I am the sword fairy

Chapter 8 Mr. Yu

As Song Yu continues to understand the scriptures, the outside world is also changing.

The moonlight is like silk thread, and the starlight is like raindrops.

The wisps of strands continued to penetrate his body, and over time, a faint light emitted!
Finally, even the hair became crystal clear and glowing.

The vision lasted for more than an hour, and finally faded away little by little.

Song Yu didn't feel anything about all this.

At this time, he was completely immersed in this scripture.

Mysterious and mystical, the door to all wonders.

In the past, I couldn't understand its meaning, but at this moment, it seemed like I was learning without a teacher.

This feeling is particularly magical. He does not need to deliberately understand the words in the scriptures, and he can know their meaning in just one thought.

God’s will is understood and enlightened suddenly!
Scripture works naturally.

Like a god receiving.

I don't know how much time passed, but Song Yu stopped comprehending the scriptures, and remembered the yin and yang that the sword spirit had treated him before, and thought silently in his heart: Jianjian, was this scripture given to me by the sword immortal's Opening the Sky Map?
Sword Spirit: "You can call me Master Sword Spirit, or you can respectfully call me Divine Sword. What the hell is Jian Jian called? It feels like a curse!"

"You misunderstood, this is a nickname!" Song Yu explained seriously.

Sword Spirit felt that his intelligence was humiliated and ignored him.

Song Yu didn't take it to heart and tried to communicate with the Sword Immortal to open the sky.

As a result, the other party was still so cold and cold, and there was no response after trying for a long time.

Song Yu smacked his lips. He didn't believe it was because his mental power was too weak. He just felt that this figure was cold and cold, not as cheerful as Jianjian!
Then he silently ran the scriptures and could clearly feel a mysterious power flowing in his body.

He can gather them wherever he wants in an instant!

Is this... anger?

Song Yu was a little curious. Is the qi gathered through scriptures considered the true qi of internal strength, or the spiritual qi of cultivation?
He once again called the sword spirit in his heart to come out and answer the question: "Jianjian, am I considered a master of dark energy now?"

Although he was dissatisfied with this title, after hearing such a mentally retarded question, Sword Spirit couldn't help but jump out and respond: "They are all worldly things, how can they be compared with immortal magic?"

Song Yu asked: "In other words, I am now equivalent to a master of Anjin? Then why does the Sword Immortal Opening the Sky Map still ignore me?"

Sword Spirit retorted: "I've never killed anyone in this world, how do I know? But remember, what you practice is the immortal method! It's the true scripture! Also, it's not that it ignores you, it's your mental power It's too weak, it's too strong, so it's temporarily unable to communicate..."

"Then why can I communicate with you Jianjian? I understand! We are about the same, right?"

"roll!"

……

Early the next morning, a heavy snowfall fell from the sky!

Song Yu stood by the window, looking at a budding wintersweet in the yard and a thick layer of snow on the ground, filled with surprise.

This heavy snow comes at the right time and will cover up all traces.

I went out to the courtyard and had a fist fight against the falling snowflakes.

It feels like both strength and speed have been greatly improved compared to before.

It feels really good to be getting stronger day by day!
After sweating slightly, he returned to the room to wash up. A maid came over and asked him to go to the restaurant.

The Huang family’s breakfast is very simple, steamed buns, pickles and porridge.

The big buns are full of meat filling, the pickles are crisp and delicious, and the white rice porridge is carefully cooked and tastes very fragrant.

Song Yu was not polite either. After saying hello, he started to eat generously.

Mrs. Huang looked at Song Yu lovingly and said, "This is the first time in so many years that you have breakfast at home."

Song Yu said with a smile: "If aunt doesn't dislike you, I will come to bother you often in the future."

Mrs. Huang laughed: "You said, you can't not come!"

Huang Teng, who looked like a drunken dog last night, is now full of life. He takes a few bites of a bun and says vaguely: "Brother, you are so brave, don't go back on your word..."

Mrs. Huang raised her head and glanced at her son, her eyes were a little helpless, but more of a relief.

With Song Yu here, the future of the stupid son will be good, but he is still a bit too stupid, even if he has half the mind of Xiao Yu...

After breakfast, Song Yu was about to walk to the martial arts gym with Huang Teng when Huang Ping stopped him.

