"What's your apprentice's name?"
Wu Xiao asked, wanting to know if there was such a person in Dongsheng.
Wu Xiao's question caught Er Sha off guard. Only now did he realize that he had forgotten to ask his name.
...
The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons, in the south.
The man with the wine gourd sat on a white rock, holding a cane in his arms, drinking the wine from his gourd.
"Master, becoming the best in the world is so difficult."
As he drank, Jiuhulu sighed, "Now, Dongsheng is teeming with talented people, and many geniuses are vying for supremacy in this prosperous age."
He was like a piece of duckweed, drifting aimlessly in a prosperous era.
He felt that all those years he spent wandering around Dongsheng were not as good as those in that small village.
Years ago, he stumbled into a small village and stayed there for several months, months that proved incredibly beneficial to him. There, he met an exceptionally intelligent person.
He didn't know why the people in Nancun called him "Second Fool".
Only he knew that this child, who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, possessed great wisdom. Even a small amount of knowledge he casually revealed was enough for him to comprehend and benefit from.
So I didn't hesitate to become an apprentice.
His master taught him a divine skill.
He called this move "rebirth of flesh and blood".
Use "spirit" and "vital energy" to guide the "blood" and "strength" within the body, and use "essence" as a guide to reconstruct oneself.
This one move saved him many times.
Unfortunately, his understanding was not yet complete, and he could not do as freely and equally as his master.
They can even use their bodies as "building blocks".
This is the level he desires.
However, he still cannot understand it.
Even if I understand it, I still can't become the best in the world. If I can't become the best in the world, I won't have the face to see him.
"Master, aren't you making things difficult for me?"
The man with the wine gourd was drinking, his face contorted in pain.
However, what saddened him even more was that he forgot to ask his master's name before leaving.
All I remember is that the villagers called him "Second Fool".
That's definitely not his name.
...
Ersha, who was happily munching on sugarcane, was now anything but happy, and didn't even know his apprentice's name.
This master is completely unqualified.
"You're silly, aren't you?" the old man laughed. "I knew you'd been fooled just because he didn't tell you his name."
Ersha was so angry he was practically fuming. He said, "No way, I have to go out and beat him up. How dare he lie to me!"
As he was about to turn back, the old man said, "You don't even know his name, how are you going to find him?"
Ersha was like a deflated balloon, listless and extremely depressed. The sugarcane he was biting suddenly didn't taste sweet anymore.
He was so angry that he threw the sugarcane away heavily.
With a loud bang, a distant mountain was smashed to pieces by the sugarcane he threw.
Wu Xiao and the Left Prime Minister were secretly astonished; the sheer physical strength of this man was truly remarkable.
Only the old man was used to it, because even three-year-old children in the village could do it, so there was nothing surprising about it.
"Ersha, come with me to Xihuang Mountain first. Then, I'll go out with you and try my luck to see if we can find him."
"good."
Ersha quickly regained his composure and became carefree again.
They continued on their way. Along the way, Wu Xiao and Zuo Xiang listened to the old man tell stories. He was very talkative and kept talking.
As the story unfolded, we eventually arrived at the foot of the mysterious Xihuang Mountain.
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