C9 Master

Although Liu Di didn't know how high Lao Huazi's cultivation level was, but he believed that he was more than enough to be Lao Huazi's master.

However, this matter was too hasty. It hadn't even been half a day. Could it be that accepting a disciple in this world is that easy?

In Liu Di's previous life, the art of teaching and learning had already fallen to the stage of giving money to others. But he was a wuxia fan after all, and the wuxia complex remained.

He had always imagined that one day, he would be able to acknowledge an expert as his master. It would be best if he could be like a monk sweeping the ground. He would definitely treat him like a brother or a father. Of course, it would be even more ideal if he could become an aunt.

Lao Huazi, of course, didn't know the twists and turns in Liu Di's heart. He started to boast again, "In the past, this old man was unrivalled, but everywhere I went, there were tens of thousands of people who were respectful and no one dared to disobey."

Liu Di saw Lao Huazi like a gang leader, almost did not say that sentence, follow me, I protect you.

He waved his hand and said, "This is too big a deal. If I were to become your disciple, I would be your father for a day." Finding a father just like that was too rash. I am not a casual person!

The meaning behind his words was no more than that Lao Huazi's image was unlike a father to a teacher. Lao Huazi looked at Liu Di pitifully with a bitter face. Liu Di remained unmoved and looked at each other.

After a long while, Lao Huazi sighed. With a flick of his finger, a short sword appeared in his hand.

The sword was a foot long, as clear as autumn water, but it was enveloped in a layer of faint white light. Although Liu Di had never seen it before, he knew that this was definitely a magical equipment used by the Spirit Master.

Lao Huazi said with a face full of reluctance: "This sword's name is Cold Light, third stage Flying Sword. Its biggest feature was that anyone could use it. There was no need to deliberately refine and recognize the blood essence. Spirit Master could use it at any stage, unlike many other enchanted tools, they could only use it if their cultivation was a tier higher than it was used to. Otherwise, they would suffer from the backlash. "I've thought it over and over again. This thing is most suitable for you."

Liu Di looked at him with envy, and his heart was filled with emotions. Wealth could not be faked, wealth could not be faked.

Lao Huazi saw that although Liu Di's eyes were full of fire, but he would not let go. He gritted his teeth and fumbled in his chest, but this time he took out a ring.

Liu Di was surprised to see that the ring was made in such a rough and grayish manner that it didn't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy. It was clearly not a magical equipment.

Lao Huazi's face was filled with pain as he handed it over: "This thing is very rare. Forget about the Refinement Stage, even if you're in the Foundation Establishment Stage, you can only have such a big direct descendant from the sect. Generally speaking, even masters of ordinary clans would find it extremely difficult to have disciples, to say nothing of other rogue cultivators. You can try injecting soul power into it. "

Liu Di reached out his hand to take it, and thought, could this be the legendary Storage Ring?

With a thought, a thread of spiritual will entered the ring. Sure enough, there was a huge space inside the ring! Liu Di estimated that it was at least the size of a hundred ping.

Withdrawing his spiritual will, he thought to himself, this truly is a rare item. It's practically a cultivation trip, and robbing an apartment would be a must!

Seeing Liu Di fondle the Storage Ring affectionately. Lao Huazi said with a face full of expectation, "How is it?"

Liu Di recited: Wealth cannot be sowed, other than the Storage Ring!

After making up his mind, he got up and left the table, turning around to pay his respects, "Disciple greets Master!"

Lao Huazi was overjoyed as he lifted Liu Di up with both hands, "Good, good, good. From now on, you are my, Mu Daozi's, direct disciple!" Although he was happy to have finally settled this disciple of his, he couldn't help but feel depressed.

This disciple of his actually came with great profits. Failure, true failure, such a failure!

Liu Di's mind was full of thoughts. Of course, he knew what Lao Huazi was thinking. He intimately came over and said, "Master, you have to give me these things no matter what. You're just giving them to me a moment earlier."

Lao Huazi said with a straight face, "I don't care about these trash!" However, the displeasure on his face was obvious.

Liu Di took a step back and handed the ring over with both of his hands. He said miserably, "Then please take it back."

When Mu Daozi heard that even Liu Di's master had changed to you, he immediately jumped to the side and waved his hands: "Take it, take it. This matter is settled!"

Liu Di smiled as he put the ring back on, then casually picked up the Cold Light Sword on the table. With a thought, the Cold Light Sword disappeared from his hand. With another thought, the Cold Light Sword appeared in his hand. He played it over and over again with great pleasure.

Even though Mu Daozi felt that Liu Di was too bored, he could understand that the other party was just a youth after all.

Having had enough fun, Liu Di called the waiter to clean up the table, served another pot of tea and served it with both hands.

