I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1009

[Chapter 954 Hit him!]

Meisi people?

Meisi, one of the Seven Sword Immortals?

The storyteller has long heard the name of the famous kendo master, Mr. Siren, but like other people on the mainland, he has never seen Mr. Siren in person, and

when he heard his name, he was refreshed, and he also bowed and saluted: “I have seen him. Mr. Siren.”

This is the real senior!

It is different from the names that have been killed like “The Eighth Sword Immortal”.

The title of “Mr. Siren” represents the achievements of the Meisi people in the inheritance of ancient swordsmanship, and they should be the masters of a hundred generations!

“Yeah.”

Mei Si people knocked on the paper fan without much response, only looking at Ba Zunji, straight to the point: “It took a lot of trouble to meet at such a place, but I don’t know why you came here to find the old man? ”

For the inheritance of kendo, and for the future of kendo.”

Mei Si raised his eyebrows indiscernibly, obviously not expecting to get such an answer.

He smiled and said: “The Eighth Sword Immortal is a great talent in the world, and is proficient in the nine major swordsmanship. If it is for the inheritance of kendo and the future of kendo, I think what you can do is not much worse than the old one.”

“I can’t. “Ba Zunjun shook his head decisively, “I have already sealed my sword, and now under the ‘Banwu Order’, my body has become a weak body. As one of my life, my life has been turbulent, and it is no longer suitable for vigorous activities today.”

Fengjian… … Meisiren’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly thought of the young swordsman he met on the first floor of the sky.

His inference, when the mantra is in the eight deities who understand the current situation?

Sure enough, his eyes did not miss it.

That kid was a genius!

It’s a pity that the other party’s ambition is not small, and he doesn’t want to be his apprentice.

Mei Siren felt a pity, but with a smile on his face, he said: “Since the ‘rebirth’, the ‘activities’ you have done can’t be called ‘ordinary’, this is what you have done to the saint slave recently. Your

self-interpretation?”

He meant something, obviously at this time he already knew that the eight masters cut seven hundred white clothes in the White Cave, sent Gou Wuyue back to the mountain to be imprisoned, went fishing in the Yunlun Mountains,

planned the battle of the saints, and also It attracts people from the world to the city in the sky with its exotic treasures.

And the reality is indeed, this one piece, one after another, which is the performance of “not suitable for vigorous activities”?

Ba Zun Li smiled and said: “Mr. Siren can see more than this layer. But mortals can walk and step on ants inadvertently. What I do, except for the white cave, is just a game of chess. How can it be called a ‘violent activity’?”

Mei Siren was silent.

Playing chess…

This is easy to say, the object of your chess game is not simple.

“As expected of the Eighth Sword Immortal!” With a sigh of admiration, the Meisi people no longer delved into the subject and returned to the topic, “So, what exactly do you want the old man to help?”

Ba Zunchen gave him a deep look: “Teach the sword!

” sword?

The Mei Si people were stunned.

Of course, he couldn’t understand the words of the eight masters as if he wanted to teach the opponent’s swordsmanship. How did he teach him?

The meaning behind the other side is to teach someone the way of ancient sword cultivation.

Who will it be?

What a great face!

How delicate is it to have Ba Zunjun come forward in person and persuade others to teach swords?

The Meisi people didn’t think about it, and responded: “This also seems to be your strong point? And ‘teaching the sword’ is not a ‘violent activity’.”

“Of course not.” Ba Zunyan laughed, “It’s a pity , I’m too busy playing games, I can’t find time to teach people.”

There is no time… Meisi people are choked by this reason.

You don’t have time, so let me teach, is this logical to a bit outrageous?

The old man is like that idle cloud and wild crane, who has enough time?

Feeling sullen in his chest, the Meisi people opened their mouths and laughed, “Haha”, and stopped talking.

In fact, he and Ba Zunjun didn’t meet much here, and they didn’t have much friendship. Naturally, they wouldn’t think about agreeing to the other party’s unreasonable request.

“How?” Ba Zunjun asked with a smile, as if he didn’t see Mr. Siren’s expression.

The Mei Si man was stunned, the opposite was obviously not really stupid, and he failed to understand what he meant.

But “teaching people”…

Meisi people never like to be forced.

He taught people to rely solely on fate and providence, never forcing anyone, and never deliberately forcing fate and encounters.

As expected, Mei Siren didn’t respond, but with a “swipe” sound, he opened the folding fan in his hand, aimed the fan at the two in front of him, and shook it gently.

The wind by the river is howling, why do you need a paper fan?

But when the paper fan was spun out, Ba Zunji and the storyteller stopped their gazes before they landed on the fan.

On it, there are three big Moxiang characters:

“I refuse.” The

storyteller was stunned.

He watched closely, and he had never seen Mr. Mito change the paper fan.

As soon as the other party appeared, he held the paper fan in his hand.

Doesn’t this mean that from the very beginning, Mr. Siren made up his mind that it was impossible to accept his brother’s request, and he never wanted to have anything to do with the saint slave?

yes!

