Yingbao was extremely interested in the person in front of her. After all, whether in the past world or the present era, weapons were just guns and ammunition... and swords were certainly there too, but she had never seen a sword spirit that could talk, sense people's emotions, and understand what others were saying.

When something that only exists on TV or in novels appears in real life, and you see it with your own eyes, can you remain calm, not curious, and not tempted to do anything?

Yingbao said she was powerless to stop her curiosity! She guessed the others felt the same way, after all, she used to be an actress, and her self-control should be second to none, much stronger than others.

Previously, I couldn't show my curiosity because of my image, but now I can finally be satisfied...

"Little girl, time is limited, so I won't beat around the bush with you. What Xiao Jian just said is true; you are indeed the 138th generation patriarch of my clan. I've calculated that you will be my first and only disciple in this lifetime. We have a deep connection, and I've been waiting for you for a very, very long time!"

"Little girl, would you like to become my disciple?"

Yingbao was already very tempted upon hearing this, feeling that she was one step closer to revenge, but she knew that rushing things wouldn't work. So she asked, "What are the benefits of becoming your apprentice?"

Master Xuanxu was a man of great talent and influence.

Back then, countless people wanted to become my disciples, numbering in the thousands or tens of thousands. They were all humble, polite, and offered generous gifts.

Even so, I glossed over it and made excuses by not accepting it.

It's truly one of a kind in the world, a rare and wonderful thing, for a little girl to ask me for a gift these days!

So be it... Anyway, she only has one beloved disciple, and he'll be hers in the future anyway. Giving him now or later won't make much difference! Xuanxu thought to himself.

As Xuan Xuzi pondered this, he pulled out a Qiankun bag and a booklet resembling a martial arts manual from his treasure pouch behind him, tossing them to Ying Bao and saying, "The Qiankun bag contains weapons, and the booklet contains a martial arts manual called 'The Heart Sutra of Absolute Sorrow.'"

"You've given me the gift, can you now become my disciple?"

Yingbao deftly caught the treasure thrown by the strange old man with her little hands. She glanced at it and thought to herself that the old man was very mysterious. He was dressed in tattered clothes, but he had a lot of good things in his hands.

"I don't even know your name, how can I become your disciple?"

Yingbao stared at the strange old man who was about to become her master. "Did I follow the wrong master? My memory is terrible, even worse than the old lady who sells tofu at the village entrance. Can he teach me well?"

I looked down at the item in my hand. It was quite nice, mysterious and rare. It was exactly what our Ye family needed right now. Should we accept it and pay our respects to him?

As the saying goes, "The master leads you through the door, but the practice depends on yourself."

"It's easy to go astray, but hard to go astray!"

"It's so difficult, so difficult!"

******

Who is it, buzzing like a fly?

Me? I've lived for far too long. Only a handful of people know my name. They're all either dead or forgotten, as if it were a thing of the past.

"I am Huangfu Xuanxu, and also Ye Xuanxu!" A complex look flashed across the old man's eyes as he fell into memories.

Huangfu? Ye surname? Two names, could he be a time traveler like me? I'll test him first.

Yingbao, in a whimsical tone, said something in his fellow villager's words: "The stars in the sky eat the Big Dipper..."

A strange old man...