Chapter 738 Chapter736 Is the Golden Scale a Thing in the Pool?

Unlike Yongen's recognition and admiration when he stood up, when Yasuo stood in front of the wooden pile, the villagers started talking.

The adults were okay and kept their mouths shut, but the children showed what it meant to speak freely and speak freely, especially the guy who usually had a grudge against Yasuo, who made no secret of his disgust.

"Look, it's little bastard Yasuo! He's up too!"

"Where did this bastard come from? Does he want to learn swordsmanship?"

"The guy without a father, look at the tattered clothes on him, they look like a sack. He's so pitiful."

"It's not that he doesn't have a father. His gangster father ran away. He must not like him. That's why his brother Yongen is willing to see him."

"He can't even compare to Brother Yongen's hair. I really don't know why a good person like Brother Yongen would speak for a bastard like Yasuo..."

Children always deliberately speak loudly when they say bad things, for fear that others will not hear them, so these vicious curses not only reached the ears of Yasuo and Yongen, but also made the people at the Windbending Dojo frown. wrinkle,

He was both angry at why a five-year-old child could bear such a terrible resentment, and also somewhat doubted whether Yasuo's character was inherently flawed.

Otherwise, why is his brother Yongen so beloved but his younger brother so unloved?

Behind Elder Souma, Yongen clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, trying to endure it. If he was expelled from the qualified team by Elder Souma for taking unauthorized actions, and Yasuo failed to pass the assessment, everything would be different. All the efforts were in vain.

Therefore, he must ensure that he can enter the Gale Swordsmanship Dojo. Even if Yasuo fails, the worst he can do is take Yasuo to live near the dojo. As long as he is given a chance to get ahead, he will definitely be able to make money to support himself and his younger brother until he can establish a foothold. There may not be a chance to get Yasuo to live in the dojo in the future.

Therefore, only now, he cannot rescue his younger brother.

At the same time, Yasuo, who was surrounded by malice, had lost the pride he had at the beginning. He lowered his head and felt that every gaze was stinging. When he raised his head, it was impossible to glare back viciously, because There were too many people, and he couldn't find the target one by one. There was nowhere to vent his anger.

Yasuo, with red eyes, turned to look at his brother Yongen, met Yongen's admonishing gaze, and saw Yongen gently shake his head.

A look and a movement between the brothers was enough for Yasuo. He knew that his brother was paying attention to him, so he ignored the doubts, straightened his chest again, and looked at Yongen. Sitting down, Souma completely forgot about the etiquette issues Yongen had asked.

"That master? Can I start?"

Elder Souma frowned, nodded slightly, and signaled the disciples in the dojo to hand the wooden sword to Yasuo, even though he now doubted whether this Yasuo was Yongen's biological brother.

After taking the wooden knife, Yasuo nodded casually to the person who handed him the knife, then put his eyes on the wooden stake, but the bloodshot eyes quickly receded.

He did not regard the wooden stake as his mortal enemy like Gus, nor did he regard the wooden stake as himself like Yongen.

In his eyes, the wooden pile was like the father he had never met. He stood there silently from beginning to end, unable to get rid of it. It affected his life all the time, but never stood up to speak for him. Bear the infamy he left behind.

Misty and without a trace, like a gust of wind that cannot be seen or caught.

He really wanted to ask his father why he and his mother left him and his mother when the family needed it most.

The words reached his throat but could not come out because he had seen his mother shed too many tears when she saw his face, because he knew that even if he got the answer he wanted, he would not be able to call that man father. Instead, he would beat the man severely with all his strength.

He actually knows a lot of truths and wants to be as lovable as his brother Yongen, but... except for Yongen, no one has given him such a chance.

Even his mother doesn't like him. She works outside all day long. Isn't it a kind of hopeless indifference? Who can he please by becoming a good boy?

In this case, it is better not to please anyone and live his own life. Anyway, his brother Yongen will always be on his side. He is not alone.

As long as his brother supports him and encourages him, he doesn't care how much criticism, accusation and abuse he will face. He is Yasuo, and no one can change this.

In front of the wooden stake, Yasuo's eyes gradually calmed down, and the wooden knife in his hand struck the wooden stake without any warning. There was no plan, no momentum, and it seemed that he didn't use much effort, but the crackling sound was endless.

The blunt edge of the wooden knife and the wooden stake were always aloof and kept a subtle distance. In the eyes of most Antaya villagers, it was like a child picking up a willow stick and waving it around, which was extremely ridiculous.

