The Guardians: The Swordsman of the Moon

Bao Yu's.

"Humbly, always loving the young and respecting the old ...."

Mo Xian watched inside the study room as a sect master explained about a Book of Devotion to Himself.

"Always obey your own words and be trustworthy ...."

His name was Bao Yu, a man with a wrinkled face, gray hair with a mustache and a long beard that he would pick up almost all the time.

This man, Mo Xian had once read on the biographical list of Bai Lian's sect master, his name plastered on the list of the strongest teachers in Bai Lian's sect with Level six of the Moon, lower three levels than sect master Bai Lian who was already at the third level of the Sun Level.

However, even though Bao Yu had a strong position and Level in Bai Lian's sect, the man had never taught martial arts nor poison and medicine. The man preferred to teach moral education to the disciples of Bai Lian sect. Although most students do not like moral education, they think they already more than understand that life must be humble, virtuous and wise. Therefore, Bao Yu's class was always calm and quiet as almost all of his students would fall asleep in the classroom. They seemed to hear a bedtime story from an old man.

But in contrast to Mo Xian who had listened to fairy tales. Mo Xian would happily listen to how that Bao Yu spoke like his grandfather who was storytelling in the past.

Bao Yu stopped talking and put his book on the table when he saw that most of the students he taught were putting their heads on the table, while others tried to resist the drowsiness by yawning. Then his attention turned to Mo Xian, the young man who always kept his eyes fresh as he taught.

Bao Yu couldn't help but like the boy, not only proficient in martial arts, poison science and medicine with his rapid development, the boy also respected his teacher. He always wanted to talk to her both.

Finished class, Bao Yu actually asked Mo Xian to pay a visit to his residence and invite him to tea by the lotus pond.

"Young man, I've heard from the other masters, that you are truly a gifted child. And I've seen how you are indeed a heaven-blessed child."

Mo Xian smiled, withdrew his hand and bowed his head. "This disciple replied, thank you to Master for his praise."

Bao Yu smiled complacently at Mo Xian's courteous behavior. He then poured a cup of tea for Mo Xian and for himself.

"But I heard from Qiaofeng that you used to daydream in the library, did something bother you?"

Mo Xian gasped, not expecting Qiaofeng to actually notice him. Lately he often thinks of dreams that interfere with his sleep.

Seeing Mo Xian speechless, Bao Yu stroked his long beard. "If you can't understand something about the lesson, you can ask me that."

Mo Xian again gasped, he had not expected that Bao Yu would misunderstand him. Although he sometimes found it difficult with what he read, he always found the answer on another page or in another book, as long as you try to read and understand what it means you will slowly understand.

Bao Yu offered Mo Xian a cup of tea. "The years I have lived in this world and had no students, I mean inviting you to my residence today is wanting to make you a student. Are you willing to be my student?"

Too many surprises, Mo Xian could barely digest his words. Bao Yu who refused to teach Bai Lian's students about Martial techniques, poison science and medicine, had only spent the past year teaching moral education, he is now asking her to be his disciple.

Please note, Mo Xian read the complete biodata Bao Yu who had already carved a name on the Xin Yue continent as an expert in medicine and poison science, as well, he is also known as a venomous snake capable of killing a thousand people in one night. The story of him was recorded in the books about the hundred great cultivators in Xin Yue. Bao Yu was even ranked tenth with the style of a thousand poisonous flowers.

Looking at his life story, Bao Yu was a cruel and heartless person, he had actually killed a thousand warriors and low-level cultivators in the war that took place 80 years ago, at that time he was young and said to be a bloodthirsty person, his entire body was drenched in the blood of his dead enemies on his hands. However, when the war was over, it was written that Bao Yu's existence had suddenly disappeared and reappeared when he had become a teacher in Bai Lian's sect.

Looking at Bao Yu now, there was no longer a trace of the ferocity of a thirsty swordsman from the book description. What Mo Xian saw now was only a parent who was very happy teaching moral education and liked to give advice like a grandfather who had tasted the sweet acid of life.

"Young people do not have to worry about the cost. I want to make you a disciple and this has nothing to do with Bai Lian's sect."

