Chapter 5 Huashan Outer Gate

Huang Lin followed a group of children, led by an inner disciple in front, into a huge canyon.

What he saw was a dense group of buildings. There were already many people inside. Some were wearing the clothes they brought with them, and some were wearing uniforms. They were probably the clothes of the outer gate of Huashan. He had seen several inner gates.

Everyone knows the same person, and they all wear different clothes.

Feng Qingzhang belongs to the Qing generation, and the clothes he wore at that time were mainly light ink with white embellishments.

Ning Bumu, Yao Buliang and Lou Bulan, as well as those who led the way, including other Huashan disciples seen on the road, all wore clothes that were mainly moon white and then embellished with light ink, which was exactly the opposite of those of the Qing generation.

Those who were uniformly dressed in front of me were all wearing navy blue, which was probably the attire of the outer disciples.

The remaining people who were in a mess and dressed casually were probably the "freshmen" who, like me, had just entered the school and had not yet been issued a "school uniform".

When I came to a large hall, I lined up and went in one by one, but no one came out.

It was Huang Lin's turn. When he entered, he saw several inner disciples inside. He even knew one of them, so he couldn't help but say:

"Shaoxia Ning?"

Ning Bumu was talking to someone next to him and his classmates. Hearing the words, he turned around and looked over. He thought for a moment and remembered.

"It's you, little Qilin from Changfeng Escort Bureau. Since you have entered the mountain, please call me Senior Brother!"

Ning Bumu wanted to call him by his full name, but he didn't remember his last name for a moment. He only remembered that his uncle asked him "Qilin's Lin" and praised the child, so he called him "Little Qilin".

"Huang Lin thanked Senior Brother Ning."

Just at the mountain gate, Lou Bulan didn't call him junior brother. It can be seen that Wang Jiufeng was right. The outer disciples can only be regarded as reserve troops. Now that Ning Bumu recognizes him as his junior brother, he must hurry up.

Ning Bumu nodded, turned to the person next to him and said:

"Junior Brother Zhao, let me take care of this kid. I had a relationship with Uncle Feng before going down the mountain."

Junior Brother Zhao nodded when he heard this and walked aside.

"Junior Brother Huang, you must not know what this is doing, right?"

"Senior Brother Ning, please tell me. Junior brother is indeed very curious."

Huang Lin raised his hand and asked.

"This is to find out the writing skills of the new disciples so that we can arrange unified teaching later. Can Junior Brother Huang be literate?"

"So that Senior Brother Ning will know that Junior Brother has only studied "Hundred Family Surnames", "Thousand-Character Classic", "Three Character Classic" and "The Analects of Confucius", and now he has stopped his studies in order to go to Huashan."

The few inner disciples next to him didn't think anything of it. The information showed that he was eleven years old, and it was not surprising that he had learned "The Analects of Confucius".

Later, Ning Bumu took a test and found that he was literate, could write and memorize, so after filling in the information, he asked him to leave through the back door on the left, where someone would arrange it.

After bidding farewell to Ning Bumu, Huang Lin learned from the guidance of a senior fellow from the inner sect outside the back door that if he could not read well, he would go to the other side and study literature first.

We walked along the stone road to a martial arts training ground. We received the dormitory number and "uniform" from a senior fellow from the inner sect. After identifying the general direction of the dormitory, practice room, martial arts field, canteen and other places, we went straight to the dormitory.

The men's dormitory in the outer gate of Huashan, yes, the dormitory is divided into men's and women's. Huang Lin saw a large area of ​​slightly old low buildings in front of him. Huang Lin looked along and found that there were at least two to three thousand people in the outer gate including those left over the years.

I don’t know how many people there are on the mountain. Food, drink, clothing, and housing for so many people must cost a lot of money.

But this was not something he considered. After finding his dormitory, he pushed the door open and entered.

It is a small room. The first thing you see is two beds, placed against the corner. Each bed has a cabinet to store personal belongings. Near the door is a desk placed in the corner. The space seems a bit cramped.

At this time, there was a little fat man sitting at the table in the room, gnawing on something unknown. When he heard the door open, he turned his head and looked over. There was a bone in his mouth, which looked like wings.

Huang Lin ignored him, nodded and walked to the other side, throwing the bundle on the bed.

The little fat man stopped nibbling his wings, wiped his hands and said as he walked:

"Brother, my name is Qian Duoduo. I am 10 years old and was born in January."

Huang Lin was stunned for a moment, with an inexplicable sense of sight.

"Hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron?"

"???Brother, what are you talking about?"

The little fat man had a question mark on his face, maybe there was something wrong with his roommate's head.

"It's nothing, I was thinking about something just now. I am 11 years old this year and was born in Dongyue. Let's call him Senior Brother."

Huang Lin's disappointed eyes flashed away, he leaned against the cabinet and looked at the little fat man with a wicked smile.

If you have a lot of money, I'm afraid you will be called "Not a lot of money" in the future. Thinking of this, we can no longer call Huang Bulin? Not working? Brin?

"Oh, hello, senior brother."