Mu Daozi took a sip of tea and said in a clear voice, "Since you've already taken me as your master, there are some things I'll tell you. I'm Mu Daozi, and I'm known as the number one god thief." Stealing everything in the world, not one mistake was made. Back then, I … Five thousand words are omitted here. I am the leader of the Divine Thief Sect. "

Liu Di couldn't hold it in anymore and interrupted: "The Thief God Sect? Master, then how many disciples am I in the God Thief Sect? "

Mu Daozi smiled awkwardly, "The first disciple to open the mountain!"

Liu Di lost his voice, "Master, don't tell me it's just the two of us?"

Mu Daozi's face reddened. "There will definitely be more disciples under this sect. As the senior disciple of the sect, you are also the future master of the Divine Thief Sect. In the future, the entire sect will depend on you."

Liu Di was speechless. After a long while, he said, "Master, could it be that you just established this God Thief Sect?"

Mu Daozi only twirled his beard and laughed.

Liu Di was defeated by his master. After thinking for a moment, he said, "I think that the name 'Divine Thief Sect' is too ostentatious. Think about it, if I were to report myself as a disciple of the Divine Thief Sect while travelling in the martial arts world. When others heard this name, they would immediately be wary of you. Do you think that you can still make friends and happily play around? I think we should just call it Divine Movement Sect. Anyways, as a thief, one has to slip away quickly.

Mu Daozi clapped his hands and praised: "This name is really not bad. Our sect's ultimate technique is the Divine Movement of Emptiness. "Then it's settled!"

Thus, the Master and disciple duo built a sect just like that.

Many years later, if the several hundred thousand Divine Movement Sect disciples knew that this was how they had come about, how would they feel?

The master and disciple pair left the restaurant and found an inn. After settling down, they sat down facing each other.

Mu Daozi took out a tattered book and handed it to Liu Di, saying: "This is our sect's key technique, Divine Movement: Empty."

Liu Di was speechless. Other than Cold Light Sword s, nothing Mu Daozi took out could be seen. It was either dirty and dusty, or it was just like this.

No matter what, it was still a thing in the cultivation world. Even if he didn't want to touch it with immortal energy, he still needed some precious jewellery.

Liu Di took the manual and opened it. He discovered that the entire book only had three pages. Other than the cover cover, this so-called Sect Tactic was actually just one page of paper...

Liu Di Di didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Master, is it that simple?"

Mu Daozi said with a smug expression, "Our sect's absolute art does not rely on cultivation. It depends on comprehension."

Liu Di's face was full of suspicion, he was too lazy to bother with this master. He looked at the only thing on this piece of paper: Wind. Silence. Spirit. Deity. Ok. Empty.

Mu Daozi said, "I can't teach you anything. You can only comprehend these six words on your own. In the past, I only spent five months to comprehend the first word, and was reputed to be a peerless genius who shocked the entire Three Realms! "

Liu Di was already immune to his boasting and focused on the words. Mu Daozi smiled in embarrassment. He got up lightly and quietly closed the door, then went back to his room.

Liu Di sat for three days. During these three days, Mu Daozi came over every day and opened the door gently, placing his daily meal at the door of Liu Di's room. The Master and disciple didn't have any communication.

Early in the morning on the fourth day, Mu Daozi woke up and called for the waiter to bring the dishes. Then he carried the box to Liu Di's door. When he opened it, a gust of wind blew past and he felt that his hand had lightened, the box disappearing without a trace.

When he looked up, he saw Liu Di, who was holding a lunchbox with a complacent look on his face, moving it close to his nose and putting on an act, "It smells so good."

Mu Daozi stood dumbstruck in front of the door and said in disbelief: "Disciple, you, you, you comprehended it?"

Liu Di smiled, "Yes, I have learnt a little of it."

Mu Daozi rushed over excitedly, "Quick, let me see it again!"

"Master, you keep an eye out." Liu Di's figure suddenly became blurry with a thought. Then, an afterimage flashed, and Liu Di appeared on top of the beam. He smiled proudly and said, "Master, how is it?"

Even though Liu Di was the soul of an old man in his forties, it was his first time coming in contact with such a mysterious and unpredictable spell.

Mu Daozi raised his head and looked at Liu Di on the beam. He was so excited that his eyes were red. He murmured, "The heavens did not disappoint me. As expected."

Liu Di jumped down from the roof and held Mu Daozi's arm in surprise: "Master, what's wrong? Even if your disciple is a genius beyond ordinary, you shouldn't be so touched that you cry right?"

Mu Daozi rubbed his eyes, "Pah, who's going to cry? There's sand in your eyes."

Liu Di smiled and said nothing. Looking at Mu Daozi's emotional side, he felt warmth in his heart. He felt a sense of intimacy with this master that he was still unfamiliar with.