Chapter 4 The new first disciple of the Hengtian Sect

New disciples must first meet the leader. Lin Zhihui changed into the white disciple uniform of the Hengtian Sect and waited outside the main hall. Everyone changed their clothes and walked towards the main hall.

The Hengtian Sect takes pride in being thrifty. Although the main hall is not magnificent, it is spotless, spacious and bright. Ten red columns hold up the entire hall. Looking at the entire hall, these ten pillars can be considered classics. The pillars are engraved with the historical rules and martial arts of the Hengtian Sect.

Sitting in the hall was You Yiyun, the head of the Qing Emperor. He was wearing a plain robe and holding a fly whisk. He smiled happily when he saw these new disciples and said, "I, the Qing Emperor, have numerous talents. To be able to achieve today's glory is because of everyone." Credit. You will all be the pillars of our Qing Emperor in the future. I hope you can practice diligently to ensure that the Qing Emperor will continue to prosper." After saying this, he nodded in praise.

Lin Zhihui saw Jiang Yuan standing next to the leader. There was no wave in his dark eyes, and there was no expression on his noble and elegant face, as if he were a noble and graceful stone statue, motionless.

Lin Zhihui stood in the front row without looking at him carefully. Next to Jiang Yuan were Lu Zhan and some other brothers. After the new disciples pay their respects to the master, they are assigned disciples according to the sect rules. The first disciple should be led by the master to practice, while the other disciples should be selected by the elders and brought back to practice under the disciples.

Lin Zhihui followed You Yiyun to Qingxin Hall. Lin Zhihui remembered that in the past, Qingxin Hall only had a few endless corridors and a few houses, which seemed very empty, but now his eyes brightened. The corridor was surrounded by a bamboo forest, quiet and quiet, and the crisp bird song penetrated the bamboo forest and reached his ears. It is pleasant to the ear, as if the living water from the source stirs up several layers of ripples, which makes people feel relaxed and happy, and has a profound artistic conception.

It was inconvenient to ask too much about the disciples in the main hall just now. After entering the room, You Yiyun asked carefully, "Where did you study before, and why did you become a disciple of the Qing Emperor?"

Lin Zhifan was well prepared and said fluently, "I used to study with my master at the peak of Qingdi Jue. My master was old and passed away soon. I was taught by my master that Hengtian Sect has produced many talents and recruits new disciples every three years. I have great potential so I came here to study."

Lin Zhifan did not lie to him. The master was indeed his master. The old man had passed away not long ago. In order to repay his life-saving grace and the grace of rebirth, Lin Zhifan stayed at his grave for three days and three nights. If the old man had not lacked someone to take care of him in his last two years, Lin Zhifan would have come two years earlier. He never abandoned him and took care of him until his death.

Then, Lin Zhifan seemed to have thought of something, his body trembled, his fingers tightened his shirt, the stinging pain at the fingertips made his eyes clear instantly. He subconsciously let go of the corner of his shirt, not noticing that these actions were seen by You Yiyun.

You Yiyun asked again, "I wonder who your master is?" Lin Zhihui's master Cang Xingyuan was originally the master of Lin Feng, the head of the Qing Emperor. It's a pity that he made a wrong move, practiced evil ways, and became possessed.

He later disappeared and was rumored to be dead. Lin Zhihui knew that he was still alive in the world only later, but Cang Xingyuan was really dead three years after Lin Zhihui met him. Before Cang Xingyuan became the leader, he had a Taoist nickname called Seclusion Master. No one except Lin Zhihui knew about it.

Lin Zhihui looked sad and said, "Master loves to live in seclusion in the mountains and forests, and his Taoist name is Master Seclusion." You Yiyun really has never heard of Master Seclusion, but since Master Seclusion lives in seclusion in mountains and forests, few people must know about it, so he did not go back to it. Ask carefully.

Lin Zhihui relaxed when he saw that he had no doubts about the matter. You Yiyun asked again, "What about your parents?"

