Beautiful people, beautiful scenery, good wine, and something delightful just happened.
Wei Ran felt that there was nothing more worthy of drinking in the world at this moment.
The wine in his wine gourd was quickly finished. The setting sun dyed the earth orange-red through the clouds on the horizon. It was time to say goodbye to this encounter.
"Do you like practicing swordsmanship?" Wei Ran stood up and tied the empty wine gourd around his waist and asked.
Wen Wan was stunned for a moment, then nodded without speaking.
Wei Ran knew this because he could see traces of her sword practice in her sweeping gesture.
The girl in front of me is very diligent. Even if she is simply cleaning fallen leaves, she is practicing her posture all the time.
"Since you like to practice swordsmanship, if you are interested, just accept this." Wei Ran said and took out a jade plaque from his arms that recorded the secret book of the technique.
and placed it on the stone steps.
Wen Wan looked sideways, shook her head and said, "I am a handyman disciple and am not qualified to learn the inner sect's techniques."
Wei Ran patted his clothes and said, "I am also a true disciple of Shangyang Xuanming Sect. It is my duty to help the sect discover talented disciples."
"This technique is not a brilliant one. It's only worth a piece of broken spiritual stone. It's up to you whether you practice it or not."
"Anyway, it's many times more powerful than what you are practicing now."
After saying that, Wei Ran turned around and walked into the sunset.
Desolate and falling leaves, an encounter has a beginning and an end.
But the good times didn't last long...
Wei Ran took a shaky step, tripped his left foot over his right foot, and fell heavily on the flat ground.
This shocked Wen Wan again.
"No...it's okay." Wei Ran stood up unsteadily, touched his sore nose, and continued walking.
The figure staggered and disappeared at the end of the mountain road.
This secret treasure jade is indeed one of the secret sword techniques of Shangyang Xuanming Sect, "Jian Ming Xin Jue".
But it was improved by Wei Ran.
The quality of the sword technique improved by him, the best swordsman in all time, can be imagined.
Even Shangyang Xuanming Sect’s true method of suppressing the sect cannot compare with it.
Of course Wei Ran was not afraid of this little girl being exposed.
He believed in his vision.
Hehe, I didn’t expect that when I went out for a walk and drank today, I could be the “grandpa in the ring” and give others opportunities.
It can be said that this trip is worthwhile.
I don’t know what the consequences of this unintentional intervention will be in the future.
Wen Wan looked up at the setting sun on the horizon, which was reflected in the red clouds.
The echo of Wei Ran's singing can still be faintly heard in the mountains.
"I traveled to the mountains and invited Yue to visit the world, asking who could drink three hundred cups with me..."
Finally, she set her sights on the jade plaque. After some hesitation, she stepped forward and took it into her arms.
…
Wen Wan is a handyman disciple of Shangyang Xuanming Sect. She is fourteen years old this year. She was brought into the sect two years ago to start practicing. However, until today, her cultivation is only at the second level of the Body Tempering Realm.
One level of cultivation speed is increased every year. Such qualifications can only be said to be mediocre, or even a little unqualified.
Many senior sisters who entered the sect in the same year are already two or three levels above this realm, and some have even been promoted to outer disciples.
And she was still doing the dirtiest and most tiring work in the handyman yard, relying on the meager income from working as a handyman to support her secretly hard training.
Shangyang Xuanming Sect is extremely strict in selecting disciples, and the competition among disciples within the sect is even more fierce. This is due to its remote location, surrounded by barren mountains and wild ridges, surrounded by monsters and beasts.
If you don't pay attention, you will die here.
There is also a rule among the handyman disciples in Shangyang Xuanming Sect, that is, before the age of fifteen, if you can break through to the realm of foundation building and condensation, you can become an outer disciple.
If not, the sect elders will be arranged to send the unqualified disciples home.
Shangyang Xuanming Sect also considered for the sake of its disciples. It did not develop strong strength, and it was just used as food for monsters.
Instead of dying outside without the strength, it is better to go home and farm honestly.
Today Wen Wan received a task assigned by the handyman's yard, which was to clean the moss tower. No one had cleaned it for many years, and the fallen leaves covered the ground layer after layer.
Living in the yard is the hardest and most tiring, and it takes several days of cleaning to complete. The most important thing is that the Moss Tower is too far from the yard, and the journey back and forth takes more than two hours.
This job even has a time limit. If the cleaning is not completed within the specified time, there will be no income.
Tight time, heavy tasks, and long distances are not the main reasons why handyman disciples do not accept this job.
The most important thing is that the meal time in the mess yard is very early. If you finish your work in advance, you can eat the hottest meals. Those who come late can only eat some leftovers from others.
If you don't eat well, you won't have the energy to work, and if you don't have the energy to work, you won't have the income to maintain your practice. If you can't practice, the only way is to go home.
This is a dead end.
As for Wen Wan, she has no home to return to. If she is kicked out of the sect, she can only become a beggar and live all over the world.
