Chapter 9 Assessment is approaching
"Brother, brother..." Early in the morning, Ying Donglai broke into Lin Junxuan's room. It was probably because he ate the 5,000-year-old ginseng doll. Ying Donglai showed a bronze color, and his hair fell down in disarray, which smelled wild.
"What's wrong?" Lin Junxuan woke up from the formation comprehending, raised his head and asked.
"I live in the 'Dongfang Yu', and I heard from them today that in the afternoon, someone from the inner sect on the top of the mountain will come to Cangsongyuan to assess our three-year practice. During the assessment, there will be teachers and uncles from the mountain watching. When the assessment is over, they will take away their favorite disciples." Ying Donglai's face was flushed and he looked excited.
"Assessment?..." After hearing Ying Donglai mention it, Lin Junxuan remembered that it has been three years since he went up the mountain. According to the disciple of the inner sect when he entered Cangsongyuan, it is now the assessment time every three years.
"Brother, we have to work hard too. During the afternoon assessment, we must not be suppressed by that boy Dongfang Yu. This boy is so arrogant that he has not yet entered the inner sect. If he really enters the inner sect, he will be afraid that his eyes will turn over his head." Ying Donglai said.
Lin Junxuan heard the square and said with a smile: "Whether you can pass, it depends on the past three years of practice. It is useless to be anxious when the assessment is completed. It is better to calm down and use your own strength when the assessment is completed."
"No matter what, it's better to hug your feet temporarily than not to hug them. Brother, I'll go back to the room to practice first, you have to work hard," Ying Donglai said, and after that, he ran back and disappeared outside the door.
Lin Junxuan smiled and watched Ying Donglai disappear outside the door. He didn't care much about the afternoon assessment. When he just entered Cangsongyuan, Lin Junxuan was already ahead of other children, and for three years, his efforts were not inferior to other children. Because of practicing the "Star Qi Receiving Art", he now doesn't even need to sleep. As for qualifications, after practicing the "Star Qi Receiving Art", Lin Junxuan has reached the point where he can hear a needle within twenty feet, and his ability to remember it is becoming more and more outstanding. With such qualifications, Lin Junxuan may not have reached a level far beyond others, but at least it is not bad. During the assessment, it may be difficult to achieve the first place, but it should not be difficult to pass the assessment.
After standing up and running for a while, Lin Junxuan walked out of the room. There was still some time before breakfast, which was enough for Lin Junxuan to walk around the pine forest.
"Senior Brother Lin, it's early!" Walking out the door, a young disciple of Cangsongyuan who passed by stopped and bowed respectfully to Lin Junxuan. In the past three years of Cangsongyuan, Dongfang Yu was eager to use his family's wealth to form gangs and make friends. After a long time, he actually made him familiar with the young men who were older than him, and he was very happy. Lin Junxuan practiced the "Star Qi Receiving Art" at night, and comprehended the "Qimen Dunjia" during the day. The rest of the time was either chatting with Ying Donglai, or staying in the corner of Cangsongyuan, the small house of Master Songyu. Lin Junxuan was not interested in "Growing gangs and forming gangs". Some of the senior brothers who entered the mountain gate earlier than Lin Junxuan took the initiative to show their affection, but were also rejected by Lin Junxuan.
Although Lin Junxuan rarely goes out of the room, he doesn't like making friends like Dongfang Yu. However, his reputation has long been spread throughout Cangsong Garden. The fact that Lin Junxuan's excellent root bone assessment has also been spread from the same group of disciples. Now, it has long been widely believed in Cangsong Garden that Lin Junxuan's strength should be among the top five in the entire Cangsong Garden. Perhaps only the senior brother "Li Xuanfeng" can beat him.
Lin Junxuan doesn't know who "Li Xuanfeng" is, and he has never seen him in three years. This "Li Xuanfeng" has never come to challenge him. Lin Junxuan guessed that Li Xuanfeng, like himself, stayed up and spent all his time practicing, and did not care about things other than training such as being competitive.
