Martial Cultivator

Liu Banbi was a little unwilling to be able to trick the little sister to go with him to see his teacher. However, he knew that the little sister wanted to stay with the boy he liked, so he did not force her. However, when he walked through most of the academy and came to the small courtyard that was not too big but looked very clean, Liu Banbi hesitated again.

After all, it was still the same thing as before. It was not a big deal to practice sword. Even if he became a sword immortal one day, his teacher would think that his student had made progress, and would not think about how his student was not good enough. But if he really stopped studying, his teacher would definitely be heartbroken.

Liu Banbi deliberately did not return to the capital in recent years because he did not know how to face the dean. But now he has returned to the capital, returned to the academy, and even arrived at his teacher's door. But there is a saying in the book that one is afraid of hometown. Maybe it is like this?

Standing in front of the courtyard gate, Liu Banbi, whose hair was soon covered with snow, pressed the flying sword on his waist and remained silent.

After half an hour of silence, the Sword Immortal Liu, who had killed countless monsters in the battlefield of the northern border, sighed and turned to leave. He felt that he didn't know how to face his master.

But just as he turned around, the gate of the courtyard suddenly opened, and a lot of accumulated snow fell down. A middle-aged man stood behind the door, just looking at the young Sword Immortal who was just about to turn around.

Liu Banbi also heard the sound, and for a moment he felt mixed emotions, and didn't dare to turn around, just stood there, seeming to be a little at a loss.

"Hey, isn't this the Great Sword Immortal Liu? I haven't seen you for so many years. Now you are putting on airs for me, an old man? You don't even want to see me, an old man?"

The voice behind him was the same as before, but Liu Banbi could still hear it, but it was a little more vicissitudes.

He took a deep breath, turned around, looked at the dean in front of him, and bowed seriously, "Student Liu Banbi, hello, sir."

The dean raised his eyebrows and snorted, "At this moment, do you still think you are my student?"

Liu Banbi's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "No matter what time, the student thinks that the teacher is the student's teacher. As for what the teacher thinks, the student can't control it, and doesn't want to control it."

The dean sneered, "Sure enough, you killed some monsters in the North Territory and became a so-called sword fairy. You, Liu Banbi, really think you are amazing."

Liu Banbi was silent for a moment, and then said sincerely, "I don't know how many monsters I have killed in the North Territory over the years, but I have killed more than one monster in the Forgetful Realm that can be called a big monster, and I haven't brought shame to the academy."

He said this sincerely, so that no one

could say anything, at least even the dean couldn't see any hypocrisy in his words.

The dean's voice softened a little, "After all, you still regard yourself as a student of the academy, but how can a student of the academy not study?"

There is too much regret in this sentence, and people can hear it at once. Although the dean has many disciples, almost all of them are taught according to their aptitude. There are only a few disciples who are truly trained as the dean of the academy. Among these few people, the one he valued the most at the beginning was the young sword fairy in front of him.

It's a pity that he had such an idea. Who could have thought that his disciple would be so crazy that he didn't want to study anymore. As Liu Banbi thought, it was never a big deal for him to practice sword or not. Now the academy also has his students practicing sword. He still didn't think much or say anything. By the way, he also helped to go to Jianqi Mountain to ask for several flying swords with his old face. So it's not a big deal for Liu Banbi to practice sword or not, but can he practice sword and study at the same time?

This kind of thing should not be a difficult matter for the dean, but why can't you, Liu Banbi, read a single word of the sage book after practicing sword?

This is what the dean can't figure out, and this is also the real knot between the master and the apprentice.

"What about now? Do you think the same as before?" The dean looked at Liu Banbi with some hope. This leader of the world's scholars had many complex emotions in his eyes at this moment.

Liu Banbi wanted to say something but stopped. Looking at himself, who seemed to have the same appearance as before, but had actually aged a lot, he couldn't say it.

The dean said softly, "I know."

Liu Banbi bowed his head and said, "I'm disappointed, sir."

He rarely bowed his head to others in his life, but he was willing to bow his head to the gentleman in front of him.

The dean didn't say anything. He turned his head and said, "Come in."

After saying this, the dean walked back to the courtyard and returned to the house.

Liu Banbi, who followed behind him, had mixed emotions. Earlier, before he practiced swordplay and was still studying, he and several other fellow apprentices would come here whenever they had something to do. Although his master always said that a gentleman should stay away from the kitchen, he would actually make some snacks for them. They usually read and discussed at his master's house. Most of the time, the dean would listen quietly on the recliner and let them discuss. He would only speak when they really had nothing to talk about. After many years, he walked into this room again. The recliner in front of him was still there, but the paint was seriously peeling and a little mottled. There was a small stove in the room, and wine was warmed on it. Sitting by the stove, the dean picked up the wine pot and poured a glass for Liu Banbi, then said softly, "Actually, sir, I have already thought it through. You don't study because you have your own wishes."