As for why this worst job was given to Wen Wan?
Who knows that she is weak and has a soft personality, but she looks easy to bully.
Sure enough, when Wen Wan returned to the mess hall in the mess hall exhausted, there were already other handyman disciples cleaning the place.
Wen Wan came to the person holding the rice ladle and asked in a low voice: "Hello, please ask if there is any leftover rice."
The fat aunt who was in charge of the spoon was sitting on a chair and sipping a bowl of meat porridge. She turned around when she heard the sound.
Seeing Wen Wan's dusty cheeks and her thin body panting heavily, she immediately waved her hand impatiently and said, "You're late, no more!"
Alas, hurry up and hurry up, is it still too late?
Wen Wan's eyes were filled with sadness, and she swallowed secretly as she watched the fat aunt slurping down her meat porridge.
Finally, he wiped the sweat from his cheeks and turned around.
Since there was no food left, I had no choice but to give up and find a way on my own.
Wenwan dragged her tired body back to the dormitory.
Shangyang Xuanming Sect has more than 3,000 disciples.
Although it is not a large sect with tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of people, it is still considered a famous sect in the Ziwu Mountain area.
These more than 3,000 people are only inner disciples plus outer disciples, and there are countless handyman disciples.
There are more than a hundred such courtyards.
Each handyman courtyard manages hundreds of handyman disciples.
Male handyman disciples and female handyman disciples are separated.
Ziwu Mountain is very large and vast, rolling up and down with no end, tens of thousands of kilometers.
The only advantage of being a big place is that it's not very crowded.
The dormitory in the courtyard is a simple four-person room.
The decoration is simple and unpretentious, with only four simple wooden beds in the room.
Wenwan packed up her tools and sat on the bed.
The roommates had already eaten and drank enough and were lying on the bed chatting with each other, sometimes laughing happily.
Wen Wan has no intention of chatting. Talking less is also a way to save energy.
Although she didn't get anything to eat in the canteen at night, she had encountered this situation many times, so she would save some food on weekdays.
Wenwan took out a butter paper from under the pillow and opened it to find three black, thick-surfaced dry buns.
She must eat. If she doesn't eat, she won't have the strength to work tomorrow.
Not eating can also cause low blood sugar and make you feel dizzy and faint.
Just when Wen Wan lowered her head and silently ate the thick noodle buns.
a harsh sound
"Hey, isn't this Wenwan? Why are you back at this time?"
Wen Wan looked sideways at the female disciple who was walking towards her, her pupils trembled slightly, she quickly swallowed the bun in her mouth and whispered: "Yang Na...what's the matter with you?"
Yang Na walked up to Wen Wan, crossed her arms, looked down at Wen Wan with arrogance, and said, "Nothing, I just want to ask how the work I arranged for you today is, isn't it great?"
Yang Na is the team leader of this dormitory, and she also has some connections in the handyman hall. It is easy for Wen Wan to do the dirtiest and most tiring work by using some tricks.
"besides..."
There was a crisp sound, and Yang Na's slap hit Wen Wan's face.
The red palm mark was particularly dazzling on Wen Wan's delicate cheek.
Yang Na raised her hand and said with a sneer: "Who allows you to call me by my name directly?"
Wen Wan lowered her head, her hands firmly grasping the black-faced steamed bun trembling slightly, and whispered: "Sister Yang... I was wrong... I'm sorry..."
Yang Na said sternly: "If you know you're wrong, go work for me immediately! Why are you still lingering here?"
Wen Wan asked cautiously: "Sister Yang, please, can you let me finish this mouthful of steamed buns? I'm so hungry and I haven't had dinner yet..."
When Yang Na heard this, she immediately became furious and said in a sharp voice: "Eat? Eat what you want! Dead pig! Don't eat it! I'm sweating all over from working today! Have you washed my socks? Clothes." Have you washed it? If your clothes are not dry tomorrow, you will be dead!"
After saying that, Yang Na kicked the black-faced steamed bun in Wen Wan's hand, knocking the steamed bun to the ground.
Wen Wan saw that the steamed buns she had accumulated through hard work fell to the ground and were covered with dust.
Wen Wan turned to glare at Yang Na and said angrily: "You!"
When Yang Na saw that Wen Wan wanted to resist, a trace of violence flashed in her eyes, and she said sternly: "Oh! How dare you glare at me, you bitch! I think you are rebelling!"
With a snap, another slap hit Wen Wan on the face.
Yang Na felt that it was not enough, so she slapped her a few more times.
Wen Wan did not resist. At this time, her cheeks were swollen and blood was flowing from the corners of her mouth.
But he still lowered his eyes, tears had accumulated in his eyes, and he still did not dare to look directly at Yang Na.
Because she knew that even struggling was useless. Yang Na's cultivation level was two realms higher than hers, and she had the help of two other roommates. She couldn't defeat her at all, and would only suffer in vain.
Anyway, she has experienced this kind of thing too much. As long as she doesn't resist and let her vent, it will be fine.