"They have passed away."

Lin Zhifan's eyes were like the deep sky, dark and boundless, an impenetrable black hole. His voice was deep and cold, like a cold blade in the boundless darkness.

It was not appropriate to continue asking about the sensitive question mentioned by You Yiyun, so he told him to speak out if he had any discomfort when he first arrived at Qingdi Mountain and to take care of himself.

It was already dark when he returned to his room. Lin Zhifan sat by the window and stared at the thin moon. The stars beside him were shining brightly, but suddenly they were suppressed by a sudden black cloud. The sky suddenly seemed a little weird, unpredictable and overwhelming. Lin Zhifan wanted to reach out and peel off the black cloud as if peeling off the old past.

Lin Zhi returned and thought of seeing Jiang Yuan today. He stood in the hall coldly, with no soft light in his dark eyes, which added a bit of solemnity to the hall. He was not so cold before, and he seemed to have become a different person in the past three years.

Jiang Yuan's father Jiang Chushan and Lin Zhifan's father Lin Feng were brothers in the Hengtian Sect. They had a very good relationship and got married and had children at almost the same time. Lin Zhifan and Jiang Yuan grew up together. At that time, the Qingfeng Pavilion where Lin Zhifan lived was very close to the Qingyou Pavilion where Jiang Yuan lived, separated only by the Deyue Bridge.

Lin Feng and his wife often go on missions and are not at home most of the year. Lin Zhifan often lives in Qingyou Pavilion and eats and drinks for free until his parents return after completing their mission.

Jiang Yuan responded, "Qingyou Pavilion is your home."

Lin Zhifan said shamelessly, "Of course, we grew up together, you are my good brother, your home is naturally my home, hehe."

There are three major realms of cultivation in Tianxuan Kingdom, namely Emperor Qing, Fengtang and Nanjing. At that time, Hengtian Sect had not yet declined. Together with Fengtang's Jiuyu Sect and Nanjing's Shuntian Sect, they were collectively known as the three major sects of Tianxuan Kingdom. Among the three major sects, the Hengtian sect is the strongest and has the most disciples, while the Shuntian sect is the weakest and has the fewest disciples. The Qing emperor valued talents and talents, was good at cultivating talents, loved to use pen and ink, and had many romantic people. It was a holy place where talents emerged in large numbers. The Qing Emperor had a lot of ancient books, and his disciples loved to study ancient books. The collection of ancient books accounted for 70% of the entire Tianxuan. Fengtang is a land of fish and rice, a blessed land of caves and heaven, and a land of abundance. It is rich in delicious food and has superb medical skills from generation to generation. Nanjing is rich in gold, silver and jewelry. The streets and alleys are full of dazzling jewelry and utensils, and they advocate martial arts and magic.

At that time, Feng Tang and Nan Jing both sent their palm babies and young masters from aristocratic families to the Qing Emperor to cultivate them. Because they studied too much, ordinary children could not enter. Even if they stayed there for a year or two, they would not be able to write a book or write a book. , can also answer questions fluently, relying on horses to wait.

The most prestigious teacher in the Hengtian School is Cui Shiming. He has taught three generations of young people, including this generation. He is highly respected and very stubborn. He starts talking non-stop as soon as he starts teaching. If a student does not listen carefully in class, he will pick up a thin cane to intimidate him. He has round eyes and a goatee. When he gets angry, his eyes become rounder and bigger, as if he can eat people. His goatee often gives people a false impression of kindness, but when he gets angry, his beard can blow up very high, which is not pleasing at all. A student nicknamed him "Old and Sturdy" a long time ago. This nickname has been passed down in the Qing Dynasty for a long time and has been used until now.

Lin Zhifan was an obedient and well-behaved child when he was young, and he would never cause trouble. However, Jiang Yuan was naughty by nature and resisted his stubborn tutor. When he got into trouble, he would always drag Lin Zhifan into it.

