Chapter 954: Beat Him!

Mei Siren?

Mei Siren, one of the Seven Sword Immortals?

The storyteller had long heard of the name of the famous sword master Mr. Siren, but like other people on the continent, he had never seen Mr. Siren in person.

When he heard his name, he was refreshed and bowed in respect: "Hello, Mr. Siren."

This is a real senior!

Unlike the name "Eighth Sword Immortal" that was created by killing.

The title "Mr. Siren" represents Mei Siren's achievements in the inheritance of ancient sword cultivation. He should be a master of a hundred generations!

"Yes."

Mei Siren tapped the paper fan without much response. He just looked at Ba Zun'an and said straight to the point: "After all the trouble, you made an appointment to meet in such a place, but I don't know why you asked me to come here?"

"For the inheritance of swordsmanship and for the future of swordsmanship." Ba Zun'an said righteously.

Mei Siren raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously not expecting to get such an answer.

He smiled and said, "The Eighth Sword Immortal is a great talent of the time, proficient in the nine sword techniques. If it is for the inheritance and future of swordsmanship, I think you can do it no worse than me."

"I can't do it." Ba Zun'an shook his head decisively, "I have sealed my sword a long time ago. Now under the "Forbidden Martial Arts Order", my body has become weak. I have had many misfortunes in my life, so I am no longer suitable for strenuous activities."

Sealing the sword... Mei Siren's eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly thought of the young swordsman he met on the first floor of the sky.

Did his inference really hit Ba Zun'an's current situation?

Sure enough, his vision was not missed.

That kid that day was a genius!

It's a pity that the other party's ambitions were not small and he didn't want to be his apprentice.

Mei Siren felt sorry, but smiled tenderly, saying: "Since 'rebirth', the 'activities' you have done cannot be called 'ordinary'. Is this your self-interpretation of the recent actions of the Saint Slave?"

He meant something, and it was obvious that he had already known that Ba Zun'an had killed 700 white-clothed people in the White Cave, sent Gou Wuyue back to the mountain and was imprisoned, and fished in the Yunlun Mountains. He planned the Saint War and used rare treasures to attract people to the Sky City.

And the reality is indeed that all these things, one by one, are not manifestations of "not suitable for intense activities"?

Ba Zun'an smiled and said: "Mr. Siren must have seen more than this. But ordinary people can accidentally step on ants when walking. What I did, except for the White Cave, was just playing chess... How can a mere chess game be called 'intense activities'?"

Mei Siren was silent.

Playing chess...

This is easy to say, but the person you play chess with is not simple.

"As expected of the Eighth Sword Immortal!" Mei Siren praised, and did not delve into it any further, returning to the topic, "So, what exactly do you want me to do for you?"

Ba Zun'an gave him a deep look: "Teach swordsmanship!"

Teach swordsmanship?

Mei Siren was stunned.

Of course, he could not understand Ba Zun'an's words as asking him to teach the other party swordsmanship. Where should he start?

The other party's implication could only be that he wanted him to teach someone the way of ancient sword cultivation.

Who could it be?

What a great honor!

How precious it must be to let Ba Zun'an personally come forward and persuade someone to teach swordsmanship?

Mei Siren did not think about it carefully, and responded: "This seems to be your strong point as well? And 'teaching swordsmanship' cannot be considered 'intense activity'."

"Of course not." Ba Zun'an laughed, "Unfortunately, I'm busy playing chess and can't spare time to teach people."

No time... Mei Siren was choked by this reason.

You don't have time, so let me teach, isn't this a bit outrageous?

Do I look like a free and easy person with plenty of time?

With a grudge in his chest, Mei Siren opened his mouth and laughed "haha", and then stopped talking.

He and Ba Zun'an had not met much here, and they were not very close, so naturally he would not think of agreeing to the other party's unreasonable request.

"How?" Ba Zun'an seemed not to see Mr. Siren's expression and asked with a smile.

Mei Siren paused. The other party was obviously not really stupid and could not understand what he meant.

But "teaching people"...

Mei Siren never likes to be forced.

He teaches people based on fate and destiny. He will not force anyone, and never deliberately force fate and encounter.

Expected to this point, Mei Siren did not respond, but with a "swish" sound, he opened the folding fan in his hand, pointed the fan at the two people in front of him, and shook it gently.

The wind whistled by the river, why do you need a paper fan to refresh yourself?

But when the paper fan was spun out, Ba Zun'an and the storyteller stopped looking at the fan.

On it, there were three large characters written in ink:

"I refuse."

The storyteller was stunned.

He stared closely, but never saw Mr. Siren change the paper fan.

When the other party appeared, he was holding the paper fan in his hand.

Doesn't this mean that Mr. Siren had made up his mind from the beginning that he would never accept his brother's request and never wanted to have anything to do with the Holy Slave?

