Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 5 Huashan Outer Gate
Huang Lin followed a group of children, led by an inner disciple in front, into a huge canyon.

It was a densely packed building complex, and there were already many people inside. Some wore their own clothes, and some wore uniforms. It was probably the clothes of the outer gate of Huashan. He had seen several inner gates. Everyone knows the same person, and their clothes are different.

Feng Qingzhang belonged to the generation of Qing characters. At that time, the clothes he wore were light ink, with white embellishments.

Ning Bumu, Yao Buliang, Lou Bulan, and those who led the way, including other Huashan disciples seen on the road, all wore moon-white costumes with light ink as decorations, just the opposite of those of the Qing generation.

Those uniformly dressed people in front of them were all dressed in navy blue, probably the clothes of outer disciples.

And the rest of them who are messy and casually dressed should be "freshmen" who have not been issued "school uniforms" just like themselves.

When we came to a large hall, we lined up and went in one by one, but no one came out.

When it was Huang Lin's turn, he went in and saw several inner disciples inside, one of whom he still knew, so he couldn't help but say:
"Young man Ning?"

Ning Bumu was talking about something with his side and fellow students, when he heard the words, he turned his head and looked over, thought for a while, and remembered.

"It's you, little Qilin from the Changfeng Escort Bureau, since you've entered the mountain, call me senior brother!"

Ning Bumu wanted to call him by his full name, but for a moment he couldn't remember his surname. He just remembered that his uncle asked "Qilin's Lin" and praised the child, so he called him Little Qilin.

"Huang Lin thanked Senior Brother Ning."

Just now at the mountain gate, Lou Bulan didn't call him his junior, so it can be seen that what Wang Jiufeng said is right, the outer disciples can only be regarded as reserve, now that Ning Bumu recognizes him as his junior, he has to hang up quickly.

Ning Bumu nodded, turned to the person next to him and said:
"Junior Brother Zhao, let me come with this kid. I met Uncle Feng before going down the mountain."

Junior Brother Zhao nodded when he heard the words, and walked to the side.

"Junior Brother Huang, you must not know what this is for, do you?"

"Senior Brother Ning, please tell me, Junior Brother is indeed very curious."

Huang Lin cupped his hands and asked.

"This is to find out the writing skills of the newly recruited disciples, so that we can arrange the teaching in a unified way later. Can Junior Brother Huang know how to read?"

"So that senior brother Ning can know that junior has only studied "Hundred Surnames", "Thousand Character Classic", "Three Character Classic" and "Analects of Confucius", and now he has to stop his studies in order to go to Mount Hua."

The few inner disciples next to him didn't think much of it. The information showed that they were 11 years old, and it was not surprising that they had learned "The Analects of Confucius".

Later, Ning Bumu took a test and found that he could read, write and memorize, so after filling out the information, he was asked to leave through the back door on the left, where someone arranged for him.

After bidding farewell to Ning Bumu, Huang Lin learned under the guidance of an inner disciple outside the back door that if he was not good at reading, he would go to the other side and study literature first.

Walking along the stone road to a martial arts training ground, I received the dormitory number and "school uniform" from an inner disciple brother, and after confirming the general direction of the dormitory, practice room, martial arts arena, cafeteria and other places, I went straight to the dormitory.

The men's dormitory at the outer gate of Huashan, yes, the dormitory is divided into men and women.In front of Huang Lin is a large area of ​​slightly old low-rise houses. Huang Lin looked all the way, counting the surplus over the years, there are at least two to three thousand people in this outer sect. I don’t know how many there are on the mountain. Living, the cost should be expensive.

But this was not something he considered. After finding his dormitory, he opened the door and entered.

In a small room, there are two beds divided into left and right sides, placed against the corner of the wall. There is a cabinet next to the bed for storing personal items, and a desk is placed in the corner near the door. The space seems a bit cramped.

At this time, there was a little fat man sitting at the table in the room, he didn't know what he was gnawing on, and when he heard the door being pushed, he turned his head and looked over. There was still a bone in his mouth, which looked like wings.

Huang Lin ignored him, nodded and walked to the other side, throwing the burden on the bed.

