Chapter 652: Mr. Siren Was Rejected Again

"Frightened, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou stared at the boy who was in a mess but could still speak freely.

This was obviously a boy who was in extreme poverty, and he only had a wooden sword in his hand.

But for some reason, when the sword talk poured out of his mouth, this person was sprinkled with divine light.

He was standing there.

In the attic on the ground floor of the first floor of the sky, where the light was insufficient, even his face could only be seen in the backlight of the door, and the vague half outline could be barely seen.

But the words he said were so deafening!

"Dong."

The old wooden clock in the hall rang in silence.

After one sound, the boy's stubborn figure was suddenly pulled up a little.

"Gulp~"

Xu Xiaoshou swallowed his saliva.

In just a few moments, he had no idea that the message bar had popped up several "Frightened".

Yes, he was scared, and he was scared a lot.

"Seal the sword until old, and I will become a saint when I grow old?"

Xu Xiaoshou has a good memory.

He vaguely remembers that the first half of this sentence appeared in the White Cave, in the mouth of Gou Wuyue, the Seven Swordsman.

At that time, even Gou Wuyue was not as sure as Xiao Wanfeng in his words.

He could only speculate, put it in that situation, and pretend to be sure, trying to trick Ba Zun'an into revealing his cards.

Now, he guessed that this young man had never even seen what Ba Zun'an looked like!

But...

He said it!

And he said it so sure!

The key is that what he said was verified by the blood of the seven hundred white-clothed people beside Gou Wuyue, and even admitted by Ba Zun'an himself, an established fact!

"This is a genius." Xu Xiaoshou exclaimed in his heart.

Maybe in the first few minutes, he didn't care about this young man, and all his attention was attracted by the Seven Swordsman Mei Siren.

But now, he is absolutely sure that even if this young man is in a bad state, with such unique insights into the sword, he will definitely be a great figure in the future as long as he does not encounter any unexpected events.

According to legends, rumors, and the insignificant traces of battle left in the white cave...

A mortal!

He is not even a spiritual refiner, but he has come to a conclusion that even the entire Holy Temple dare not easily draw.

The key conclusion is unknown to outsiders, but Xu Xiaoshou knows for sure... it is correct!

Recalling the time when he angrily cut the dead branch in white clothes in the hands of Ba Zun'an, Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but ask: "In the art of hiding swords, when hiding swords, can other objects be used instead of swords?"

This word broke the terrible pressure that Mei Siren, who was also in doubt, brought to Xiao Wanfeng under his solemn face.

The young man turned his head and shook his head very solemnly.

"No."

"No?" Xu Xiaoshou was shocked. This answer was very different from what he expected.

"Yes."

Xiao Wanfeng was very sure: "The reason why the Hidden Sword Art is called the Hidden Sword Art is because he has restrained all the sharpness of the sword, avoided all the attention of the Dao on the sword holder, and completely returned to the original state, waiting for one day, the sword is unsheathed, and the ideal state is to become a saint on the spot."

"Of course, before that, if the Hidden Sword Master draws the sword, no matter how, it will be like a monk breaking the precepts, and all the previous efforts will be wasted."

Xu Xiaoshou was silent after hearing this.

He paused for a moment, and then recalled what Xiao Wanfeng had just said, and asked: "What you said, is it also the conclusion you came to after you figured out the Hidden Sword Art, or the conclusion of the predecessors?"

Xiao Wanfeng was stunned.

This question is really sharp, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Of course, this is the predecessors..."

He spoke subconsciously, but halfway through the words, Xiao Wanfeng's face suddenly turned red.

Yes!

I just said shamelessly that I want to stand on the shoulders of my predecessors, but I can't sit back and eat.

Now, I am also framed by the conclusion of my predecessors, who have come to the conclusion that when hiding the sword, it is impossible to draw the sword at all.

But is this really the case?

Yes!

According to more than ten years of pursuit of the sword, Xiao Wanfeng knows that no one can avoid the gaze of the heaven and draw the sword in other ways when hiding the sword.

But he is a person who does not like to be restricted by rules, and always feels that there is no absolute in the world.

The lack of records in ancient books does not mean that there are really no such strange people in this world.

"I am still practicing the art of hiding the sword, and I have not finished thinking about it, so I can't give a definite conclusion."

Xiao Wanfeng sorted out his mentality and clasped his fists to Xu Xiaoshou: "Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Xu, what you said will be my next research direction for hiding the sword."

Xu Xiaoshou: "..."

So, you are currently researching so many projects, right?

"Is there a method in this world similar to the half-hidden sword art, or when hiding the sword, you can use sword fingers, leaves, dead branches, etc. instead of attacking?" Xu Xiaoshou asked again.

Xiao Wanfeng was asked again.

He had limited knowledge and could not answer this question.

"Yes!"

Mei Siren finally reacted and joined the sword exchange.

Unconsciously, he had already regarded the three people here as an equal sword tea party.