Yes!

If he accepted it, it would be more than just a "teaching sword"?

This directly means that Mr. Siren has entered the scene, and the camp he chose is the opposite of the Holy Temple of the "Holy Slave"!

The storyteller knew that Mr. Siren could keep himself out of trouble because he had no stance, never stood on any side, and was only obsessed with swordsmanship.

On the side, Ba Zun An was thinking differently from the storyteller.

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

"Mr. Siren also has times when he values ​​talent, right?" He hinted, as if recalling the time when he and Wen Ting met Mei Siren in the snow while traveling with a sword as a young man.

Mei Siren understood what the other party meant, but did not respond, still gently shaking the folding fan in his hand:

I refuse!

Ba Zun'an did not give up, and asked: "What if, that is a great talent like me?"

Mei Siren's movements froze.

If it were someone else, he would turn around and leave.

But when Ba Zun'an said this, his heart was moved.

However, being moved means death.

Mei Siren did not want to take such a risk, he waved the paper fan again, smiled and said: "I value talent, but I never teach others, and I don't like to force things..."

"What if he is Xu Xiaoshou?" Ba Zun'an interrupted with a turbid look.

The storyteller looked at him in surprise, very surprised.

He did not know the purpose of Ba Zun'an's trip before.

But when Ba Zun'an said that he came for Xu Xiaoshou, the storyteller suddenly felt a little...jealous?

Brother, how can you be so nice to others?

Mei Siren stopped fanning again, raised his eyebrows, and after three breaths, his expression relaxed and said, "So that's the case... But if the person to teach sword is Xu Xiaoshou, this is even more impossible."

"Why?" the storyteller asked.

Mei Siren glanced at him and laughed, "To be honest, I have met Xu Xiaoshou and wanted to teach him, but unfortunately, he didn't accept the kindness."

Ba Zun'an seemed to have known everything for a long time, and said calmly, "Xu Xiaoshou is very self-righteous, only hard but not soft, to put it bluntly, he is arrogant, he was even forced to become a disciple by Sang Qiye, because I am behind him, so he will not accept Mr. Siren's kindness."

This is too blunt, it already has a bit of "With me here, he is right to refuse, because he really doesn't need you" meaning.

If it were someone else, Mei Siren would have turned around and left, but he also accepted Ba Zun'an's words.

It's just that the facts can be accepted, but Mei Siren will never accept the other party's implication. He said with a smile: "Then do you want me to force him to teach him swordsmanship?"

"Of course not, this is not in line with Mr. Siren's style, it's too unfashionable." Ba Zun'an shook his head, "People like Xu Xiaoshou can't be contacted normally."

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

Asking would expose his curiosity.

Ba Zun'an had already seen that Mei Siren was moved by him, or that the other party had long been moved by Xu Xiaoshou, but just left helplessly in the end.

If Xu Xiaoshou really agreed, Mei Siren might have joined the game long ago!

To be honest, which "teacher" would not like Xu Xiaoshou's talent?

When thinking of Xu Xiaoshou, Ba Zun'an thought of Sang Lao.

To deal with Xu Xiaoshou, you need someone like Sang Lao, not a tepid guy like Mei Siren!

So, Ba Zun'an grinned and said, "Mr. Siren, you might as well think about it from another angle. Xu Xiaoshou is so talented that you don't really need to 'teach' him. As long as you can make him understand what he should 'learn', my request will be fulfilled."

Not "teach", but let him "learn"?

Mei Siren was confused, and finally said, "I would like to hear the details."

"Beat him!" Ba Zun'an said concisely.

Beat?

The storyteller next to him looked back at his brother in shock, and his face suddenly became strange.

Mei Siren was also frightened.

Beat him?

How can this be done?

How can this be a teacher's way?

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

"Mr. Siren, Xu Xiaoshou is not an ordinary person. He needs 'lessons', not 'taught'. Any normal situation will cause him to act, and he will not be the slightest bit upset...

"But beating him is different! "

Ba Zun'an's expression suddenly became lively. Under Mei Siren's astonished and suspicious gaze, he spoke slowly and leisurely:

"Xu Xiaoshou is born with a rebellious nature. I have said that he is tough and not soft. He will never appreciate your kind words of advice.

"But if you hit him, scold him, and humiliate him, he will hate him and think of revenge.

"This person's mind is changeable... special, but his learning ability is extremely strong. If you humiliate him with swordsmanship, he will have the idea of ​​'treating others in their own way', and then learn what you use and use what you learn.

"In this way, our goal is not achieved?"

Ba Zun'an finished speaking, Mei Siren and the storyteller listened in a daze, and then both fell silent.

Isn't this too deep an understanding of Xu Xiaoshou?

