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Chapter 427 Jingtian Becomes a Disciple
"Go to Shushan? Why should I go to Shushan? I won't go!"

Faced with Xu Changqing's invitation, Jingtian flatly refused.

At this moment, his mind was filled with nothing else but worldly affairs.

Don't get me wrong, his idea is to find Hong Chen to be his disciple!
After a series of previous events, Jingtian also discovered that his boss might really be a rare master in the world.

The red-haired monster was called the Demon Lord, which sounded very unusual. But such a person was also unknowingly dragged into the illusion by the boss.

To put it in context, how powerful should the boss be?
Jingtian, who grew up in Chongqing, has always had a dream of becoming a swordsman, and he has flown with a sword countless times in his dreams.

However, after getting to know Xu Changqing and others, he gradually realized that his dream of becoming a sword immortal by joining Mount Shu was becoming increasingly distant. Instead of looking for an unknown dream, he might as well be down-to-earth and directly ask the boss to become his disciple.

After all, I am now the shopkeeper of Yongan and the boss's confidant (so I think), so I think the boss will not refuse, right?
Even if the boss does not agree at the moment, he believes that he can impress the boss with his perseverance and let him be accepted as an apprentice.

Moreover, if what the boss said was true, and I was indeed the reincarnation of General Fei Peng, then wouldn't the boss have even less reason to reject a former great master like me?
After thinking all this over, Jingtian spent a large sum of money to buy gifts and prepared to go to the boss to become his apprentice today.

But just as he was about to leave, Xu Changqing arrived.

"Brother Jing, the headmaster asked me to escort you to Shushan."

"What leader? I don't know him. Go back quickly and don't disturb my important life!"

Xu Changqing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Brother Jing, are you going to get married?"

"Get married?" Jingtian was startled, and then he spat: "Pooh! Pooh! What kind of marriage? I want to become your disciple!"

Xu Changqing was surprised: "Oh? Who does Brother Jing want to take as his master?"

Although he didn't see anyone, Jingtian had already made preparations, so he said without thinking: "Of course it's my handsome, dignified, and the most handsome boss in the world!"

"Hmm? I think I heard someone say I'm handsome?"

Hearing the sound, the two turned to look.

I saw a man in white clothes fluttering lightly in the breeze, his tall body standing straight like a sword, his handsomeness was beyond words.

After being stunned for a moment, Jingtian smacked his lips enviously, then walked up to her with a flattering smile.

"Boss, good morning! Would you like some breakfast? I'll ask Maomao to buy it for you."

"No need." Hong Chen shook his head, his eyes falling on the magic sword in his hand.

Noticing his gaze, Jingtian immediately held up the magic sword and complained, "Boss, do you still remember that red-haired monster from yesterday? This sword was given to me by that guy, but I don't know why, this magic sword seems to have really entangled me. When I got up last night, it followed me wherever I went, and I couldn't get rid of it! It's so mean!"

Hong Chen raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this: "Bitch?"

Jingtian said confidently: "Yes, I threw it away several times, but when I woke up, it appeared in my room again. What else can this be but despicable?"

"You don't know how lucky you are." Hong Chen shook his head and whispered.

Jingtian scratched his head in confusion: "Is this a blessing? Why do I feel like I'm haunted by a ghost?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it just recognizes you as its master."

"Acknowledge me as Lord?"

"Any magical weapon that is spiritual is a rare treasure in the world. Didn't you dream of becoming a swordsman since you were a child? Why do you despise a magical sword now?"

Jingtian was stunned.

At this time, Xu Changqing also came up, and after hearing what Hong Chen said, he said, "Yes, Brother Jing, there are many swords in the world, but there are very few that contain sword spirits. All of them are divine weapons. For example, my Jianyan Sword, although it is made of extraordinary materials and the blade is very sharp, it has no sword spirit. If Brother Jing wants to become a sword immortal, it will definitely be twice as effective with half the effort if you have this divine sword with you. You should be happy."

Hearing the two people saying exactly the same thing, Jingtian couldn't help but feel a little strange.

Thinking about it carefully, if it were in the past, when such a treasure appeared in front of him, not to mention recognizing him as the owner, even if it belonged to someone else, he would want to borrow it to appreciate it carefully.

Now, knowing that this sword is an antique that is at least a thousand years old, why would he feel resistance?
Jingtian was puzzled and speechless for a moment.

"Fellow Daoist Hongchen, what's going on, Brother Jing?"

Hong Chen laughed and said, "Maybe you don't dare to face the past?"

"In the past?" Xu Changqing had no idea what to understand.

Fortunately, he grew up in Shushan and studied Daoist scriptures since he was a child, so he would not dwell on such a dead end. So he turned his eyes and bowed to Hong Chen: "Daoyou Hongchen, the last time we met, I invited you to visit Shushan, but you were busy at that time and could not go. This time, I am going down the mountain in the name of my master to invite Brother Jing to Shushan. I wonder if you have time?"

Hong Chen did not answer immediately, but just looked at him silently.

He also met Hong Chen's gaze with a sincere smile.

Hong Chen was certain in his heart: This is a sincere person, but what is even more rare is that he is sincere enough to everyone.

No wonder everyone in the Shushan Sect believed that Xu Changqing would be able to cultivate and become an immortal in the future.

In other words, Xu Changqing's sincerity is equivalent to a pure and flawless heart of Tao, which is something that most practitioners can only dream of but cannot achieve.

