"Take it."
"New disciples will be appointed by the master to enter your quiet room."
After understanding the rules.
Jiang Xuan was taken to the area where Jingfang was located.
The quiet room is one of the eight rooms.
According to the general affairs deacon, since we only need to deliver meals to the elders who are cultivating the Qing Dynasty, there are not many disciples in the quiet room compared to other rooms. Counting Jiang Xuan, there are only about thirty people.
"Jiang Xuan, right?"
"I am the deacon in charge of the quiet house. My surname is Huang. You can just call me deacon Huang."
People have been brought.
As the deacon in charge of the meditation room, Deacon Huang took Jiang Xuan around the meditation room: "I don't ask you how you came to the meditation room, or which elder you have access to, as long as you know,
The quiet room is noble and noble, and ordinary people cannot enter. Those who can be disciples in the quiet room have more or less connections there, so please do not cause trouble here."
"Disciple understands."
Jiang Xuan heard the string song and knew its elegant meaning.
"It's good to know."
"Our meditation room is a good place. Every day's work is very leisurely. It is really a place where the best is good and there is no dispute."
"The most difficult thing is to patrol the house and the dining room. The people in the dining room have to go down the mountain to fetch water early in the morning, and the people who patrol the house have to patrol the mountain and guard the mountain gate."
"There is also a general affairs room."
"The disciples in the General Affairs Room have to do everything. They are called disciples, but in fact they are no different from servants. They have no time to practice at all. But here, every Jingfang disciple lives in a single room for two people. There is no need to be like other rooms.
Similarly, a Datong bunk that sleeps eight people is still one person above the rest."
Deacon Huang is in his forties.
Said to be a warrior, he is more like an elegant middle-aged Confucian scholar, with a sense of nobility and pride.
"Disciple understands."
Jiang Xuan said again.
"I like to be quiet. Just get to know these disciples in the quiet room gradually."
Deacon Huang glanced around for a week, and finally landed on a disciple: "Hu Fei, take the new junior brother and tell him the rules of our quiet room and the mountain gate."
"Yes, Deacon."
Hu Fei is about twenty.
As thin as a ponytail, he respectfully accepted orders from Butler Huang while winking at Jiang Xuan, who seemed to be an easy person to get along with.
"Disciple Jiang Xuan, I have met senior brother Hu Fei."
The master is a teacher.
Although Hu Fei looks younger than him, Jiang Xuan still respects him because Hu Fei is the leader assigned to him by the sect. If he doesn't get along well with him, life in the mountain will definitely be difficult.
"Don't be polite. I'm not even a senior. I'm the worst person in the whole quiet room. If I'm not good at writing or martial arts, I can't guarantee that I'll be kicked out one day."
Everyone dispersed.
Hu Fei relaxed and called Jiang Xuan to the room: "There are actually no rules in our quiet room. You don't have to call me senior brother in private. Just call me Hu Fei. We live in the same room. From now on,
The days are long."
Through conversation.
Hu Fei is indeed young, he just celebrated his 20th birthday last month.
And he is different from Jiang Xuan.
He is a serious disciple of the mountain sect. When he was a child, because his family was poor, he was sold to the Baishou Palace by his parents when he was seven or eight years old. He first worked as a Taoist boy for the real person, and then became a disciple of Jingfang.
In his words, he is an unlucky man.
The beginning is very high. I have been a Taoist boy for the real person since I was a child, serving tea and water for six or seven years. I am about to turn fourteen, my bones have been established, and I can practice martial arts.
Good guy.
When I looked in the morning, I found that the real person who had expressed his intention to accept his entrance wall yesterday had passed away last night.
Hu Fei is so sad.
During the funeral, I burst into tears and fainted several times.
Maybe God can't see it.
The sad and crying look left a deep impression on Master Du Guan, so instead of being swept away like garbage to the dining room to fetch water, he entered the quiet room and got a leisurely job.
"Don't look at my tender face, I have been in the mountains for more than ten years."
"You are the oldest disciple I have ever seen who has entered the mountain. You can still successfully worship the mountain in your twenties. How did you do it?"
Because it’s afternoon.
With nothing to do, Hu Fei lay on the bed holding a flute and chatting with Jiang Xuan.
"Because I am gentle, thrifty, and have a peaceful personality, so I can be of great use." Jiang Xuan told lies with his eyes open, without blushing at all.
"Gentle, courteous and thrifty!"