"Let's ride there together," Huang Ping looked at Song Yu, "Didn't I say last night that from today on, you will start to get really familiar with the martial arts gym."

Song Yu thought for a moment, but did not refuse. He smiled and said, "Okay, I will listen to my uncle. By the way, can I advance some money and rent a house near the martial arts school?"

He is not short of money now, but the problem is that it cannot be seen in the light, and it will take some time to clean it before he can use it.

Huang Teng said: "Rent? I have money. I have it. Brother, how much do you want?"

Over the years, he had saved a large amount of New Year's money. He had almost no expenses on weekdays. Even he himself didn't know how much money he had.

Huang Ping glared at his son and said, "Why are you joining in the fun? Your brother would have asked if he was willing to take your money!"

He looked at Song Yu and said, "No problem, we'll talk about it later in the hotel!"

Song Yu nodded and thanked with a smile.

Huang Teng was muttering next to him, saying that brothers should be able to make money and that brother was too pretentious.

When the three of them arrived at the martial arts hall, Senior Brother Gao Jun was supervising the apprentices in the hall with his hands behind his back and a serious look on his face.

Seeing Song Yu walking with the owner and his son, his pupils narrowed slightly, and then he showed a warm and sincere smile, walking three steps at a time.

Bowed and saluted: "I have met Master!"

"No courtesy." Huang Ping nodded casually.

Gao Jun smiled and said: "Master hasn't been here for a long time. It's rare to show up today. Do you want to give some advice to the children?"

Martial arts disciples at different ages and levels are taught by specialized martial arts masters.

Most of them were early disciples like Gao Jun, and there were also a few Huang Ping's comrades in arms.

The latter do not sit in a gym, but they all have their own exclusive martial arts performance halls to teach martial arts in different directions.

The main hall is full of children sent by wealthy families in the county to practice martial arts. They are the most junior apprentices and do not receive special instruction. Most of the time they are taught by high-level apprentices.

It takes one to two years of study before you are eligible to advance to the advanced class and study with other masters.

But the real core figure of the martial arts hall is Huang Ping. All the disciples are proud to be mentored by the master of the martial arts hall, and they even dream of joining Huang Ping's sect and becoming his disciples.

Huang Ping shook his head: "I have other things to do here today. You have someone notify several other martial artists, as well as the accountant, purchaser, and several stewards, to come to the meeting hall together. I have something to announce." After hearing this, Gao Jun said He couldn't help but glance at Song Yu next to Huang Ping, his heart tightened slightly, he didn't dare to ask questions, and nodded in agreement.

"I'm going to practice martial arts!" Huang Teng was not interested in these things. He waved his hand and walked alone to the small martial arts hall in the backyard.

Song Yu followed Huang Ping towards the meeting hall.

While Gao Jun ordered several young disciples to call for help, he looked in the direction of the backs of Song Yu and Huang Ping, his eyes somewhat gloomy.

He thought the day would come later, but he didn't expect the master to be so eager to push Song Yu up.

Why?

……

Inside the Chamber.

Huang Ping sat at the head, and the others lined up on both sides.

Song Yu stood next to Huang Ping, looking curiously at everyone.

Gao Jun was the last one to come over. As soon as he entered the room, he apologized to everyone: "Sorry, I just made arrangements for the previous things, so I'm late."

A middle-aged man in well-dressed clothes with his hair tied up casually and dark skin smiled and said: "The museum manager is very busy, and I usually rely on the senior management to take care of me. Thank you for your hard work."

Gao Jun quickly humbly said: "No way, all the masters have worked hard, and the martial arts school is grateful to you..."

Huang Ping said with a smile at this time: "Yes, the martial arts school can prosper thanks to everyone here."

Everyone was busy complimenting Huang Ping.

You can't escape the sophistication of the world anywhere. These...especially the martial arts masters in the advanced class have friendly smiles on their faces. It's hard to tell that they, like Huang Ping, are all martial arts warriors who have fought on the battlefield.

Song Yu also noticed that two martial arts masters did not follow the compliment and sat there quietly, watching with cold eyes.

After everyone finished their greetings, Gao Jun returned to his seat and took the first place on the left side of Huang Ping.

Then the chamber fell silent.

Huang Ping didn't waste any time and said directly: "I've called everyone here because I have something to announce. From today on, Song Yu... will officially become the acting museum owner."

