When he was at March Mountain, the most troublesome problem for Meng Yan in his training was not only the inability to identify the authenticity of various secrets, but also the fact that peerless martial arts often took more than a hundred years to practice.
Life is quite daunting when you think about it.
However, from Ye Jielin's side, Meng Yan discovered that the outside world was different from what he had imagined. The warriors here were not so rigid in training with books. Only those with mediocre qualifications and no resources could
Anyone who knows how to use this stupid method will cooperate with various subtle methods to strengthen their body. As long as the flesh, blood, muscles and bones are completely strengthened, it will be far stronger than ordinary people. One day of training can be worth three to five months of ordinary people.
, the gap between the two will naturally only become wider and wider.
For this test conducted by Qian Xuefeng, Meng Yan also heard Ye Jielin mention that the dripping medicine, after contact with flesh and blood, will turn into an energy, combine with the flesh, and penetrate into the flesh, muscles and bones. Because the energy is extremely rare, it cannot be born.
No specific effect will be produced, but looking at the speed at which this energy combines with all parts of the body, you will know how qualified the subject is? The better the qualifications, the more focused training will be received by the sect in the future, and any good medicines or weapons will be used.
Give them priority.
Meng Yan closed his eyes and let the medicine drop on his forehead. He instantly felt a chill on the top of his head. A cold air penetrated from his forehead into his body and quickly spread to everywhere. The first thing it touched was his blood, which effortlessly blended into the blood.
For one.
"Sure enough, hematopoiesis was successful. You didn't lie. Let's see what happens next."
When Meng Yan heard the girl's voice, he vaguely felt that something was wrong. Others might not understand, but he knew best that the energy did not merge with his own blood, but was in turn absorbed by the blood at the moment of contact with the blood.
It's been swallowed up, this... I'm afraid it's not a normal process.
Just as he was thinking about these things, something really bad happened. Meng Yan found that the energy was rejected by his body. No part of his bones, flesh, tendons, and marrow could be fused. They were all rejected and slowly dissipated. He didn't know what this meant, but
It probably wouldn't be a good thing. When I opened my eyes, I saw the girl opposite me looking straight over. Although she didn't say anything, she had a look of contempt.
"Well, we occasionally meet people like you who, although they have succeeded in forming blood, have exhausted their qualifications and have stopped here in this life. Don't be too discouraged. We at Qian Xuefeng are very reasonable. As long as you enter the mountain gate,
You are a member of Qian Xuefeng, even if your qualifications are not good and you are useless, we will still not abandon you."
Meng Yan couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this, and didn't know whether he should get angry or not. Although the other party's words were unpleasant, they were also well-intentioned. If he fell out over such a thing, it seemed to be his own fault. He just said at the moment: "I am a loser.
Can you become a disciple of Qian Xuefeng? Is it so good?"
"Of course not. People should be self-aware. There is no one in the sky who always drops sesame seeds." The round-faced girl waved her hand and said: "Qianxue Peak needs a lot of talents. You can't be a formal disciple. You can also be a handyman or a servant.
Start with it, practice it down-to-earth, and if one day a miracle happens... Well, it means that if you practice successfully, you can still shine. There are many big people who were born as servants, and later they became powerful and dominant.
Heaven and earth."
"………What?"
"...If you become a big shot, you won't ask questions like this."
Even if he didn't know how to deal with people, Meng Yan knew that this sentence was pure deception. For a moment, he really had the urge to activate the Immortal Phoenix Sword and shoot wildly to show these people who was the waste, but then he thought about it.
, this girl didn’t have any ill intentions, and even showed kindness. Her disdain was directed at her own test results, but it didn’t make sense to be angry with her because it was not the person she was dealing with.
Looking at the other people around him, some of them were judged to have insufficient qualifications just like him. If they were to stay, they could only be transferred to handymen. Among those people, those from good family backgrounds lowered their heads and thought for a moment, and then some stood up.
Come and resign, but there are many girls who are just from ordinary farm families. If they leave, they can only continue to go home and farm the land for the rest of their lives. In comparison, working as a handyman in a large sect, they have wages, benefits, and can also
After receiving asylum, they regarded this as a good opportunity. Even though they could not become formal disciples, they happily agreed.
Meng Yan didn't feel like them. Although he just wanted to find a place to stay, he became a handyman for no reason. This was too bad. He might as well find another place.
"I……"
Just when he thought about it, Meng Yan thought of the Liu brothers and sisters. He was not a good person who would not pay back his debts. This debt had to be settled no matter what. The brothers and sisters were taken into Qianxue Peak and might even be treated as VIPs. He
If you want to find someone to settle the accounts with, you have to stay. If you run away without settling the accounts, it's really hard to get rid of this tone.
