talent for it. It would be so nice if she just followed me and became a martial wife. Then one day if my luck turns and I take on a couple disciples, she could even be called Master's Wife."
Not long after, the assistant from across the way brought over a bowl of beef noodles.
The portion was as generous as always.
"Here, take the money."
Yi Feng tossed the coins over.
"Master Yi, it's just a bowl of beef noodles, what money could I take?" The assistant returned the coins and said with a smile, "Last time when my old lady fell and hurt herself, she had to rely on you to heal her!"
"Alright then, I'll eat this bowl for free."
Yi Feng also didn't stand on ceremony. He was familiar with all these common folk in the alleys. Anytime a family had some bruises or sprains he would help treat them. He also often gave handouts to the beggars wandering around.
So he had quite some reputation in this area.
Although he had never formally taken on a disciple, he could be called Master Yi.
"Little beast, get out of here!"
Just then, an incident not far away caught their attention. A boy dressed in tattered clothes was kicked out of the front hall of Green Mountain Sect.
"No, I want to cultivate, please let me join Green Mountain Sect." Although the boy was only fourteen or fifteen, he was exceptionally resolute. Disregarding the scrapes on his face, he kneeled in front of the elder at the front hall and shouted firmly, "Please let me join Green Mountain Sect."
"Look at your lack of talent, yet you still want to join my Green Mountain Sect? Get lost!" The elder at the front hall kicked the boy in the chest, then shouted, "Damn kid, this is your last warning. If you dare come again, I'll throw you to the dogs!"
"What's going on?"This chapter was first shared on the Ñøv€lß1n platform.
Yi Feng frowned.
"Alas, this poor child." The assistant sighed and said, "Who knows where he's from. He's been running around Green Mountain Sect's front hall these last few days. He must really have no talent!"
The assistant smiled and glanced in Yi Feng's direction. The boy's gaze quickly followed, the light in his eyes flickering.
He continued wolfing down the food in silence.
Seeing this scene, Yi Feng smiled. He lifted his fan to cover his face from the glaring sunlight and leaned back in the reclining chair.
"Benefactor, I, Zhong Qing, kowtow to you. Please accept me as your disciple."
Suddenly, the boy's voice came from beside him. Yi Feng turned to look and saw the boy kneeling on the ground, looking at him resolutely and gratefully.
"You want me to accept you as my disciple?" Yi Feng asked in surprise.
"Yes, I understand now that I have no talent and cannot enter Green Mountain Sect. But Benefactor not only showed me kindness, you also run a martial arts hall. Please grant me this favor."
As Zhong Qing spoke, he heavily kowtowed again. "As long as Master accepts me, Zhong Qing is willing to serve you loyally."
Yi Feng clicked his tongue slightly.
He really hadn't expected the first person to ask to become his disciple to be in this sort of situation.
Oh well!
Putting aside this child's moral character for now, just his enthusiasm made it hard for Yi Feng to refuse.
"Alright, I'll accept you." Yi Feng nodded.
"Thank you Master for accepting me." Zhong Qing quickly kneeled and thanked him. Without another word, he picked up Yi Feng's finished bowl of noodles and brought it back to the noodle stand.
"This child really is sensible."
Yi Feng had an auntie-like smile on his face. Since this was his first disciple, he couldn't neglect the boy either. After Zhong Qing came back, Yi Feng brought him into the inner room.
"You use a saber, right?" Yi Feng looked at him and asked.
"Yes!"
Zhong Qing lowered his head. The large saber at his waist, covered in rust stains, had long since given him away.
"I don't have much to give you, so this saber will be my gift!" Yi Feng took out a long saber and held it out to Zhong Qing.
As the large saber emerged, light flowed along its body, carrying an oppressive aura.
Among the weapons Yi Feng had forged, this was the one he was most satisfied with. Since he didn't need it himself anyway, giving it to his disciple was fitting.
"Thank you Master for this gift."
Zhong Qing loved it dearly and quickly bowed in thanks.