The little fat man stopped gnawing on his wings, wiped his hands and said as he walked:

"Brother, my name is Qian Duoduo, I am 10 years old, born in January"

Huang Lin was stunned for a moment, with an inexplicable sense of sight.

"Helium lithium beryllium boron?"

"??? Brother, what are you talking about?"

The little fat man had a question mark on his face, maybe this roommate has a problem with his head.

"It's nothing. I was thinking about something just now. I am 11 years old and born in Dongyue. Let me call you brother."

Huang Lin's disappointed eyes flashed past, leaning on the cabinet, looking at the little fat man with a smirk on his face.

Qian Duoduo, I’m afraid it will be called Qian Not Much in the future. Thinking of this, we have to call Huang Bulin?Not working?Breen?

"Oh, hello, brother."

Qian Duoduo had a painful expression on his face, and now he felt that the chicken wings he ate were not tasty.

Huang Lin ignored him, packed up his change of clothes, and went out to familiarize himself with the surroundings.

After walking around, I probably got some new news. Looking at the sky, I felt that it was almost time for dinner. I thought that I just met a junior today, so I walked to the dormitory, so I turned a corner.

Outer disciples like Huang Lin who have a foundation in literacy will be taught by uncles of the Qing Dynasty after the recruitment is complete.

But I don’t come up to teach Huashan swordsmanship and mind skills. I usually teach the basic movements of swordsmanship first, such as stabbing, chopping, teasing, wiping, etc., and then I will teach some simple meridians. It's almost done, you can apply to the teacher uncle for the next step.

The next step is to learn the Huashan sword technique and mind technique.

Huang Lin was still thinking a little bit wrong, he only knew that he would not learn martial arts first, but he didn't expect to be able to practice basic moves, and the matter has come to this point, he can only take it step by step.

When the little fat man saw Huang Lin calling him to eat, his reluctance disappeared at last, and he yelled one by one senior brother very smoothly.

Today is also the first time in two lifetimes for Huang Lin to call someone a senior brother. It is very fresh. When he was with Ning Bumu before, he did not dare to be presumptuous and was a little restrained. Now he will relax and see that the little fat man has a familiar temperament.

"Let's go, senior brother treats you to dinner today." It was very similar to when he first entered college.

"Thank you, senior brother. Junior brother Ming'er is here to invite you." Although the little fat man is young, he is also a fastidious person, and he presumably learned it from the adults at home.

Huang Lin couldn't help sighing that it was cheap for less than a hundred coins for a meal, but the copper coins in his arms were really heavy!
When leaving Xi'an, my elder brother stuffed ten pieces of gold leaves and gave him some broken silver. When the second uncle sent him out from Huayin, he also stuffed them with gold leaves and broken silver. He had no copper coins at all.

Thinking that he took about 2 taels of silver to buy a bill for a hundred Wen just now, the outer brother on duty didn't say anything, and found some broken silver and two strings of copper coins for him, but he felt very embarrassed.

I didn't go out much in Xi'an before, and occasionally I wanted to buy something, just greet Uncle Fu.

In the next few days, Huang Lin became more familiar with the environment outside the school, and occasionally went to the "previous senior brother" to take classes, but he really couldn't understand.

Finally, the recruitment of apprentices was over, and all the newcomers were called to the largest practice field in the canyon. Huang Lin glanced at it, and there were about 2000 people. A person came, stepped on the flagpole along the way, flew all the way, walked to the high platform in front of the training ground, turned up, and then landed lightly on the high platform. It was an old man dressed in light black, with a stern face.

"Wow"

The boys and girls on the training ground were in an uproar, even Huang Lin's eyes lit up, and the little fat man next to him was even drooling.They all came to Huashan to learn martial arts, and most of them had dreams of flying around in their hearts. Now that they saw it with their own eyes, they all screamed excitedly.

"Mute"

The sound is not loud, but it seems to be echoing in the ears.

"Old Master Huashan Elder Yuan Qingming."

After seeing the silence below, Yuan Qingming continued:
"Maybe you think that after entering this gate, you are a disciple of Huashan? You can call the people in the gate brother brothers? This is delusion!"

