Guashan, with mountains, towering cypresses, towering sky, strange rocks and strange waters hidden in the mountains, is a place with excellent scenery and also the location of the martial arts sects and Guashan sects in the Great Zhao Dynasty.

The Guashan School was founded four hundred years ago and has experienced many turmoils, but it still stands tall. There are countless people with advanced martial arts in the sect. It is said that the Guashan School alone has three thousand disciples, and the Great Zhao Dynasty has a wide area and many people. Every year, in addition to the disciples of the Guashan School who were admitted to the martial arts test, many people come to learn from their masters.

Of course, Guashan Sect has an inner sect, but this inner sect is mysterious, which is not familiar to many outer disciples, and they don’t know where they are. They only know that the inner disciples have a high status and each of them has unfathomable cultivation.

At this moment, at the most mysterious inner door, the Qingsong Ancient Road, the deep pavilion, and in the pavilion was a girl sitting upright. The woman was wearing a green dress, wearing a jade bracelet, and her hair was tied with a simple cloth head. A few strands of black hair were hanging on her forehead, and she closed her eyes and thought deeply. In the air two or three feet in front of her, a long sword with a flashing light was floating.

The long sword had no support and floated in the air very strangely, as if an invisible hand was holding it up.

The girl's cheeks were as jade as jade. After a long time, she would let out a long breath, or inhale a stream of air, and it would be a stick of incense.

From the time the girl sat here, she only vomited a hundred times.

At this moment, an old man wearing a short linen shirt and holding his hands and feet, revealing his arms and legs, was slowly walking away. The old man was tied up neatly and tied it into a round bone with a green linen cloth. If he carried a hoe, he would look like an old farmer working in the fields.

However, the old man had a straight waist, a rosy complexion, and a bit strange incense mixed with the roughness of a literary ink, but it was a bit weird.

The old man saw the girl in the pavilion and shook his head and said, "Don't wait, he won't come back!"

The girl's eyelashes moved slightly, but slowly opened.

"Father, do you say you won't wait, is it because he doesn't want to come back, or is he dead?" The girl's voice was plain and she couldn't hear her mood.

"Is there any difference?" the old man asked.

"If he doesn't want to come back, it's fine. If he dies, then someone with a very high level of cultivation will attack him. I will naturally avenge him!" The girl said it for granted.

The old man shook his head and said, "If someone can kill him, how can you deal with this murderer? Then I can only go down the mountain to take revenge in person. Unfortunately, it is not like that. The boy taught me the magic method he had learned. I did not fully understand it thoroughly, but it is still okay to make some basic calculations. I calculated some days ago that he was indeed dead, but he died from the backlash of heaven and earth. He really couldn't blame anyone, so you and I don't have to go down the mountain!"

Hearing this, the girl's body trembled slightly, but she was silent for a long time and did not speak.

Yes, if there is an enemy, just kill it, but what if the enemy is the world?

Do you want to kill the heavens and destroy the earth?

After a while, the girl slowly asked, "Father, would you calculate it wrong?"

"No!" the old man replied seriously, with a hint of decline and sadness in his tone. It was obvious that the person who died in his mouth was in a very strong position in his heart.

With a swish, the long sword floating in front of the girl instantly dissipated invisible, turning into a stream of true energy, and finally poured into the jade bracelet on the girl's wrist.

That sword was actually condensed by the warrior's true energy.

"Go back, the true method of Condensing Swords requires calmness. You are already confused. Don't practice the exercises soon!" Although the old man was sad, a hint of love also showed in his tone.

The girl nodded, lowered her head and got up from the pavilion, and followed the old man away. But she walked all the way, and tears drifted all the way, but there was no sound of sob.

People have passed away, tears have cooled down, flowers are still blooming in the coming year, but people have lost their sorrow.

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The inner sect of the Guashan Sect is mysterious, and what everyone knows is its outer sect. Every year, disciples absorbed from martial arts examinations in various places will generally become external disciples of the Guashan Sect. If you are lucky, you can even become a deacon or an elder's personal disciple.

Those who come to join the army from all over the country have no good luck. There is a church in the outer sect called the Servant Hall. All those who join the army must first be Servant disciples in the Servant Hall for two months before they have the opportunity to become external disciples through the "sect test".

Of course, errand disciples also have the opportunity to learn martial arts, but they have to exchange them with the contribution of the sect. The source of the contribution of the sect is to obtain it by doing various miscellaneous work.

For example, cleaning up the mountain climbing stone steps, such as drawing water in the streams of the back mountain, and helping outer disciples, deacons and even elders to buy items in nearby towns, can all gain contributions to the sect.

At this moment, Xing Tian and more than 60 other people stood in a large bluestone courtyard, waiting for the deacon in charge of the Servant Hall.

