After Mr. Su left in a private school in Qingyang Town, a gentleman came. He was a serious Rushan man who was doing things in a normal manner on weekdays.

I have been teaching for nearly a year, and I have no mistakes or credit. I have been treated with the students carefully. The knowledge I spread is quite rich and has a good reputation in the town.

Mr. Chang, who is single, likes to play chess, and almost no one in the town knows this. Mr. Chang teaches a disciple to play chess with himself.

He worked tirelessly and would leave this student to play chess with him every day after school in the private school.

Xu Haoran stared at the chessboard with nineteen lines intertwined horizontally and vertically and complained. Whether it was throwing 181 black pieces or 180 hundred pieces, he had never won.

The same is true today. After the game is over, the review will be spared. Xu Haoran really can't see the cleverness of this gentleman, which can only show that he is too clever and so clever.

Mr. Chang, who was wearing Rushan, did not leave, and smiled and waited for Xu Haoran to put away the chess piece.

The young man was puzzled and plucked up the courage to ask the question he had held in his heart for nearly a year.

"Mr. Chang, you have no desire to play chess with your students, and you have no desire to compete with tit and no hard thinking to rack your brains. Wouldn't it be boring to play chess like this?"

Mr. Chang asked back: "What is the most important thing in playing Go?"

Xu Haoran blurted out: "Talent and mind?"

Mr. Chang said: "Are you not talented or have no brains?"

Xu Haoran thought for a moment: "It should be all?"

Mr. Chang smiled and said, "Do you have no confidence? You think you will never beat me?"

Seeing Xu Haoran fall into deep thought, Mr. Chang continued to ask: "What do you think you need to beat me?"

Xu Haoran thought about it and said unsurely: "Is it patience?"

Mr. Chang was very satisfied with the answer and said slowly: "It was almost a year since I asked this question, which shows that you have enough patience, and the difference is tempering and growth."

"I also know that you have always had a wish to be taken away by the original private school teacher, Mr. Su you mentioned, just like Fang Zicheng."

"Don't lie to me and answer truthfully."

Xu Haoran nodded silently: "To be honest with Mr. Chang, I do have this hope. Qingyang Town has spread, Mr. Su is a god. Follow Mr. Su to learn some immortal arts and immortality."

Mr. Chang said meaningful "Oh" and then asked again: "Is that all?"

Xu Haoran showed bitterness: "You can't hide anything from your husband. Mr. Su has been kind to me. This kindness has always been remembered in my heart. The book says that it is easy to repay the money, but it is difficult to repay the favors. I don't know when I will pay back the favors you owed Mr. Su."

"After knowing that Mr. Su is a noble god, the hope of refuting this favor is even more slim."

Mr. Chang has many questions today, and he asked again and again: "Do you know why I only teach you how to play chess alone?"

Xu Haoran: "Do you like me?"

"Haha, I'm quite confident. Do you know why you like it?"

Xu Haoran answered honestly: "Students don't know."

Mr. Chang explained: "I like your kindness, your desire for knowledge, and your patience."

Xu Haoran smiled bitterly: "So what? The books say that there is no use for scholars."

Mr. Chang retorted: "It's not all that. There is Yan Ruyu in the book and a golden house in the book. How could there be no immortal arts and magic?"

≈quot;Oh, by the way, correct it, there is no such thing as a fairy in the Kuanglong Continent, only a god cultivator, that is, the gods in your eyes."

Xu Haoran bowed his hand and said, "Thank you Mr. Chang for your teaching, Haoran will definitely study hard."

"Don't want to learn the divine arts anymore?"

"I think, but I can't learn it."

Mr. Chang laughed silently and chanted for no reason: "The spring breeze moistens things silently."

Xu Haoran was surprised to find that the cold winter was actually warm. He stood up and bowed deeply: "Students have been taught, is the warm wind just now..."

Mr. Chang interrupted the boy and continued to speak, pointing to the dry willow tree next to him. The covered snow slowly fell, and the dry branches had fresh green buds growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not long after, a lush willow tree with green willows appeared in front of Xu Haoran. Each leaf was fresh and green, as if it had just been baptized by morning dew, and water droplets were slowly flowing.

The fields are white and a green willow stands proudly, which is both magical and magical.

The shocked boy rubbed his eyes hard, but still couldn't believe what he saw was true. He was so fierce that he slapped himself loudly. Well, it hurts, it's not a dream.

Looking at the willow trees, they are still green in the wind and snow. The water droplets flowing on the leaves have not solidified in the cold ice and snow.

The boy suddenly stood up and stared at the approachable Mr. Chang. He asked nonsense: "Is a god?"

Mr. Chang said: "It's not true, it's a divine cultivation."

Xu Haoran wanted to learn the magical arts from his teacher, but he swallowed them back. He said sadly: "It's a pity that students cannot follow his teacher to practice magical arts. I want to listen to Mr. Su's words and continue to read and read."

Mr. Chang smiled unanimously: "Well, there is a little more of my favorite place. But I'm a little jealous. What kind of magical powers do you Mr. Su have that convince you so much."

"But don't worry, I'm not a member of the sect. I don't have to fight and kill with me to study divine arts, nor do I have any restrictions on the sect. After I have achieved success in my studies, you can follow your Mr. Su, and I will not stop me from repaying my kindness or helping me."

Seeing the boy's heartbeat, Mr. Chang then added: "My place is Changqing Academy, which focuses on teaching and practices of magic as the auxiliary. If you dare to be lazy and not study, you will be punished, and the punishment is very serious."

The boy couldn't hide his joy and immediately knelt down: "The student is willing to follow the teacher back to the academy."

Mr. Chang joked: "I didn't seem to say I wanted to take you back to the academy, right?"

