The boy seemed to have noticed the attention of Qing Lan and the servant boy. When he passed by the door, he looked up and saw the beef noodles in Qing Lan's hand. He swallowed his saliva and looked away. He had only taken two steps when he stopped and bent down to pick something up from the ground. He looked around and stopped at the beef stall for a moment. He gritted his teeth and finally turned to look at Qing Lan.
"Shopkeeper, I found a gold coin at your door. Is it yours?”The boy walked over, and there was indeed a gold coin in his muddy hand. Qing Lan and the servant looked at each other. They saw disbelief in each other's eyes.
This made Qing Lan feel ashamed. This was the way of the world. Although he sympathized with the little boy's encounter, he could not help him. However, the little boy's character made him feel ashamed. It could be seen that he was wearing tattered clothes and walking with heavy steps. He was already starving, but he still maintained this spirit.
"Yes, this gold coin is mine.”Qing Lan nodded. If he guessed correctly, it was the one that the stoic woman had given him.
The boy extended his small hand forward. "Here, I'll return it to you."
However, Qing Lan didn't take it. Instead, she smiled at him and said,""It's yours now." The boy was surprised. He gratefully bowed to Qing Lan and said," Thank you." Then, he quickly ran toward the beef stall across the street.
"We have guests." Qing Lan smiled at the servant beside her.
"Master Qing really has a Bodhisattva heart.”The servant gave Qing Lan a thumbs up and ran to the opposite side.
" Remember, give me more. If you don't have enough, put it on my tab..." Qing Lan teased him from behind.
The fragrant beef noodles were quickly prepared. The little boy wolfed down the bowl, but he realized that he was not satisfied. He licked his tongue and wanted to continue, but when he saw the only gold coin in his hand, he could only purse his lips and hold it in. The prices in Hou Wei City were not low. One gold coin was only enough for a bowl of beef noodles. Just as the little boy put down the gold coins and was about to leave, the servant brought him another bowl full of gold coins.
"Shopkeeper, what are you doing? "I didn't want it," the boy asked in surprise.
The servant smiled and looked in Qing Lan's direction. The little boy also followed her gaze, his eyes sparkling. After a moment of silence, he continued wolfing down his food. Seeing this, Qinglan smiled and covered her face with the fan to block the dazzling sunlight. She leaned back on the recliner and swayed it…
"Benefactor, please accept me as your disciple.”Suddenly, a little boy's voice came from the side. Qing Lan turned her head to look. The boy knelt on the ground gratefully and looked at her with determination.
"You want me to take you as my disciple?" Qing Lan asked in surprise.
"Yes, I've thought it through. I don't have any talent, so I can't enter the Cold Void Sect. Benefactor, not only have I been indebted to you, but you also opened a martial arts school.”As he spoke, Mu Chong knocked his head heavily on the ground again." As long as Master agrees, Mu Chong is willing to serve you."”Qing Lan clicked her tongue. He had not expected that the first person to acknowledge him as his master would be in such a situation. Forget it! Not to mention the child's character, just her drive and the light in her eyes made it difficult for him to reject her.
"Okay, I promise you." Qing Lan nodded.
"Thank you for your help, Master." Mu Zhong quickly knelt down to thank her. Without a word, he carried Qing Lan's bowl of noodles back to the noodle stall across the street.
"This child is really sensible." Qing Lan smiled like an aunt. Since he was her first disciple, she could not neglect him. When Mu Zhong returned, Qing Lan brought him into the house.
"Mu Chong, you use a saber, right?" Qing Lan asked. "Yes, sir!" Mu Chong lowered his head. The rusty broadsword at his waist had long betrayed him.
"Master has nothing to give you. I'll give you this saber!”Qing Lan took out a long saber and handed it to Mu Zhong. Mu Chong took out his saber and pulled out its sheath. Light swirled around it, bringing with it a threatening aura. This saber was the most satisfactory one among all the weapons that Qing Lan had forged. She didn't need it anyway, so it was naturally appropriate to give it to her disciple.
"Thank you for your gift, Master." Mu Zhong couldn't bear to part with it and hurriedly thanked him.
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