Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 161

[Chapter 161 Damn, grab a job]

“Huh? Who are you? How dare you peep at our “Invincible Xuanwu Academy” disciples practicing martial arts?” The wretched old man found Ding Hao.

Ding Hao was a little surprised. Although he didn’t hide it on purpose, the “Yan Tao Blur Technique” has achieved a little, and it will affect the feelings of ordinary people. It is difficult for ordinary people to find out their existence. This wretched old man is like a liar. , actually found yourself?

“Huh? A little familiar, you kid… wow, are you Ding Hao?” The wretched old man actually called out Ding Hao’s identity.

The surprise turned into a shock.

This wretched old man is not an acquaintance he knew before. He should have come to the slum recently, and it is so easy to recognize himself in disguise? Who is he?

Ding Hao took off the blue bamboo strips and hats, carefully identified them for a moment, and said in surprise, “Hey, is that you? That profiteer who sells waste products in the black market?”

He finally recognized that this wretched old man was the super profiteer who was selling all kinds of junk secrets in the black market of the slums. The remnant of his “One-knife Departure Technique” was bought from this guy at the time. Spent a lot of money.

“The profiteer?” The wretched old man was furious: “What kind of eyes do you have, kid, have you seen such a pure profiteer?” Having said this, his eyes rolled and he laughed loudly: “Little fellows, have you seen it? Let me just say that I know Ding Hao, the fool in front of me is the genius who walked out of the slum, your idol, Ding Hao!”

The children looked at Ding Hao with eager eyes one by one.

Under the reflection of the morning light, a pair of crystal-like pure and innocent eyes flickered with sparkling light.

In the past period of time, Ding Hao’s name has completely spread throughout the slums. Before this, few poor teenagers could join the Swordsman Sect, let alone win the championship in the five-house competition. His glorious record made Ding Hao undisputed the idol of all the teenagers in the slum.

Every teenager has a martial arts dream in his heart.

For the youths in the slums, the road that Ding Hao has traveled is the dream that they are eager to realize.

Even if they come from a low background, even if they cannot access advanced martial arts, they still have the right to pursue their dreams.

Ding Hao looked at the teenagers and greeted them with a smile.

This kind smile like a spring breeze dispelled the last trace of restraint and hesitation in the hearts of the teenagers, and made them suddenly excited.

“Brother Ding Hao…”

“Brother Ding Hao, how powerful are you now?”

“Brother Ding Hao, I heard that the talented young men from other places call you senior brother now, right?”

“Brother Ding Hao, do you still remember me? We scouted for treasures in the trash together! I’m Xiao Erhei!”

“Brother Ding Hao, I must join the Swordsman Sect just like you.”

“Brother Ding Hao, who is more powerful between you and Teacher Tianshu?”

“Idiot, of course Ding Hao’s brother is very powerful, “Tianshu teacher” is not qualified to join Wen Jianzong.”

The last two children’s conversation made the brows of the old man beside him jump. He was the “Tianshu teacher” in the children’s mouth. These bastards, when they saw their daughter-in-law and forgot their mother, when they saw Ding Hao, they devalued themselves immediately.

The teenagers didn’t notice the wretched old man’s expression. Like a group of chattering sparrows, they surrounded Ding Hao, scrambling to talk, all taking pride in being able to say a word to their idol.

Ding Hao smiled and answered patiently one by one.

These questions seem childish, but they carry the dreams of these slum children.

“Brother Ding Hao, you are so powerful, can you teach us?”

A little girl about eight years old, wearing a stained coarse cloth shirt, bare foot, extremely pretty, wheat-like dark skin, raised her head, her big eyes full of hope, expectantly. Look at Ding Hao.

This sentence made the other children hold their breath for a moment.

Yes, if Brother Ding Hao can teach us martial arts, it will definitely be much better than “Tianshu Teacher”. In the future, we can really join Wen Jianzong like Brother Ding Hao.

The hearts of the children are full of anticipation.

“A bunch of little bastards, you know what you are, asking about Jianzong’s martial arts, Xuangong, and spiritual methods. You can’t spread it out. If Ding Hao teaches you martial arts, he will definitely be expelled from the division. Do you want to kill Ding Hao? Besides, Ding Hao’s training is so tense, why? Time to teach you little brats!”

The wretched old man next to him, “Teacher Tianshu”, didn’t know what he was thinking, and scolded with jumping feet.

The light in the children’s hopeful eyes suddenly dimmed.

The little girl’s disappointed eyes were filled with crystal clear tears, she shook her head sensible, and said politely: “I see, it’s not good for Huanhuan, Huanhuan shouldn’t ask such a stupid question, it’s alright, we Studying with “Tianshu Teacher” is also very good…”

Ding Hao felt sad for no reason, what a sensible child.

He thought of the self in his memory, the tragic years when he sweated, suffered, lost, persevered, and was looked down upon in order to join the Swordsman Sect.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ding Hao reached out and touched the head of the little girl named Huanhuan, and smiled: “Don’t listen to the nonsense of this bad old man profiteer, who said I can’t teach you, little girl, don’t cry, I promise Now, every day from now on, Brother Ding Hao will definitely spare an hour to come here to teach you martial arts.”

The children were stunned.

The little girl Huanhuan also stayed where she was.

Happiness came so suddenly, everyone couldn’t believe what they heard.

After a long time, the children who reacted suddenly jumped up excitedly, bursting out with cheers and screams, and a few little guys even cried happily on the spot.

They came from a low background and had no conditions to receive orthodox martial arts training from a young age. Even if they had some talent, they lost to the peers of those big families from the beginning. Once they missed the golden age of laying the foundation, they would be missed from martial arts for life. There are very few people like Ding Hao who have an unexpected adventure to change their fate.

Although they are still young and ignorant, living in this cruel world where the strong eat the weak, the pressure and temper of life have already made them understand a lot.

At this moment, fate finally took a turn.

The light of hope shines on their hearts.

“Damn, you are robbing me of my job,” the wretched old man said angrily, “Ding Hao, you are so unkind!”