There was a commotion below, and the boys and girls standing below were whispering to each other.

"Quiet!"

"My Huashan does not support idlers. Those who are able go up, and those who are mediocre go down. You can only be regarded as my disciples of Huashan. In the future, someone will teach you how to read and teach you the basics of martial arts. Can you become my real disciple of Huashan?" , becoming a hero admired by the world depends on your own efforts."

"That's all the old man said, listen to the specific things later!"

After Yuan Qingming finished speaking, he flew away with a "whoosh". Several people in light black costumes looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally pushed a slightly younger person up to arrange the following matters.

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It was similar to the speeches given by the school leaders in the past, they all took turns.
Finally, when the last one finished speaking, the people below scattered away.

Huang Lin walked to the dormitory in thought, the little fat man followed behind and looked around.

In Huang Lin's view, the Huashan Outer School is the same as the later colleges and universities, except for the difference in age and subjects. Martial arts classes in the morning, homework in the afternoon, and three meals in the cafeteria. If you want to eat late at night, you can also pay for it That's fine, and it's divided into classes. If you can't keep up with the progress, you can change shifts by yourself. You don't need to apply, and you are very free.

At present, their courses are basic sword style and meridians and pulse recognition. After finishing the study, apply for assessment, and then they can go to learn Huashan sword method and heart method, which is equivalent to graduation from the first grade.

This is very familiar to him, and he looks like an 11-year-old kid, who is not conspicuous among many children and can develop wretchedly.

Tomorrow he will be able to touch the basic sword style. He is full of yearning, but he is not complacent. For those children who have already practiced the basic sword style, he is just a newcomer, and everything will depend on what happens next.

the next day, early morning

Huang Lin called the little fat man and went to the training ground together.

He took a wooden sword beside him, and randomly chose a venue with few people.

The ones who teach them the basic sword style here are the inner disciples of the "Bu" generation.Outer disciples have no seniority, only after entering the inner sect will they be bestowed with seniority by the inner sect.

"My name is Chang Buyin. I was also a disciple of the outer sect back then. I was lucky enough to be regarded as a disciple by my master. I joined the inner sect. I will teach you the basic sword style."

Sitting upright on the stage was an eighteen or nineteen-year-old boy, probably himself a little nervous, and his speech was a bit intermittent.

"Brother, can you teach us the Huashan Sword Art?"

"Brother, I want to learn Qingfeng swordsmanship."

"Brother, what do you say is the most powerful martial arts?"

Huang Lin looked around boredly just now, as if he saw a familiar figure, he turned to look at the little fat man and said:

"Money is the most powerful thing. There is nothing that can't be done with money, unless there is not enough money!"

"Wow, what brother said makes sense, it's exactly what I thought."

Qian Duoduo smiled like a fool.

There was a shout from the side.
"The Five Hegemons Swords are the most powerful."

"You're talking nonsense, my family's demon stick is the best."

Chang Bu was at a loss for a moment because of looking at the chaotic people below, so he could only use his inner strength under his feet and stomp lightly.

With a sound of "bang", the stage was filled with dust, and seeing that it was quieter below, he continued:
"Okay, don't talk too much, all martial arts moves start from the foundation, and the foundation is not strong. Whether it is sword moves, knife techniques, stick techniques, etc., they are all castles in the air. I will teach you sword techniques in the future. Only when you have mastered the basic moves, can you apply to learn the more profound Huashan martial arts."

Based on the idea that I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed, Chang Buyin started teaching after speaking on the dusty stage for a while.

"Now I will teach you the basic thirteen moves, listen carefully."

He stretched out his right hand, and someone handed him a long sword.

"All sword moves in the world, broken down, are all wrong"

　In the Ming Dynasty, the conversion of the currency ratio and the system of measurement was really troublesome. After much deliberation, Mr. Code Words decided it by himself, and it probably appeared less later.

　　The unit of weight here is decimal, one catty = ten taels = one hundred coins
　　Currency conversion is based on the thousand base system in the early Ming Dynasty, one tael of silver = thousand copper coins, one tael of gold = thousand taels of silver
　　
　
(End of this chapter)