Elder Chen said in a deep voice: "Although Li Changsheng has not completed the test content, he is determined and has some merits. According to the rules, this person cannot enter our Yunmeng Sect. However, I think this person has a trace of immortality, but His qualifications are too poor. This is also the result of our sect's negligence and failure to detect it in time. It is better to give this boy a chance and accept him as a registered disciple. If he cannot achieve success in cultivating immortals, he can go to the secular world to take care of the outside. How are the disciples' daily lives?"
After hearing this, several elders nodded. Seeing that the elders agreed, Elder Chen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking silently: "This is an explanation for that man."
It turned out that Li Changsheng's third uncle did not hesitate to dedicate a precious century-old herb and a mysterious black iron piece to Elder Chen in order to allow Li Changsheng to stay in Yunmeng Sect.
This black iron block is a rare item, extremely hard. It was accidentally obtained by Uncle San in the blacksmith shop. It also has some ancient incomprehensible characters on it. The third uncle once tried various methods to smelt this piece of iron, but it never moved. The third uncle realized that this piece of iron must be a treasure and has kept it to this day. Now, thanks to Elder Chen, Elder Chen can speak for Li Changsheng today.
The next day, Li Changsheng sent his parents down the mountain with their expectations and blessings. Li Changsheng already knew that he was a registered disciple of Yunmeng Sect. Although this was just the beginning, he knew he had taken an important step.
However, just when Li Changsheng entered the mountain gate, a young man in black suddenly appeared in front of him. The young man looked at Li Changsheng, frowned and asked, "Are you the Li Changsheng who disappeared during the examination and then became a registered disciple inexplicably?"
Li Changsheng did not answer, he just looked at the young man in black quietly. A trace of displeasure flashed across the young man's face, and he said coldly: "How rude! You will chop wood and carry water from now on. This is your identity card." As he said that, he threw a wooden sign to Li Changsheng.
Then, the young man pointed to a small road ahead and continued: "The hut at the end of this road is your residence, and someone will tell you about the others." After saying that, he glared at Li Changsheng, then turned and left.
Along a winding mountain road, Li Changsheng soon arrived at the place where the registered disciple lived. Here is a simple thatched house that looks a bit shabby.
At the steward's place, Li Changsheng received the items belonging to the registered disciples. These are just some of the most basic daily necessities, including quilts and clothes. Although they are very simple, they are enough for him.
Li Changsheng returned to his thatched house, which was a very simple little house. There were only two beds, two quilts, a table, four stools, and a few clothes hanging on the wall. Apart from that, there is nothing else.
Not long after Li Changsheng sat down, a young man with dark skin and a tired face opened the door of the thatched house and walked in. When he saw Li Changsheng, he was stunned for a moment, and then a friendly smile appeared on his face.
The young man cupped his fists towards Li Changsheng and said, "My name is Zhang Han. Nice to meet you." Although his voice was a little hoarse, it was full of enthusiasm.
Upon seeing this, Li Changsheng stood up and responded with a smile: "I have met Brother Zhang. My name is Li Changsheng." He also knew that he and Zhang Han were only registered disciples and had not officially entered the school, so they could not be called senior brothers and junior brothers. Only when they enter the first level of Qi Condensation and become true outer disciples can they enjoy this title.
Li Changsheng took out some food from the package and handed it to Zhang Han. The two began to talk.
During the conversation, Li Changsheng learned that there are four levels of disciples in the sect, namely registered disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples and core disciples. The colors of the clothes worn by disciples at each level are also different, which are black, gray, cyan and white. And the black clothes they are wearing now are the symbol of registered disciples.
Zhang Han sighed and said: "Registered disciples actually serve the outer disciples. Most of our time is spent on various chores. The time that can be used for cultivation every day is pitiful, and the spiritual energy here is also very Thin, almost negligible.”
He looked up and continued: "The spiritual energy is gathered in high places, and we registered disciples are not allowed to go up. We can only move in the area of registered disciples, unless summoned by a high-level person or have a mission, we will not be allowed to go up. Allowed to go up. You will know tomorrow.”
"By the way, Li Changsheng, has the steward arranged for you to do anything?" Zhang Han suddenly asked.
Li Changsheng replied: "The steward asked me to chop wood and carry water."
Zhang Han was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said, "You must have offended someone. How can you find the time to practice when I arrange these two jobs for you?"
Li Changsheng was also confused. He didn't seem to know a few people from the Yunmeng Sect. After thinking for a long time, he didn't think of anyone he had offended. He simply lay down to rest and no longer thought about these things.