Mo Xian blinked, accepting the tea treat Bao Yu gave him, staring at the lemongrass tea in his cup. The golden yellow water billowed with lemongrass flowers that spread a soothing fragrance, giving Mo Xian a calm feeling.

"This ...." Mo Xian tried to speak, he naturally wanted to get a teacher who only focused on him but, "Is this not a problem with the other students?"

Bao Yu smiled, took a sip of her tea, liking Mo Xian's thoughtful way of thinking. He offered her a favor and this young man was actually still worried about his friends.

"It doesn't matter to anyone, I want to make you a student. After all, being a teacher of moral education does not seem to be much in demand by other students."

Bao Yu laughed.

"Most of them even sleep when I speak, is my voice as good as lullaby music in their ears?" Bao Yu looked at Mo Xian with a curious face.

Mo Xian couldn't help but laugh, but as best as he could hide behind his palm.

Mo Xian watched Bao Yu speak with a sad face.

"Working hard to be strong is important, but for what purpose we become strong is also important. Young people ..." Bao Yu turned to look at Mo Xian. "What is your goal in learning martial arts in Bai Lian's sect?"

Mo Xian stared with a serious face, that question the answer was obvious. Mo Xian wanted to be strong, of course. However, there was another reason that made him more eager to learn.

"This disciple replied, The disciple wants to be a strong and useful person, Master."

"Are you useless at the moment?" bao Yu's question looked like she wasn't interested in Mo Xian's reply. While Mo Xian could only stare confusedly, what was wrong with his words?

"Now I ask you again, what is your goal in practicing martial arts? To be strong and not to be humbled by others? Protecting yourself and loved ones? Or be the pride of a family and record your name as the hundred greatest warriors of the century?"

Bao Yu sighed. "Many people start their struggle with such things, saying they want something useful and reliable. However, sometimes they get lost in the middle of the road because they lose their weak grip rope. Lulled with his strength, tempted with more profitable things to tread the wrong path to become strong."

Bao Yu seemed urgent, but she actually spoke in a subtle tone, like a grandfather advising his granddaughter.

Bao Yu then saw Mo Xian's lips curl gently while looking at her tea. Bao Yu smiled, adding another cup of tea to Mo Xian.

"Young people ... Life is always going to change, but we must not forget how we started, the stronger we are the greater the responsibility we have to bear."

Mo Xian nodded.

"My desire to raise you as a student was because my teacher once said that the knowledge I had should not stop at myself. Spreading kindness as long as we are still breathing is advice he often told me. Young people ...."

Bao Yu looked back at Mo Xian.

"I've made mistakes before, that moment for me being the strongest and the greatest was everything and ignoring my teacher's advice. In the end the power and dissatisfaction blinded my mind and I went down the wrong path, I'm sure you've read my biography in the library. My whole body has been soiled with blood of every kind of person. My teacher once said that everyone has their own dark side. Only with science and the advice of a teacher can we deal with it."

" The young ... Have you studied the primacy of science before?"

Mo Xian nodded back and replied, "It's Master."

"Then try to read the first verse of the book of the Preciousness of Science to me."

"Remember, there will be no knowledge except with 6 things. That is smart, passionate, patient, cost, teacher's instructions and long time."

Bao Yu again stroked his beard, nodding in satisfaction. Then he asked again: "Have you understood the temple?"

Mo Xian looked at Bao Yu. He wanted to say something, but somehow the words were swallowed back by him. There is something lacking for the answer.

Bao Yu smiled. "I'm sure you understand it very well. And, you also know where your mistakes lie."

Mo Xian lowered his head, watching the lemongrass flowers floating in his cup, of course he knew. He thought to study by himself by reading books in the library was enough for him. Since Bai Lian's sect had many disciples, it meant that there were too many people that Bai Lian's sect master had to guide who only had eleven teachers. And Mo Xian thought the sect master would not have enough time to teach his students one by one, so he never asked the teacher if he did not understand and chose to look for him in the library.

"You think about your answer from now on, I'll wait. However, I hope you will accept my offer because I want to take you out of Bai Lian's sect."

"out?"

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The Book of Science in this story refers to the book of Alala.

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