But then again, Xu Changqing's pure heart was formed under the guidance and care of the Shushan School. He rarely went down the mountain and didn't know much about worldly affairs. Unless he stayed in Shushan for his whole life, he would have to go through some disasters and hardships once he went down the mountain. Even if he and Zixuan didn't have any past life relationship, it would still be the same. Thinking of this, Hong Chen couldn't help laughing and said, "It's still not possible recently. Maybe next time. Come with me and I'll treat you to tea." Then he walked towards the pavilion.

Xu Changqing was a little disappointed, but he still followed him and said, "What a coincidence. I'll invite you next time."

"How about I tell you directly next time when I'm free?"

"of course can."

The two people's departure awakened Jingtian from his deep thoughts.

After coming back to his senses, he carefully examined the sword in his hand.

"This material, this texture, this workmanship... It is indeed an antique from thousands of years ago. But why don't I like it? Is there something wrong with my brain?" Jingtian couldn't believe his guess and shook his head quickly: "Impossible! I am so smart that I have never misjudged any treasure... Oh, it must be because of that red-haired monster! It's all because of him scaring me, so now I don't even like antique spirit swords."

After muttering to himself for a while, Jingtian forced himself to try to accept the magic sword that his boss mentioned.

But every time this happened, a sense of resistance that came from nowhere would always make him frown involuntarily, and he would even turn his head away, unable to bear to see this magic sword.

After several attempts, he finally sighed dejectedly.

"Spiritual Sword, Spiritual Sword, it's not that I, Jingtian, am blind and can't recognize a real treasure, but I'm afraid there is really no fate between you and me."

After saying that, he rolled his eyes and caught a glimpse of the boss and Bai Doufu sitting in the pavilion and sipping tea. He suddenly laughed again: "Since you recognize me as your master, you must obey my arrangements. Now is the time for you to realize your own value!"

Soon he was seen running towards the pavilion, holding the magic sword and laughing.

In the pavilion.

Xu Changqing carefully tasted the tea that Hong Chen brewed for him and expressed his evaluation very seriously.

Of course, Hong Chen didn't want to hear him talk about how great his tea was, but looking at the look in his eyes, he couldn't bear to interrupt him.

To be honest, although being friends with such people is reassuring enough, it can also be very tiring sometimes.

After Xu Changqing finished his speech, Hong Chen continued, "Changqing is well-informed and talented. It is fate that we have met twice."

As he spoke, he pulled up his right sleeve, revealing the knotted red string on his wrist. With his left hand, he gently pulled on the red string, and a thread that glowed red was pulled out like a copy.

Holding the brand new red thread, Hong Chen looked at Xu Changqing.

Xu Changqing looked surprised and said hurriedly, "Daoist Hongchen, as the saying goes, no merit, no reward."

"It's just a red string, what kind of fortune is that?"

"This……"

"Don't you think of me as a friend yet, Changqing?"

"Fellow Daoist... Brother Hongchen is worrying too much! Ever since we dealt with the poisonous people that were wreaking havoc in Yuzhou City last time, I have admired and yearned for Brother Hongchen's noble character and celestial elegance. It is my blessing to be friends with Brother Hongchen."

After saying this, he looked into Hong Chen's eyes, nodded, and stretched out his hand.

Hong Chen smiled and gently put the red thread on Xu Changqing's wrist.

Suddenly, the red thread cleverly tied a knot by itself.

Xu Changqing raised his hand and turned it over in front of him to look at it, and asked in confusion: "Brother Hongchen, I wonder what this is?"

"It's just a red line. Changqing will understand it later."

"Well, thank you, Brother Hongchen!"

Jingtian also stepped into the pavilion at this time and said with a smile: "Hey, Bai Doufu, why are you wearing a red string like the boss?"

Xu Changqing smiled and said, "This is what Brother Hongchen just gave me."

Jingtian blinked his eyes, sat on the stone bench and said with a smile: "Boss, can you give me one too?" Of course he didn't know the function of the red thread, but he felt that things that the boss could use as gifts should not be ordinary objects.

"Okay." Hong Chen drew out another red line without hesitation.

After a while, Jingtian looked at the red rope in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

However, when he looked up, his expression changed.

His butt suddenly moved away from the stone bench, and he knelt on his knees facing Hong Chen, holding the magic sword high in both hands, and spoke in a clear voice.

"Boss! I, Jingtian, am not a good person. I can even be said to be an inconspicuous gangster in Yuzhou City. But I am also not a bad person. I can swear to heaven that the worst thing I have done since I was a child is to steal Maomao's chicken legs.

I know you are definitely not an ordinary person, and you may not even be a mortal. After careful consideration over this period of time, I have decided to tell you that I want to become your disciple!
If you like me, then I will be your apprentice from today on. If you tell me to go east, I will never go west!
Even if you don't accept me as your apprentice, I will still be the manager of Yong'an under you, and I will never complain secretly in my heart!
Oh, by the way, you said this magic sword is a rare treasure in the world, but I really don’t like it. I might as well give it to Master as a gift for his apprenticeship.”

There was at least one thing Jingtian didn't lie about, which was that he had really considered it carefully before.

After all, if he didn't have a prepared speech in mind, he wouldn't be able to shout out such a long string of words smoothly with his eyes closed.

(End of this chapter)