The Diary of Wang Xiaer

On the third day after the capital of Shuangxue Country was attacked, in a dilapidated temple deep in the mountains of Tian Ge Prefecture in the central region of Dawu Country.

"Mr. Heishan, do you know?"

"The one who can decide the rules of the game is the one holding the knife. Look at the sword!"

In front of the ancient Buddha in the dilapidated temple, with the summer breeze blowing by, it felt exceptionally cool.

A rather delicate ten-year-old boy, holding a white long sword with a black hilt, jumped up with the sword, and with an extremely fast stance, chopped a piece of...broken wood in front of him.

And shouted out the lines from just now very smugly.

After saying that.

Put away the sword.

Wearing all white, with a very swordsman-like feel.

The lines were completely original by his master, as for the patches on his white clothes, they gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

At least in Wang Xiaoer's own opinion.

Wang Xiaoer narcissistically brushed his long hair, which hadn't been cut for half a year, his heroic spirit was aroused, obviously very satisfied with his own performance, and then slowly said:

"I, Wang Xiaoer...am so handsome!"

Pa da.

Not far behind the dilapidated temple gate, Zhang San took a bite of the wild fruit he found in the mountains, and quietly watched Wang Xiaoer's grand display of social death from behind.

Zhang San was puzzled.

It was hard to say the kid was stupid. Half a year ago when he saved himself, he was very smart. Although he was lucky, he still managed to avoid being found when the patrols from Heaven Gate came.

But to say he was smart, the scene before him made Zhang San have to re-examine Wang Xiaoer's intelligence again.

This little apprentice...definitely has some problems!

But I'm not very good at medical skills for mental aspects. I haven't even cured my own fear of fishermen for 20 years.

It would have been nice if Bai Xiaoyu could have seen this scene.

She would surely not have to rack her brains to think of the second Wang Xiaoer opposite sex education plan after seeing this.

What a pity.

"Cough cough." Zhang San deliberately coughed very loudly.

Hearing a movement, Wang Xiaoer smiled embarrassedly and turned around.

"Uh...Master, what were you saying? Weren't you going to get some wild fruits?"

"They're all here." Zhang San pointed to the package behind him.

Wang Xiaoer cursed himself for being an idiot in his heart. His master's injuries had mostly healed recently, so his qinggong must have recovered enough to perform, naturally much faster than before.

But that didn't mean his master had seen everything!

Yes, yes.

It must be so.

After a short silence, Pa da, Zhang San took another bite of the wild fruit in his hand and said, "It looks like you were practicing sword with Xu Wangqiu's style, but...he wasn't as tacky as you."

It's over, the master saw everything.

Or maybe dig a pit in the small grove behind the dilapidated temple tonight and bury myself in it.

Yu, don't blame your brother for not keeping his promise to you...

Zhang San said to Wang Xiaoer, who had a bitter expression on his face and was poking something on the ground with his left big toe, "The swordsmanship of the Star Sea Sect has a word to describe it, fast!"

"The momentum is like galloping thunder. Once the sword is drawn, it is a killing sword. If it cannot kill, another faster sword will be drawn. If that still cannot kill, then an even faster one!"

One sword faster than the next, each sword superior to the last. By the time the opponent gradually figures out your sword moves after the exchange, even if they know where your next sword will stab, they simply cannot keep up anymore, because once the Star Sea Sect's swordsmanship takes shape, it can break through all martial arts in the world with just the word "fast".

That's why it's ranked as the number one sword sect in the world.

Zhang San has extensively studied various schools of martial arts for many years. He himself was also a rare martial arts genius in the world. Although he only read and did not practice the various schools of martial arts, he had unique insights into the essence of most martial arts.

Wang Xiaoer asked his master, "Master, are you telling me that my sword isn't fast enough?"

