Volume 4: Sword Traces Away Chapter 4: Living (Part 2)

Xiyuan Mountain is only more than 100 miles away from Xiping Prefecture. Xiyuan Xiaozhu and his group set off in the morning and arrived in less than noon.

Zhuang Yi in the team looked at it and found that the altitude of Xiyuan Mountain was about two or three thousand meters. It is said that it is the highest mountain within a radius of thousands of kilometers.

The environment of Pingzhou is very different from that of Shanzhou. Here, most areas are plains with few mountains, and even fewer of them above two or three thousand meters above sea level.

"Do you know how Xiyuan Mountain got its name?" Xiyuan Mountain was already looking at it. Li Xuebin asked Zhuang Yi quietly, and the two of them fell behind the team for easy chat.

Zhuang Yi shook his head, "I don't know."

"The name of Xiyuan Mountain is related to a garden at the foot of its mountain." Li Xuebin said this and paused.

Zhuang Yi was amused and showed a puzzled look on his face, "Yuanzi, is that garden called Xiyuan?"

"That's right." Li Xuebin said endlessly, "Three thousand years ago, the Pingzhou Prefecture was not called Pingzhou Prefecture, but Zhongzhou Country. Pingzhou Prefecture was the capital of Zhongzhou Country at that time. The royal family of Zhongzhou Prefecture built a garden, East Garden and West Garden on the outskirts of the capital. It was exclusively for the royal summer and summer vacation. Later, the mountain where the Xiyuan was located was called Xiyuan Mountain..."

As Li Xuebin spoke, he walked through a canyon. Suddenly, the scenery ahead changed, and a towering huge gatehouse appeared in front of him. The gatehouse was a hundred meters high, supported by two thick and incoherent stone pillars, spanning the hillsides on both sides of the canyon.

The gatehouse has existed for many years, and the mottled moss on it tells the vicissitudes of time.

In the center, the three big characters "Xiyuanshan" can still be vaguely distinguished.

More than a hundred young men and women stopped involuntarily and looked up at the wonder built by manpower. For a moment, they felt their hearts surging and their hearts were shaking.

Even Zhuang Yi was quite shocked. In his previous life, although he had seen hundreds of stories of skyscrapers, in this world with low productivity, it was beyond his expectations that he could see such a magnificent building.

The leader of the old man surnamed Yu glanced at the shocked young people, and he was already used to it. Every time he brought new disciples here, such a scene would happen.

"Let's go." Deacon He looked at the old man surnamed Yu, and saw that he had nothing to say, he shouted loudly.

Only then did everyone wake up as if they were dreaming and continue moving forward.

After passing through the gatehouse, the group went up the stone steps and took a short rest at the mountainside. After lunch, they continued to go up to the top of the mountain.

When you approach the top of the mountain, you can see a large complex of buildings built along the mountain. It appears and disappears among the misty clouds and mists.

Stepping onto the last stone steps, you will see an extremely open open space, covered with flat stone slabs. A stone tablet more than five meters high stands in front, with three big characters "Xiyuan School".

After seeing the gatehouse at the foot of the mountain, all the happy young people seemed a little restrained. Even Li Xuebin, who was talking all the way, had no interest in speaking after climbing the stone steps.

At this time, a group of people came up, all of whom were young people in their twenties.

Zhuang Yi noticed that three of these people were wearing blue clothes, while the remaining dozen were all wearing white clothes.

"Elder Yu, Deacon He." More than a dozen people bent down to salute the old man surnamed Yu and Deacon He.

"Well, they are new brothers. You will take them to Baihu Courtyard and Lanxing Courtyard and hand them over to your vice president." Deacon He ordered.

They responded respectfully.

"All new junior brothers, please come with us." The three young men in blue walked to Zhuang Yi and said.

Seventeen people bid farewell to the old man surnamed Yu and followed three men in blue.

Before leaving, Zhuang Yi saw that the young man who was following them was taken away by more than a dozen men in white, and they were walking on another road.

Through this open open space, the group walked eastward. Along the way, there were more and more people, and most of them were wearing blue clothes, both men and women, all in their twenties.

Finally, three men in blue took them into a yard, which was supposed to be the so-called Blue Star Courtyard. After meeting the vice president, the seventeen people were divided into two groups of men and women, and were arranged to different residences.

The eleven men who came together lived together, each with a small room. Someone sent down the daily items.

That night, an old man in a green robe came to meet them, "I am your art teacher. I will teach you before you become a middle-class martial artist."

Seeing that the new eleven people were all listening with their heads down, looking obedient. The old man surnamed An was quite satisfied. It seemed that these students were very obedient, and their tone couldn't help but slow down, and they were not that strict. "Before teaching you any martial arts and martial arts, you must first recite the rules of the sect. This sect is strict, and anyone who violates the rules of the sect will be severely punished. Have you heard it?"