Liu Banbi took the glass of wine, a little confused.

"You should have been an unlucky guy who died by the river in your previous life. I, sir, was the first one to pass by. I took off my clothes and put them on you, so in this life you have done more than a dozen things for me. A disciple of 20 years, you have become half a scholar, but in fact, the person who kindly carried you back to find a place to dig a pit and bury you was not me, but a guy who used a sword, so for the rest of your life, you have done A swordsman becomes a swordsman, this is fate, sir, I recognize it."

The dean spoke slowly, as if he was telling a very ancient story.

Liu Banbi was a little confused and asked, "Sir, can you really see my past life?"

The dean snorted angrily, "You really think I'm a god. What do I know about this kind of thing?"

Liu Banbi was a little embarrassed, more resentful.

The dean's anger came and went quickly. He said softly, "It's just a metaphor."

Liu Banbi groaned and saw the dean drink all his glass of wine into his stomach.

He raised his head and drank the glass of wine in one gulp, but at the same time he looked at the dean in surprise.

The dean said calmly, "Of course it's still the same sorghum wine as before."

Liu Banbi smacked his lips, feeling a little emotional. In these years of killing demons in the North, he had to drink heavily after every battle. The wine in the North was not necessarily good, but it was very strong, and the soldiers liked it very much. But for Liu Banbi, it was different. Sometimes when he couldn't sleep alone at night, what he actually thought about most was the sorghum wine he could only drink from his husband.

The dean said softly, "The northern border is dangerous. Even the Sword Immortal will die if he wants to. It's not easy for you to survive."

How to answer this? Liu Banbi thought for a while and said softly, "The students don't feel that much pain."

What the teacher asked and what the student answered are actually not the same thing.

"Actually, when my husband has nothing to do in these years, he will think about it, why do I, the student who is the most suitable for studying, with the most suitable understanding and temperament, say one day that he doesn't want to study anymore, and really don't want to read a word of it? Could it be that those sages and sages' teachings, Are those classics that our generation of scholars regard as guides really useless? The former sages didn’t dare to slander and speculate, so they could only say that you, as a student, were wrong. Sometimes, I even thought about it, if I set off to the north today to arrest you. If I come back and teach you a lesson, can this matter be improved? Later, I thought about it again and realized that no, your temper is just like this. Even if I do this to you as a teacher, When the students are brought back, what should you do? Will your decision change? Then things will be back to the way they were at the beginning. Why don't you want to study anymore? "

The dean said with some melancholy, "With your situation, being guided by a famous teacher, and being a student in an academy, I'm afraid most people will cling to the word "scholar" in their hands for the rest of their lives, but why are you? Don’t you want these three words? This is what Mr. has been thinking about most in these years.”

Liu Banbi still didn't speak, but when the dean poured the wine, he stretched out his hand and took another glass of wine.

After filling another cup, Liu Banbi said softly, "I know that sir treats me sincerely, but the student really doesn't have any intentions."

The dean ignored him and just said to himself, "After thinking about it for many years, sir, I finally figured it out. In fact, from the bottom of your heart, you don't want to be a scholar anymore, and you don't think the sages' teachings in the books are wrong, right?"

Liu Banbi nodded slightly.

The dean was somewhat satisfied.

Liu Banbi said, "The former sages of the academy have many truths. They are all spoken from the sincerity and are intended to educate the world. In fact, they are not wrong at all."

The dean looked at Liu Banbi and remained silent.

Liu Banbi continued to smile and said, "I'm just a student..."

Before he finished speaking, the dean said, "I feel that being a scholar, even if it is useful, will not be of much use to the plight of the entire human race. I am even thinking that scholars are talking so high-spirited about helping the world, but it is all empty talk." , you even think, as a scholar, why can't we resist the demon clan in the north, but let those so-called vulgar warriors protect them? "

The dean laughed at himself and said, "At this point, I feel that I can't sit back and enjoy the fruits of my life with peace of mind, nor can I live a peaceful life as a scholar who doesn't hear anything outside the window and only reads the books of sages, so in the end, even if I practice swordsmanship, I just don't want to do it." A scholar."

Liu Banbi was silent for a moment, raised his glass, drank it in one gulp, and said seriously, "Sir, you know me!"