If this is accepted, it is more than a mere “teaching sword”?

This directly means that Mr. Siren has entered the field, and the camp he has chosen is the “Saint Slave” – the opposite of the Holy Temple!

Storytellers know that Mr. Siren is able to stand alone because he has no position, never stands on any side, and is only obsessed with kendo.

On the side, Ba Zunjun and the storyteller think differently.

He was not at all surprised, and his eyes quickly moved away from the three characters on the fan, as if he had never seen it before.

“Mr. Siren also has a time to cherish his talents?” He meant something, as if recalling the scene when a young man fought a sword in the world, and Wen Ting met Mei Siren in the snow.

The Meisi people read out the meaning of the opposite, but did not respond, but still gently shook the folding fan in his hand:

I refuse!

Ba Zunji didn’t give up and asked, “If Ru Ruo, is that a great talent like me?”

Mei Siren froze.

So boastful, if it was someone else, he turned around and left.

But when Ba Zunjun said so, he was moved.

However, heartbeat means death.

The Meisi people didn’t want to take such a risk, he waved the paper fan again, smiled and said, “The old man is a cherished talent, but he is never good at being a teacher, and he doesn’t like to force anything…”

“What if he is Xu Xiaoshou?” Eight Zun understands his turbid eyes and interrupts.

The storyteller looked sideways, surprised.

He didn’t know the purpose of Ba Zunji’s trip before.

But when Ba Zunge personally said that he was here for Xu Xiaoshou, the storyteller suddenly felt a little… jealous?

Brother, have you ever been so nice to people?

Mei Siren’s fan-shaking movement stopped again, his brows were raised, and after three breaths, his expression eased, and he said, “So that’s what it is… But, if Xu Xiaoshou is the one who teaches the sword, this is the case. Even more impossible.”

“Why?” the storyteller asked.

The Meisi man glanced at him and smiled, “To tell the truth, this old man has seen Xu Xiaoshou, and he has the heart to teach, but unfortunately, he does not accept kindness.

” Calmly said: “Xu Xiaoshou thinks very highly of himself, he only eats hard and not soft, to put it bluntly, he is arrogant, he was forced by Sang Qiye to even be a teacher, because I am behind, so he will not Accept Mr. Siren’s kindness.”

This is too plain, and it already means “with me, he is right to refuse, because he really doesn’t need you”.

If it was someone else, the Meisi people turned their heads and left, but he also recognized what Ba Zun knew.

It’s just that the facts are conceivable, and the meaning of the other party’s words is impossible for Meisi people to accept. He said with a funny face: “Is that difficult, and the old man will force him to teach him swordsmanship?”

“Of course not, this is not in line with Mr. Siren. His style is too out of style.” Ba Zunyan shook his head, “A person like Xu Xiaoshou cannot be approached normally.” The

Mei Siren had closed the folding fan unconsciously and tapped lightly, but did not ask any questions.

When you ask, you will reveal your curiosity.

Ba Zunji had already seen that the Meisi people had been persuaded by him. In other words, the other party had long been moved by Xu Xiaoshou, but he had no choice but to leave in the end.

If Xu Xiaoshou really wanted to agree, maybe the Meisi people would have already entered the game!

To be honest, with Xu Xiaoshou’s talent, which “good teacher” doesn’t he like?

Thinking of Xu Xiaoshou, Ba Zunji thought of Lao Sang.

To deal with Xu Xiaoshou, you have to be someone like Sang Lao, not a gentle guy like Mei Siren!

So, Ba Zunji grinned and said, “Mr. Siren might as well think about it from another angle, Xu Xiaoshou is so talented, you don’t really need to ‘teach’ him, as long as you can make him understand what he should ‘learn’, My request will be counted.”

Not “teaching”, but making it “learn”?

Mei Si was puzzled, and Chrysostom was finally opened: “I would like to hear the details.”

“Hit him!”

beat?

The storyteller on the side looked back at his brother in shock, his expression suddenly becoming strange.

The Meisi people were also frightened.

Hit someone?

Where can this be done?

Is this the way of being a teacher?

Ba Zun knew that both of them had misunderstood what he meant, he sighed and explained:

“Mr. Siren, Xu Xiaoshou is very personable, he needs a ‘teaching’, not a ‘professor’. If something happens, it won’t make him have any trouble…

“But hitting him is different!

Ba Zunjun’s expression suddenly became vivid, and under Mei Siren’s astonished and suspicious gaze, he said:

”

Xu Xiaoshou is born to be rebellious. Persuade him, he will not appreciate it.

“But if you beat him, scold him, or humiliate him, he will have hatred in his heart and think of revenge.

“This person’s nature has become… special, but his learning ability is very strong. If you humiliate him with swordsmanship, he will Be sure to give birth to the idea of ‘to treat people’s bodies with their own way’, and then learn what you use, and use what you have learned.

“In this way, our goal has not been achieved?” After the

eight masters finished talking, Mei Siren and storytellers listened in a daze, and then both fell silent.