Think about it again, no matter where you are practicing, all you need is a little time. As long as you have a thorough understanding of the Immortal Phoenix Nirvana Sword and a few more powerful skills, when the time comes to cause trouble, you can show it to these women.
, what is a big shot from a handyman background?
"Okay! Since everyone says I'm useless, I'll accept it and just be your handyman. You'll take care of me, right?"
"Don't look unwilling. Although the handyman has to work, since he is a member of the sect, he is qualified to be taught and can practice the martial arts of the sect."
"...Thank you very much."
Meng Yan is not very interested. Apart from the fact that he has unparalleled skills, a big reason is because he understands the training system outside. A large part of it relies on various resources provided by the sect to strengthen the body.
For training, if you don't have those resources, you may not be able to achieve anything just by practicing this secret book for a hundred or two hundred years.
However, Meng Yan has no complaints about this, because even practicing meaningless exercises is still an opportunity. As far as he knows, many sects are reluctant to even give such opportunities. In comparison,
Even if Qian Xuefeng is not as good as the previous one, it is more than enough.
Those who successfully passed the test will move forward with great satisfaction to accept the remaining tests to determine the subsequent distribution. Even if they can become official disciples, there will definitely be a difference in which department they are assigned to. The glory of War Weapon Hall and the like is unlimited
, I’m afraid those who manage files and documents will have a bleak future...
This has nothing to do with Meng Yan. He accepted the distribution, also got several sets of uniforms for the handyman, and even received a house license. He had his own house. Before he could take a breath, he was called out.
He said he was preparing to become a disciple.
"Apprenticeship?"
"That's right." A middle-aged man who looked like a foreman said to this group of newly joined young servants: "Our sect will not bully the poor. Even servants can learn skills from our teachers, obtain inheritance, and practice to become talents.
, although we have to put in more effort than formal disciples, this is always an opportunity, and whether you can seize this opportunity depends on your opportunities and efforts."
An opportunity made these young people who had dreams of becoming talented but were dismissed as servants excited. They screamed. Meng Yan was mixed in the crowd and couldn't get excited, but he managed to scream a few times, not wanting to be
Treat them as aliens, attract attention, and then listen to their explanations to understand the system here.
Different from formal disciples, most of the masters who teach servants are also servants. The sources of teachers come from two aspects. One is some servants who have successfully practiced and are qualified as disciples after examination and verification. The other is those who want to do good deeds and achieve universal salvation.
A formal disciple of sentient beings who takes the time to serve as a Kung Fu master. He may not be very old, but he is a formal disciple after all. His cultivation and experience are not comparable to that of a Kung Fu master who was born as a handyman, and he also has the benefits of connections. If he can
If you become a disciple of these people, you can hope to become a regular servant in the future.
Therefore, when it came time to choose a master, those formal disciples who came to serve as volunteers became the most popular ones. There were only three or five of them, but 80% of the new servants rushed there to queue up, hoping to gain favor and become a disciple.
, but only 20% of the dozen or so tutors who were former handymen went to become disciples, which was a sharp contrast.
Meng Yan has not gone over, formal disciples are not attractive to him. These masters are not as good as Mei Ying. She does not want to be inferior to Mei Ying, and of course she does not look down on the other disciples who are lower than her, not to mention...
…It’s really annoying to wait in long queues.
However, it seems that he can't get through without becoming a master. Meng Yan plans to pick a random one, become a master at random, and go through the process. Anyway, he has no shortage of masters.
"Huh? Brother, why did you come in?"
In the chaos, Meng Yan was stopped by someone. When he looked back, he couldn't help but be surprised. The man standing behind him was wearing the same blue servant uniform as himself, with a piece of floral cloth wrapping his white hair on his head, and his face.
He was wrinkled, but his smile was very amiable. He was the owner of the noodle stall in Xuemei Town.
"Mother-in-law, why are you here?"
"What's so strange about this? My mother-in-law was originally here. I was doing miscellaneous work and shopping in Qian Xuefeng. Occasionally I went down the mountain to do some small business, and I bumped into you. But little brother, you...you don't have a token, and you are very capable.
Do you want to fight? Why do you come here to work as a handyman?"
"It's hard to explain. My token was stolen and my qualifications are not good enough, so I was sent here." Meng Yan scratched his head and said: "It's really troublesome that I have to worship a master. I guess I can't do it without worshiping, right? Eh.
?Mother-in-law, do you have the qualifications to teach Kung Fu?"
"Of course not!" The noodle seller looked very surprised, "Do you think I am very capable and can teach others martial arts?"
"People should not be judged by their appearance. Just by looking at me like this, you can't tell that I am just looking for an excuse to join the sect. In fact, I am just a useless person who comes to peek at the beautiful women." Meng Yan said: "Meeting each other means destiny, and it is not easy to meet twice in a row.
, for the sake of you confiscating my face money, mother-in-law, how about I become your disciple?"