Some people are like this. They are born with a golden key in their mouths. From the moment they come to this world, they are destined to be different. They are born with a sense of superiority. Some people desperately want to get what they want.

But it is worthless in his eyes.

What the sloppy Taoist priest didn't want was the ordinary wooden sword. He just wanted to prove that he worked harder than anyone else, so he gritted his teeth and persisted until he was powerless and used up the last bit of strength in his body.

The plum blossom pile fell down.

The wooden sword finally fell into Chi Lang's hands. The sloppy Taoist priest hoped to be able to argue and get the wooden sword, but in the end he didn't get what he wanted. He watched the wooden sword being used by Long Shan.

The elder handed it into Chilang's hands.

Master Long Shan looked at Chi Lang with admiration and did not even look at the sloppy Taoist priest.

However, after Master Long Shan left, Chilang came to the sloppy Taoist priest with the wooden sword and broke the wooden sword with no expression on his face.

It seems to be saying, don’t you see, what you ask for and don’t get, what you desperately want to get, is worthless in my eyes!

Who are you? You are as humble as an ant, and you dare to steal something from me?

I was destined to be better than you when I was born. My family has a rich academic background and a profound background. Countless elders of the Maoshan Sect surround me. I am the hope of the Maoshan Sect and the most talented among the younger generation of disciples.

Why are you trying to rob me? Do you have the qualifications?

The broken sword was thrown in front of the sloppy Taoist priest. Chilang turned around and left without saying a word.

That night, it rained heavily, with thunder and lightning.

In the heavy rain, the slovenly Taoist priest huddled in the plum blossom pile

It seems that all luck has nothing to do with oneself, and it seems that everyone is working against oneself.

But the sloppy Taoist priest couldn't figure out what he had done wrong to deserve such humiliation.

Let fellow fellow disciples trample their dignity under their feet.

From that moment on, the sloppy Taoist priest swore that he would be proud of himself one day.

The sloppy Taoist priest thought that his master, Master Songhe, didn't know what happened at that time, but the moment he saw the broken wooden sword, the sloppy Taoist priest almost cried.

Only then did I understand.

The master was always there at that time, maybe he was hiding in a corner not far away, witnessing all this.

But the master did not appear, pretending not to know anything.

Even when he was leaving the plum blossom pile in the pouring rain, the master suddenly walked out of the rain curtain, knelt down, picked up the broken wooden sword, and perhaps wiped it with his dirty Taoist robe.

After checking the muddy water above, he put away the broken sword.

At that moment, the sloppy Taoist priest didn't know what his master was feeling.

I don't know what he was thinking.

But this short sword has been kept by Master Songhe for more than ten years.

It wasn't until today that I took out the broken sword.

This sword is the attitude of the master.

Master said that you should have a normal heart and just be happy in life.

But the sloppy Taoist priest knew that the master was not happy.

For so many years, he has known that his master has been unhappy, otherwise he wouldn't have drank to drown his sorrows, and would have been drunk every day.

At the beginning, he was also the leader of the younger generation of disciples. In one day, everything changed and everything changed.

But the master did not give up on himself and taught him everything he had learned in his life.

He also taught himself his magical weapons, the Thunderbolt Wood Sword and the Maoshan Jade Pendant.

Back then, only the most powerful disciples of the "Song" generation could possess these two magical weapons.

The master gave him everything, led him into the Taoist sect, and taught him all his skills.

Then continue to live in a state of intoxication.

Seeing this sword, the sloppy Taoist priest knew that the master's flying was like flying a kite. No matter how far he floated, the thin string would always be in his hand.

Master Songhe knew the sloppy Taoist priest very well, knew that he was competitive and unwilling to give in.

So, I took out this broken sword and showed it to him.

He just wants to tell the sloppy Taoist priest that you are my apprentice, Master Songhe. If you want to win, fight me to the end!

To avenge the broken sword more than ten years ago.

This sword is to tell the sloppy Taoist priest that the shame of the past must be avenged by himself today.

I heard the sloppy Taoist priest talk about these past things.

Several of us couldn't help but sigh.

We thought that Master Songhe was an old drunkard who didn't care at all about the sloppy Taoist priests and didn't care about winning or losing.

Now that I think about it, Master Songhe is truly a man of great wisdom and foolishness, and everything he has shown before should be a test for the sloppy Taoist priest.

If the sloppy Taoist priest didn't have the determination to win the battle, Master Songhe might really leave him alone.

But as long as the sloppy Taoist priest wants to win, Master Songhe will add fuel to his fire.

Let him know what he is fighting for.

This broken sword has been kept for more than ten years just for today.

Holding the broken sword, the slovenly Taoist priest held it tightly in his hand, his eyes red.

After he finished telling us the story, he walked straight to the door of the house with the dagger and knelt down directly.

He kowtowed heavily in the direction of his master's bed: "Master, I will continue to do my best and persevere until the end just like before. Don't worry, old man."

The sound of Master Songhe snoring could be heard in the room. It seemed that he heard it, but he seemed not to hear it.

Then, the sloppy Taoist priest took the broken sword and went straight back to his room and never came out again.

After the sloppy Taoist priest left, we all had mixed feelings.

"Oh, I really didn't expect it. When Ronaldinho was outside, he was happy all day long and had no formal appearance. I thought he must have lived a very comfortable life when he was a child. It turned out that he had suffered so much, but this kid has never been

He didn't tell us." Gu Haoran sighed.

"Oh, if I had known earlier, I wouldn't have bullied him before. This stinky old man feels no better than when I was a child." I also sighed.

"Brother Luo may have to play several games tomorrow, and he will definitely face off against that guy Chi Lang. With Brother Luo's overall strength, it's still a bit difficult to deal with that guy Chi Lang." Kasang said with some worry.

"That Chi Lang man is a man of five and six, and he has a good attitude towards his fellow disciples. I didn't expect that he would be such an idiot when he was a child. He bullied our family Ronaldinho. If he can't defeat Chi Lang, Ronaldinho will probably be severely punished.

We have to think of a way to get Lao Luo to punish Na Chilang." Brother Gu looked at us again.
Chapter completed!