The more than 60 people present were selected from more than 300 recruits yesterday, including those with successful boxing skills in the eighth level or even the ninth level of body tempering. However, because most of these people are over fifteen years old and past the age to participate in the martial arts examination, they can only join the Guashan School in this way.

Some people are over twenty or even thirty years old. Even if such disciples are body-tempering warriors, their achievements will not be very high in the future. The best result is to become a deacon in the outer sect after working hard for a few years.

Xing Tian was not conspicuous among the more than 60 people. Most of the people here didn't know each other, so he didn't talk, just waited quietly.

In the scorching sun, these people waited for an hour before they saw a deacon wearing a long gown, thirty years old, with his hands behind his back, walking in from the outside.

Everyone saw this deacon yesterday, named Jia Gui, who was in charge of the escort hall.

"I've met Deacon Jia!"

When everyone in the courtyard saw Jia Gui coming, they hurriedly saluted, respectful and beautiful.

Jia Gui walked in with his hands on his back, not talking at first, but looked around for a week before he slowly said: "I am a servant hall and pass the test every two months and become a formal disciple of the outer sect. Similarly, every two months, there will be a group of new people coming, just like you, I have agreed in advance that I have done everything I have assigned. I don't care about other things, nor do I have the heart to take care of..."

"Then when will we practice qigong?" At this time, a serious disciple in the crowd asked.

Jia Gui frowned, as if he didn't like being interrupted when he was talking, but he smiled and looked at the mail disciple and said, "I said, I don't care about everything except the work I assigned. You can practice rituals whenever you like. Remember, you are not disciples selected through the martial arts test. If you want to become a formal disciple, you must work in this mail hall for two months. After two months, you can become a formal disciple. If you pass, you can choose to leave, or continue to work in this mail hall until you pass..."

"In addition, if you want to learn martial arts, you can copy martial arts from the outer sect's martial arts hall. You only need to make contributions from the sect. I know that many of you are the ones who are in charge of art. If you contribute the martial arts you have learned to the sect, you can also make a certain contribution. Well, after saying so much, my voice was hoarse. After a while, I called the name to the disciple and went to work. Let's go and work. If you don't complete the task I assigned, I will warn you the first time and expel the sect's hall the second time. You will never think of becoming a disciple of the Guashan Sect in this life!"

Everyone felt cold when they heard this, and at this moment, Jia Gui brought someone to bring a big pocket full of wooden signs with names written on them.

"Xue Renjie, you go to the woodshed today and cut 400 kilograms of wood..."

"Zhang Changgeng, you went to the kitchen today and fetched water in the stream in the back mountain, filling six large tanks of water..."

"Sun Ergou, you also go to the woodshed and cut 400 kilograms of wood..."

...

"Lin Yuefeng, huh, you go to the orchard and pick up 500 kilograms of manure to fertilize..." At this moment, Jia Gui saw a serious servant disciple coming up, but snorted coldly. The serious servant enemy was the one who interrupted when he was just talking. The latter was stunned when he heard what he was going to do, and then he said a little angrily: "Deacon Jia, why do I have more work than others, and... is that kind of dirty work?"

Jia Gui's expression changed and he said coldly: "Why? I am in charge of the Servant Hall. As Servant disciples, you have to listen to me. Isn't this enough? And if you ask you to do it, you can do it. If you don't want to do it, go down the mountain."

It was called Lin Yuefeng's face turned pale, but he thought that he was under the eaves, so he could only swallow his heart in one breath, turn around and leave with the wooden sign.

It was Xing Tian's turn, and Jia Gui arranged for the cleaning of the 965th stone steps in the middle of the road up the mountain. This job was not easy. Xing Tian walked out without saying a word with a wooden sign.

When he walked outside, Xing Tian secretly said that even in this small mail-off hall, there were still many disputes, but for him, the mail-off hall was just a springboard.

When he entered Guashan, this matter was told by his master Qu Chong before his death. Qu Chong also told him that he should start from this outer serious servant hall, improve step by step, and fight steadily. Xing Tian knew that his master was a strange man of a generation, and there must be a reason for what he said and what he told him, so Xing Tian did not refuse.

Sweeping the stone steps up the mountain is not a simple task. If you sweep all the 965 stone steps, you won’t think about it if you don’t have five or six hours. Fortunately, Xing Tian is no longer the boy who was born with innate shortcomings. At this moment, he is already a martial artist in the body tempering realm and has a relatively easy task to deal with.

But after sweeping the 965 stone steps, it was already sunset. Xing Tian hurried back to the servant hall with a big broom. After handing over the sign, he saw a deacon who was specifically responsible for recording the contributions of the servant disciples in the servants drawing a bar under his name.
Chapter completed!