Longevity, starting from traveling and telling stories

Chapter 92 Apprenticeship
At the foot of Tianji Mountain, smoke rises.

People who came here to seek refuge all brought food with them, but the supply was limited after all. However, many birds and beasts had flocked here in recent days, which made their food situation temporarily less tight.

Ye Beixuan was quietly roasting rabbit meat at the moment. Next to him, a little boy about seven or eight years old was practicing the most basic swordsmanship against a tree with a wooden sword.

His face and expression seemed quite tough and extremely brave, but his parents were not around.

After a while, the boy fell unconscious to the ground, and his body happened to roll down the slope to the side of Ye Beixuan. This suddenly reminded him that when he first arrived, he rolled to the side of the pretty widow and was rescued by her, and he also took advantage of her a lot.

"Ah," an old man beside him sighed and said, "What a poor child!"

"Uncle, what happened to this child?" Looking at the unconscious boy with the wooden sword still tightly grasped in his hand, Ye Beixuan asked curiously.

"Hey, this kid's name is Ye Xiaobei. His parents were killed by zombies while trying to protect him. We took pity on him, so we brought him here for shelter." The uncle shook his head and said, "But right now, our own food is limited. Even though he's a child, he eats a lot. We really don't have any left."

"It is said that the wooden sword was made for him by his father. He likes swordsmanship, but his father couldn't afford a wooden sword, so he made one for him."

Ye Xiaobei? This is similar to his own name. It really is fate. Ye Beixuan can understand the uncles and others. Save yourself first before saving others. Don't even think about saving others if you can't even save yourself.

As he spoke, he took out a kettle and fed the child some water. Perhaps it was the aroma of the meat, the heat from the fire, or perhaps the water was really useful, but Ye Xiaobei actually woke up slowly.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to check his sword. Seeing the sword in his hand, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing the kettle in Ye Beixuan's hand again, he stood up, his body trembling slightly as he said, "Thank you, uncle."

"Uncle? I'm only twenty! Can't you just call me brother?" Ye Beixuan felt depressed, but then he thought about it and realized that with his big beard, calling him uncle was almost the same.

"It's okay. Is this sword important to you?" Ye Beixuan asked curiously without tearing off a rabbit leg and handing it to him.

"This is the magic sword my father made for me." Ye Xiaobei looked hesitant. Ye Beixuan shook his hand again, motioning him to take it. He then stretched out his dirty little hand with slightly trembling hands, took the rabbit meat, and began to eat it voraciously.

Ye Beixuan didn't say anything, but started eating by himself. At this moment, a burly man kicked Ye Xiaobei away and knocked over Ye Beixuan's fire rack.

"Boy, give me the meat."

Ye Xiaobei was so burned that his teeth grimaced, but he didn't even groan. Instead, he stood up, picked up the wooden sword, held it with both hands, and stabbed forward.

However, a child was no match for an adult. The burly man grabbed his sword with one hand and kicked him away again. He also threw the wooden sword into the fire. Looking at the burly man gnawing on the rabbit leg, Ye Beixuan said coldly, "Hey, you knocked over my fire rack."

The burly man saw that someone dared to care about him, and he glanced coldly. Then he noticed that the person on the other side of the fire rack had a whole rabbit in his hand. His eyes suddenly lit up.

Looking at Ye Beixuan's frail appearance, and comparing their body shapes, he slammed the rabbit's legs down after a moment of deliberation, and said in a rather overbearing and arrogant tone, "Boy, give all your rabbits to me."

Ye Beixuan had a blank expression on his face and said nothing. Instead, he just ate the rabbit meat as if he was air.

"I'm talking to you, do you hear me?" The burly man walked over quickly and reached out to grab it.

Zheng.
"what"

There was a clang of swords and a scream. The man who had just reached out to grab the rabbit covered his severed right hand with his left hand, a look of pain and fear on his face. He stepped back and said, "You...you..."

At some point, Ye Beixuan appeared, holding a wooden sword that had been blackened by the fire, looking at him with cold eyes. He put down the rabbit meat, slowly stood up holding the wooden sword, and used a simple basic sword technique to stab the man quickly. The man fell to the ground, holding his chest. This was the sword move that the little boy had just used.

The dark wooden sword dripped with bright red blood. Seeing the bloodshed, the people around were all apprehensive, and they were consciously or unconsciously trying to move away from the place. But at the same time, they were all grateful to the bearded man, because this burly man had recently robbed many people of their food.

Ye Beixuan didn't pay any attention to it and continued to eat the rabbit meat. After finishing the meat and wiping his hands, he got up and prepared to leave, ready to go to the Tianji Pavilion to take a look.

He had not walked far when he noticed a thin figure secretly following him.

"Come out!"

The little boy hid behind a big tree, tilting his head and looking at him with fear.

"What do you want from following me?" Ye Beixuan asked.

The little boy exposed his entire body, holding a blackened wooden sword in his hand. He jogged along and suddenly knelt down and said, "Please... please, sir, accept me as your disciple."

Accepting a disciple? Ye Beixuan shook his head and rejected the idea. He was still a half-baked person, and accepting a disciple would be harmful to others.

So he whispered, "I can teach you a few tricks."

"Ye Xiaobei, thank you, Master." The little boy knelt down again. Ye Beixuan dodged and did not want to accept his kneeling.

"But you and I are not destined to be master and disciple, so don't worship me." Ye Beixuan appeared again.

"Come here, sword." He just stretched out his five fingers and grabbed the air, and the wooden sword in Ye Xiaobei's hand immediately fell into his hands.

"Watch carefully. I will only teach you once. Whether you can do it or not depends on you."

He stopped talking and held the wooden sword in his hand, using simple basic sword techniques: swiping, picking, stabbing and chopping. Without any fancy moves, the trees next to him were immediately cut open by the wooden sword, and they fell to the ground with a loud noise.

"Master, I... I am dull and I am afraid I can't learn it." Ye Xiaobei said woodenly.

Alas. Ye Beixuan sighed secretly. It was almost impossible to ask him to learn it after just one look, but he had no idea where to start at the moment, so he might as well send him off for now!
So he said, "Once upon a time, there was a child like you, with a dull talent. He took a year to practice what others could achieve in a month, but in the end, he still became the best martial artist in the world."

"Nothing is unachievable."

After saying that, he slashed the ground with a sword. With a loud bang, the sword energy flashed past, forming a neat gully.

Ye Xiaobei was stunned by the scene before him. His father had only taught him some basic sword skills, but he had never seen a sword that could emit sword energy. He thought that such things only existed in storybooks.

"Thank you, Master." After saying this, Ye Xiaobei bowed his head and knelt again, but no one responded for a long time.

He plucked up his courage and looked up.

The person in front of him had long disappeared, leaving behind only the remaining rabbit meat, a black wooden sword and a piece of paper with a few simple basic sword moves written on it.

"Master, I will definitely practice hard and will not let you down."

On the other side, Ye Beixuan, who was standing in the dark, saw Ye Xiaobei turn around and return to the crowd. He sighed, shook his head, performed the wind control technique, and continued to head towards Tianji Mountain.

(End of this chapter)