From Xiaoao to travel around the world

Chapter 1 Apprenticeship
Huashan.

Kou Zhun, a poet of the Song Dynasty, wrote in a poem:

Only the sky is above, and there are no mountains and mountains.

Raising your head, the sun is approaching, and looking back, the white clouds are low.

In the early morning of this day, a young man in ragged clothes came down from the foot of Huashan Mountain, which is known as Wushan and Qi.

It seems to be a long journey, and it has also gone through untold hardships.

His face was covered with dirt, his body was covered with mud, his hair was disheveled and knotted, and the straw sandals could not cover his feet full of sores.

The young man used a branch as a crutch, facing the majestic mountain peak without emotion, nor timidly retreating, but walked slowly and firmly along the difficult path.

All the way up, when he encountered a steep place, he simply threw the branches and climbed with bare hands.

The mountain road was difficult, and the hard rocks under his feet made him suffer even more.

When he couldn't bear it anymore, he found a place to recover his strength, and then continued upward.

While climbing, he stared at the flashing data in front of him:
【Name】Yang Qing

【Age】14 years old

【Physical】2-4
[intelligence] 4
[savvy] 5
【Internal force】0
[martial arts] 0
[Talent] Perseverance

【Potential】897
【Progress】1%
Yes, Yang Qing is a time traveler.

Memories of past lives from infancy.

And this inherent thing, similar to the legend system of the previous life, has not been able to give him any real help so far.Just unlocked a "perseverance" talent.

In early autumn, as the sun rises, the autumn tiger begins to wreak havoc.

Before Yang Qing couldn't restrain his exhaustion, he finally climbed to the halfway up the mountain.

Lying on the gravel, looking at the moss-covered stone steps, the ancient mountain gate stretching to the distance, the pine forest and bamboo sea...

"finally reached."

He was dizzy from the sun, closed his eyes, and didn't even have the strength to find a shady place, so he lay on his back on the ground.

He was a mercenary in his previous life, and his last memory was being blown to pieces on the battlefield.When he woke up again, he had turned into a baby.

Born in the bitter cold of the north, his parents died when he was young, and he has no relatives or reasons.After eating Baijiafan until he was ten years old, he finally had to leave the village in a severe drought to find his own way of life

All the way to the south, in four years, I have tasted the sufferings of the world, and my body is covered with cuts and bruises.

Only then did I get a rough idea of ​​the situation in this world: the world of Swordsman with the background of the Ming Dynasty.

Of course he knew about Xiaoao Jianghu, but he couldn't talk about it carefully.

After several twists and turns, he decided to learn from Huashan School.

Not only does the system panel imply that martial arts are needed to play a practical role, but it is really difficult for him to get ahead or even survive if he takes other paths.

The reason why Huashan was chosen was because he was not familiar with other sects.Moreover, although the Huashan School's talents are withered, the resources are not bad, and the introversion is not too serious, which is suitable for him.

And there is another point, he himself was from Shaanxi in his previous life.

While thinking, Yang Qing was about to fall asleep under the sun, when he suddenly heard footsteps.

When Mimeng opened his eyes, several people had already walked in front of him, their projections covering the scorching sun.

"Little beggar, what are you doing in Huashan?"

A middle-aged couple led a young man and woman, looking down at Yang Qing, with different expressions.

The middle-aged man has an upright and elegant face, with clear eyes.The wide-sleeved gown looks like a gentleman.

The woman was about thirty, with a plump figure, snowy and flawless skin, warm eyebrows and eyes, like a newborn crabapple.

The young man has dark skin, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a bold smile. He looks four or five years older than himself, and he is full of masculinity.

As for that girl, strictly speaking, she should still be a girl, probably one or two years younger than herself.It's just that at such a young age, she has already shown a good appearance, with white teeth and red lips, delicate and sweet, which is lovable.

It was the black-skinned boy who spoke just now.

Yue Buqun, Ning Zhongze, Linghu Chong, Yue Lingshan.

Yang Qing opened his eyes and looked around for a while, and he roughly guessed the identities of several people.

"My name is Yang Qing, and I come to Huashan to learn from my teacher."

The four of them looked at each other, and Linghu Chong was the first to say happily, "Master, I have a younger brother!"

Linghu Chong was taken in by Yue Buqun and his wife since he was a child, and his relationship is no different from that of father and son.