There was no need to consider Yasuo's emotions, and they had never considered Yasuo's emotions. Children of the same age made restrained ridicules. The reason for restraint was because many adults knew that the person who made the decision here was Yufeng Dojo.

But that's the limit. No matter how overbearing the Wind Swordsmanship Dojo is, you can't bully the young and block the mouths of all the children. So when you should laugh, just laugh and act as if no one else is watching.

However, Suma stood up suddenly amid laughter, squinting his eyes and staring at the little boy who was waving the wooden knife in his hand without any distractions.

He knew the weight of the wooden sword very well. Although it weighed less than two kilograms, it was not something that a person who had never held a sword could use easily. What's more, a child could actually attack wooden stakes continuously for such a long time.

If you fail to grasp the center of gravity and the force of the wooden sword, it would be impossible to do this. However, Yasuo's sword-holding posture does not use both hands like a normal person, and the tendon of the sword does not look straight. It seems that the force is exerted by the right hand and assisted by the left hand. , just slashed out so casually, with continuous strength, which is simply unbelievable.

In addition, the position where the little boy attacks the wooden stake is also very interesting. It seems to have no beginning and no end. It goes up and down, left and right, but it implies a kind of knife technique that has never been seen before.

Every time he swung the wooden sword, he made the best use of his strength. Yasuo almost didn't waste his power on the direction of the blade. Rather than saying it was exquisite control, it was better to say that his body spontaneously controlled the wooden sword and poured all his strength on the blade.

But even so, it shouldn't be like this, right?

What the hell is going on?

The more he looked at it, the more doubts he had in his heart. Suma simply walked out of the shed and quietly came not far behind Yasuo to take a closer look. Although Suma didn't say a word, Suma's actions made everyone The laughter died down.

It didn't matter. Suma felt a cold air rush from his heels to Tianling Gai, twisting his head into a mess and making his soul tremble.

He actually felt an unusual wind next to Yasuo.

It is not the natural wind, nor is it the sword wind formed by the sword blade breaking through the air, but the wind element that is attracted by the sword dance and actively comes towards it.

Although the wooden sword is not a real sword, it has most of the same specifications as a real sword. Just like Yongen, as long as the sword posture is correct, it can exert 20% of the power of a real sword.

But this kid named Yasuo actually attracted the wind with his sword dance the first time he touched a sword?

You must know that [the way of controlling the wind] is the foundation for the dojo to gain a foothold in Ionia. The swordsmanship of the wind is the secret of the dojo. The imperial swordsman Cunfeng became a saint by controlling the wind. But now a five or six-year-old A little kid can control the wind just by taking a wooden sword?

Suma's eyes widened, his expression was a little dazed, and he tried hard to tighten his face to maintain dignity.

Is this a fucking joke? It must be a joke, right? ?

But without the help of the wind, how could a child do all this?

So, this kid...

Is he the most suitable genius for wind-controlling swordsmanship? ? ?

In the shed, Yongen watched with joy and pride that his younger brother had attracted Souma's attention with his own talent. The joy in his heart was even greater than his own selection. The two brothers joined the dojo together, which he could not imagine in his dreams. Now that our hopes are likely to become reality, how can we not be excited?

When the matter is over, he must thank Grandpa Boyi, and he must remember Grandpa Boyi's guidance and kindness in the future when he lives a better life.

Not knowing that he had become a peerless genius in Souma's heart, Yasuo felt that his light body suddenly lost strength, his wrists were sore, his arms were numb, he couldn't even hold the wooden sword tightly, and he fell to the ground. , mentally exhausted and dizzy, and just wanted to have a good sleep.

Turning around to look for his brother, Yasuo discovered that at some point, the superior swordsman had arrived behind him.

"Is your name Yasuo?"

Yasuo nodded tiredly.

"You... child, you are qualified, and I am willing to accept you as a closed disciple."

Suma stared at Yasuo without blinking, feeling indescribable excitement in his heart. If his master Cunfeng hadn't already half-retired, such an outstanding disciple wouldn't have been able to take over.

The tired Yasuo just wants to rest now, and he doesn't want to listen to others nagging.

"forget it."

"Great, then from now on, you are...what? What did you say?"

Suma widened his eyes and looked at Yasuo in disbelief, doubting that he had heard correctly just now.

"Master, I'm really not a martial arts material."

After saying that, Yasuo, who was impatient, walked around the petrified Suma and saw his brother Yongen.

Different from the past, Yongen's eyes were full of empty disappointment at this moment, which made Yasuo's heart feel like he was stabbed. For a moment, he couldn't help but regret that he had spoken too quickly.