No one disturbed Lin Junxuan's practice with such rumors, and no one even messed with their disciples who went up the mountain. Three years ago, Lin Junxuan broke into Yingdonglai's room, and fell down a group of people alone. Finally, he pinched a boy's neck and lifted him up. Many disciples of Cangsongyuan still remember it vividly. It is said that the boy mentioned by Lin Junxuan is often awakened by nightmares every night. During the past three years, Lin Junxuan has been practicing behind closed doors. Although he has never taken action, everyone knows that his strength will be stronger.
The pine needles dripped with dew, and the pine forest was filled with thin mist. The morning air was always very fresh. Lin Junxuan walked around and stopped when he was around the corner. Among all the wings in Cangsongyuan, this room was dilapidated and simple. After the disciples at the foot of the mountain would often put brooms in this room, but Lin Junxuan knew that this room was actually where Master Songyu lived. He was responsible for managing the cleaning tools. Many Hou Bu disciples at the foot of the mountain went in and out of Cangsongyuan many times, and always thought that Songyu was the cleaner of Cangsongyuan. Regardless of whether he was a real cleaner, even Lin Junxuan knew that he was definitely not the kind of cleanliness in the ordinary sense. At least through the first conversation three years ago, Lin Junxuan knew that Master Songyu had a glorious past.
Turning around, Lin Junxuan walked towards the dilapidated small room. The door was closed, but Lin Junxuan knew that Song Yu actually didn't have to sleep.
"Bang bang!" Lin Junxuan reached out and knocked on the door a few times.
"Come in!" Song Yu's voice came from the door. As soon as the sound fell, the door opened. In the room, a young man about fifteen years old, with pale skin and tightly pursed his mouth, and seemed a little cold, stepped out of the room. When he crossed the threshold, the young man looked at Lin Junxuan, without any emotion in that glance.
"Very strong!" When facing the boy's cold eyes, Lin Junxuan felt a strong feeling in his heart. This kind of youth was completely different from other teenagers in Cangsong Garden. The disciples in Cangsong Garden, whether they were the registered disciples who went up the mountain first, or the Dongfang Yu or Ying Donglai of the same batch, had some childishness and impetuousness that could not be escaped from this age. But in this kind of youth, Lin Junxuan felt a kind of maturity and calmness after the accumulation of impetuousness. The pair of eyes seemed to care about nothing, or in other words, he had already established a goal in his heart, and this goal was his entire world. Apart from that, he no longer cared about it.
The eyes were about to fall apart, and a strange fluctuation flashed through the eyes of the young man with a cold face. Then he turned around and walked forward along the corridor step by step without any hurry or slowness.
"Jun Xuan, why are you still staying outside? Come in." Song Yu's voice came from the room.
Taking a slight breath, wiped the boy out of his mind, Lin Junxuan walked into the wing room. This was not the first time Lin Junxuan had entered the wing room. The dilapidated room was filled with an old dusty atmosphere, and the room was a little dark. There were more than ten brooms piled up in a corner of the bed. I don’t know, I really thought this was a cleaning room.
The utensils in the room were very old, with patched sheets, one of the legs was a little crooked, and it always looked uneven on the ground, and a few boards with insect marks. It was really old and could not be old anymore. The only thing that could be called a little elegant in the room was a "Mozhu Qingshan Picture" on the wall, a corner of the pen and inkstone, a bald pen, yellow rice paper, and an old-fashioned green book. However, that book was not a secret "classic book" brought from the inner sect, but a must-read Confucian "Rite".
In the past three years, Lin Junxuan never asked him about the East of Taoism when he went to Songyu's room, and Songyu had never revealed any Taoism. Lin Junxuan's life was very regular, and Lin Junxuan would never stay for a long time in Songyu's room. At the beginning, Lin Junxuan asked some ordinary questions in the sect. Later, when he entered his room, he saw the pen, ink and paper, and couldn't help but feel itchy, and he showed his specialties in calligraphy. After Songyu saw it, he would talk to him about calligraphy every time he saw Lin Junxuan, and sometimes he would ask him to wait a while in the room and write some words. In addition, Songyu would not mention the words "Songyu".
