The chief disciple means he is Mo Changjun's successor, and he is considered half an elder. Moreover, Mo Yuntian is quite domineering, so these junior disciples naturally dare not say much here.
After a moment, someone suddenly whispered in the crowd: "Look, Senior Brother is here."
Sure enough, a handsome man in a white robe and a pink face walked in. This person was Mo Yuntian.
Mo Yuntian's cultivation level has reached the late stage of Dou Tong (the realm of martial arts is divided into nine levels: Lin Ling, Warrior, Dou Tong, Walker, All Yuan, Magic Form, Airline, Airline, Hanging, First God, and Each level is divided into the front, middle, and back three levels)
Among the disciples of Tailing Sect, he is an amazing figure.
Mo Yuntian looked at everyone with disdain and said coldly: "You are just a group of junior disciples. Our mentors will not teach the skills of junior disciples in person. So within these three months, I will teach your skills. You must be careful, because in three months it will be your most critical assessment. Whether you can become an intermediate disciple and officially become a disciple of my Tailing Sect depends on your ability. Do you understand?"
Everyone nodded.
Mo Yuntian said coldly again: "When we are in martial arts, the most important thing is to cultivate the true qi in our body. The true qi in our body is the source of strength, but we must practice swordsmanship, fingering, palmsmanship... because only exquisite swordsmanship, palmsmanship... can the true qi in our body be fully utilized. So I will teach you a primary mental method and a set of primary swordsmanship again..."
Fang Sheng held his hands tightly, his palms were covered with sweat. His dream since childhood was about to come true. He seemed to have seen the door of martial arts and was slowly opening up, waiting for him to walk in with his head held high.
Just when Mo Yuntian was about to teach his mind to everyone, the mahogany door in the hall was suddenly opened.
A senior disciple in black clapped his fist at Mo Yuntian and said, "Senior Brother, Master, let the junior disciple Fang Sheng go there."
Fang Sheng was stunned and cursed in his heart: "Damn Mo Changjun, what a bad call, I haven't started learning martial arts yet!" He looked at everyone with a look of disappointment and walked out of the hall.
The intermediate disciple took Fang Sheng to a small yard. There were several tiled houses in the small yard. Thick white smoke was emitting from the chimney above the tiled house, and a scent of rice had already spread around.
"This is the kitchen!" Fang Sheng asked himself, but he felt a bad feeling in his heart.
"Fang Sheng, can you cook?" Sure enough, Mo Changjun appeared behind him like a ghost.
Fang Sheng was shocked. He was about to answer truthfully, "Can I cook!" but then he thought: "What did I come to the kitchen for no reason? Is it because I lack a cook here? I am here to practice martial arts, but I am not here to be a cook, so I must not take this job myself."
He bowed to Mo Changjun and said, "Report to my teacher, I can't cook."
When Mo Changjun heard this answer, he nodded with satisfaction: "That happens, just learn how to cook here!"
Fang Sheng's heart trembled. He never expected that Mo Changjun would not play according to the routine. I'm afraid that if he could cook just now, the old guy would definitely say, "Then you can use your expertise here."
"Master, I..." Fang Sheng wanted to express his thoughts.
But Mo Changjun did not allow him to finish speaking, and said in a very cold tone, "What's wrong with you? If you don't even have the patience and determination to learn how to cook, then what other martial arts are you practicing!"
Fang Sheng whispered: "Mo Changjun, Mo Changjun, you old guy always dislike me and always make things difficult for me everywhere. This time I actually made myself a chef. I don't have any good intentions. I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations."
Mo Changjun said again: "You can practice well here!"
He turned around and left,
However, he turned around and said, "By the way, I almost forgot. Don't waste your martial arts practice, because the entire Tailing Sect will be evaluated in March. You are also under the assessment."
After Mo Changjun left, Fang Sheng gritted his teeth in hatred and cursed viciously in his heart: "This old guy is really not a guy. I work here all day, so how can I still have time to practice martial arts? This is clearly intended to stumbling on myself! No! Fang Sheng can't be a chef forever, and he will pass the review in three months."
When Fang Sheng thought of this, a rage surged up and kicked the stove. He didn't know that the stove was extremely hard. He covered his feet in pain and cursed: "Even you bullied me, I must remove you." After that, he was about to remove the stove.
At this time, the old man stood beside him, patted Fang Sheng's arm gently, and asked kindly, "Young man, don't be angry, you are also a disciple who has just been recruited, right?"
Seeing that the old man didn't look like a sinister person, Fang Sheng nodded slightly and said, "Yes, the newly recruited one step away from learning the mental method, but he was..."
Before he finished speaking, he just sighed softly and claimed that he was unlucky.
The old man still smiled very kindly: "Haha, my surname is Ma, so you can call me Lao Ma in the future. Have you offended your master? New disciples rarely enter the kitchen to help, and usually work hard to practice, because after three months, a special assessment will be conducted. If you cannot pass the assessment, you will be a teacher for the rest of your life!"
When Fang Sheng heard this, the hairs all over his body stood up, and a name flashed through his mind - Fang Lingtian!
"Yes! It must be related to him! It must be because of this person, so Mo Changjun deliberately refused to let me practice martial arts. No! He can't work here honestly without saying anything!"
Fang Sheng thought of this and turned to Lao Ma and asked, "Master Ma, are you busy with work here?"
Lao Ma replied with a kind smile on his face: "We are only responsible for cooking rice, cooking the rest of the dishes, etc., and there is another kitchen responsible for cooking rice from hundreds of people in the Elders' House. Although it is not tiring, there will never be too much leisure time in a day."
Fang Sheng looked at the kind old horse and felt a little warm, but he had already thought about it.
In fact, the reason why Mo Changjun went through such a lot of trouble was not because he was vicious, but because he was extremely scared. He was afraid of this talented Fang Sheng, and he was even more afraid that the second Fang Lingtian would appear in this world.
In fact, in this world, Mo Changjun is more than just afraid of this person.