Jiang Yuan was late as always, and consciously stood outside for an hour before coming in. He completely ignored Cui Shiming's eyes that were filled with anger, and returned to his seat easily and leisurely, then leaned on the table and buried his face in it. Sleep between arms. In the classroom at Nuo University, there were only Cui Shiming's lectures and the easygoingness of many disciples. Jiang Yuan listened to it like a lullaby and fell asleep in a short while.

"Shang Jiao is like a feather, and it must be done lightly. What's wrong with Jiang Yuan's words?" Cui Shiming rubbed his beard and glanced down.

Jiang Yuan always liked to put his feet under Lin Zhihui's stool when he was sleeping. When the old man came down, Lin Zhihui would step on it hard. Jiang Yuan suddenly woke up with a "Wow" and looked at him in confusion.

This was the first time Cui Shiming asked Jiang Yuan. Jiang Yuan would lie on the table and fall asleep every time in class, but he always came out on top in every exam. Everyone is waiting to see how this talent who ranks first in sleeping in class and taking exams will use his strength to secure the first position.

Jiang Yuan sat up lazily and faced Cui Shiming who had stood in front of him at some point. Cui Shiming would not care about him when he slept normally, but today the sun was rising from the west, so he said, "Master, can you repeat the question again?"

As soon as I finished speaking, the classroom was filled with laughter and clapping of the desks. My classmates laughed as if they had seen a good show, their faces full of joy.

Cui Shiming was so angry that he was about to explode, but in order to maintain his image as a master, he still controlled his temper, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Let me ask you: What's wrong with the saying 'The upper part of the body is like a feather, it cannot be lifted unless it is light'?"

The class instantly regained its calmness. Jiang Yuan glanced at Lin Zhihui, who was sitting next to him. He had been looking down at the book just now. Just give you a chance to become famous. Jiang Yuan felt itchy in his heart, and then looked at Cui Shiming's expression. He said firmly, "Master, I don't know this question, but my good friend Lin Zhihui must know it, and he can answer it for me." After finishing speaking, he looked at Lin Zhihui and smiled: You have to thank me this time. ah!

Lin Zhihui turned his head with an expression of shock and anger, his face was a bit darker than carbon: Do you have bad intentions and deliberately want to make me look embarrassed?

Jiang Yuan raised his eyebrows, shook his head, gave a successful gesture with a grin, and clenched his fists, "Brother, I'm helping you, I'm keeping an eye on you!"

Lin Zhihui looked at his playful face and wanted to slap him in the face, but because of everyone else, he had to give up. Then he turned his face and said: You are finished!

Jiang Yuan had already thrown the question to Lin Zhifan. A dark cloud floated across Cui Shiming's face. Although he intended to ask Jiang Yuan, he had to ask Lin Zhifan first, "Can you answer this question for him?"

I had been flipping through the book, but the answer was not in the book at all. Lin Zhifan weighed it in his mind. If he couldn't answer it, others might laugh at him even more, but he was not sure about the answer. Jiang Yuan, this bastard, knew that he was not sure but still pushed the question on himself. Damn it.

There were sighing sounds in the room, "He has never answered a question correctly. Just wait and see the joke." The man had a look of disdain on his face, his hands crossed on the desk, he sat upright, looking like a gentleman, and his handsome face had a bit of contempt, as if he could foresee the future.

The critic was Lu Zhan, whose father, Lu Zongyuan, was a proud disciple of the Hengtian Sect. "Brother Lu, what do you think?" Han Yu was the son of Han Shanzhen, the head of the Nanjing Shuntian Sect, and he cast a strange look at him as he spoke.

Lu Zhan glanced at him and joked boredly, "It's not that I mean to belittle him, it's just that he's so unsatisfactory. Every time the old-fashioned guy asked him a question, he didn't know anything about it. No wonder everyone felt ashamed for him, he looked so handsome. , but it's a pity that this problem has caused a lot of damage in the eyes of the little girl. "