Tianyun Sect outer gate, Baizhang Peak Zhiyun Hall
"Who is that? Is there anyone here?"
Just when Qiye was feeling depressed, a girl's sweet voice suddenly came.
He looked up and saw a female disciple of a similar age to himself, wearing an outer sect robe, staring at him with her eyes wide.
The girl has two playful braids on her head, looking childish and cute. There is a naughty smile on her pink little face, which makes people want to pinch her.
A pair of clear and transparent eyes flickered, looking like a smart kid, which was very endearing.
"no one……"
The sudden inquiry made Qiye stunned for a long time before he finally answered.
"Okay, then I'll sit here!"
The girl was not polite. She stuck her butt out and sat down on a mat next to Qiye.
"Well, what's your name?" As soon as she sat down, she couldn't help but ask.
"Ah Qi." Qiye also recovered from the daze just now, straightened his posture, and said calmly.
"Oh, Ah Qi...what a random name. This is the first time I've heard of someone with this name. Is it true?"
The girl murmured while innocently trying to recall the names she had heard.
"..." Qiye looked at her expressionlessly, feeling embarrassed:
I just said it casually, there is no need for you to take it so seriously.
Moreover, the name 'Ah Qi' can be regarded as a nickname for himself in a sense.
"My name is Shan Chan. Since you are older than me, just call me "Sister Shan"!"
The girl happily patted Qiye on the shoulder, looking familiar, just like the scene when an elder sister takes in a younger brother.
"..." Qiye was stunned for a while after hearing this.
The girl in front of me looks like she is only seven years old, younger than herself. Why do I call her "sister"?
What is the logic?
He was a little confused.
"Why, you don't want to?" The girl saw Qiye's confused and reluctant look.
"Well, you are younger than me, why should I call you Sister Shan?"
Qiye couldn't help but ask.
"That's what they all call me!" the girl said with her hands on her hips.
"they are?"
"My servants!"
After hearing the answer, Qiye suddenly understood why he was called that way: it turned out that he was used to it.
After understanding the cause and effect, he realized that the young and distinctive girl in front of him was probably also a young lady from a certain family.
However, it seems that the arrogance of the eldest lady cannot be seen in her, but she seems a bit naive.
"Which family are you from?" Qiye asked intentionally or unintentionally.
The "Zuojia" girl looked proud.
"Zuo family? Never heard of it." Qiye said quickly.
"What?"
The girl looked very surprised when she saw Qiye's ignorant expression.
"Where did you come from? You haven't even heard of the Zuo family in Baiyan City? You are such a country bumpkin."
The girl had an angry look on her face, with a feeling of shock and loss.
"I just came to Baiyan City not long ago, and I have been living in a remote countryside." Qiye said calmly and casually without being angry.
"Forget it, since you are my younger brother, let me tell you about the Zuo family..."
The girl suppressed her disappointment and immediately introduced her with a cheerful expression.
During her explanation, Qiye further learned:
It turns out that the Zuo family is a family of retainers belonging to the lord of Baiyan City.
General Zuo Lan, the famous defender of Baiyan City, is the head of the Zuo family.
The girl in front of him is General Zuo Lan's third daughter - Zuo Zhi Shanchan.
Just when Zuozhi Shanchan wanted to further tell Qiye about the glorious history of the Zuo family, an elder wearing a green robe slowly walked into the hall.
The lively atmosphere in the hall immediately calmed down. Elder Qingyi climbed onto the three-meter altar and sat down safely in front of everyone.
"I, Yan Chuanzi, am the martial arts instructor for your new disciples. From today on, I will lead you on the path of Tianyun Sect's cultivation."
Yan Chuanzi looked calm.
"In the world of heaven and earth, the strong are respected. The most powerful ones are skilled in martial arts..."
After the introduction was completed, he went directly to the martial arts explanation without any nonsense. The newcomers and disciples below were all listening attentively.
Qiye in the corner was unimpressed by Elder Yan's dogmatic explanation. Martial arts was certainly important.
However, in addition to martial arts, there are many powerful skills, such as spiritual formation seals, strange scriptures and hundreds of poisons, refining medicine and making weapons, etc.
Now I have a profound understanding of cultivation:
In this world, it is right to respect strength. However, besides strength, there are other things that can restrict strength.
An immortal ancestor as strong as his master was seriously injured and trapped in the seal of the spiritual formation for life until he perished...
Thinking of the past, Qiye couldn't help but look sad. However, although he had different opinions in his heart, he did not show disdain and still listened quietly.
Although Elder Yan's remarks are controversial, most of them I feel are very useful:
For example: Regarding basic spiritual training, people generally focus on physical combat.
Since spiritual transformation cannot be achieved at the primary stage, most spiritual practitioners focus on building their physical strength at this stage.
But after reaching the war level, most people gradually gave up on physical training and turned to focus on spiritual skills.
After all, many monks fight with weapons and martial arts, and direct physical combat is rarely used.
Of course, there are also a few people who will continue to diligently cultivate their physical strength to enhance their resistance.
Qiye also feels the same way about increasing physical strength.
