It's daybreak.
The air is still filled with the strong smell of snuff and fire, and the original site of the library is in a mess, with scorch marks and thick ashes left behind by the fire everywhere.
The members of the martial arts school spent the whole morning cleaning up the scene. In the end, the items rescued were only less than a basket of broken books.
The host Zhang Sanjin was sitting in the reception hall, looking at the basket in front of him, his expression extremely ugly.
The most popular thing about Qingshan Martial Arts School is the library with a rich collection of books. The collection of books ranges from various martial arts books to various weapons manuals and regional chronicles... After a fire, only the three-story library remained. Published dozens of miscellaneous journals.
Manager Ding, who is in charge of the internal affairs of the martial arts school, bowed down and reported, "Master, I checked, and there is nothing suspicious about the person named Jiu'er and her brother Shi Yu. They are both orphans, wandering from the south, and accidentally got... Zhiwu Hall is recruiting, so I signed up just to earn a living. The brother and sister have performed well during this period, and they are quick to understand and have good eyesight. They are considered outstanding among the ten new recruits."
The little girl's clear eyes appeared in Zhang Sanjin's mind, and her frowning eyebrows relaxed a little, "I have seen her hands. There are no thick calluses in the mouth and fingertips. She must not have practiced martial arts before. But this time in the library The sudden fire is still strange, so don't let your guard down. If any of the selected people can stay, they will be sent to the cabinet in the future, so you need to be very careful."
Manager Ding responded, "I understand, I will keep a close eye on these people."
The conditions for recruiting disciples in the pavilion have always been strict. In the past, talented children were selected, trained and tamed from an early age, and only after passing various assessments could they become disciples of the Guiyi Pavilion.
If it weren't for the fact that the masters in the pavilion had suffered too many losses in recent years, leading to a disconnect between the upper and lower levels, they wouldn't be recruiting directly with the relaxed conditions as they are now.
At noon, the members of the martial arts school who had been busy all morning gathered in the cafeteria to eat.
The dining hall is located behind the martial arts hall, in the small courtyard next to the dormitory.
The space is quite spacious, with long tables and benches placed against the walls on both sides of the room, and it is full of people during meal time.
The old members and the new members sat in separate corners, clearly distinguishable from each other.
Tianbao and Bai Yu sat together with eight other people who came in at the same time. In addition to them, there were four men and four women.
"I see that the old members are always hostile when they see us. We have obviously come in and are martial arts disciples like them. Why do they always look displeased with us?" said the boy in a square scarf while eating. , while talking in a low voice to the people around him.
Another young man sitting next to him replied in a low voice, "Because there will be an assessment at the martial arts school at the end of the year, and both old and new people can participate. The top five in the assessment will be sent to the Qingshan Escort Agency in Xindu. After going there, Not only can we get guidance from the boss to learn more advanced martial arts, but we can also receive a monthly salary, which is equivalent to getting a good job. In their eyes, we new recruits are competing with them for spots. , naturally we don’t like it. We usually pay attention to this when we are working, so as not to be deliberately found trouble, and then we will only be bullied. "
"It turns out there is such a secret behind it, no wonder."
As they were talking here, there was a movement over there.
A few senior members of seventeen or eighteen years old were carrying plates and swaggering over here. With raised eyebrows and raised eyes, it seemed that they were specifically looking for trouble. They couldn't even wait to get out of the door.
The new members suddenly became nervous, eating slowly, and warily staring at the person walking towards them.
Other people in the dining hall who were still eating also turned their heads and looked over, gloating as if they were watching a good show.
Some even booed.
The boy who walked over in the lead was a little fat man of medium height.
When they arrived at the new member's dining table, the fat boy slammed his rice bowl on the table, raised his lips and shouted loudly, "But if you want to compete at the table, you throw my rice bowl at the table? There are rules in the martial arts hall, and new members need to follow them. The old members are respectful, but you dare to be so arrogant when you first entered the martial arts gym, do you think we have good tempers and are easy to bully?"
Hearing this, the boy in the scarf frowned and suppressed his anger, "It's obviously you who lost your job, but you just deliberately made excuses to find trouble with us! You're just the new guy who bullied us!"
"Hey, you're such a sharp-tongued person, how dare you say that I'm deliberately looking for trouble?" The fat boy stepped on the long table, put his knees on his knees and grinned, "There are a room full of people sitting here, are you bullying me or are you disrespectful?" Chief, why don't you ask? Come on! Tell him who is looking for trouble!"
The old members present all booed, "Master Ding has been in the martial arts hall for three years, and he has always taken great care of the new junior brothers and sisters. Who in the whole martial arts hall doesn't know this? You newcomers actually caught the good old Ding." The young master is so courageous in making random slanders!"
Others laughed loudly, "If you have courage, you must also have enough ability to support your courage. Why do you talk so much nonsense? Junior brothers and sisters don't know the rules. We senior brothers should naturally teach them and give them a beating. Then they will understand. !”
"You're right, give him a beating!"
The old members cheered one after another, their eyes focused here as if they were watching a joke.
The other party had a large number of people, so the new members sat there and dared not speak out.
They have only been here for ten days, so how can they learn anything in such a short period of time? If they really want to fight with the old members, they will only get beaten.
At this time, a small cry of pain suddenly sounded from the corner of the newlyweds' table. The girl sitting there quietly raised the back of her red and swollen hand and gasped for air.
"Jiu'er, you accidentally touched the blisters on the back of your hand? Why are you so careless?" The fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy beside the girl said anxiously to her, "Where is the burn ointment that the owner gave you in the morning? Get it quickly. Come out and wipe the injured area again!"
The girl responded in a low voice, took out a box of plaster from her sleeve pocket, unscrewed it and applied the ointment on the back of her hand.
A small wooden box, only about the size of two fingers. The lid of the box is engraved with the word Qingshan and a pattern of treasures.
The old members recognized at a glance that this was indeed a plaster unique to their martial arts school. It was only awarded to disciples who had outstanding performance or meritorious service in the martial arts school.
The cheers subsided, and the group of people looking for trouble each looked at each other and returned to their original positions.
The fat boy looked at the box of plaster, and then at the young girl who was applying the ointment as if no one was around. Finally, he waved his sleeves heavily and said, "Well done, the young master has taken note of you. Just wait for me!"
Being rewarded with plaster by the owner of the hall, no matter whether the other party has performed well or has some merits, it has caught the eyes of the owner. If he continues to cause trouble, I am afraid that he will be punished in the end.
The fat boy failed to find trouble and was humiliated in a roundabout way. He felt annoyed and angry, and remembered the boy and girl who had done harm to him in his heart.