I also want to... The storyteller has mixed feelings.

Is it really feasible... Mei Siren is still in doubt.

Soon he reacted, why did he do this hard job?

It is clear that Ba Zun'an did not want to do this shitty thing and cause people to resent him, so he called him here.

There is no such thing as "I don't have time" or "not suitable for strenuous activities", all of which are excuses!

"Using hatred to stimulate people's desire to learn, such a despicable and mean method, I can't do it." Mei Siren sneered, and then opened the folding fan with "I refuse" and waved it slowly.

If you refuse, just go away, why are you still staying here... Ba Zun'an was amused in his heart, but he still gave a serious solution on his face:

"Mr. Siren, you are too serious, this is not a mean method, but to deal with someone... Well, teach students in accordance with their aptitude.

"Since you are afraid that Xu Xiaoshou will be resentful, it is very simple. You only need to give him some comfort and hints while beating him.

"With Xu Xiaoshou's intelligence, he will definitely be able to understand it, and then feel grateful.

"Both sticks and jujubes go together. I believe that sir is much more experienced in dealing with such bad students than I am."

The Eight Masters shut up at the right moment, leaving Mei Siren alone in deep thought.

Well, the storyteller was also deep in thought, but his thoughts seemed to have strayed to an unknown place.

After a long time, the paper fan was closed again. Mei Si struck his palms and pretended to ask: "Old man, why do I need to help you?"

Because he is Xu Xiaoshou... Bazun knows it well.

Who among the sword cultivators in the Eastern Region didn't know that Mei Si and Yu Tu fought in a sleight of hand, and ended up losing completely?

Because Mr. Yu Tu had trained an eighth sword immortal, Mei Si people were all over the world, but not even one could master it.

But at this time, Mr. Siren couldn't save face and needed an excuse. Bazun Shu could understand it very well.

"This is a request from this junior, and in return, I can send you to the City in the Sky." Bazun said with a knowing smile, "There is what every spiritual refiner in the world longs for, the foundation of sainthood!"

Do I lack this thing... Mei Si's voice rang out, and he looked at Bazun Shu with an expressionless face, but saw the opposite face with the same calm expression, holding the pearl of wisdom in hand.

It seems that Ba Zunzhen thought that the conditions he gave were very tempting to him.

Mei Si suddenly smiled.

This is indeed very tempting.

But it's not the "canonized Daoji", but the person Xu Xiaoshou.

"Being a saint or something like that, you and I are both ancient sword cultivators, so there's no need to talk about it, because it's meaningless."

Mei Siren shook his head and said: "As for Xu Xiaoshou, I can help you, but the conditions are not what you said, and I don't lack anything for the time being... Just think of it as a favor that you owe me!"

As soon as these words came out, the storyteller's thoughts were brought back to reality, and he looked at him with a look of surprise.

Ba Zunzun was stunned for a moment, and the next second, color bloomed on his face.

It’s good to owe a favor!

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

But when an old man like Mei Si, who has no worries and no position in his life, will really let himself help, wouldn't it be equivalent to announcing to the world that he is on the side of the Holy Slave?

Ba Zunzhen almost thought that he heard wrongly, but he would rather make a mistake than give the other party a chance to change his mind, so he immediately took over the words: "Sir, I have great respect for my talent. If you are asked, you can speak at any time. Why do you need favors?"

The Meisi man banged his paper fan and said with a smile: "It will happen."

After saying this, Ba Zunzun suddenly realized that the other person had already understood the misunderstanding his words would cause.

But this is actually not a misunderstanding at all!

Meisi people have already wanted to join the game!

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

Ba Zunzhen suddenly fell silent. The other person was so frank. He felt ashamed for preparing his back-up plan.

"Huh?" Mei Si said with a nasal voice, as if he smelled the smell of conspiracy again.

Bazun sighed: "Sir, when you see Xu Xiaoshou again, you should be... on Void Island."

The Meisi people were stunned immediately.

Void Island?

Doesn't this mean that as long as he agrees to the Eight Masters, no matter what, he will go to Void Island with the help of the Holy Slave, and then be recognized by the Holy Temple as having chosen a side, and he is also the opposite of the Holy Temple?

"The Eighth Sword Immortal is indeed a prodigy in gaming. He plays chess and chess... It turns out that this old man is also a chess piece." Mei Si smiled half-heartedly.

"Ahem..." Bazunzhen coughed twice in embarrassment and did not dare to answer, "What about Xu Xiaoshou?"

"Hmph!" Mei Siren snorted heavily and pointedly said, "A decrepit student is no worse than Yu Tu's apprentice!"

After saying this, he opened the paper fan again and shook it slowly.

This time, what is aimed at the two saint slaves is not the side with the three big words "I refuse", but the other side that has been hidden all this time:

"make a deal!"