C1 Forced to Go up the Mountain

At the foot of the mountain, a young man led a group of five or six men and chased after a three or four-year-old boy. The boy was covered in blood as he ran up the mountain. The one leading them was a stocky guy who was around eighteen or nineteen years old. He chased and shouted, "Little bastard, if you run any further, I'll skin you alive."

When he saw the child running up the mountain with all his might, the young man shouted in fright: "Brat, I won't kill you, don't run up the mountain!"

How could the child listen to him at this moment and continue to run up the mountain, but he fell to the ground in a panic, the young man who was chasing the child rushed forward, raised his sword, and hacked it down. Seeing this, the child used both his hands to smash into the young man's stomach, the young man was startled, and quickly retreated a few steps.

The child ran and hid inside the dilapidated ancestral temple. The young man who was chasing after him saw him enter the ancestral temple, and was so scared that his face turned pale. He immediately turned around and ran down the mountain.

The child had just entered the temple when he heard someone ask, "Child, why did you come to this old monk's place?"

The child looked up and saw that it was an old monk with a broken right leg. He had a head full of white hair, and the stubble on his face was like a pile of steel wire hanging below his forehead. The child looked at the old monk and cried, "My mother, Mother Wen, was killed by Liu Jiahu. Now that he wants to kill me, I ran up the mountain and hid here with you."

"Huh?" The old monk clasped his hands in shock, "Amitabha. How could Liu Jiahu kill a kind old woman? "

Yue Bo cried and roared: "Liu Jiahu..." "I will kill you, you beast!"

The old monk stared at the youth and asked: "Your name is Yue Bo, right?"

"Yes." The child nodded.

"You've practiced martial arts since you were young?"

Yue Bo was a little surprised when he heard the old monk's question. He hesitated for a moment and said, "I've practiced a few years' worth of basic skills with my mother."

"Good seed, your future is limitless." The old monk seemed to be talking to himself. He thought for a while before asking Yue Bo: "Do you want to kill Liu Jiahu?"

"Of course I want to. How can I not take revenge for the deep hatred of the Blood Sea!?" Little Yue Bo clenched his fists and said while gnashing his teeth.

"You have guts." The old monk looked at Yue Bo as if there was electricity in his eyes and asked, "Are you willing to take me as your master?"

Yue Bo answered without even thinking, "I don't want to."

The old monk asked in surprise, "Why?" If you don't acknowledge a teacher and study under him, how can you take revenge? "

"You can learn, but you can't acknowledge someone as your teacher."

The old monk opened his eyes wide and asked, "How many people would like to join this old monk, why aren't you willing?"

"There are two reasons."

"What two reasons?" the old monk asked with interest.

Yue Bo answered in an experienced manner, "This one is called 'Monopod Devil' by you, Monk Shenhua. How can I acknowledge a demon as my teacher? Second, my mother said that you can't randomly take her as your master. "

The old monk looked at the wretched child and suddenly stood up. He didn't know whether to laugh or to cry and asked, "This, you, how did you know this old monk's monastic name?"

"You forget, my godmother Mother Wen often brings you daily necessities."

"Oh …" Mother Wen knows about this old monk's background. " The old monk said, "As long as you dare to kill Liu Jiahu, this old monk will teach you a movement sword technique. Are you willing to learn it?"

"He can kill Liu Jiahu in one move?" Yue Bo could not believe it, and said: "There are so many people in the Han King Gang, accompanying Liu Jiahu in sword practice every day. None of them can defeat him. I only learned one move to kill him? "

"Don't forget that my name is Monopod Devil. Teach you one move, it's enough to kill that brat."

"Do you want to acknowledge me as your teacher?"

"This is a deal, don't acknowledge me as your master."

"Trade?"

"Right, I'll teach you sword moves. After you go down the mountain, you must kill Liu Jiahu."

Yue Bo looked at him doubtfully and asked, "Fine, we'll trade then. As long as we can kill Liu Jiahu, I can be a big help to you."

"Alright, it's a deal. I guarantee your success."

Seeing Yue Bo carrying a great sword on his back, the old monk asked: "Who is the Longsword on your back?"

"This sword is the inheritance of my mother."

"Oh, look at the hilt and tassels of this sword. The previous owner of this sword was not a simple person."

Yue Bo had heard Mother Wen and the people from Han King Gang discuss Monk Shenhua's martial arts cultivation amongst the top experts in the Wulin of China, and he was ranked sixth amongst the top ten demons. He thought that it was also good to learn half a move from the old devil and not to learn, so Yue Bo learned half a move from the old monk, which was the "One Force" sword technique.

Afterwards, Monk Shenhua helped Yue to wash the blood off her body and applied medicinal powder to the wound. Suddenly, he found a book falling out of Yue Bo's chest. He picked it up and rummaged through it a few times, then put it into his pocket.

Seeing that, Yue Bo shouted: "Give it back to me!"