Hu Fei looked confused.
Jiang Xuan didn't explain much, because there was no way to explain this kind of thing. It couldn't be said that the Baishou Palace was no longer viable, and that he bought his status as a disciple with money.
If you say so.
Hu Fei must think he is a fool.
Because through simple contact, Jiang Xuan has learned that Hu Fei's strength is very ordinary. Although he is in the holy land of martial arts, his strength is very average. He only has the first martial arts mirror and the cultivation level of skin training. His biggest dream is to go down the mountain and become a rich man.
Weng.
Of course.
If this kind of strength were placed in Liusha City, on those ordinary people who can't even afford to wear shoes, a twenty-year-old skin training level would be called a third-rate master.
But this is not Liusha City, but Baishou Palace, a sacred place of martial arts.
Hu Fei is not a sandman who can't even put on his shoes and eats his last meal without finishing a meal. He is a disciple of the sect who has been influenced by the master since he was a child and has acquired the sect's wonderful method and has been practicing for several years. Therefore, this strength is basically
A little transparent.
"Senior Brother Hu, how do you practice every day?"
Let’s chat for a while.
Jiang Xuan couldn't wait to ask.
"Practice?"
As soon as he heard this, Hu Fei's face was full of sadness: "Just mess around."
"Dazing around?" Jiang Xuan had a bad feeling of déjà vu.
"I'm not very talented, and I'm not interested in things like fighting and killing." Hu Fei shook his head directly: "So in my opinion, the most important thing for people is to have fun in time, enjoy life, and practice this kind of thing, that's pretty much it.
, said martial arts is high, no matter how high it is, are they happy?"
A question mark on his face.
The Baishou Palace is so comfortable, how can the disciples lie so flat?
Still say.
The internal competition is actually quite big, but I have encountered some weird things.
"Actually, I regret joining Baishou Palace. I'm not throwing cold water on you, but practicing martial arts is very dangerous. Let's just say that last year, people gathered on Ping'an Road in Longhua Mansion to cause chaos. At the invitation of the government, the mountain gate went down to encircle and suppress hundreds of disciples.
."
"What happened? We were ambushed halfway. The leader, Senior Brother Huyan, was stabbed more than a dozen times, his intestines flowed all over the floor, and he died without even saying his last words."
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Hu Fei looked like he had come before: "Isn't Senior Brother Huyan strong enough? He is a first-rate master and a true disciple. The grass on his grave is now three feet high. Look at me again. Although I am not good at writing or martial arts, because of this, I am very good every day.
If you are happy, nothing can happen to me. This is called eternal peace."
Finished.
He also warned Jiang Xuan: "The martial arts in your mind is that it comes and goes, and leaves no trace behind for thousands of miles?"
He smiled and said: "Actually, real martial arts involves spreading lime, poisoning, shooting cold arrows, and burying animal traps in the grass... I can't practice martial arts. If you are willing, I can introduce a few junior sisters to you.
, when the time comes, let’s go down the mountain to enjoy the breeze, visit the park, and do some things on the road, so you don’t get to know me in vain.”
Good guy.
Jiang Xuan is completely confused.
He is here to practice martial arts, not to act recklessly and break his shoes with anyone.
You can eat, drink and have fun wherever you want, why bother coming to Baishou Palace all the way.
He finally figured it out.
My senior brother who leads the way is not reliable. I am afraid that he can only lead the way, but not the right way.
"Senior brother, I personally agree with your idea of ​​carpe diem, but I still want to give it a try." Jiang Xuan said tactfully: "In the sect, do you know someone with good character, some strength, and willingness to
Take some money and give some advice to your fellow disciples. If you have any, you can introduce them to me, so that I can give up."
"This..."
Although Hu Fei is a bit confused.
But after all, he had lived in the mountains for more than ten years. He had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running around. His eyes quickly brightened: "There really is..."
Hu Feimei was beaming: "I know a senior brother named Huangfuqi. He was born as an Orion at the foot of the mountain. He is an elite disciple in the martial arts room. He has a good reputation among his disciples. Moreover, he is relatively short of money and often works as a sparring partner for others."p>
Jiang Xuan became interested: "How is your strength?"
"The quasi-first-class realm, in the mountain sect, is worse than the deacons and true disciples." Hu Fei hesitated: "But he has a big appetite and the price is very high."
Jiang Xuan asked: "How high?"
Chapter completed!