Turns Out I'm the God of War Who's No Appeal
Thank you Teacher for the Gift

Autumn comes, leaves fall.

Keeping this small martial arts hall, I don't know how many spring and autumn are coming and going.

There was a steady stream of people coming and going endlessly, and Yi Feng was already used to the habits of this other world.

"Oh, meal time, takeaway message!"

Yi Feng got up and gestured to the beef noodle stall across the street. The waiter on the other side flicked his finger and shouted, "Master Yi is waiting, he will be here soon."

Yi Feng nodded with a smile, and lay down on the recliner again.

"Oh, take it every day, I'm short of a wife!"

The sun was dazzling, Yi Feng narrowed his eyes, looked at the little girls in the cheek-splitting shop on the street, and could not help but sigh, "Ying'er hasn't come to see me recently, she said, she thought of entering the sect to cultivate, but she does not have that talent., it would be great to follow me as a female boss, one day I was lucky to receive two disciples, she said, and one can still be called a teacher.

Not long after, the boy across came up with beef noodles.

The portion is adequate as usual.

"Come, I'll give you some money."

Yi Feng threw away the money.

“Mr Yi, how much money for a bowl of beef noodles.” The waiter returned the money and said with a smile, “Last time the old lady in my family fell and got hurt, and I have to rely on you to do it. ."

"Okay, then I'll eat this side for nothing."

Yi Feng was also disrespectful. Ordinary people on the streets were very familiar with him. He has been a man of two generations, and he knows the truth of being human. No matter which family was injured, he would often help beggars who often roamed nearby.

So in this section, it could be considered a bit of prestige.

Even though I haven't really taught my students, I can become a Yi master.

"Little beast, get out of here for me."

At this moment, what happened not far away from them caught the attention of the two of them, a tattered-clothed boy was thrown out from the entrance of Qingshan Gate.

“No, I want to cultivate, please, let me join the Green Mountain Gate.” Even though the boy was only fourteen or fifteen years old, he was extremely determined, shouting.

"I don't even care about your qualifications, and you want to join my Qingshanmen. Out." Elder Tangkou kicked the boy in the chest and shouted: "Scented boy, I will warn you one last time, if you dare to come again. , I will feed you the dog."

"This?"

Yi Feng frowned.

"Oh, this kid is pathetic too." The little waiter sighed: "I don't know where it came from. In the past few days, the entrance of the Qingshanmen hall had been pierced through. I guess it really doesn't qualify!"

Yi Feng was somehow sad.

Cultivation was extremely ruthless, without talent it was nothing.

Better to be yourself, being a generational grandmaster, although not overly ambitious, is a pretty good way of life.

The boy's mouth was covered in blood, and he coughed loudly while holding his chest, he looked at the closed door with resolute eyes, full of unwillingness.

After a long time, he took a heavy step and left.

Seemingly seeing the attention of Yi Feng and the maid, she also looked up as she passed the door, glanced at the beef noodles in Yi Feng's hands, swallowed some saliva, then threw her face away and continued to leave.

But after taking two steps, he stopped and leaned over to take something off the ground.

Looking around, he stayed at the beef stall opposite him for a moment, gritted his teeth, and finally turned his gaze back to Yi Feng.

“Shopkeeper, I picked up gold coins on your doorstep. Is it yours?” The boy came, and he actually held a gold coin in his murky little hand.

Yi Feng and the servant looked at each other.

They all saw extraordinary things in the other party's eyes.

This made Yi Feng feel embarrassed for a while. This is how the world is. Although he felt sympathy for the boy, he could not help it, but the quality of the boy made him feel ashamed.

It could be seen that he was already hungry and hungry, but he still maintained this spirit.

“Yes, this gold coin is mine.” Yi Feng nodded. If his guess was correct, it was a coin given by that crippled woman.

The boy extended his small hand forward.

But Yi Feng did not reply, but smiled lightly at him: "It's yours now."

The boy was startled, bowed thankfully to Yi Feng, and rushed to the beef stall opposite him.

“We have guests.” Yi Feng smiled at the servant next to him.

"The good Lord Yi is unlimited."

The little servant gave a thumbs up to Yi Feng and ran to the opposite side.

"Remember, take more portions, the money is not enough for me ..."

The boy devours and eats in a bowl, only to find that he is still in the mood. He licked his tongue and wanted to continue, but seeing only one gold coin, he had to bear it.

The prices here are not cheap, and gold coins are just enough for a bowl of beef noodles.

Just as he was about to wake up, the waiter brought him a full bowl again.

"Store guard, who are you?" ask the boy in surprise.

The little servant smiled and glanced towards Yi Feng. The little boy followed him, his eyes shining with light.

After silence, continue to devour.

Seeing this scene, Yi Feng smiled, covered his face with a fan to block out the dazzling sunlight, and bowed towards the recliner.

