After the apprenticeship, I became a hater

Luo Wuchen has always brought me by his side since he left the customs. He taught me how to practice swords, led me to practice, and asked me for anything.

I'm used to being treated maliciously, but when I suddenly encountered kindness, it made me feel at a loss.

I was panicked at first, and then I broke the pot, no matter what, I was always not at a loss. After all, I was white, I had nothing, and I had nothing to lose.

But even if I comfort myself like this, I still worry about gains and losses.

I am afraid that this beautiful time is just a flash in the pan, and I am even more afraid that this is just my dream. When I wake up, I will only face the painful reality.

I didn't dare to sleep in the past because I was afraid of the dream after falling asleep; now I dare not fall asleep because I am afraid that once I fall asleep, I will never be able to see Master again when I wake up. I am still in the past and have never changed.

Even though I have confirmed more than once that all this is not a dream, it is true that the master came out of the customs, it is true that he took me to heal my injuries, and it is true that he taught me how to practice swords...

But every night when I was separated from Master and returned to my room to be alone, I kept my eyes wide open and tried my best to stay awake, lest I accidentally fall asleep.

But I'm just a mortal after all, maybe I'll pass if I don't sleep all night, but after two or three nights, I can't bear it anymore.

In fact, I knew in my heart that there was no need for me to hold on and refuse to fall asleep. Even if I fell asleep, nothing terrible would happen, but I just got into the corner of the horns like a ghost and couldn't get out.

I didn't dare to sleep, I was really sleepy, so I took my sword and ran to the yard to practice one move at a time.

From the desolation of the moon to the dawn of the morning, I also know that I have poor talent and low comprehension, but I think that hard work can make up for it, and I should be able to gain something from practicing day and night.

But I'm really clumsy, even if I practice until I'm exhausted and physically exhausted, it will have little effect.

It's nothing more than a stupid person, but his body is still clumsy. Seeing Luo Wuchen's set of swordsmanship is flowing like clouds and flowing water, it is so elegant, and if he used it himself, even his hands and feet don't seem to be his own.

My hands and feet were in a hurry, obviously my foot injury was healed, and my leg was no longer limping, but I still couldn't stand still, either my left foot tripped my right foot, or my right foot stepped on my left foot, obviously it was my leg, But he was always against me, and he didn't listen to my master's command at all.

Ever since Luo Wuchen taught me swordsmanship, I have fallen over a hundred times at least, often falling to the ground in a daze before the end of a move.

I am so unbearable to teach, but the master never thought I was stupid, I couldn't remember, so he taught me over and over again until I remembered.

I practiced the sword well, but I couldn't even hold my foot firmly. The master didn't scold me, but only corrected my mistakes over and over again. He took apart a set of sword moves, crushed them, bit by bit teach me.

Under Master's patient guidance, I finally achieved some results, at least I won't fall down inexplicably anymore.

But the progress of swordsmanship has always troubled me.

I have been taught by my master for half a month, but I haven't even learned a single trick. If I say I'm as stupid as a pig, the pig will think it's lowering it.

Because I have been practicing for too long and haven't had a good rest for too long, I am dizzy, my hands and feet are weak, especially my arms, which are so heavy that it is difficult to lift them.

I was gasping for breath, out of breath, and the sweat condensed into strands, sliding down my forehead, brow bone, and sideburns, and my vision was blurred.

In fact, I also discovered that often the more I want to do something well, the final result is often the opposite, and the end is dismal.

But I just can't be reconciled.

Why am I doomed to be mediocre, why am I always left far behind no matter how I catch up...

I also want to be envied and admired by others, and I also want others to talk about me, Xie Wan, and be able to say that I am worthy of being a disciple of Sword Master, not...

It's not a joke that even if I worship Sword Master as a master, the mud will not be able to support the wall, saying that I have lost Jian Master's face and am not worthy of being Jian Master's disciple.

Rubbing my wet face with the back of my hand, I commanded my trembling arms, raised the sword again, and continued to practice hard.

In the end, I didn't know which trick or style I could practice.

I seemed to be in a daze, and when I was wandering, I suddenly heard Luo Wuchen's voice.

"Wanwan, are you practicing sword?"

The voice was cold, and there was no emotion.

I was so startled that the sword in my hand almost fell to the ground without being able to hold it steady.

Luo Wuchen looked at me and frowned slightly.

I woke up completely from the state just now, holding the sword at a loss, only to feel that my whole body was frozen, and I put the sword into the scabbard several times before I successfully put the sword back into the scabbard.

"Master, Master, why are you here?" I looked at Luo Wuchen ignorantly, my heart beating fast.

Luo Wuchen didn't answer, his brows furrowed for a moment, but his tone seemed to be a little softer than before, he asked: "How long have you been practicing?" He seemed afraid of scaring me.

I was stunned for a while, and I was almost coaxed into telling the truth, but if I told the truth, it would be too embarrassing for Master to know that I practiced sword all night because of poor results.

I was embarrassed to say it, so I just stammered my answer: "No, it won't be long, if I can't fall asleep, I will get up and practice for a while..."

Luo Wuchen grabbed my wrist, put his fingers away from my nervously clenched fist, and frowned at me: "A while?"

I followed his movements, and my eyes fell on my hands, only to realize that my hands were holding the sword for too long, and the palms of my hands were bleeding.

Facing Luo Wuchen's eyes that seemed to see through me, I faltered and changed my words: "Just half the night..."

"It's really not that long." I added hastily.

Luo Wuchen didn't continue to ask, but lightly rubbed the wound on my palm with his fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

I felt the pain belatedly, the pain of the wound breaking the skin, the pain of sweat soaking into the wound, it was so hot that my fingers couldn't help curling up.

Luo Wuchen's eyelashes drooped slightly, he took out a jade white medicine bottle from the Najie with a flick of his sleeve, and carefully applied the medicine for me.

The dry and slightly cool fingertips are stained with white and creamy ointment, and gently smear every scar on my palm.

A numb feeling came from the palm of my hand, my body trembled slightly, and my heart beat fast. It seemed that there were many complicated emotions flashing by, but I couldn't catch them in time.

After applying the medicine, seeing that I was still in a daze, Luo Wuchen stretched out his arms and hugged me into his arms, then pinched my waist with one hand, supported my hips with the other, lifted me up, and put me in his arms inside.

I made a low "ah" sound, only felt a short vacancy, came back to my senses and sat on Luo Wuchen's solid forearm, my breathing stopped: "Master?"

"Hold me tight," Luo Wuchen hugged me and walked towards my room: "I'll take you back to the room to take a shower."

"...Mmm." In the beating heartbeat, I reached out to wrap my arms around Luo Wuchen's neck, and leaned over.

Wait, take... bath?

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