Taking advantage of the spring breeze of the sect competition, Luo Yifeng finally gained recognition in Luotian Sect.
With the help of the cultivation resources of the lower sects of the sect, Luo Yifeng became a favorite among many people because of its small number of people.
Because the "Wanshan Hunting Ground" is about to open, many young monks from poor backgrounds are eager to become a member of Luo Yifeng.
Especially after rumors spread that disciples from Tianfeng went to Luo Yifeng to ask for a spot but failed, many people had a great change in their view of Luo Yifeng's strength.
It's just that the fact that Wen Tianzhi was punished to face the wall and reflect on his faults because of Luo Yifeng has not been spread, otherwise it will definitely set off an even more terrifying uproar.
Yiran's arrival brought changes and hope to Luo Yifeng.
In just ten days, hundreds of people went to Luo Yifeng to become disciples, including many disciples who were not taken seriously by other factions and were hidden away.
In the end, under the auspices of Cui Wanshan and Pei Fei, only a hundred disciples were selected among hundreds of people.
The sect is not an academy, and it has never been a place where students are taught in accordance with their aptitude.
After passing a simple talent test, those children who had no talent for cultivation or were not very talented in cultivation were persuaded to go down the mountain.
After that, from top to bottom of Luo Yifeng, there were a hundred bamboo houses on the mountainside and even near the foot of the mountain. All of them were houses built by the new disciples who chose their own locations.
Every day, Cui Wanshan and Pei Fei, the two martial arts masters, would give lectures on the top of the mountain to teach the children who practiced martial arts.
Gude will teach some magic skills and alchemy skills.
Precisely because there are only three mentors on Luo Yifeng who can teach and teach, one hundred people is the limit of the number of disciples on Luo Yifeng.
Although the original intention is not to recruit any more disciples, there are exceptions to everything.
A frail little beggar knelt directly in front of the bamboo house after climbing to the top of the mountain with difficulty.
Except for saying "I ask the immortal master to lead me into practice", he never said a word.
Cui Wanshan also tested his talent, but the spiritual palace in his body was empty and there was no possibility of practicing magic.
At the same time, his body was extremely weak, and his muscles and bones were far inferior to those of an ordinary teenage boy.
Even if such a child practices martial arts, he will only get twice the result with half the effort. It is better to be a beggar than to be inactive or even die on the road to practice.
At least you don't have to suffer the hardships of practicing martial arts, and you can even live longer than practicing martial arts.
But the little beggar refused to let go and fainted three times outside the bamboo house.
Every time after waking up, he would kneel down again, not even standing up to chew something as dry and hard as a stone, whether it was a cake or a brick.
Gude, Cui Wanshan and Pei Fei had been secretly observing Beggar in the bamboo house, fearing that he would not be able to get up after he fell.
But they were really hesitant about whether they really wanted to accept him as their disciple.
Although the world is bitter, how could it be as bitter as cultivation?
Yiran and Yudie, who had returned from an outing, saw the kneeling little beggar and learned about the situation from Gude.
After all, Yudie couldn't bear it and wanted to take the little beggar into her family.
Yiran observed the little beggar with his senses, and finally supported Yudie's idea.
All things in the world are suffering, and only your own choice is willing to suffer even if it is suffering.
With Yiran and Yudie's persuasion, Goode and the others no longer hesitated.
Cui Wanshan walked out of the bamboo house directly, but unexpectedly he was stopped by Yi Ran.
In the eyes of four people, including Yudie, who didn't know what they meant, Yiran said: "I'll go."
After walking out of the bamboo house, Yiran came to the side of the little beggar.
Looking at the child who was exhausted without knowing it, and his whole body was lying on the ground, Yiran inexplicably thought of the two teenagers he met while traveling in Tianjiang Principality. Zhang San and the girl named Li Jing, who had saved him, were both beggars and had endured the most hardships and received the most indifference.
Looking at the sea of clouds, Yiran couldn't help but think about how they would live now if they had the opportunity to become physical practitioners after practicing their legendary body-refining boxing.
Compared with the days when you were begging, is your life more comfortable?
Looking back, Yiran looked at the thin figures that were almost huddled together and asked:
"Why do you want to practice?"
The little beggar replied with difficulty: "In order to live well and find my sister who was sold by her father!"
"You have a father, so why did you become a little beggar?"
The thin body almost used up all its strength to roar: "Because I was abandoned too, I have no father!"
After roaring at the top of his lungs, the little beggar fell down again, lying on the ground and falling into coma.
Yiran didn't care at all about the filth and vulgarity of the little beggar, so he carried him back to his bamboo house, laid him flat on the bed, and used his true energy to help him straighten out the qi in his body.
After walking out of the bamboo house, looking at the people waiting outside the door for a long time, Yi Ran solemnly said: "How about I teach him first!"
Hearing Yiran's words, Gude and Cui Wanshan's eyes became solemn at the same time. After much hesitation, Cui Wanshan finally asked:
"You are not old enough to accept a disciple. Wouldn't it affect your own practice if you take on a disciple with no foundation?"
Under Goode's old body, his weak eyes also had the same question.
Yiran stroked the scabbard of the Peach Blossom Sword, looked at Gude, and then said: "Grandpa Gude, Senior Cui, don't worry, I have my own sense of proportion."
"And he's not my disciple, I'm just giving him some guidance!"