It's just that he had no playmates since he was a child, and besides practicing martial arts, he could only wander around the mountains with Yue Lingshan, a mop bottle, which was quite boring.

"Chong'er back down."

Yue Buqun frowned slightly because of Linghu Chong's snatching of words. This kid has good talent, but his temperament is too unstable.

Softly repelled Linghu Chong, looked him up and down, and said, "Get up and talk."

With a wry smile, Yang Qing said: "Master, I really have no strength, I can't even lift my hands."

"I'll help you."

Linghu Chong rushed forward and helped Yang Qing up without any explanation, regardless of the dirt on his body.

Yang Qing knew Linghu Chong's character, but he was still grateful.

Yue Buqun was thinking that I haven't agreed to take you in yet, so he kept saying "Master".This kid doesn't look like a good guy when he hits a snake with a stick.

Seeing him sitting down beside a piece of bluestone, he asked, "Where are you from?"

"People from the Northwest Frontier."

"Who else is in the family? How did you end up here?"

"The boy's parents died when he was young, and he grew up eating a variety of meals. A few years ago, the Northland was hit by a drought, and the government kept extorting taxes. There were many bandits among the people. The people in the village couldn't survive, so they all went south. I followed all the way. From now on, earn your own life."

Yue Buqun nodded slightly, sighing silently in his heart.

"how old are you?"

"I'm 14 years old."

"Readable?"

"Recognize some."

Yue Buqun nodded again: "Under such circumstances, he can still read and write, so he is a studious child. Tell me, what have you been doing all these years to make a living, and why do you want to worship under Huashan?"

Yang Qing looked at several people, and saw Ning Zhong holding his daughter with his face full of sympathy.Linghu Chong didn't escape as much as before, instead, there was a trace of sympathy and misery in his eyes.

Seeing Yue Buqun's kind words again, he said: "I left the village for about four years. I was young and could only beg for a living. Later, I worked as a restaurant waiter and a cloth apprentice, but because I was small and weak, I had to suffer a lot. Bullying and exploiting, or being disgusted by others.

Lack of food and sleeping on the streets are commonplace.

Later, I wanted to learn some martial arts, but the martial arts school in the city is expensive, and the boy was tricked into joining the gang by Ren Yazi for this reason.

I saw that they were acting unkindly, so I ran away desperately. "

He spoke dryly, swallowed his saliva, and continued: "On the way, I heard people talking about the gentleman of Mount Hua, Yue Buqun, and that's why I came all the way here."

"Pfft..." Yue Lingshan hugged her mother and smiled, "What kind of Huashan gentleman is a gentleman's sword!"

Yue Buqun glanced sideways at his daughter, then carried his hands on his back, and remained silent.After a long time, he asked again: "Why do you study art?"

Yang Qing met the other party's gaze, and said without hesitation: "Even if I want to settle down, I am unwilling to be mediocre."

After hearing this, Yue Buqun turned around and left, and stopped walking until he reached the mountain gate.

"Husband?"

"master……"

After listening to Yang Qing's narration, Ning Zhong and Linghu Chong felt pity in their hearts, they couldn't bear to see Yue Buqun turn away and thought he was going to refuse.

But seeing Yue Buqun stop in front of the mountain gate, he turned around and said, "I will check what you just said one by one, and if it is not true, I will drive you down the mountain. If you have evil intentions, don't look at your young age... ..."

He paused at this point, and said harshly: "The sword in my hand will kill you too!"

Although Yue Buqun showed a ruthless expression, he still performed most of his performances, wanting to deceive this boy who appeared out of the blue.

If it was the heyday of the Huashan School, he would not need to consider these things.

But now the two sects of sword qi are still causing harm, and the entire mountain gate is no more than three or two big cats and kittens. He supports the sect by himself, and he seems to have a good promise, and the scenery is very good.

But all these years of worrying about how difficult it is to live like walking on thin ice, only he himself knows best.

It is of course necessary to recruit disciples and expand the sect, but it is more important to be loyal to the sect and the teacher.

Thinking of this, he stared intently at the young man not far away.

But Yang Qing didn't seem to see his cold and stern face, and he ignored the warning, but just looked happy and shouted:

Thank you master!

Be a teacher for a day and be a father for life!
Empty words like willing to die for the teacher.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, seeing the young man slumped on the ground, Yue Buqun couldn't help but shouted: "If you want to be my apprentice, just come here!"

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(End of this chapter)