Chapter 3Autumn came, and the leaves fell.Guarding this small martial arts hall, who knows how many springs and autumns have come and gone.Before the door was an endless stream of people coming and going, busy and noisy. Yi Feng was already familiar with the customs in this different world."Alas, it's time to eat. I'll order some takeout!"Yi Feng got up and waved towards the beef noodle stand across the street. The assistant across the way snapped his fingers and called out, "Master Yi, wait a moment, it'll be right over."Yi Feng smiled and nodded, then laid back down in his reclining chair."Alas, eating takeout everyday, I'm missing having a wife!"The sunlight was glaring. Yi Feng squinted his eyes, looking at the few young girls at the rouge shop on the side of the street. He couldn't help but sigh, "Recently, Meng Tian hasn't come to see me either. She's always thinking about entering a sect to cultivate, but she doesn't have the talent for it. It would be so nice if she just followed me and became a martial wife. Then one day if my luck turns and I take on a couple disciples, she could even be called Master's Wife."Not long after, the assistant from across the way brought over a bowl of beef noodles.The portion was as generous as always."Here, take the money."Yi Feng tossed the coins over."Master Yi, it's just a bowl of beef noodles, what money could I take?" The assistant returned the coins and said with a smile, "Last time when my old lady fell and hurt herself, she had to rely on you to heal her!""Alright then, I'll eat this bowl for free."Yi Feng also didn't stand on ceremony. He was familiar with all these common folk in the alleys. Anytime a family had some bruises or sprains he would help treat them. He also often gave handouts to the beggars wandering around.So he had quite some reputation in this area.Although he had never formally taken on a disciple, he could be called Master Yi."Little beast, get out of here!"Just then, an incident not far away caught their attention. A boy dressed in tattered clothes was kicked out of the front hall of Green Mountain Sect."No, I want to cultivate, please let me join Green Mountain Sect." Although the boy was only fourteen or fifteen, he was exceptionally resolute. Disregarding the scrapes on his face, he kneeled in front of the elder at the front hall and shouted firmly, "Please let me join Green Mountain Sect.""Look at your lack of talent, yet you still want to join my Green Mountain Sect? Get lost!" The elder at the front hall kicked the boy in the chest, then shouted, "Damn kid, this is your last warning. If you dare come again, I'll throw you to the dogs!""What's going on?"This chapter was first shared on the Nvl1n platform.Yi Feng frowned."Alas, this poor child." The assistant sighed and said, "Who knows where he's from. He's been running around Green Mountain Sect's front hall these last few days. He must really have no talent!"The assistant smiled and glanced in Yi Feng's direction. The boy's gaze quickly followed, the light in his eyes flickering.He continued wolfing down the food in silence.Seeing this scene, Yi Feng smiled. He lifted his fan to cover his face from the glaring sunlight and leaned back in the reclining chair."Benefactor, I, Zhong Qing, kowtow to you. Please accept me as your disciple."Suddenly, the boy's voice came from beside him. Yi Feng turned to look and saw the boy kneeling on the ground, looking at him resolutely and gratefully."You want me to accept you as my disciple?" Yi Feng asked in surprise."Yes, I understand now that I have no talent and cannot enter Green Mountain Sect. But Benefactor not only showed me kindness, you also run a martial arts hall. Please grant me this favor."As Zhong Qing spoke, he heavily kowtowed again. "As long as Master accepts me, Zhong Qing is willing to serve you loyally."Yi Feng clicked his tongue slightly.He really hadn't expected the first person to ask to become his disciple to be in this sort of situation.Oh well!Putting aside this child's moral character for now, just his enthusiasm made it hard for Yi Feng to refuse."Alright, I'll accept you." Yi Feng nodded."Thank you Master for accepting me." Zhong Qing quickly kneeled and thanked him. Without another word, he picked up Yi Feng's finished bowl of noodles and brought it back to the noodle stand."This child really is sensible."Yi Feng had an auntie-like smile on his face. Since this was his first disciple, he couldn't neglect the boy either. After Zhong Qing came back, Yi Feng brought him into the inner room."You use a saber, right?" Yi Feng looked at him and asked."Yes!"Zhong Qing lowered his head. The large saber at his waist, covered in rust stains, had long since given him away."I don't have much to give you, so this saber will be my gift!" Yi Feng took out a long saber and held it out to Zhong Qing.As the large saber emerged, light flowed along its body, carrying an oppressive aura.Among the weapons Yi Feng had forged, this was the one he was most satisfied with. Since he didn't need it himself anyway, giving it to his disciple was fitting."Thank you Master for this gift."Zhong Qing loved it dearly and quickly bowed in thanks.
