Chapter 1239: Wait for me to become successful
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The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation
- 六月锦鲤
- 702 characters
- 2021-03-03 03:30:40
Because of the destruction of the mansion, Chen Fan, who had not yet purchased the mansion, placed Tzu Chiu and Shisan in the inn before leaving with Luo Shuiyao.
When he went back, Jiu Jiu was already drunk and fell asleep on the table, still holding a jug of wine in his hands.
As for Thirteen, he was still practicing, and he didn't dare to be slack in the slightest.
"Master, you are back!"
Seeing Chen Fan's appearance, Thirteen immediately got up and took a basin of water to wash Chen Fan.
There was a sense of excitement that could not be suppressed in his eyebrows.
"Master, do you see any changes in me?" Thirteen suddenly looked at Chen Fan and said.
As for Chen Fan, he smiled slightly, pretending to be puzzled: "What has changed in you? Why didn't you see it as a teacher?"
Hearing this, Shisan's eyes showed a touch of disappointment, but he soon recovered.
Thinking that since his master didn't find out, then he said it himself.
"Master, I already..."
"Well, I knew it as soon as I entered the door for the teacher." Chen Fan waved his hand and said, "Congratulations, Martial Artist Thirteen!"
It turned out that Thirteen finally broke through and became a martial artist. Although it was only a great heaven, the speed was actually not satisfied. After all, his practice time was too late.
It can only be said that there are many benefits to having Chen Fan as a master.
"The disciples thank the master for the kindness of cultivation. When I succeed in my cultivation, I will surely reward you thousands of times!"
At this moment, Shisan saw Chen Fan paying attention to him early in the morning, and was very moved. He knelt on the ground and banged his head.
"stand up!"
But what he didn't expect was that Chen Fan's voice was a bit cold.
"Remember, in this world, no one can make us kneel. The sky is not good, the ground is not good, and people are not good!"
Thirteen thoughtfully, but nodded heavily, keeping everything in mind.
Chen Fan was also a little relieved when he saw this. Looking back at the time when he worshipped Mu Yunhai gate, everything seemed like yesterday.
But if you calculate it carefully, it has been more than ten years.
Now, with the passage of time, Chen Fan has reached a height that people on Canglan Island could not imagine. The friends and enemies who once walked side by side seem to have drifted away.
With a melancholy sigh, Chen Fan suddenly thought of the small round shield Mu Yunhai had given him back then.
That is, it can only be used once a day, and can withstand a blow from a martial artist.
Directly taken out of the storage bag, the small round shield now has many cracks and is silently telling Chen Fan's past.
I saw that he solemnly handed the small round shield into the hands of Thirteen and said: "This thing was given to me by my master back then. It is not a valuable thing, but it is of extraordinary significance. Today I will pass this thing to you. , Hope you treat it well!"
Thirteen heard this, the whole person's mind for a while, and a layer of mist immediately appeared in his eyes.
Taking the Buckler incomparably solemnly, the tears finally did not endure, and they fell straight.
"Master, you are the best person in this life to thirteen, even my parents, I was killed shortly after giving birth. For so many years, only by your side, I feel warm and can eat every day. You can even practice!"
"Master, thank you, I will definitely try my best to practice, strive for an early opportunity, and do my best to share the worries for you!"
Chen Fan didn't say much when he patted Shisan on the shoulder.
He accepted thirteen as his disciples, how could he need someone to help him share his worries.
Everything can be said to be due to fate. Chen Fan thinks that he is predestined with Thirteen, and he feels that the other party is very similar to him back then, but he does not have his own luck, so he wants to help.
After all, he can understand too much, there is no way forward, and life is a vague darkness.