"I'll give this old book to you. You won't be able to understand it, so leave it to me first. When you learn half a move, I'll return it to you. "

From that day onwards, Monk Shenhua began to talk about sword moves as he repeatedly demonstrated them.

In order to take revenge, Yue Bo practiced this move that the old monk had taught him with all his might. Although he was full of doubts about the usefulness of half a move, he still focused on practicing. Yue Bo practiced this move for three consecutive days before he got familiar with it.

Then, Monk Shenhua started sparring with Yue Bo and practiced for another three days. The results were not very good, he was so anxious that Little Yue Bo started to cry, the old monk said: "Yue Bo, you just entered the sect, it's already amazing that you can practice like this. How about we practice after a rest?"

Just like this, Yue Bo practiced with Monk Shenhua in the Guan Di Temple for more than a month. Gradually, they started to have feelings for each other, causing the old monk to laugh out loud.

At this moment, Yue Bo was deep in thought. After a while, he suddenly said, "Old monk, your lower leg just now exposed a flaw. As long as my sword is changed to a downward thrust, you will lose."

"Haha, I have no legs, so why are you lifting me up?" After the old monk heard this, he laughed and suddenly said, "You are really smart. This old monk did not teach you for nothing." As long as you can follow my plan, I will definitely not treat you unfairly after I've done my job. "

After a while, he shook his head and said, "No, changing from straight forward to forward is easy to say, but it's hard to do. I'm already familiar with this' one move, one force ', if it suddenly changes to another midway, I might not be able to grasp my strength. Plus, I'm already at a critical moment, I might be tired, I'm not as fierce as that."

The monk sighed, "If you were willing to take me as your master, everything would become simple."

Yue Bo smiled faintly and said, "Thank you for your love, but unfortunately, you and I are not on the same path. I will have to fight you to the death, so there is no need to mention the matter of me taking you as my master."

The old monk sighed and said, "Okay, okay, let's keep fighting okay? Until you can smoothly change your moves. "

Therefore, "Monopod Devil" Monk Shenhua accompanied Yue Bo to practice repeatedly all day, all the way until one day at dusk, Yue Bo was finally able to change the words "straight thrust" to "lift". Although this flick of the sword appeared to be very reluctant and weak, it had finally made great progress.

The old monk saw the situation and encouraged, "Not bad, continue practicing."

The two of them tried a dozen more times, but still could not improve. The old monk said, "Let's exchange identities and see."

In the end, the old monk tried three times in a row and only succeeded once. Seeing this, Yue Bo also encouraged: "As long as the kung fu is deep, the iron pestle grinds into a needle, this saying makes sense. Let's keep fighting. "

The old monk nodded and swung his sword towards Yue Bo. They had practiced for more than fifty days and had only practiced one move. This was how the sword came and went, repeating the same move again and again without disturbing himself with hundreds of times of practice.

Don't just look at this "One Move, One Force", but in the hands of the old monk, it was ever-changing. Different directions, different power, different parts, and even different sword techniques gave this simple one move a rich meaning. The two of them practiced just like this for two months. At noon that day, while the father and son were drinking, the old monk said, "You've learned this move already. It looks like it's time for us to break up."

Yue Bo sighed and said, "This is a banquet that will never end. I will definitely come back and ask for my book."

The old monk laughed and said, "Don't worry." First of all, I was looking forward to your return, because the fact that you were able to return means that our plan has come true. Secondly, your book can't even be understood by this old monk, so it's very hard for anyone to understand it in this world. This old monk will hide it under the cushion of Buddha, and let Bodhisattva keep it for you. "

Yue Bo smiled bitterly. The two of them opened the jar and started drinking. After being together for more than two months, the enmity between the two had disappeared, and there was an additional trace of unexplainable reluctance.

Unknowingly, he finished his jar of wine. As he was half drunk, Yue Bo asked, "Old monk, that Liu Jiahu is just a young master, why do you have to go against him? Must we kill him? "

"Kid, what do you mean by this?"

"Don't treat me as a three year old child. I know that you hate Liu Dawang for keeping you stuck for more than ten years, so you wanted to use me to kill Liu Dawang's precious son to quell the hatred in your heart."

"Brat, you are so smart that even this old monk is afraid of you. But have you thought about it? If you don't kill him, he will definitely kill you. This Liu Family is a common enemy of both of us, and this is the reason why I chose you. "

Yue Bo gave a long sigh and said, "I have long understood what you mean. You are borrowing a knife to kill someone." I won't be able to leave this fake mountain anyway, as long as I hit the mountain, I'll definitely die under Liu Jiahu's hands. If I work together with a fake monk like you, with this' one move, one move, one force 'bullshit sword technique, I will have a chance of surviving. Right?

"Ha ha-ha, you're absolutely correct. You got it right!"

"In that case, I will take my leave."

"You …?" When the old monk saw the Youth turning around to leave, he was stunned.

Yue Bo shrugged and picked up his Longsword before turning around to leave. Seeing that, the old monk hurriedly shouted: "Stand."

"What is it?"