It's not that he really doesn't want to join a kendo sect. After all, joining a martial arts sect is regarded as a matter of honor to one's ancestors in the eyes of the villagers, but now he really isn't in the mood. He obviously just waved the wooden sword a few times, but his body felt like it was three times a day. He was exhausted after not sleeping all night, so he had no intention of talking.

Not to mention a swordsman, he didn't even bother to look good when Shang Zan's council elders came.

"Brother, I'm going back first."

Being too far away from Yongen, Yasuo had no choice but to say hello and walk back, perhaps with the intention of escaping, but Yongen did not stop him.

Even admonishment should not be given here. Admonition here will only make the two brothers a joke.

Watching Yasuo leave to his own devices, Suma looked a little worried. He wanted to take the qualified person and leave with him, but he really couldn't bear to part with Yasuo's talent.

Turning around, Souma looked at Yongen.

"That's it for today."

…

At night, Yongen stepped in and cooked dinner with Wen Lu. They briefly talked about the recruitment of disciples in the Wind Swordsmanship Dojo. Yongen obtained Wen Lu's consent.

After his mother Wen Lu finished dinner and returned to the house, Yongen, who had not moved his chopsticks, walked into another side room and pushed Yasuo, who was sleeping.

"Yasuo, are you feeling better?"

Although he only slept for a few hours, Yasuo's energy had recovered a lot. The dazed boy opened his eyes, and the face in his sight made Yasuo feel particularly reassured and a little guilty.

"much better……"

Yongen said calmly.

"Then let's go. The food will be cold in a while. No matter what the problem is, it's important to eat first."

"Um."

The two brothers sat at the dining table. Yasuo looked at his mother's empty bowls and chopsticks, and then at his brother's bowl of rice that was no longer steaming. He felt a little sour in his heart. He wanted to apologize but didn't know how to say it, so he could only lower his head and take a big bite. He ate on the ground, using the bottom of the bowl to block Yongen's gaze, as if this would make him feel better.

Yongen didn't say anything more, and silently ate dinner with Yasuo. They cleared the dishes together, grabbed Yasuo who was trying to escape, and Yongen came to the yard.

"Can you tell me why you rejected Elder Suma? It's obviously such a good opportunity?"

Yasuo scratched his head and wanted to smile, but the corners of his mouth couldn't open naturally, so he turned into a forced smile.

"Anyway, my brother has passed the test. It doesn't matter if I go or not, right? There has to be someone at home to help mom. How lonely is she alone?"

"Brother, you haven't learned to lie yet, and I don't want you to learn to lie either."

Yongen's eyes were very clear, and Yasuo, who was sensitive, could not see any hint of blame.

His brother was always like this, always making him feel helpless and not free.

Yongen is not his father, why should he care so much about him...

Yasuo, who couldn't laugh anymore, lowered his head and whispered.

"Brother, if I join the dojo, I will definitely hold you back, just like here. Without me, brother, you will definitely be even better than you are now..."

"More than that, because Elder Suma has lowered his status, you still look down on Elder Suma, right?"

"Idiot brother!"

Yasuo was stunned by the merciless words. He raised his head and was quite sure that his brother was really angry now, because he did look down on Elder Suma.

So Yasuo lowered his head again, preparing to accept criticism.

However, the tall and lanky Yone hugged Yasuo, who was a head shorter than him, with a very soft voice.

"If you really care about me, you should think about becoming my supporter instead of being afraid of holding me back.

Yasuo, I believe in you, and you must also believe in yourself. Your swordsmanship talent is far beyond ordinary people. Elder Suma has an extraordinary status. His willingness to accept you as a closed disciple is a great opportunity. You should be proud of it.

Come with me tomorrow to go find Elder Suma to apologize. Mother, we don’t need to worry about it. I know you are arrogant, but Elder Suma is different from Gus and the others. Your arrogance should not be placed on someone like Elder Suma. on the person,

There will always be a few good teachers and friends in a person's life who can help him. Yasuo, the sword can kill people, but it can't break other people's hearts. "

"I'm sorry, brother, I...I know."

Letting go of Yasuo, Yongen smiled softly.

"After entering the dojo, you must remain humble, do not provoke others at will, and learn swordsmanship seriously from Elder Suma."

"Well...brother, are you going to apologize to Gus and the others today?"

Yongen's face froze, and he walked quietly towards the house, waving his hands.

"I'm tired, go to sleep."

Yasuo smiled knowingly and followed closely behind his brother.