He said: A person as powerful as the master actually accepted a useless disciple who doesn’t even have spiritual roots.
There were many times when he could only stare blankly at the training ground late at night. He imagined how great it would be if he had a good talent, so that he could be worthy of the title of master's disciple.
Later, perhaps his master discovered his thoughts and began to go out early and come back late, searching everywhere for rare treasures to change his talents.
Once, he stumbled upon his master applying medicine to him at night. A large wound pierced his waist, deep enough to reveal the bone. For someone as powerful as his master to have sustained such a severe wound, one could imagine how dangerous the situation must have been.
But he could do nothing but hide in the corner with his mouth covered, crying silently, not daring to make a sound.
And now, my talent has become outstanding and unique.
But this was all earned by Master after risking his life. Even though Master didn't say it, he knew it all.
Everyone said that he was lucky to have met his master, and he felt the same way.
Hua Yanyue thought: If the hardships and difficulties in his childhood were for the purpose of meeting his master, then he would be willing to endure any amount of suffering.
"Don't think too much. No matter what you are like, I am happy. I will only have you as my disciple in this life." Shen Yushu said, his words were still cold, but with a seriousness that was hard to ignore.
After all, raising a child is too troublesome, and she doesn't want to raise another one.
"This is a gift that your master prepared for you. Take a look and see if you like it. You are starting your training now, and you are still in need of a suitable weapon."
Shen Yushu took out a box and handed it to Hua Yanyue, who raised her hand to take it.
The square jade box was very simple, without too many fancy designs, but there was a small "moon" character on the lower left side of the box. He knew that this was a mark engraved by his master himself, and it was something that belonged to him alone.
Hua Yanyue stroked the word with her fingers, stood up, sat down on the stone bench beside her, gently placed the box on the stone table, and opened it carefully.
What caught my eye was a long, snow-white whip, a thin red streak of light flowing down its length, winding its way through the crystal-clear, white whip. The shimmering beauty was truly stunning. The whip handle was aqua blue, equally translucent. It was inscribed with a delicate and detailed depiction of a dragon and phoenix playing with a pearl.
Hua Yanyue felt delighted at the first sight of it, and couldn't help but take it in her hand and stroke it carefully. She could vaguely feel the closeness of the whip to herself.
The next second, a flash of silver light flew out from the whip and penetrated into Hua Yanyue's eyebrows.
"Is it a divine weapon?" Hua Yanyue asked in surprise.
The artifact recognizes its master and will only recognize one master in its lifetime and will never betray him. If it is robbed, it would rather destroy itself than betray its master.
Shen Yushu nodded, looked at him and asked, "Does Yue'er still like it?"
If you don’t like it, just make a new spiritual weapon.
It’s a pity to waste this dragon tendon that we got with great difficulty.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t have been so smooth to create such a magical artifact.
"I like it. Thank you, Master." Hua Yanyue said with a smile. His eyes were sore and he wanted to cry, but he forced himself not to cry, so that the corners of his eyes turned red. This Yanshu look was very beautiful.
"I'm glad you like it. Yue'er, give it a name. This will be your own weapon from now on, and no one can take it away from you." The cold voice was soothing.
When Hua Yanyue heard this, he finally couldn't hold back his tears. He lowered his head in panic to hide his loss of composure, tightly holding the whip in his hand. He suddenly remembered what he had said to his master before.
"Master, I used to have a small wooden sword that I loved very much, but it was stolen. Yue'er was heartbroken for a long time. If I can really practice cultivation one day, I want to have a weapon that no one can take away and that belongs only to me. That way I can protect myself and Master as well."
It turns out that Master has always remembered everything he said.
'Master'...
He silently repeated these two words in his heart, and the surging emotions hit him like a mountain torrent, almost drowning him.
"My name is... Zang Qing." Hua Yanyue said softly, her voice a little hoarse, with an imperceptible deep meaning in her words that made people confused.
Shen Yushu looked at him with a strange expression.
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