"I heard it, Teacher An." Eleven people lined up and said in unison.

"Very good." The old man surnamed An, "The sect ceremony will be held tomorrow. You can go and rest first." After that, he left.

Zhuang Yi returned to the room and picked up the small notebook that he had posted to record the door rules. He read them one by one. There were not many door rules, a total of seventy-two. After reading them, he went to bed.

The next day, it was an extremely grand sect entry ceremony. At the ceremony, Zhuang Yi finally realized the strength of the Xiyuan School.

At the venue, there were at least one or two thousand people wearing white clothes, seven or eight hundred people wearing blue clothes, about five hundred people wearing yellow clothes, and nearly two hundred people wearing red clothes. There were the least ones in purple clothes, about forty or fifty people.

In addition to these people, there are also older ones, two or three hundred in blue, more than twenty in black, and more than a dozen old men, wearing all kinds of clothes, which are not uniform.

Zhuang Yi already knew that wearing blue clothes is the symbol of martial artists, and they are the elites in the sect. Black clothes are deacons. Those who are not limited to wearing are all elders in the sect.

The head of the Xiyuan School is a man in his fifties, with a national face and a lying eyebrow. He is imposing without anger on his face. Sitting there high, he has a captivating power.

After the ceremony, Zhuang Yi and 17 others officially became disciples of the blue clothes of the Xiyuan Sect, and 113 people who came with them became disciples of the white clothes.

After the sect ceremony, the days returned to peace.

In a blink of an eye, half a month has passed. The days of practice are calm and fulfilling, and there is no good deeds.

It took two days before everyone could memorize the rules thoroughly before they started formally studying.

They soon discovered that their Teacher An was an extremely strict person. Take memorizing the rules of the door. If you memorize a word wrongly, start over; if you pause for more than two breaths, start over; if you don’t speak clearly enough, start over... The requirements are very strict.

This is especially true in teaching.

However, half a month later, everyone did not make trouble or curse in private.

Teacher An is indeed a very outstanding teacher. More importantly, he did not reserve any questions when imparting martial arts knowledge.

Except for Zhuang Yi, the other ten people used to comprehend their own skills and had never given any guidance. Naturally, they knew how important it was to a teacher who could answer their questions.

Gradually, I felt respect for Teacher An in my heart.

In the morning, before dawn, Zhuang Yi had already gotten up, after washing up, he pushed the door out and opened the yard. Sure enough, a figure was moving and leaping in the yard.

Zhuang Yi didn't say hello, walked straight to the northeast corner of the yard, and practiced long fist.

This person who gets up earlier than him every day is named Yu Yaozong, and is the most taciturn among the eleven people. If he hadn't heard him speak, Zhuang Yi would have thought he was a mute.

After practicing a set of long fist, it was dawn and the rest of the people also got up one after another.

After breakfast, it was about 8 o'clock in the morning, Teacher An would arrive on time and spend half an hour examing the knowledge they learned yesterday before starting the formal teaching.

What Teacher An explained was basic martial arts knowledge, which was exactly what the people present were missing. These basic knowledge would not be recorded on the secrets of martial arts.

After the two-hour formal teaching time is over, it is half an hour to ask questions. Anyone who has any questions can ask at this time.

Once three hours arrive, Teacher An will leave. The next time will be arranged by them.

In addition to Teacher An, they also have a "teacher". They are Teacher An's assistant, responsible for answering all questions about practice and life for them.

He is also a disciple in blue, but he is older and over thirty years old. Zhuang Yi and the others call him "Senior Brother".

Zhuang Yi was very interested in this educational model of the Xiyuan School. He learned from the eldest brother that except for the disciples in purple, the other disciples were all such a teacher and a "big brother". The difference is the number of people.

Generally, there are thirty disciples in white, twenty disciples in blue, and ten disciples in yellow. When it comes to the red, one teacher only brings five disciples.

Zhuang Yi and the others had just gone up the mountain and were temporarily taught by Teacher An. After a month or two, they would be placed in each team according to their progress.

"Yi Zhuang, follow me." On this day, after the lecture, Teacher An suddenly called Zhuang Yi's pseudonym.

Zhuang Yi was stunned for a moment before responding and followed him nervously, not knowing why he suddenly called himself to go.

Walking out of the yard, I came to a place where no one was standing, "Yizhuang, you have a good foundation. You don't have to study with them tomorrow. Someone will arrange you to another team."

Zhuang Yi nodded and said yes.

Seeing his behavior like this, Teacher An couldn't help but shake his head and continued to ask, "Who is your former master?"

"I have never been to the master." Zhuang Yi shook his head and said.

A cold light flashed in Teacher An's eyes, "Who taught you how to practice martial arts?" A trace of captivating momentum emanated from him.

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