As usual, Ma Long continued to practice Jiejiao's Hunyuan True Technique, but this time he was in the Yin Sect. Although there were various spiritual flowers and plants outside the house to assist in the practice, the effect in one night was still average, perhaps because of his
The body itself is in a bottleneck period. Without external assistance, it may be difficult to make further progress.
At the same time, this was also the first night after Ma Long came to Yin Sect. The night was long and quiet. And ironically, Ma Long practiced the Jie Jiao method all night long in the Yin Sect under the human teaching.
If his inner thoughts were known to other members of the sect, then the already unpopular Ma Long's situation within the sect might become even worse.
Early the next morning, after getting up early, Ma Long went to the yard outside the house, breathed in the aura of flowers and plants around him, and did a set of Tai Chi. Then he saw that the time was almost up, so he went out to the Wuxiu Hall.
Following the directions on the map, it took Ma Long a quarter of an hour to walk to Wuxiu Hall. Although he met some fellow disciples along the way, without exception, no one took the initiative to say hello to Ma Long.
When he saw the plaque with the words "Martial Arts Hall", Ma Long was already standing outside a large courtyard. Compared with the Elder's Pavilion he saw yesterday, this martial arts hall, whether it occupies an area or has a plaque outside the courtyard, is smaller.
It was a bit smaller, but even so, after Ma Long stepped into the courtyard, he felt that the entire Wuxiu Hall was about the same size as the university where he once worked in Nanhai.
Because the entire Yin Sect is located on a small island, the land planning is very generous. Everyone in the sect lives in a separate courtyard, which shows that the sect covers a large area.
The courtyard of Wuxiu Hall is very spacious, about the size of a two-hundred-meter running track. Directly opposite the gate is a row of stone houses, with open woodland on both sides, and in the middle is a courtyard for the disciples to practice and perform.
The courtyard was already filled with disciples from the inner sect, about a hundred of them. These were all outstanding disciples from the outer sect who were promoted to the inner sect, starting from the most basic ones. Ma Long felt that among them, the lowest
His cultivation level is also at the first level of Nascent Soul stage, which is three levels higher than his own.
When Ma Long appeared in front of everyone, the whole courtyard became quiet, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Ma Long. Those eyes were both indifferent and disdainful, and most of them were hostile. Ma Long felt like he was following Ma Long.
The surrounding environment seemed out of place. Standing in the courtyard was like an extra blade of grass suddenly appearing among the flowers, receiving all kinds of cold looks and ridicule.
But from Ma Long's perspective, he still has to live in harmony with everyone first. After all, even he himself doesn't know how long it will take to leave here. If the entire island is his enemy, then he doesn't have to think about leaving here alive.
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Unnaturally, Ma Long showed a friendly smile to the people around him. But he didn't think so, and no one responded to his smile.
However, it was enough for Ma Long to do this. As the saying goes, don't hit someone with a smiling face. The smile he showed to everyone also made everyone less hostile to him.
Then, the people around him seemed to treat Ma Long as air, and they went back to their previous situations. Ma Long stood alone in a corner and didn't think anything.
Just like yesterday, Yin Ningxuan warned herself kindly, no matter whether the people around her were hostile to her or ostracized her, she came to the sect to study and practice anyway. As long as she could achieve something, even if she was a friend here
None, so what?
Ma Long thought optimistically, when he has enough strength to look down on everyone, will these people still dare to treat him like this? You still need to be tough when you are forging iron!
After a while, a man about forty years old came out of the stone main room. He shouted to the disciples standing in the courtyard, "It's morning class!", and then everyone waiting in the courtyard left one after another.
Entered the house.
Ma Long walked at the end of the team and was the last one to enter the room. As soon as he stepped into the threshold, he saw a large classroom about several hundred square meters wide. The view and spaciousness were better than from the outside. There were every two rooms around.
There was a stone table and stone benches placed in Mi, and the disciples sat on the stone benches one after another, preparing to start the day's morning classes.
After everyone was done, Ma Long found an unoccupied place in a corner of the room and sat down too.
The middle-aged man also had his eye on Ma Long. He looked at him blankly for a while without showing any obvious expression on his face. Then he climbed up the stairs and began to explain the authentic mental methods of the Yin Sect.
In the sect, junior students start from the mental method. After practicing the mental method to a certain level, they will become intermediate students, and then they will be able to practice more advanced magical powers. After passing the examination, they will become advanced students.
, will practice the martial arts that each sect is good at. For example, the Fu Sect's ever-changing rune skills, while the Yin Sect is proud of its control of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
Ma Long sat below, as if listening to heavenly scriptures, not understanding a word.
Because what this middle-aged man was explaining was about the Yin Sect, or the authentic mental method of the Human Sect, but the only thing Ma Long knew now was the mental method of the Jie Jiao. The Tao is different and they do not conspire with each other. There is a huge gap between the two.
It was so big that Ma Long was secretly speechless.
The morning passed quickly, and Ma Long sat and listened to the Holy Book for three hours before disbanding.
The people walked to a room on the other side one after another. Ma Long stood at the door and was wondering why these people didn't leave, and thought about following them quietly.
At this time, the middle-aged man walked out of the stone house in the middle and called Ma Long.
"Uncle Yinlong, please come with me."
"Huh?!" Ma Long was stunned. He looked at the middle-aged man nodding towards him and realized that the title "Uncle Yinlong" was addressed to him.
Yinlong is easy to understand, because everyone who joins the Yin sect must change their surname to "Yin". The master has told Ma Long before, and Ma Long is not opposed to this name. He hesitated because Ma Long entered the sect midway, so he could
Keep your original surname, but your clan's genealogy must be signed "Yinlong".
But the suffix of his name was added with the term "Master-Uncle"? Ma Long thought to himself, did I hear it correctly? This man is twenty years older than me, and he actually called me "Master-Uncle"?
But the middle-aged man didn't look like he was joking. Ma Long didn't think much and followed him into a stone house on the other side.
Compared to the classroom, this room is much smaller and looks like a conference room. It is filled with tall wooden chairs and tables.
The middle-aged man politely asked Ma Long to take his seat, and then sat on the other side of Ma Long. There was a small wooden table between them.
"Uncle Master..." The middle-aged man shouted again.
Ma Long was stunned again. He was really not used to this title. He quickly asked: "Um - teacher, what do you call me? How did I become a master uncle?"
The middle-aged man gave a bitter smile: "Uncle, I just came here and I don't know something. My master and you are both disciples of the Supreme Master. Speaking of which, you and my master are the same generation. Of course I will call you master."
Uncle. To be honest, in the entire sect, except for a few elders and the headmaster, you are the most senior..."