When the little beggar woke up again and found himself lying on the bed, there was a little shock in his eyes, but more of it was ecstatic joy.
Sitting up and looking at the only young man in the room, the little beggar said excitedly: "I, I am Su Da, are you willing to accept me as your disciple?"
The voice was shaky and hoarse.
Just before he finished speaking, Su Da struggled to get up from the bed, but fell to the ground before he could stand firmly.
Even so, Su Da still did not stop, but knelt on his knees, wanting Yi Ran to kneel down.
At this moment, Su Da found inexplicably that not only could he not move, but his body also flew up and returned to the bed again. In his ears, he heard the young man's words:
"Have a good rest first. There is some food here. After you have eaten and drank enough, then think carefully about whether you want to practice or not. Then come to the cliff to find me after thinking about it."
"Seriously, don't think that begging is a hard job. Based on your qualifications, spiritual practice will be a harder and more tiring thing."
Su Da opened his eyes wide, but looked at the roof aimlessly, his heart full of sadness:
"It turns out that my qualifications are so bad. It turns out that it's not that those immortal masters don't want to accept me as a disciple, but that becoming a monk myself may lead to another hopeless path."
A few tears fell from the corners of his eyes unconsciously, but the scene of playing with his sister emerged in his mind.
Unconsciously, Su Da clenched his fists.
"I must practice. No matter how much hardship I endure, even if I cannot become a powerful monk, as long as I can find my sister and bring her back, that's enough."
"Su Xiaohua, you must wait for your brother!"
Thinking of this, Su Da quickly stood up again, walked to where Yi Ran was sitting just now, picked up the steamed buns and vegetable leaves on the table and stuffed them into his mouth.
While eating, tears could not help but flow down. After Yiran walked out of the bamboo house, she saw Cui Sheng playing with a sword on the edge of the cliff, and asked curiously: "Xiao Shengsheng, you seem to like using a sword?"
Cui Sheng raised his head and said proudly: "That's not true. I practice swordsmanship every day from the cliff to the foot of the mountain. I have mastered a set of thirteen deadly swords."
"In a few years, when I can practice cultivation, the Thirteen Deadly Swords will definitely be able to beat the hell out of those bad guys in Wen Tianfeng."
Yi Ran smiled and touched Cui Sheng's head. Unexpectedly, Cui Sheng broke away and got angry: "A hero like me cannot have his head touched casually."
Cui Wanshan, who happened to be walking out of the bamboo house, saw this scene and looked at his son who had jumped to the bamboo house but did not see him coming out. He smiled and covered his head with a big rough hand.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah", Cui Sheng grabbed the hand holding his little head with both hands and shouted angrily: "Dad, you are grabbing my head, I will become stupid, And I will be angry."
Looking at the affectionate father and son, Yiran walked over and said to Cui Wanshan, "How about letting Cui Sheng and that little beggar Su Da practice with me for a while?"
Cui Sheng's eyes were filled with surprise at first, but then he was a little stunned and subconsciously asked:
"Xiao Shengsheng is only seven years old this year. He is still far from the age where he can practice. We don't even know whether he will practice magic or martial arts."
"How can a child like him practice with you? And will it affect your or Su Da's cultivation?"
Yiran waved his hand and said with a smile: "It's a small matter, don't worry about it affecting me. Teaching one child is teaching, teaching two or three is also teaching."
"And who said that teaching martial arts is not a form of self-cultivation?"
Cui Wanshan felt an unspeakable joy in his heart when he looked at this young man whose cultivation talent was far above his own.
Cui Sheng also looked at the peach blossom sword on Yiran's waist with sharp eyes, and asked excitedly: "Brother Yiran, are you going to teach me how to practice swordsmanship?"
"Can I make the sword fly around too?"
Yiran pretended to smile deeply: "So can I touch your head?"
Cui Sheng walked up to Yi Ran with a smile and said boldly: "A hero also has his own master. If you respect your master, a hero will have it too! Master, you can touch it as you like."
Yiran looked into Cui Sheng's eyes, touched Cui Sheng's head with one hand, and touched the scabbard with the other hand and said slowly: "I am not your master, you only need to call me sir."
"Also, I won't teach you how to practice swordsmanship, I will teach you how to practice boxing!"
When he heard Yiran say that he would teach boxing instead of swordsmanship, Cui Sheng immediately jumped up and broke away from Yiran's hand, and returned to Cui Wanshan's side.
He grabbed Cui Wanshan's trouser leg with his left hand, pulled the bags under his eyes with his right hand and made a face, saying loudly: "Brother Yiran, you are so bad, you know how to take advantage of me."
Only people who preach scriptures and studies in the secular world will be called "sir". Cui Wanshan didn't know why Yiran thought of himself as sir, but he patted Cui Sheng's head gently. Xiao Shengsheng said more seriously: "Call sir!"
Just as Cui Sheng reluctantly called him sir, Su Da, who walked out of the bamboo house and came to the edge of the cliff, also shouted at the same time:
"gentlemen."
Yiran looked at Su Da who was feeling much better, and said solemnly: "Teachers teach people and solve problems, and those who are masters can be teachers."
"But this teacher is not that teacher. I will only bring you in. Your future practice will be entirely up to you."
"So all you have to do is call me sir."
"Also, I will start preaching for you right here tomorrow at Tatsuki!"
Cui Sheng glanced at Su Da, who was much older than him, and shouted, "I know!"
Su Da said with respect, "Okay, sir."
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