Che Hua was in the best restaurant in Huayin City and had some free food and drinks.

It's like a free-for-nothing monster who wants to eat.

He had to pay.

But the shopkeeper refused to accept his money. The villagers who drank with him saw that Che Hua was in a dusty manner and in a dark clothes, and even gave him a new outfit.

He hired a carriage to prepare dry food.

This time, when I waited for the car to drink and eat, I wanted to set off and return to the old place of the sect, it was already evening.

He bid farewell to the enthusiastic fellow villagers, and as they bid farewell, he drove a carriage to the city gate.

But as soon as I turned a corner, I saw two boys, and the thin little girl last night, waiting for him on the street corner with a bag.

"Hey, you three, why don't you go home?"

Che Hua asked curiously.

"I was sold by my parents and didn't want to go home."

The older child, about eleven or twelve years old, raised his head and his gray face was full of admiration. He stepped forward a few steps, knelt beside the carriage, raised his head and said to Che Hua:

"Hero, I want to learn martial arts with you and become a hero like you in the future."

"Me, so do I."

The thin little girl also knelt on the side of the road, timidly tilting her head like a kitten.

She blinked and said to Che Hua:

"My mother died of illness and I was out of my house. Now I want to leave with my elder brother. I don't want to study martial arts. I will be a maid for my elder brother in the future and serve tea and water."

"I don't have that wealthy life."

Che Hua laughed, he grabbed his chin and looked at the last child.

Without him asking questions, the child took the initiative to kneel down and kowtowed to Che Hua a few times. He said in a tender voice:

"I have an older brother in my family, but I inherit the family business. When I encounter bad things, I am lucky to be able to save him. So I want to follow the hero to learn martial arts. Fortunately, I will not surrender if I encounter this in the future.

I asked my grandfather, and he said it was OK.

He also sent me here.

I also ask the hero to accept me as a disciple. I will definitely practice martial arts carefully in the future and not embarrass my master."

The child is dressed better and has a bag on his back. He looks like he has a family member at first glance.

Che Hua turned around.

On the corner of the street, an old man was leaning on a crutch and smilingly watched his grandson learn from his master. Seeing the hero's eyes, the old man in wealthy clothes bowed to Che Hua.

It seems like a request.

"All right."

Che Hua didn't hesitate for long. How could he rely on him alone to rebuild the sect?

Anyway, we will recruit disciples at that time. Now these three children are just right at martial arts age, so we will accept it if we accept it.

Thinking of this, he pulled the three children into the carriage, reached out his hand, waved the old man behind him, and then next to him, wiping the thin girl's face and helping her wipe away the dust on her face.

"Then from now on, you wait for the three of you to be the first generation of disciples of our Huashan Sect's re-establishment sect."

He drove the carriage and went out of the city gate, whipping the whip while saying to the three children behind him:

"As long as people are there, the sect will be there. Our Huashan Sect will be rebuilt today and at this time."

At this moment, Che Hua remembered the dead master and the dead brothers.

They seemed to have never left, and were always in the sect under the Chaoyuan Cave, waiting for him as a wanderer to return home, and a heat surged in their hearts.

This moment, more than two years of experience, repeated back and forth in Che Hua's heart, almost making him cry.

But when the disciple who just accepted me looked at me, I had to maintain my master's majesty.

He then shouted to the sunset:

"Disciples, let's follow you as your teacher and return to Mount Hua."

The three children responded happily.

The little girl sitting by the car Hua looked at the master's left hand curiously, and she asked softly:

"Why is the master's little finger missing? Was he injured by a bad guy?"

"Don't talk nonsense."

Another boy immediately retorted:

"Master is so skilled in martial arts, how could he be injured?"

"The martial arts of being a teacher are at most mid-stream in the world, and there are so many strange people in the world."

Che Hua chuckled, leaned against the shaft of the car, touched the missing little finger of his left hand, looked at the three disciples, and said:

"Let me tell you the story of being a teacher. After the teacher is finished, you three will also tell you your story, even if you know each other.

My teacher’s finger was done wrong, and I regretted it in my heart and cut it off by myself.”

"ah."

The little girl immediately exclaimed and said:

"That must be painful."

"It really hurts."

Che Hua likes this thin little girl very much.

When I saved them last night, this girl was the first to respond. Seeing her thin and soft-spoken words, she felt brave in her heart.

He touched the little girl's head, breathed a sigh of relief, and said warmly:

"But now, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"Okay, listen to the story. I was born in the village at the foot of Mount Hua, just like you."

Amid Che Hua's leisurely voice, the three children exclaimed from time to time.

Especially when he heard Che Hua follow his master and his brothers go down the mountain to stop the Demon Sect and be wiped out, the three children's eyes widened.

The master’s story is not long, he is still young after all.

But the story is very tortuous and has various truths that the three children don’t understand very well.

But that's OK.

Che Hua thought to himself.

In the future, I will teach the disciples bit by bit these principles I have learned.

Whether you succeed in practicing martial arts or being mediocre in the future, I just want them not to make those mistakes you have made.

You must be like your master.

Be a good teacher for these children.

But this rebuilding of the sect is not enough for one person and three children. I also have to find some friends to help.

Che Hua was telling stories while thinking in his heart.

Now it is April of the 26th year of Zhengding. July is the day when Senior Sister Lin Huiyin takes office as the head of Xiaoxiang Jianshe. Then she takes her three children to watch the ceremony.

Just took the opportunity to trick several senior brothers and sisters in the Jianmen, fooling me, and invite Huashan to take charge.

Anyway, there are many disciples of these major sects, and the head of Lin Wandong is often worried about his disciples' way out. Inviting them to come to Huashan to be elders' teaching is a great thing.

Although the Huashan Sect has declined, it has a reputation.

With all your heart, you will be the best in the world and the best.

I also have a master of martial arts in my hands, so I think they are willing to do so.

Well, that's what it was decided.

If Senior Sister Shuiyun, who can make people sweet, do things delicately, be kind-hearted, and treat themselves well, would be better.

However, Senior Sister Shuiyun is a disciple of the inner sect of Jianmen and is also valued.

It is probably not easy to invite him here.

Alas, that's all.

Che Hua sighed, take a step, take a look.

The road to rejuvenation of the master's sect is the first step.

The road ahead is long, the road is long and long.

At the same time when Che Hua returned to Mount Hua, the land of Qilu, in the city of Jinan.

Weihou had just changed his medicine. He was now wearing a single dress, lying on a rocking chair in the mansion garden, playing with two small iron balls in his hand, closing his eyes, and not knowing what he was thinking.

This veteran in charge of Qilu has grown a lot aged in the past six months, as if he was hit by the worldly affairs, making his originally straight back bent down.
To be continued...