I forced the master to be the leader

Chapter 8 My master lacks a powerful sword manual
Compared with the past, the alchemy room in the north courtyard seemed empty, and the old alchemy stove that had been blown up had been moved to the utility room by the master and apprentice to make room for the new stove.

Jiang Daqiao carefully cleaned the alchemy room inside and out again. As a disciple of the sect, he should keep his identity in mind and do his best to do his job well. This is the duty of a disciple.

Maybe it's because of the small number of disciples in Xiaodan Peak, the master-student relationship is not as "strict" as other masters, and all kinds of jokes, big or small, are not uncommon.

But this doesn't mean that a disciple can have no rules. Jiang Daqiao thinks that he has never been ambiguous about what the disciple does and what the disciple says, and even occasionally gives his master a little extra surprise...

This is also the awareness that a worker should have.

According to the arrangement of the ore elders, tomorrow the master and apprentice will go to the county to pick up a new stove. In a few days, when the prefecture-level alchemy stove is in place, the alchemy room in the small alchemy peak will be full of laughter and sweat again.

And his "Project Fudan" will take another small step forward...

The sanitation of Danfang was done well, Jiang Daqiao took a dice cup and a pair of dice, sat down and practiced the kung fu of "listening to the dice" for a while, and counted on his own kung fu when he went to the county town to buy money for a new stove tomorrow.

For the first sum of money to buy the land-level alchemy furnace, Jiang Daqiao told his master to "find an acquainted nobleman to temporarily raise two to three thousand taels of silver", but in fact that "noble person" does not exist at present.

If there is one, then this "noble man" is the boss of a certain treasure bureau in the county.

Jiang Daqiao had already explored the way in the county town. As long as he could accurately hear the dots of each dice in the dice cup and win two or three thousand taels of silver in the treasure game, it shouldn't be a big problem.

However, even if Jiang Daqiao has the ability to "listen to the sound and distinguish the position", it is not easy to hear the number of each dice.

In fact, the sound made by each dice is different, and there are so many voices in the treasure game, which will also affect your on-the-spot performance to a certain extent.

Jiang Daqiao grabbed six dice and put them in the dice cup, shook them a few times, opened them to check the points, and compared them with the sounds he heard...

After practicing like this for more than half an hour, he was already a little out of breath, and there was a little sweat on his forehead... Using the skill of "listening to the sound and identifying the position" actually consumes a lot of spiritual power on his body.

Jiang Daqiao closed his eyes and rested for a while, then picked up the dice cup and practiced for a while, finally got up and clenched his fists, feeling that there should be no problem.

……

The east courtyard of Xiaodanfeng is the residential area of ​​Xiaodanfeng. The ore elder lives in the first room above, and Jiang Daqiao lives in the westernmost room.

There are more than 20 rooms in the east courtyard. I think Xiaodanfeng once had a "heyday". There are forty or fifty disciples in this line. This family business is actually not small. Now there are only two masters and apprentices left.

Jiang Daqiao sighed and opened the bedding on the bed. Although it was a simple bamboo canopy bed, it was still warm to sleep on.

After autumn, all the quilts on my bed were replaced with new ones, and the master treated me well. In the wardrobe made of fir wood, there were new cotton trousers, a new cotton jacket, and a brocade robe with a blue background just like the master.

The "multi-talented" ore elder can occasionally receive work to "exorcise ghosts", so he ordered his apprentice to put on this robe and go down the mountain to support the master.

Thinking of Master holding a mahogany sword, reciting incantations, pretending to be a ghost, Jiang Daqiao in the dark couldn't help but smile...

That day my master really knew how to play, killed two evil spirits with one sword, and "struggled" to press down one evil spirit, and asked the master to use pig blood to throw the ghost...

After tossing and tossing for a while, the owner and his family were really scared.

Well, there is noise...

The door of the ore elder's bedroom opened, and he walked out of the room, holding a shiny stick in his hand...

It is a long sword!
Of course the ore elder is not sleepwalking, and Jiang Daqiao is naturally not worried that his master is here to kill his disciples, but he just thinks that although his master is lazy, he has persisted in the habit of practicing sword every night. About practicing?
Under the moonlight, the ore elder walked to the open space in front of the east courtyard, his footsteps were a little more vain than usual.

The ore elder took a deep breath, held the long sword, and made a gesture towards the air, and practiced it move by move under the moonlight!
As the ore elder moved faster and faster, the long sword in his hand was covered with a layer of blue light.

Jiang Daqiao already knew that the light on the sword was the legendary "spiritual power". When the spiritual power was activated, the more light on the sword body, the higher the cultivation level of the warrior.

When different warriors stimulate their spiritual power, the colors revealed are white, blue, red, and purple. Different colors represent different cultivation methods, among which blue and purple are the most common.

The ore elder stopped after practicing for a while, and shook his head lightly, as if he was not satisfied with the sword moves he had practiced just now.

Next, he took out a booklet from his bosom, looked at it under the faint moonlight, and after a while held up the long sword to practice again.

In this way, the ore master practiced the sword for a while, and read the sword manual for a while...

After practicing for a while, the ore elder finally stopped, sighed, and returned to the bedroom with the long sword in his hand. It seems that his master has not made any breakthroughs in swordsmanship recently?
After a while, a long snoring sound came from the room of the ore elder. A martial artist with such a high cultivation level will snore even when he sleeps... Jiang Daqiao turned over on the bed, still sleepless,

Well, some people fall asleep like pigs after drinking, while others get more sober the more they drink.

Jiang Daqiao belongs to the latter.

Watching his master practicing sword just now, he knew very well that it wasn't because of drinking that affected his cultivation, nor was it because "a person is middle-aged with more energy than energy"...

It was because the ore elder lacked a decent sword manual.

This is also the humbleness of being an elder of the outer sect. The master of the peak outside him, the elder of Ore, is not even qualified to enter the Zongmen's scripture storage pavilion.

Jiang Daqiao knew very well that his master would not be able to become a master of swordsmanship if he practiced like this for ten years, unless...he helped his master find the most powerful sword manual.

"No matter what, I must help my master to create a powerful sword manual."

"Huh..." Jiang Daqiao let out a long sigh...

This middle-aged Taoist priest with cloudy eyes, no ambitions, often digressing to answer questions, and occasionally getting some bad water in his stomach, looks a little muddled.

Four years later...will become the head of the Iron Sword Sect and command thousands of disciples from the Twelve Peaks?

If you say this, no one will believe it, right?
Of course, no one believes that it doesn’t mean anything. Just like the mason surnamed Fan, when he braved the cold wind and built a wall brick with his hands with frostbite, he would never believe that what he built was the Great Wall until he died. ...

But this does not affect the construction plan of the Great Wall, because as long as the people behind it believe it is enough.

It’s just that in comparison, the “Fudan Project” operated by myself is even more bizarre...even the elders of the ore who are involved are unwilling to believe it.

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