Guashan Mountain has many mountains, towering ancient cypresses, strange rocks and strange water hidden in the mountain. It is a place with excellent scenery. It is also the location of the martial arts sect of the Great Zhao Dynasty, the Guashan Sect.
The Guashan Sect was founded four hundred years ago. It has experienced many turmoils, but it is still standing. There are countless people with advanced martial arts in the sect. It is said that the outer sect of the Guashan Sect alone has three thousand disciples, and the Zhao Dynasty covers a vast area.
There are many people. In addition to the disciples of the Guashan sect who take the martial arts test every year, there are also many people who come here to learn from their masters.
Of course, the Guashan Sect also has an inner sect, but this inner sect is mysterious, that is, many outer sect disciples are not familiar with it, let alone its location. They only know that the status of the inner sect disciples is lofty, and the cultivation of each one is unfathomable.
At this moment, in the most mysterious inner gate, the ancient green pine road, the pavilion and the deep stream, there is a young girl sitting in the pavilion. This woman is dressed in green clothes, wearing jade bracelets, and her hair is only covered with a simple cloth.
She was tied up, with a few strands of black hair hanging in front of her forehead, and she closed her eyes and thought deeply. Two or three feet in front of her, there was a long sword with a cold light floating in the air.
The long sword had no support and was floating in the air very strangely, as if it was being held up by an invisible hand.
The girl has jade-like cheeks. After a long time, she will exhale a very long breath, or inhale a breath. Every time she exhales and inhales, it takes a stick of incense.
From the moment this girl sat here, she had only breathed and vomited a hundred times.
At this moment, an old man wearing a linen shirt rolled up his arms and legs, slowly walking from a distance, exposing his arms and legs. The old man's hair was neatly tied up and tied into a round bone with a blue linen cloth. If he were to carry it again,
A hoe looks like an old farmer working in the fields.
It's just that this old man has a straight back, a ruddy complexion, and a hint of scholarly aura mixed with his ruggedness, which makes him a little weird.
When the old man saw the girl in the pavilion, he shook his head and said, "Don't wait, he won't come back!"
The girl's eyelashes moved slightly, but slowly opened.
"Father, when you said no, is it because he doesn't want to come back, or is he dead?" The girl's voice was calm, and her state of mind could not be heard.
"Is there any difference?" the old man asked.
"If he doesn't want to come back, that's fine. If he dies, then someone with a very high level of cultivation has attacked him. Naturally, I want to avenge him!" the girl said matter-of-factly.
The old man shook his head and said: "If someone can kill him, how can you deal with this murderer? At that time, I can only go down the mountain to avenge myself. Unfortunately, it is not like that. That boy taught me what he understood.
I haven't fully understood that magical method, but I can still make some basic calculations. I calculated some days ago that he is indeed dead, but he died from the backlash of heaven and earth. I really can't blame anyone, so you
You and I don’t have to go down the mountain anymore!”
Hearing this, the girl trembled slightly, but remained silent for a long time without speaking.
Yes, if there is an enemy, just kill him, but if the enemy is heaven and earth, what can he do?
Do you want to slaughter the heaven and the earth?
After another moment, the girl slowly asked: "Father, are you wrong in your calculation?"
"No!" the old man replied seriously, with a trace of despair and sadness in his tone. It was obvious that the person who died in his mouth held a very important position in his heart.
With a snap, the long sword floating in front of the girl disappeared instantly and turned into streams of true energy, which finally merged into the jade bracelet on the girl's wrist.
That sword was actually condensed with the warrior's true energy.
"Go back. The true method of sword condensation requires a calm mind. Your mind is already in a state of confusion. Please stop practicing recently!" Although the old man was sad, there was a hint of love in his tone.
The girl nodded, lowered her head and got up from the pavilion, and followed the old man away. However, as she walked, tears fell all the way, but there was no cry.
The person has passed away, the tears have cooled, the flowers will still bloom in the coming year, but the person is heartbroken.
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The inner sect of the Guashan sect is mysterious, and the outer sect is still well-known to everyone. Generally speaking, the disciples recruited from various martial arts examinations every year will become the outer sect disciples of the Guashan sect. If you are lucky, you can even become a certain deacon or a certain person.
The elder's personal disciple.
Those who came from all over the country to become disciples on their own did not have such good luck. There was a hall in the outer gate called the Miscellaneous Service Hall. All those who came to become disciples on their own had to serve as servant disciples in the Miscellaneous Hall for two months first, and then
Only then can you have the opportunity to pass the 'sect examination' and become an outer disciple.
Naturally, handyman disciples also have the opportunity to learn martial arts, but they have to exchange it with the sect's contribution, and the source of the sect's contribution is to obtain it by doing various chores.
For example, cleaning the climbing stone steps, fetching water from the stream in the back mountain, or helping outer disciples, deacons and even elders to buy items in nearby towns, these can all earn sect contributions.
At this moment, Xing Tian and more than sixty others were standing in a large bluestone courtyard, waiting for the deacon in charge of the miscellaneous hall.