This is inevitable, and the understanding of Xu Xiaoshou is too deep?

I think too… storytellers have mixed feelings.

Is it really feasible… Meisi people are still in doubt.

He quickly reacted, why did he do such a chore?

It was clear that Ba Zunjun didn’t want to do this shit and cause people to complain, so he summoned himself.

There is no such thing as “I don’t have time”, and there is no such thing as “not suitable for strenuous activities”, they are all excuses!

“Arousing people’s desire to learn with hatred, such despicable means, the old man can’t do it.” After Mei Siren sneered, he opened the “I refuse” fan with a swipe, and slowly shook it.

If I refuse you, go away, why are you still staying here… Ba Zun knows how to be funny, but he still gives a serious solution on his face:

“Mr. …Well, teach students according to their aptitude.

“Since Mr. Xu is afraid of resentment in Xu Xiaoshou’s heart, it is very simple, Mr. only needs to give some comfort and hints while beating him.

“With Xu Xiaoshou’s cleverness, he will be able to understand it, and then he will be grateful.

“With all the sticks, I believe that you have much more experience in dealing with such bad students than me.

”

Ba Zunjun closed his mouth at the right time, leaving only the Meisi person to fall into contemplation.

Well, the storyteller is also meditating, but his thoughts seem to have gone somewhere.

After a long time, the paper fan was closed again, and the Meisi person was beside him .

Beating the palm of his hand, Bian pretended to ask: “Old man, why do you want to help you?

”

Because he is Xu Xiaoshou… The eight masters are well aware of it.

Sword cultivators in the Eastern Region, who doesn’t know how to fight Mei Si and Yu Tu, but lost terribly?

Because Mr. Yu Tu has cultivated an eighth sword immortal. , Meisi people are full of peaches and plums in the world, but there is not even a single one that can be used.

But at this time, Mr. Siren can’t hold back and needs an excuse. Ba Zunjin can understand it too well.

“This is a request from the younger generation, and In return, I can send you to the city in the sky.

“The eight masters said with a smile, “There, there is what any spiritual master in the world yearns for, the holy Daoji!

”

Am I missing this thing… Mei Si’s heartfelt voice resounded, and she looked at Ba Zunjun expressionlessly, but saw the same calm face on the opposite side, with Zhizhu in her hand.

It seems that Ba Zunyan thinks that the conditions he gave are very tempting to him.

The Meisi people suddenly laughed.

It’s really tempting.

But it’s not “Holy Daoji”, but Xu Xiaoshou.

“Saint Daoji or something, you and I are both ancient sword cultivators, so there’s no need to say this, because it’s meaningless.”

Mei Siren shook his head and said: “As for Xu Xiaoshou, this old man can help you, but the condition is not you. Those who said, and the old man is not short of anything for the time being… just treat it as you owe me a favor!” As soon as he

said this, the storyteller’s thoughts were pulled back to reality, and he looked at it with surprise.

Ba Zunjun was stunned for a moment, but the next second, his face also bloomed with color.

I owe a favor!

If it is an ordinary person, it is difficult to repay the favor, so it is best not to owe it.

But it seems like an old senior who has no worries and no stand in his life, when he really wants to let himself help, isn’t it the same as announcing to the world that he is on the side of the saint slave?

Ba Zunji almost thought he heard it wrong, but he would rather make the mistake wrong and not give the other party a chance to change his mouth, so he immediately took over the words and said: “Mr.

The Meisi person knocked on the paper fan and said with a smile, “There will be.”

After saying this, Ba Zunjun suddenly realized, and the other side already understood what kind of misunderstanding his words would give people.

But this is not a misunderstanding at all!

The Meisi people have already had the heart to enter the game!

“Xu Xiaoshou, where are you now?” Mei Siren asked, as if he couldn’t wait for a moment and wanted to beat someone.

Ba Zungan was suddenly silent, and the opposite was so frank, he was ashamed for preparing for his backhand for a while.

“Huh?” Mei Siren snorted, as if smelling conspiracy again.

Ba Zungan sighed: “When Mr. Xu Xiaoshou meets again, it should be… he will be on Void Island.”

Mei Siren was immediately stunned.

Void Island?

Doesn’t this mean that as long as UU Kanshu www.sonicmtl.com promises the eight masters, no matter what, he will go to the Void Island by the hand of the holy slave, and then be recognized by the Holy Spirit Temple as choosing a position, and it is still the Holy Spirit The opposite of the palace?

“The Eighth Sword Immortal is indeed a chess genius, playing chess and chess… It turns out that the old man is also a chess piece.”

“Cough cough…” Ba Zunji coughed awkwardly twice, not daring to answer, “What about Xu Xiaoshou?”

“Humph!” , but definitely not worse than Yu Tu’s apprentice!”

After speaking, he squeezed open the paper fan and shook it slowly.

This time, it is not the side of the three big characters “I refuse” that is aimed at the two saints, but the other side that has been hidden all the time:

“Deal!”

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