"The benefactor is on top, and I will be worshipped by Zhong Qing. Accept me as a student."

Suddenly, the voice of the little boy came from beside him, Yi Feng turned his head to look, the boy knelt on the ground in gratitude, and looked at himself firmly.

“You want me to accept you as a student?” Yi Feng asked in surprise.

"Yes, I found the answer. I have no qualifications, and I am unable to enter the Qingshan Gate. The benefactor was not only kind to me, but also opened a martial arts hall, and also asked the benefactor to fulfill it. he."

Yi Feng clicked his tongue slightly.

I did not expect that the first person who apprenticed with him would be in such a situation.

Anyhow!

Not to mention the quality of this child, only his strength alone made it difficult to resist.

“OK, I promise you.” Yi Feng nodded.

“Thank you, sir, for making it happen.” Zhong Qing quickly knelt down and thanked him. Without a word, he picked up Yi Feng's bowl of noodles and sent them back to the stall across.

"This kid really makes sense."

Aunty-like smile appeared on Yi Feng's face. Since he was his first disciple, he could not ignore it. After Zhong Qing returned, Yi Feng brought him into the inner room.

“Do you use a knife?” Yi Feng looked at him and asked.

"Yes!"

Zhong Qing lowered his head, the rusty sword on his waist had betrayed him.

“Master has nothing to give you, I will give you this knife!” Yi Feng took out a long blade and extended it towards Zhong Qing.

As soon as the huge blade came out, rays of light flowed, with clumps of menacing aura.

This blade was the most satisfying weapon among the weapons that Yi Feng produced. After all, I don't need it myself, so it's natural to give it to my students.

"Thank you Master for the gift."

Zhong Qing could not put it down and quickly thanked him.

…

According to legend, thousands of years ago, there was a green hill behind Pingjiang City.

Green hills rise to the clouds, like the sky.

Then, a peerless master passed by with a sword, leveling the green mountain, and creating a sect here.

Gu is the gate of Qingshan.

Although one generation was not as good as the next, Qingshanmen was still a sacred place for many to practice for many years.

A large hall.

Luo Lanxue rushed over anxiously.

“Murid, please meet Guru.” Luo Lanxue knelt at the door and shouted respectfully.

“Xueer, why are you so suddenly, bothering the teacher to retreat?” Finally, a majestic voice came from the hall, with a fury of frown and a hint of exhaustion in the voice.

Hearing this, Luo Lanxue was not feeling well.

Soon after, his master would compete with the ancestor of the Xuanwu sect, and his strength was inferior to him, not to mention the evil of the ancestor of the Xuanwu sect. No wonder his master is still retreating at this time. .

But thinking of this, Luo Lanxue couldn't wait any longer, "Master, this disciple has something to ask for. This might be an opportunity for you to defeat ancestor Xuanwu."

"The chance to defeat ancestor Xuanwu?"

Old Ancestor Qingshan was slightly startled, and then his voice became pouting.

"How do I usually teach you, how can you be a great speaker, how can the battle between me and Xuanwu be controlled by your junior?"

"Back!"

"Don't bother me anymore."

“Master, this disciple does not dare to talk big.” Luo Lanxue lowered her head quickly and said anxiously, “Master, be sure to meet me.”

There was a brief silence in the hall before a majestic voice came out.

"You bothered me so much during my retreat. If things are not as you say, do not blame me for not showing mercy to you!"

The voice fell, and the door of the palace slammed open.

Luo Lanxue sighed in relief, holding the martial arts book in both hands respectfully and walking towards the hall.

He got his wish to see ancestor Qingshan.

Old Ancestor Qingshan sat cross-legged on the futon, the anger on his face slightly abating, listening to Luo Lanxue's speech, with a suspicious expression on his face.

"You mean, a human?" Asked Old Ancestor Qingshan.

"Yes, his master, to be exact, is a peerless master who plays the world, disguised as a human," Luo Lanxue added.

"Hm, that's bullshit."

Ancestor Qingshan said angrily: "If there is such a master in Pingjiang City, how can I know that ancestor Qingshan does not know? It's ridiculous to show martial intent."

“Master, please believe me, this book is from senior hands, Master can know when he saw it,” Luo Lanxue said quickly.

"Oh!"

Old Ancestor Qingshan snorted softly, waved his palm, and a martial arts book appeared in his hand.

A look of disgust appeared on his face.

This entire book was mediocre, and contained no energy at all.

If not for Luo Lanxue being one of his most precious disciples, he would have slammed it with his palm this time, and he would not have wasted any time reading the broken book.

“I also asked Master to open it and see it.” Luo Lanxue hurriedly said, as if remembering something, and not forgetting to remind, “I also asked Master to adjust his mood and be careful to receive a counterattack.”

Hearing this, ancestor Qingshan showed an impatient expression, and then casually opened the martial arts book.

In an instant, he, whose expression was relaxed and impatient, suddenly changed dramatically.