"He is still young and needs to be familiar with various matters in the hall. Let's start with... the accounting room, then purchase, kitchen, and the martial arts hall where the masters are located. Each place is tentatively scheduled to be practiced for one month. I hope everyone will support and cooperate. .”

Song Yu was slightly startled. He knew that Lao Huang wanted to help him become the owner of the museum, but he didn't expect it to be so radical. He thought he would take it easy.

Do people who practice martial arts do things so simply?

But in this case, it may not be that simple to gain the approval of this group of old people.

really.

The meeting hall was silent.

After Huang Ping finished speaking, everyone was stunned and looked at each other.

The smile on Gao Jun's face was somewhat stiff.

He could see that the master wanted to promote Song Yu, but he thought that he should still have time and opportunity.

A young man with no experience at all can only show his skills and skills. Even if he has improved recently, he still can't beat an outstanding apprentice, so there is no need to worry about it.

But he didn't expect that the master would come up with a big move and unreasonably appoint Song Yu as the acting museum owner!
The dark-skinned middle-aged man sitting in the first place on the right frowned slightly, first looked at Song Yu, and then looked at Huang Ping: "Why did the owner suddenly make this decision? I'm not saying that Xiao Song is not good, this child is also what we see. He grew up with a child and is very smart, but... isn’t it too early?”

As soon as he opened his mouth, others immediately followed.

"Yes, Master, you are still young, so there is no need to choose a successor so early, right?"

"Yes, yes, it's too early... Besides, the future owner of the museum, shouldn't it be Brother Teng?"

"Old Huang, are you a little hasty? Although his father is our eldest brother, we can understand your desire to take care of him, but love is love, business is business, what kind of thing should he do in such a big martial arts gym? Can a young manager with no experience do it?"

The man who spoke last was a thin man in his 40s, with prominent cheekbones and a slight baldness.

He was the most active when he was flattering him, but now he was staring at Song Yu sharply, with a scrutinizing look on his face.

Not everyone has a grateful heart like Huang Ping.

Speaking of which, these comrades brought over by Huang Ping were all soldiers under Song Guangqi back then.

The life-saving grace was not just for Huang Ping.

But in fact, Huang Ping was the only one who was really kind to Song Yu over the years, and everyone else basically chose to ignore this frail young man.

It is enough for the owner to support the trash that cannot be carried by the shoulders and lifted by the hands. What is the point of pushing it up? Is he that material?

Gao Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself, Master, your decision is too childish!

I made a hasty decision on my own without informing everyone beforehand.

Although the martial arts gym belongs to you, it also belongs to everyone.

Who can be convinced that a martial arts school that relies on kung fu to help a weak young man come to power?
It really ruins the martial arts gym, but it will affect everyone's jobs!

Now it's good...it won't end well, right?
Huang Ping looked at everyone's reaction, with a faint smile on his elegant face, but his tone was that he could not refuse.

"Although Song Yu is young, he is smart and can't run a martial arts gym just by relying on his martial arts skills. I believe that under his leadership, Yuntian can reach a higher level. And... I think being young is not a disadvantage, but a disadvantage. Advantage!"

He looked at Mr. Accountant: "Mr. Sun, please teach him more if you have to bear more trouble next time. Also, pay him 200 taels of silver later, and just deduct it from your salary later."

An old man in Tsing Yi with a goatee on his chin bowed slightly: "I know the owner, don't worry, I will cooperate with Mr. Yu."

A miserable child with no father or mother... Young Master?
Everyone had different expressions on their faces, looking at Song Yu who looked calm next to Huang Ping and had a beautiful tree facing the wind.

Not to mention, just looking at his appearance and temperament, and the demeanor he stood there, he really looked like a noble man.

At this moment, they all realized that the museum owner had called them together, not to discuss the successor.

But announce.

Huang Ping said: "This matter is settled, Gao Jun. Let the kitchen prepare a table of wine and food later. Let's have a drink together in the evening and celebrate!"

It was clear and concise and could not be refuted.

Even if Song Yu really makes a mess in the martial arts gym in the future, as long as he successfully enters the field of Huajin and becomes a grandmaster, he can only think about starting a sect and establish a sect. A mere martial arts gym can be brought back to life in an instant.

So he only needed to let this group of people understand that Song Yu was his chosen future successor.

　The book listening function of Qidian is quite good now. I recommend Girl Next Door.

　　


(End of this chapter)