Chapter 23 Inner Disciple

Luoyan Peak. Yanwei Valley Courtyard

Chen Qingping was sitting at the head of the hall, holding a book and looking through it, as if he was extremely focused.

He just glanced at the door from time to time, obviously his mind was not on the book.

Hearing footsteps approaching, he turned a page in the book in his hand.

"Master, the disciple is back."

When Huang Lin entered the room, he saw the old man turning the pages.

But, it seems to be turning back?

"Well, it's good to be back. I've only been away for nine days. Why don't you stay at home for a little longer?"

Chen Qingping didn't even raise his head, he looked at the book in his hand and spoke.

"Don't you miss Master? Besides, there are many voices in my mind urging me to go back to the mountain as soon as possible."

Huang Lin looked cute and then asked:

"Master, are those senior brother's wives and children outside?"

"Yes, your senior brother and his family live a little below. Okay, don't bother here. You are covered in dust and dirt. Go and wash up and eat."

The old man then raised his eyes and saw that Huang Lin was dirty and exhausted, so he waved his hand and drove him out with an impatient expression.

"Disciples will come as they go."

After Huang Lin went out, Chen Qingping threw the book in his hand on the case and his expression softened.

The Golden Crow finally fell, the last afterglow dissipated at the end, and the night took the opportunity to spread.

In the small courtyard of Yanwei Valley, the lights have already been lit.

There were eight or nine dishes on the dinner table, all cooked by Luan Qingrou and Pei Qiuchen.

Chen Qingping and Luan Qingrou were sitting at the top.

On the left are Fang Buwen and Huang Lin.

On the right are Pei Qiuchen and Xiao Fangcheng.

People in the martial arts world don't have so many rules.

While eating and drinking, we chatted about trivial matters.

Little Fang Cheng blinked his dark eyes and kept looking at Huang Lin curiously. He only took a few mouthfuls of rice after being beaten by Pei Qiuchen occasionally.

"Lin'er, how about changing your name when you go back this time?"

Chen Qingping took two bites of the food, picked up the wine cup and took a sip, then looked towards Huang Lin and asked.

"Master, my disciple has discussed it with his family. There is no need to change the name. If it's not Lin, it's not Lin. It doesn't matter."

Huang Lin quickly swallowed the food in his mouth.

The little Fang Cheng across from him chuckled, and then was beaten by Pei Qiuchen again.

After deciding on the name, Chen Qingping made arrangements for Huang Lin's training.

"Then after Bu Wen takes you to record the files tomorrow, then go to Yanwei Waterfall to practice martial arts with your master."

"Yes, Master."

It’s finally time to practice martial arts seriously!

Huang Lin's grilled rice is particularly tasty.

"Ting Buwen said, did you see any blood when you went back this time?"

Huang Lin was stretching out his chopsticks to pick up a chicken wing. Hearing this, he paused and picked up the chicken wing three or four times.

Putting the chicken wings back into the bowl, he looked up at the old man and replied:

"It's embarrassing for you. I will adapt to it as soon as possible."

"What's so shameful? When your senior brother saw blood for the first time, he was dumbfounded for three whole days."

Luan Qingrou frowned slightly and glared at the old man on her left with reproachful eyes.

Chen Qingping seemed to realize something.

Fang Buwen was drinking a small drink. When he saw that the conversation was about him, he opened his mouth slightly, glanced innocently at the master next to him, and then turned to his wife. He was about to deny it, but she glared back.

Just three days, you are right.

"Seeing as it's getting cold today, I'll take your measurements tomorrow and prepare some winter clothes."

Huang Lin understood the master's wife's intention to change the topic and glanced gratefully.

"Thank you, Master."

These days, he has been avoiding the bloody scene that day, but now that the master has aroused him, his taste is gone.

Looking at the chicken wings in the bowl, for some reason, those stumps and broken arms kept dangling in front of my eyes.

Luan Qingrou glared at the old man again, stretched out her hand and gave Huang Lin a piece of green vegetables.

"Junior brother, I heard that you stole the show in this outer sect competition. It would be great if my Chenger could be half as successful as you in the future."

Pei Qiuchen saw that the atmosphere was a little cold, so he talked about the competition the day before yesterday.

In just over ten days, the sword-holding ceremony had spread throughout the inner sect, and even he, the instigator, had become famous among the inner sect disciples.

"Senior Sister, you've received the award. The outer door is filled with children playing around. It's not worth mentioning. It's not worth mentioning."

Huang Lin spoke modestly, but he couldn't hold back the sparkle in his eyes.

Chen Qingping was about to reprimand when he was interrupted by Luan Qingrou beside him:

"Lin'er's several competitions were indeed good. But don't be complacent. In the future, you will learn martial arts with your master. You will have to learn a lot of things, such as complete internal skills and mental methods, Huashan swordsmanship, the use of internal energy, etc., everything

You have to work hard, but don't lose your master's face."

"Yes, Master, Master, I must study hard and compete for Master and Master's honor."

Chen Qingping was robbed of his words. After silently taking a sip of wine, he asked Xiang Buwen:

"In just over a month, the inner sect competition will begin. Are you going to watch from the audience again this year?"

"What's there to participate in? I'm a first-rate low-level player. Why should I go up there?"

Fang Buwen held the wine cup and shook his head and said.

Huang Lin was a little in disbelief after hearing this.

With a single wave of his hand, he can sweep two basketball-sized mud balls flying more than ten meters.

Hidden people can be found even from afar.

Talking in a convertible sixty or seventy yards away sounds just like indoors.

Is this called a low-level player?

Is Xiaoao's force value so high?

Isn't this the modified version of Xiaoao?

Huang Lin fell into deep doubts.

Unfortunately, it has been more than a year, and he has never seen a real fight, and he has no standard for measuring the strength of his senior brother.

I kept thinking about this in my mind, and didn't even pay attention to what my master and senior brother said later.

Unknowingly, I finished eating the vegetables in the bowl, picked up the chicken wings from the bottom, and brought back a few pieces of meat.

When Luan Qingrou and Pei Qiuchen found out, he had almost finished the large bowl of beef in front of him.

The two of them were a bit incredible.

Obviously, I didn't dare to eat because of Chen Qingping's words just now, and now I started eating meat one piece after another.

Are geniuses so unpreaching?

Can you even ignore physiological reactions?

Both of them couldn't help but recall their reactions when they saw blood for the first time.

When Huang Lin came to his senses, he was already lying on the bed. He didn't know how he came back.

The next day, his senior brother took him to a small hall next to the Jianzong meeting hall.

He was registered in the hands of an elder named Shan Qingyuan, and received a disciple identity card, officially becoming an inner disciple of the Huashan Sect.

He looked at the ordinary wooden sign in his hand. On the front was engraved "Huashan. Huang", and on the back was the word "Jianzong" and a set of numbers.

Unfortunately, the number is not 9527.

This thing looks simple, but it is really convenient.

One day he hangs it outside, and someone else comes to Huashan with this wooden sign. The simple information on it can be used inside the door to find out the identity of the owner of the wooden sign by comparing it with the archives to determine whether he is missing, trapped, or dead.
To be continued...