"This afternoon, someone from the inner sect will go down the mountain to assess your cultivation status. You already know this. Do you have confidence?" Song Yu sat opposite the four-legged wooden table and asked, still the same as before. Song Yu always seemed a little old. In three years, his head had more white hair. From the outside, he really had nothing to do with practicing Taoism, and he was just an ordinary person who was tired of life.
Although Song Yu had not shown his cultivation ability, Lin Junxuan knew that the conversation in the wing room in the morning could not avoid his eyes and ears. Lin Junxuan comprehended the "Qimen Dunjia" and was just deducing it in his heart. He did not have to use the "Yiye Formation" or the like to cover up his breath, nor was he afraid that he would find any secrets.
"Of course I have confidence, otherwise why would I practice for three years?" Lin Junxuan said bluntly. In front of Master Songyu, Lin Junxuan did not hide anything.
"Haha, I just admire your point, that is, you are not arrogant or inferior. However, in this assessment, you may meet an opponent. The person who just left can see clearly. His name is Li Xuanfeng, and he is your senior brother. Among the disciples of Cang Songyuan, he is recognized as the number one. How about it, will there be pressure?" Song Yu smiled.
"So he is Li Xuanfeng." This was the first time Lin Junxuan saw him in three years. So early, he came to Songyu's room, and for some reason. Songyu didn't mention it, Lin Junxuan didn't ask.
"My goal is to become a disciple of the inner sect to practice the authentic Taoism, rather than compete with anyone for the first place." Lin Junxuan sat down at the wooden table and said calmly: "I have never been an enemy, why bother to compete."
"It seems that I have to remind you that your performance in the assessment directly affects your future in the sect. After all, your Taoism is taught by the master. Only when your performance in the assessment will you have a stronger inner master who accepts you as your disciple. After all, among the people of my generation in the inner sect, they are also divided into high and low strength. The master is not much more powerful, so how high can the disciples he brought out be?" Song Yu said with a serious face.
"Haha," Lin Junxuan did not answer this question directly, but asked: "Master, I don't know if you will be there during the assessment. If you are there, I hope to call you Master instead."
"Oh," Song Yu raised his eyebrows, obviously a little surprised by Lin Junxuan's words: "I want me to accept you as my disciple? I am just a down-and-out man who is responsible for cleaning Cang Songyuan and tidying up the broom. What future can I have for becoming my disciple?"
Song Yu pointed to the room he lived in: "Become my disciple, are you trying to live in such a room with me and live a cowardly life?"
"My master is not lying to me. You said you are just an ordinary person who cleans the courtyard. Whether I believe it or not, do you think you can believe it yourself?" Being so far away, you can easily detect the movements of the entire Cangsongyuan. Is this the ability of a cleaner? From the inner sect, I got to know the strong people in the Fangcun Sect on an equal footing with them. How could Lin Junxuan believe that he was just a "down-and-out old man". With the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, books, paintings on the wall in his room, and cleaning the courtyard year after year, Lin Junxuan had already had some guesses about this Songyu Master, but it just lacked a kind of confirmation.
"Haha, since you have determined that I am, I don't want to deny it. When you pass the assessment and see other elders of the inner sect, if you think I am suitable for your master, it's not too late to talk about it." Song Yu smiled and waved his hand: "Now, don't practice any words with my bald pen. Go out and go back to your room and prepare for the afternoon assessment!"
"Senior Songyu, then I'll go out first. If I pass the assessment, my master cannot refuse my request." At the door, Lin Junxuan turned around and said.
"Boy, let's talk about it when you're over." Song Yu cursed with a smile.
Chapter completed!