Qian Duoduo had a pained expression on his face, and now he felt that the chicken wings he had eaten were no longer fragrant.

Huang Lin ignored him, packed up his change of clothes, and went out to familiarize himself with the environment.

After walking around for a while, I probably got some new news. I looked at the sky and felt that it was almost lunch time. I thought that I just recognized a junior brother today, so I walked to the dormitory, so I turned around.

Outer disciples like Huang Lin, who have a foundation in literacy, will be taught by their uncles from the Qing generation after they are recruited.

But I won’t teach you Huashan Sword Technique, mind skills or anything like that. I usually teach you the basic movements of sword technique first, such as stabbing, chopping, teasing, smearing, etc., and then give some simple lessons on meridians. After you learn these

It's almost done, you can apply to the instructor for the next step.

The next step is to learn Huashan Swordsmanship and Heart Dharma.

Huang Lin still had some misunderstandings. He just didn't want to learn martial arts yet. He didn't expect to be able to practice basic moves. At this point, he could only do it step by step.

When the little fat man saw Huang Lin coming to call him to eat, he lost all his reluctance at the end and started calling each other smoothly.

Today was also the first time in his two lives that Huang Lin called someone his senior brother. It was particularly refreshing. When he was with Ning Bumu before, he didn't dare to be presumptuous and was a little restrained. Now he felt relaxed and saw that the little fat man had a familiar temperament again.

"Let's go, senior brother will treat you to dinner today." He looked very much like when he first entered college.

"Thank you, senior brother. I'll invite you tomorrow." Although the little fat man is young, he is also a very particular person. He probably learned it from the adults in his family.

The meal cost less than a hundred cents, which made Huang Lin sigh that it was cheap, but the copper coins in his arms were really heavy!

When he left Xi'an, my elder brother stuffed him with ten gold leaves and some broken silver. When his second uncle sent him out of Huayin, he also stuffed him with gold leaves and broken silver. He had no copper coins at all.

Thinking of how he had just bought a hundred-penny bill with about two taels of silver, the outer disciple on duty didn't say anything and found some broken silver and two strings of copper coins for him, but he felt so embarrassed.

I didn't go out much in Xi'an before. Occasionally, if I wanted to buy something, just say hello to Uncle Fu.

In the next few days, Huang Lin became more familiar with the outer sect environment, and occasionally went to take lessons from his "senior brother from the previous year", but he really didn't understand.

Finally, the recruitment of disciples was over. All the new entrants that day were called to the largest training ground in the canyon. It was completely dark. Huang Lin took a quick look and saw that there were about two thousand people. After they stood up, they came from a distance.

A person flew over, stepping on the flagpole along the way, and flew all the way to the high platform in front of the training ground. He spun upwards, and then landed lightly on the high platform. He was an old man in light black clothes with a stern face.

"Wow"

The boys and girls on the training ground were in an uproar. Even Huang Lin's eyes were shining, and the little fat guy next to him was drooling. They all came to Huashan to learn martial arts, and most of them had dreams of flying in their hearts. Now,

When I saw it with my own eyes, I was so excited that I shouted.

"Quiet"

The sound is not loud, but it seems to be echoing in the ears.

"I am Huashan Elder Yuan Qingming."

After seeing the silence below, Yuan Qingming continued:

"Perhaps you think that after entering this sect, you are a disciple of Huashan? You can call the people in the sect brother? This is a delusion!"

There was a commotion below, and the boys and girls standing below were whispering to each other.

"Quiet!"

"We in Huashan do not raise idle people. The capable will rise and the mediocre will be demoted. You can only be regarded as my Huashan disciples now. In the future, there will be people who will teach you how to read and the basics of martial arts. Can you become my true disciples of Huashan?"

, becoming a hero respected by the world depends on your own efforts."

"That's all I have to say, please listen carefully to the specific details later!"

After Yuan Qingming finished speaking, he flew away with a "swish". Several people in light dark clothes in the audience looked at each other, and finally pushed a slightly younger person up to arrange the following matters.

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It’s similar to the school leaders’ speeches before, they all take turns.

Finally, when the last one finished speaking, the people below dispersed.

Huang Lin walked towards the dormitory thoughtfully, and the little fat man followed behind and looked around.

In Huang Lin's view, the Huashan Outer School is the same as the universities of later generations. The only difference is in age and subjects. There are martial arts classes in the morning and homework in the afternoon. The cafeteria arranges breakfast, lunch and dinner. You can also have late night snacks if you want to pay.

That's fine, and they're divided into classes. If you can't keep up with the schedule, you can change classes on your own without having to apply. It's very free.

At present, their courses are basic swordsmanship and meridians. After completing the course, you can apply for assessment and then you can learn Huashan swordsmanship and mind skills, which is equivalent to graduation.

This is very familiar to him, and he looks like an eleven-year-old kid. He is not conspicuous among many children and can grow in an insignificant way.

Tomorrow he will be able to practice basic sword postures. He is full of yearning for it, but he is not complacent. For those children who have already practiced basic sword postures, he is just a newcomer. Everything depends on what happens next.
To be continued...