Except Wu Cha, every word of the other two participants could give him a little inspiration.

Even though this inspiration was small...

At the level of Seven Sword Immortals, it can be said that Mei Siren himself is an encyclopedia of swordsmanship.

So even if there is only a little inspiration, it is equivalent to supplementing the details of the truth of swordsmanship.

This kind of supplement, if not careful, may lead to a great way!

How dare he, Mei Siren, not treat it with caution?

"Hidden swordsmanship, hidden swordsman, as young friend Fu Ji said, there are situations where you can use your sword. At present, I know of two methods."

Mei Siren's voice was solemn, and he tapped his folding fan lightly. He paused and moved it down to continue:

"One, you can reach the level of a semi-saint, isolate the way of heaven with the power of refining spirits, and then use the identity of a hidden swordsman to achieve the purpose of using the sword..."

"But this method is meaningless. The highest level of hidden swordsmanship is to enter the sainthood. If the swordsman is a saint, then using this method is nothing but missing the point."

"As for the second..."

Mei Siren looked at Xu Xiaoshou: "Strictly speaking, the swordsmanship of this world is based on the swordsmanship of the sword god Gu Louying and the nine swordsmanship."

"On this basis, if the hidden swordsman is proficient in the nine swordsmanship, and takes this as the foundation, and combines it to derive a unique swordsmanship of his own, it is like jumping out of the five elements and no longer in the three realms."

"The great way lunatic, you can joke about it!"

Mei Siren looked at Xu Xiaoshou meaningfully.

His words were very clear. Xiao Wanfeng, who was standing next to him, immediately recognized who it was and said in a strong voice, "The Eighth Sword Immortal?"

"Yes."

Mei Siren looked at Xu Xiaoshou, who was asking the question, with a burning gaze: "Among the sword cultivators of the time, only Ba Zun'an can truly reach this level. Only his sword thoughts that transcend the times... My friend, have you seen Ba Zun'an?"

Xu Xiaoshou's heart skipped a beat.

He didn't expect that he was asking in a very vague way.

But the two people in front of him still tore off the wrapping paper of their words in a few words and got to the essence.

Are all smart people so scary?

"I have met the Eighth Sword Immortal. I would like to..."

Xu Xiaoshou laughed and pointed at Xiao Wanfeng and said, "To be honest, I have been to the White Cave like him and have my own unique views."

Mei Siren smiled and said, "I don't know why you are asking, but if... the inference of this friend comes true, then there is only one sword master in the world who can draw a sword, and that is him, the Eighth Sword Immortal!"

Mei Siren looked at Xiao Wanfeng and said, "My friend, what is your name?"

Xiao Wanfeng suddenly became embarrassed and his face flushed.

"Junior Xiao Wanfeng, meet Mr. Siren!"

Mei Siren walked forward and asked kindly, "Are you willing to be my disciple?"

"?"

Xin Gugu on the side was stunned. Is this really the Seven Sword Immortals? Why are they recruiting disciples everywhere?

He was still immersed in the confusing words of the three people and couldn't get out of it. The moment before, he saw that Mr. Siren had a gloomy face and was about to kill the arrogant Xiao Wanfeng.

Why is he going to accept a disciple again all of a sudden?

"I..."

To everyone's surprise, facing the sudden opportunity, Xiao Wanfeng did not choose to bow his head, but was embarrassed and hesitant: "Senior, I, I..."

"You don't want to?"

Mei Siren was also stunned when he saw this guy's reaction.

What happened today?

In the past, he was always successful in accepting disciples, but was rejected twice in a row?

"Yes!"

Xiao Wanfeng struggled for a long time, gritted his teeth and said: "Junior is indeed confused about the way of swordsmanship, and wants to get answers, but if you want me to become a disciple... To be honest with you, what Xu Shao said is actually what I think in my heart. My way of swordsmanship, I want to walk on my own!"

Being a disciple means learning the way of swordsmanship of the teacher.

But for Xiao Wanfeng, he had already found his own way after more than ten years of hard work.

It would be great if problems could be solved.

But if he gave up his chosen path now and turned to learn the way of the Seven Sword Immortals, maybe one day in the future, he could really become the next Seven Sword Immortals and the successor of Mei Siren.

But as long as Mei Siren did not become a saint, he, Xiao Wanfeng, would never be able to break through Mei Siren's path and get ahead of him.

For Xiao Wanfeng, the Eighth Sword Immortal was his idol.

What he wanted was to follow the path of the Eighth Sword Immortal, stand on the shoulders of his predecessors, and walk out his own unique sword path.

To put it another way...

He was ambitious!

He was unwilling to be mediocre!

Today, let alone Mei Siren, even if the Eighth Master wanted to accept a disciple, Xiao Wanfeng would immediately refuse.

Perhaps the sword thought was also very tempting, but what if the Eighth Sword Immortal could not take that step in the end?

In this world, there is only one person who can truly be deified by the sword path.