Xu Haoran was at a loss. Mr. Chang laughed and stood up and left. A voice came from afar: "Go back and notify your parents and bring your luggage."

The blacksmith shop by the stream was handed over to Songxianzhe for care. Before Shang Wu left, he left some excellent medicinal materials.

Song Xianzhe's sternum fracture was recovered in more than a month. After taking over the blacksmith shop, he was thinking about showing off his ambitions.

Perhaps God is sympathetic. As soon as the young man took over the shop, a distinguished guest came. He asked for a flat-headed knife, and the reward was very high.

The boy was bold and eager for quick success and took on the task without asking the reason. As a result, after paying the deposit, Song Xianzhe was stunned. The auxiliary materials needed for the flat-headed knife were so expensive, but fortunately, the main materials were provided by the employer himself.

Even the auxiliary materials made Song Xianzhe spend all the deposit. It was still far from enough. The young man who was determined to succeeded, mortified the courtyard by the stream.

After finally raising all the auxiliary materials, there was no extra money to pay the workers. Over time, the workers left one after another, and the blacksmith shop became the battlefield for Song Xianzhe alone.

It was raining all night long, and the workers left, but the employer was actually a picky person who was looking for trouble. He was not satisfied with all kinds of problems.

Repeated repairs and forging took nearly a year. Song Xianzhe's enthusiasm was wiped out, and the rest was to blame the world.

He blamed Shang Wu for not taking him to be a god, but instead threw him a mess. Otherwise, why would he be to this point?

If you blame the employer for being nitpicky and sincerely embarrassing others, and if you blame the workers for being incompatible, you cannot help you do it for a few more months.

Song Xianzhe inserted the newly released flat-headed knife into the snow, swearing: "A ragged knife wasted a whole year of time. Is it worth a year to talk about you?"

The boy pointed to the flat-headed knife and said to himself: "This time, your damn master should be satisfied, right? The flawless work is not satisfied with me anymore."

"Hey, hey, hey, what about you, you dare to ignore me even if you have a ragged knife."

After saying that, Song Xianzhe wanted to raise his leg and kick it. A man's voice suddenly came from behind him: "If you kick the knife out of order, you have to forge it for a year."

When Song Xianzhe heard this hateful familiar voice, he gritted his teeth and turned around and jumped to curse: "You bastard son, don't you know that people are scary? Are you a ghost when you walk?"

The man pointed to the ground: "If you have a shadow, don't be afraid."

He looked at the flat-headed knife inserted in the snow again and said with satisfaction: "This time is good, it's time to talk about the compensation for delaying the construction period."

Song Xianzhe was almost so angry that he bleeded and pointed at the man's nose: "Shameful, are you shameless? A broken knife wasted a year of my time. I didn't ask you for kung fu, but he actually wanted to compensate him. Is my year of time so worthless?"

The man always had no expression on his face: "You have to bear what you promised. Forging a knife a year means that you are not capable of your own."

Song Xianzhe gritted his teeth and snorted coldly: "There is no compensation, please pay the commission quickly, let's settle the two of you."

The man didn't care: "There is no compensation, I don't want the knife anymore, you can keep it yourself."

Song Xianzhe's face turned pale: "What nonsense is it? If you say no, don't want it. Do you know how much money this broken knife has wasted me? Are there anyone who is like this?"

The man insisted on his own opinion: "I don't want the knife anymore."

Not waiting for the boy to answer, the man turned around and left, clean and neat and without a certain amount of drag.

Song Xianzhe was so scared that he hurriedly caught up with the man's arm and changed his smile to persuade him: "We have something to say. You don't remember the villain. When I just farted, the knife has been forged, and you are satisfied, wouldn't it be right to take it away today?"

The man continued to insist: "The knife is sent to you."

Song Xianzhe laughed: "No, no, this knife is really good. Look at the gloss texture, it is all perfect. It can be called a treasure among the knife and is the most suitable for a big shot like you."

The man asked: "Is there a waste of one year? Is there any compensation?"

Song Xianzhe had a bitter face: "You asked for repeated forging, and forged according to your specifications. If I consume all my belongings, why do you still need to compensate me?"

The man finally had an expression and sneered: "Since that's the case, I don't want to compensate me anymore. The knife belongs to you and you will pay for your efforts."

After that, the man left without looking back.

Song County Zhe was immediately anxious and grabbed the man and sat in the snow and kicked his feet. He was fighting with the shrew in Qingyang Town, and refused to let the man leave.

His tone was also very respectful: "Uncle, we have something to discuss. Compensation will be deducted from the commission. What do you think?"

The man said, "Your commission is not enough to compensate, so you have to give me some money and let me calculate how much."

Song Xianzhe's face turned green and he had to insist on admonishing him kindly: "You are not a villain's fault, so don't be as knowledgeable as someone like me. Give less commissions, which means more than that. Do you think it's okay?"

The man lowered his head and stared at the boy and asked, "What if I insist on giving you a knife?"

Song Xianzhe looked confused: "What do I want to do with a knife?"

Man: "Do what you want to do, the longer you use the knife, the more you owe me."

Song Xianzhe begged for mercy with a sad face: "I am a blacksmith. Why do I do with a knife? Don't joke with me."

The man was serious: "I was not kidding, I would use the knife at will. I will teach you how to use the knife and give you a silver life."

"But you have to swear that the knife is on credit, and you will borrow it and repay it. The longer you use it, the more you pay when you pay it back."

Song Xianzhe opened his eyes wide and he was disbelief: "How much money will you give me?"

The man took out a purse from his arms, and there were a pile of golden ingots inside.

Song Xianzhe's eyes were straight at that time and agreed: "Okay, I do."

The man said, "I'll say something to me."

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