Having experienced the pain of flesh and blood being torn several times, he knew exactly what it meant to have a strong physical body.
Not only can it crush the opponent in terms of strength, but it is also superior in life toughness.
He vaguely felt that this kind of severe physical pain might always be with him in the future, so he should have made early plans to practice a technique to improve physical strength.
Qiye thought and listened carefully.
Zuozhi Shanchan next to him felt quite strange when he saw him so obsessed:
What Elder Yan talked about was just some well-known common sense about martial arts, so there was no need to be so intoxicated with it.
She didn't know that Qiye was just thinking about the direction of her cultivation based on the common sense taught by Elder Yan and her own experience.
…
The morning's martial arts lectures ended unknowingly. After Elder Yan left, all the disciples got up and left the hall.
"That Qimuo, where are you going this afternoon?"
Just as Qiye walked out of the hall, he heard a voice chasing him from behind.
"Qimu Mu?"
Qiye looked back with surprise, and his face was filled with black lines at this sight:
The little girl who asked her to call herself "Sister Shan" is chasing her. It seems that she gave herself the nickname without permission.
"Is there anything else?" Qiye asked calmly without getting angry.
"Qimu Mu, if you have nothing to do this afternoon, I'll accompany Sister Shan to the handyman's pavilion."
"Job Pavilion?" Qiye seemed a little strange.
"You don't even know about the Miscellaneous Services Pavilion, do you? Qimu Mu, all new disciples have to collect voluntary labor."
Zuozhi Shanchan was a little surprised. What else does this guy know?
"Oh, it seems like this..." Qiye rubbed his eyebrows, seeming to remember what Elder Shuizhi said when he joined the sect yesterday.
"Go by yourself. I still have something to do, so I won't accompany you."
With a casual message, he left without looking back.
Qiye felt that it was a bit of a headache to accompany this girl, so it was better to be alone.
"Hey, what a weirdo..." Zuo Zhi Shanchan pouted and looked at Qiye's leaving figure and sneered.
In the afternoon, Qiye came to the Assistant Pavilion halfway up Baizhang Peak.
This is a loft covering an area of several hundred square meters. The simple green tiles contrast with Cangshan Mountain, and the thick beams and columns make it look even heavier.
Walking into the Miscellaneous Services Pavilion, there was a bustling crowd of new disciples who came to collect their voluntary labor.
Looking carefully, there are many labor posts hanging around the walls:
Cleaning the Shanmen Temple, helping with the cooking, tidying up the vegetable garden, repairing the palace gate...
When he looked carefully at each one, he found that there were all kinds of mundane things. It seems that for low-level spiritual practitioners, even if they embark on the path of cultivation, they are still inevitably entangled in worldly matters.
After looking at it carefully for a while, Qiye's eyes suddenly lit up:
At the highest position on one wall, a nameplate hangs alone, with three heart-warming characters written on it:
'Medicine Keeper'
Read its introduction carefully:
It turned out that Tianyun Sect's inner gate Dantang was recruiting people to guard the medicine fields.
Although it sounds like a leisurely chore, it is extremely demanding:
The caretakers need to know hundreds of kinds of herbs, understand their pharmacology and cultivation techniques, and assist the alchemy hall to pick up the herbs when necessary.
For new disciples who have just entered the junior level, this is undoubtedly a chore that is too professional.
Because, for ordinary outer disciples, they have only seen a few medicinal materials. What's more, it is too difficult to know hundreds of medicinal properties and pharmacology.
The Inner Gate Dantang posted this chore in the Outer Gate Handyman Pavilion, which was actually a helpless move.
Although there are many inner disciples who are qualified, the inner disciples are always chasing after each other in practice. The competition is fierce and no one dares to slack off in the slightest.
Not to mention spending a lot of time tending the medicine garden.
There are few outer disciples who are qualified. In such an embarrassing situation, the nameplate of the inner sect's alchemy hall has been hanging until now.
Qiye saw that other people turned a blind eye to the nameplate, and seemed to understand how much he weighed, so no one bothered to think about it, and everyone went to find other chores within their capabilities.
Seeing this, he raised the corner of his mouth. He had already memorized the characteristics of one hundred thousand plants in the "Book of Ten Thousand Poisons and Ghosts", so this level of difficulty was naturally a piece of cake.
It’s like this chore was designed just for you.
He took off the nameplate with a jump and came to the registration office of the Miscellaneous Pavilion.
"Name?" At the counter, a lean old man asked with his pen in hand without raising his head.
"Ah Qi" Qiye said calmly.
"Certain chores?" The old man asked again as if going through a process.
"Medicine Keeper." Qiye said calmly.
"Um..." Just when he was about to write, the old man seemed to notice something strange, and the tip of his pen suddenly froze in mid-air.
"What did you say?" This time, the old man finally raised his head and asked.
"Medicine Keeper"
"Little guy, do you know the qualification requirements for this chore? You will be punished for taking random signs." The old man warned seriously.
"Of course I know, and I also have the ability." Qiye handed the nameplate to the cabinet with confidence.