The more than 60 people present were all selected from more than 300 casters yesterday. Among them, there are many people who have successfully tempered their boxing skills at the eighth level or even the ninth level. But this is because most of these people are old.
He was over fifteen years old and past the age to take the martial arts test, so he could only join the Guashan Sect in this way.
Some people are over 20 or even 30 years old. Even if such disciples are body tempering warriors, their future achievements will not be very high. After working hard for a few years, they can become a deacon of the outer sect, which is the best.
The result is.
Xing Tian stood inconspicuously among the more than sixty people. Most of the people here didn't know each other, so they didn't talk to each other and just waited quietly.
Under the scorching sun, these people waited for a full hour before they saw an outside deacon, who was about thirty years old and wearing a long coat, walking in with his hands behind his back.
Everyone met this deacon yesterday. His name is Jia Gui, and he is in charge of the miscellaneous hall.
“I’ve met Deacon Jia!”
When everyone in the courtyard saw Jia Gui coming, they hurriedly saluted and showed great respect.
Jia Gui put his hands behind his back and walked in with eight-character steps. He didn't speak at first, but looked around for a week and then said slowly: "Every two months in my handyman hall, someone will pass the test and become an official disciple of the outer sect. Likewise,
, every two months, a group of new people will come, just like you. It was agreed in advance that all the tasks assigned to me will be done efficiently by me. I don’t care about other things, and I don’t have the time to do it..."
"Then when will we practice?" At this time, a handyman disciple in the crowd asked.
Jia Gui frowned, as if he didn't like being interrupted when he was speaking, but he smiled, looked at the handyman disciple and said: "I said, except for the tasks I assigned, I don't care about anything else.
, you can practice whenever you like. Remember, you are not disciples selected through martial arts examinations. If you want to ascend to the top and become a formal disciple, you must work in this handyman hall for two months. After two months,
There will be a test. If you pass it, you can become a formal disciple. If you fail, you can choose to leave, or you can continue to work in this handyman hall until you pass..."
"In addition, if you want to learn martial arts, you can go to the Outer Gate Cangwu Pavilion to copy martial arts, but you must have a sect to contribute. I know that many of you are martial arts teachers. If you contribute the martial arts you have learned,
You can also make a certain contribution by giving to the sect. Well, after saying so much, my voice became hoarse. After a while, when my name was called, I came forward and received the badge of the handyman disciple, and then went to work. I said another thing,
If you fail to complete the tasks assigned by me, you will be warned for the first time and expelled from the Miscellaneous Hall for the second time. You will never be able to become a disciple of the Guashan Sect in this life!"
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts when they heard this. At this moment, Jia Gui asked someone to bring a big bag, which was full of wooden plaques with names written on them.
"Xue Renjie, you go to the woodshed today and chop 400 kilograms of wood..."
"Zhang Changgeng, you go to the kitchen today and fetch water from the creek in the back mountain. Fill six large tanks with water..."
"Sun Ergou, you also go to the woodshed and chop four hundred kilograms of wood..."
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"Lin Yuefeng, huh, go to the orchard and pick up five hundred kilograms of manure for fertilization..." At this moment, Jia Gui saw a handyman disciple coming up, but he snorted coldly. This handyman enemy was the one he was talking to just now.
The one who interrupted when he heard what he was going to do was first stunned for a while, and then he said angrily: "Deacon Jia, why do I have more work than others, and besides,...it's still that filthy
job?"
Jia Gui's complexion changed and he said coldly: "Why? I am in charge of the handyman hall, and you, as the servant disciples, have to listen to me. Isn't this enough? And you can do what you are told. There is so much nonsense.
If you don't want to do it, just roll down the mountain."
It was called a greenish white on Lin Yuefeng's face, but when he thought of the person under the eaves, he could only swallow his heart in one breath, turn around and leave with the wooden sign in hand.
When it was Xingtian's turn, Jia Gui arranged for him to clean the 965 stone steps in the middle of the road up the mountain. This job was not easy. Xingtian didn't say anything, took the wooden sign and walked out.
Walking outside, Xing Tian secretly thought that even in this small handyman hall, there were many disputes, but for him, the handyman hall was just a springboard.
The matter of worshiping in Guashan Mountain was something that Master Qu Chong told him before he died, and Qu Chong also told him that he should start from the outer sect's handyman hall and work his way up step by step, steadily. Xing Tian knew that Master was
A strange man of a generation, there must be reasons for what he said and what he explained, so Xing Tian did not refuse.
Cleaning the stone steps up the mountain is not a simple job. If you clean all the 965 stone steps, you can't even think about it for five or six hours. Fortunately, Xingtian is no longer the innately deficient boy he was before.
, at this moment, it is relatively easy for him to cope with this job as he is already a warrior in the Body Tempering Realm.
After sweeping the nine hundred and sixty-five stone steps, it was already sunset. Xing Tian carried the big broom and hurried back to the handyman hall. After handing in the sign, he saw that there was someone who was responsible for recording the contributions of the handyman disciples.