That is the true legend of the Sword God of the East Region—the Sword God, Gu Louying!

Perhaps at this moment, Xiao Wanfeng was embarrassed to say the real reason for his refusal to become a disciple, but he was truly aware of it...

Every sword cultivator wanted to become a god by relying on his own swordsmanship, but there were very few who could truly stick to their original intentions from beginning to end and not be tempted by external things.

The Eighth Sword Immortal was one, and the others...

It seemed that there were really no more.

"But I, Xiao Wanfeng, want to be the second one!"

Mei Siren's invitation to be a disciple, at this moment, turned into a sailing wind that strengthened the direction of Xiao Wanfeng's lonely boat in the sea of ​​his heart.

Xiao Wanfeng's voice was whistling in his heart.

He couldn't say it, but his sharp eyes met Mei Siren's questioning eyes.

Even if he rejected the other party, he was not afraid at all.

"Hahaha..." Mei Siren suddenly raised his head and laughed.

He was really happy.

He accepted disciples twice today, but was rejected twice.

But the long-lost joy in his heart was so wonderful.

For him, he didn't know when accepting disciples became a means to verify the true intention of sword cultivation.

The opportunity given by the Seven Sword Immortals is indeed a real opportunity for every swordsman.

But for the swordsman who really has the final direction, it is a roadblock and a stumbling block!

Those who failed to reject themselves did not make the wrong choice.

Because they know that their future is limited, they choose to take a shortcut recognized by the world and step onto the peak from a different angle. What's wrong with this?

But for the real swordsman who is moving forward, roadblocks are roadblocks, and stumbling blocks are stumbling blocks.

To put it bluntly, the sword immortal is just a sword immortal.

He is not a sword saint, let alone a sword god!

Those who rejected him might be said to be ignorant and ambitious. Even 99.99% of them gave up halfway, which was not uncommon.

But the rest, even if there was only one person who succeeded.

His future achievements would definitely be above the Seven Sword Immortals!

"Xiao Wanfeng..."

Mei Siren murmured, patting the boy's shoulder: "I respect your choice. During this period, I will still be here. If you have any questions about the sword, you can ask me at any time."

After that, he turned back.

"Thank you, senior!"

Xiao Wanfeng was overjoyed and bowed to express his gratitude. The veins in his hand holding the wooden sword were so excited that they burst.

Fortunately, he had no spiritual energy.

Otherwise, under this moment of loss of composure, the wooden sword that accompanied him all the way would probably break.

"Good guy..."

Xu Xiaoshou really looked up to this young man.

He rejected Mei Siren because he was "proficient in swordsmanship".

But Xiao Wanfeng, that was really relying on his own perseverance to resist the temptation.

How many sword cultivators in the world would choose to refuse Mr. Siren's question "Are you willing to be my disciple?"

"Congratulations, all roads lead to Rome, but you chose the most difficult one. You may have to work hard for a hundred years, and you may fail in the end, and your swordsmanship will completely collapse." Xu Xiaoshou sighed and congratulated Xiao Wanfeng.

"Isn't it the same for Mr. Xu?" Xiao Wanfeng smiled. At this moment, his heart was firm, his spine was straight, and he felt that his future was infinitely bright.

Rejection, rebirth... suddenly became equivalent.

After all, I have rejected even the Seven Sword Immortals. What else in the world can do to my heart of Tao?

"We are different..."

Xu Xiaoshou laughed and said nothing more. Instead, he wanted to find Xin Gugu to prepare a room for the disheartened Mr. Siren.

But when he turned around, Xin Gugu had already run to the old man.

"Senior, senior, as the saying goes, there is no acquaintance without fighting. Although I didn't respect you much outside just now, and although I have never carried a sword to fight."

"But the old saying is good, the best time to plant a tree is now, except for ten years ago."

Xin Gugu grabbed Mei Siren's robe, bowed his body, and cried: "They are ungrateful and rejected the senior. I am different. I want to learn swordsmanship. Please accept me as a... puff!"

"pia".

Mei Siren folded his fan and printed Xin Gugu's left face red, and slapped his words away.

"Shut up."

"Uh, senior, I'm not kidding. It doesn't matter if you are rejected. Look at me. Don't think I'm old just because I am the throne. In fact, it's because I am a genius. I am not much older than Xu Shao. I can still learn swordsmanship now..."

"pia!"

Another sound, Xin Gugu's right face was also slapped red.

He was about to cry: "No, why can they take it, but I can't? I don't accept it, I'm also very powerful, I can kick Xu away with one kick..."

"Being ridiculed, passive value, +1."

Xu Xiaoshou kicked with a whip, Xin Gugu spun around, and directly embedded on the wall in the shape of a "武".

"Bang!"

The hall made a loud noise.

Xiao Wanfeng's eyelashes trembled, his body trembled, looking at Xin Gugu who was almost beaten to death, his heart trembled for no reason.

"What, what's going on, he he he... isn't he the throne?"

"He flew away?"