Zhang San shook his head, indicating, "What I mean is, the strong point of Star Sea Sect's swordsmanship lies in its speed, not the lines. Speaking pretentiously before the fight is completely useless, and after you finish reciting it, if someone kills you with one move, not only would you lose your life without saying anything, you would also be despised by your opponent."

Very good.

Wang Xiaoer suddenly smiled.

Decided to dig the pit tonight in the small grove behind the dilapidated temple. It was a bit remote, but the scenery was still not bad.

Yu, don't blame your brother for not keeping his promise to you...

"However...you can lift that Star Color with one hand. Your internal skill has improved." At the end, Zhang San praised Wang Xiaoer a bit.

Star Color was Xu Wangqiu's companion sword, left by the chivalrous Xu Hai, one of the top ten famous swords in the Jianghu. It looked slender but was actually heavier than many broadswords. It was impossible for a ten-year-old child's arm strength to lift it single-handedly, unless he already had decent internal strength.

However, the big chest of martial arts secrets that Zhang San had collected over the past 20 years came in handy at this time.

Orthodox internal skills and lightness skills were also top-notch martial arts. Wang Xiaoer had already gained entry to both, and Zhang San allowed Wang Xiaoer to choose another superior martial arts to complement Tie Bushan, giving him the opportunity to become a top master in the future as well.

So without hesitation, Wang Xiaoer chose the Star Sea Sect's swordsmanship from his master's many collections.

The reason, of course, was...cool!

Although Wang Xiaoer was also filled with admiration for his master's martial arts talent, he still felt that although his master was formidable, he was lacking in handsomeness compared to the quick swords of chivalrous fighters killing enemies and his father's fierce lion saber technique.

A swordsman in white, a narrow path where two men meet, killing the enemy with one sword...No ten-year-old boy could resist such vocabulary.

Zhang San added, "The only downside is that without the Star Sea Sect's internal skill to match the swordsmanship, your power will definitely be inferior compared to an authentic Star Sea Sect master."

Wang Xiaoer waved his hand dismissively and said very casually, "No big deal, Master. It's just that the compatibility between the swordsmanship and our orthodox internal skills isn't great. I'll just modify the sword moves when I get better."

If it doesn't suit me, I'll modify it to suit me!

Zhang San laughed and said, "You really are quite arrogant to want to modify Star Sea Sect sword moves. That would be much harder than creating something from nothing."

Wang Xiaoer said, "What's so difficult about that? Didn't you invent all kinds of poisons and traps in your ‘Assassin’s Career Record' that I've almost finished reading? Isn't that also a kind of creating something from nothing?"

That makes sense too.

Zhang San immediately walked into the dilapidated temple. Seeing this, Wang Xiaoer seemed to have thought of something. He hurriedly turned around and took a black covered book from the altar and put it away, looking rather mysterious.

Zhang San saw it and was already used to it.

This had become a habit for Wang Xiaoer over the past half year, especially during the two months when Zhang San was in a coma. Wang Xiaoer was always by his master's side every moment.

During that time, the deaths of Lu Gaosheng and the complete destruction of Xu Guo and the Golden Armored Guards affected the entire Tian Ruo Prefecture and even Tian Ge Prefecture. Officers were searching everywhere, which kept Wang Xiaoer tense and on edge for a long time, unable to sleep well either.

From then on, Wang Xiaoer developed a little habit.

Writing a diary.

He said that writing down all the bits of his life into words on paper somehow made him feel relieved inside.

Later when Zhang San woke up, Wang Xiaoer still kept this habit and would occasionally write something.

Of course Wang Xiaoer never let Zhang San see the contents of his diary, and Zhang San had no interest in it either.

"Master, you said before that in a few days, how about I send the diary I wrote to my mother?" Wang Xiaoer asked while putting away his diary.

Zhang San's heart stirred, but he did not answer.

In fact, over the past year, Wang Xiaoer had sent one or two letters to his distant mother, but in the end, those letters had all ended up in Zhang San's pocket.