strictlysupreme Chapter 198 Master, Times Have Changed
Chapter 198 Master, Times Have Changed
“Master, you’re right, you’re amazing too.”
Wan Zhenshan spoke first, looking at Mei Niansheng with a pained and resentful expression.
"You were poisoned but still traveled so far; it really worried your disciples to death!"
Although that's what he said, a hint of smugness flashed in Wan Zhenshan's eyes.
So what if he's a grandmaster? Under his schemes, he still ended up fleeing in a sorry state!
At this moment, Yan Daping and Qi Changfa, who were standing to the side, also chimed in.
"Yes, Master, we disciples searched high and low for you! We almost thought something had happened to you!"
"Master, that's right! Eldest and Second Senior Brothers are so worried! Please tell us about the Liancheng Manual!"
If someone outside the community saw this, they might actually think it was a scene of deep affection between a master and his student.
Mei Niansheng remained expressionless, as he was a grandmaster and possessed considerable composure.
Unfortunately, he couldn't hold back after hearing Qi Changfa's voice, after all, he had been raising Qi Changfa like his own son.
"Hmph, I wonder what great virtue I, Mei, accumulated in my past life..."
"How could I have accepted three ungrateful, treacherous bastards like you as disciples!"
"You think you can get your hands on the Liancheng Secret Manual? In your next life!"
Upon hearing this, Wan Zhenshan, the senior disciple, slowly shook his head.
"The disciples really have no other thoughts but hope that they can live a more comfortable life in the future."
Look at you, those treasures that could rival a nation's wealth are just sitting here with you, and you yourself don't even bother to touch them.
Why hold on so tightly? Why not hand over the Liancheng Secret Manual and let your disciples benefit from it too?
"You yourself enjoy upholding justice, you can't stop your disciples from striving for a better life!"
Yan Daping and Qi Changfa, who were standing to the side, nodded in agreement.
Their thoughts were the same as their senior brother's: what's the point of practicing martial arts in this life?
All that talk about upholding justice and punishing evil is a lie!
Master, times have changed!
Wealth, power, and a carefree life were what the three brothers truly desired!
Practicing martial arts? What's the use if you don't become a grandmaster or great grandmaster!
The three of them haven't even reached the Innate level yet, they might as well just lie down and relax!
"With your skills, which aren't even at the Innate level, you think you can get your hands on the treasures of the Liancheng Manual? That's a joke!"
Mei Niansheng smiled wryly, her expression full of sarcasm.
Upon hearing this, a hint of embarrassment flashed across the faces of Wan Zhenshan and the other two.
This is one of the reasons why they plotted against Liancheng Jue.
To be honest, their talent for martial arts is really too poor.
Under the tutelage of the master Mei Niansheng.
He had only barely reached the level of a top-tier master.
Even so, it was only because the three of them already possessed some martial arts skills.
If nothing unexpected happens, this is how my life will be, since there is no hope for martial arts.
Then all we can do is raid the treasures in Liancheng Jue and live the simple, unpretentious life of the rich!
The assassin, dressed as a scholar, watched coldly from the sidelines, remaining silent throughout.
He simply smiled and watched the scene unfold with great interest.
Is there anything more interesting than a master and disciple killing each other?
Just then, a sudden sound came from the corner.
"Old man, what are you yelling about? You've disturbed my sweet dreams, are you going to pay for it...?"
The person who spoke was the same beggar who had just been mocking Mei Niansheng.
Even though he was still half-asleep and hadn't fully opened his eyes, a beautiful sentence in Chinese had already slipped out of his mouth.
Before he could finish speaking, the beggar sensed something was wrong.
I felt the hairs on my body stand on end.
I was thinking to myself, "It's not even winter yet, how come the temperature has dropped so drastically all of a sudden?"
After struggling to open his eyes and seeing the state of the dilapidated temple, he thought to himself, "This is bad!"
Inside the dilapidated temple, four figures had appeared, seemingly out of nowhere.
At that moment, the eyes of the four figures all turned to him!
Based on his years of experience begging, these four people were definitely not good people.
Because the scholar among them had a gaze as cold as ice.
Looking at him was like looking at a corpse.
After understanding the whole situation, the beggar's instincts told him in an instant.
Run! Run for your life! Run as fast as you can!
Thinking of this, the beggar didn't hesitate and did a somersault to his feet, then immediately got up without pausing.
They ran straight towards the back door of the dilapidated temple, hoping for a glimmer of hope.
At the same time, he secretly prayed that he was just a bit of a smart aleck, but please don't come after him!
If the heroes are truly still angry, there are some sleepy beggar brothers in the temple.
I'm sure his brothers would be happy to help him share the burden!
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Seeing this, the assassin dressed as a scholar smiled even more broadly; he liked this feeling!
With a light tap of his toes, he shot out with explosive speed!
In an instant, they were behind the beggar, who felt a chill run down his spine.
Immediately, a sword light flew out from his sleeve and struck the beggar on the back of the head, piercing straight into his skin.
The beggar instantly lost all his vitality!
After killing the beggar, he did not stop.
With a slight flick of his wrist, several streaks of cold light rose from the ground.
The remaining beggars in the dilapidated temple had their lives taken in their sleep.
Fresh blood flowed slowly from the wound, forming streaks of crimson.
Seeing this scene, the scholar-like man stood amidst the pool of blood, his smile growing even wider.
"Who are you?....."
Mei Niansheng frowned, for she could see the whole picture from just one glimpse of the man's actions.
He had already discerned that this person's martial arts had reached the late stage of the Innate Realm.
Moreover, his swordsmanship was superb, and he even grasped a trace of sword intent, making him one of the top talents in the late stage of the Innate Realm.
Even Wudang and Shaolin would cultivate such a talent as a key disciple.
I never expected the Green Robe Pavilion to be so generous.
I wonder what conditions these good disciples offered to Qingyi Tower!
Upon hearing this, the scholar turned to look at Mei Niansheng and slowly smiled, "Who am I? Autumn is almost here, and the autumn wind and rain are so melancholic. Wouldn't it be perfect to use this autumn wind and rain to send off the great hero, Iron-Boned Ink-Eye Plum Blossom?"
"You are the Heartbroken Swordsman? Xiao Qiuyu?!"
Upon hearing this, Mei Niansheng guessed the identity of the person in front of her.
As everyone knows, sometimes in the underworld...
To have a sophisticated air, you must have your own set of quotes.
For example, Ximen Chuixue's line, "What I blow is not snow, but blood!"
This is a phrase that Xiao Qiuyu often says.
"I never expected that Master Mei would have heard of my name."
Seeing this, Xiao Qiuyu nodded and looked at Mei Niansheng very seriously.
"This is my first time killing a Grandmaster. If there are any shortcomings, please forgive me, Master Mei!"