The Master Imparts a Technique
The Master Imparts a Technique
"Master, Senior Brother Xu... Master, why did you return so early?"
The moment he stepped into the courtyard, Lin Mo looked up and saw the two instructing the apprentices on the training ground. He cupped his hands and greeted them.
"I finished my business in the prefectural city, so I returned first." Yang Yun stroked his long beard, glanced at Lin Mo, then suddenly narrowed his eyes as though he had spotted something. "You broke through to the Second Level?"
"My luck was good these past few days. It all fell into place naturally, and I entered the Second Level."
Lin Mo answered, leaving Xu Changfeng and the apprentices beside him green with envy.
"Junior Brother, how can you speak of it so lightly? You truly make this senior brother die of envy!" Xu Changfeng sucked in a breath and bared his teeth in amazement.
Thinking back to his own past, he had only entered the Second Level at twenty. Five years had passed, and he was still stuck at Second Level Perfection.
His master had once praised his natural bones as being quite good. Yet compared with this junior brother, who had climbed up step by step, he seemed inferior.
As for the apprentices below, they broke into murmurs and whispered among themselves.
Most of the apprentices in Stone Wall Courtyard were children of fishermen and farmers. Even the better-off ones were merely children of small merchants and peddlers, still worried about making a living.
Their dreams were no more than sensing their qi and blood sooner. So long as they became martial artists, they would have a chance to find employment with some small lineage.
"A Second Level martial artist—I've heard that if you go serve as a