i have a fairy world

Chapter 10
"Just take it."

"New disciples, the headmaster will appoint you to enter your meditation room."

After understanding the rules.

Jiang Xuan was taken to the area where the quiet room was located.

The static room is one of the eight major rooms.

According to the words of the general affairs deacon, because it only needs to deliver meals for the elders of Qingxiu, compared to other rooms, there are not many disciples in the quiet room, including Jiang Xuan, there are only more than thirty people.

"Jiang Xuan, right?"

"I am the chief deacon of Jingfang. My surname is Huang. You can call me Deacon Huang."

people have brought.

As the deacon in charge of the quiet room, Deacon Huang led Jiang Xuan around the quiet room: "I don't ask how you came to the quiet room, nor which elders you went through, as long as you know, The quiet room is noble, ordinary people can’t get in, those who can be disciples in the quiet room, more or less have something to do with it, don’t make trouble here.”

"The disciple understands."

Jiang Xuan knew the elegant meaning after hearing the stringed songs.

"It's good to know."

"Our meditation room is a good place. Every day's work is very leisurely, and it is really a place where goodness and indisputability are not disputed."

"The hardest thing is patrolling the house and the dining room. The people in the dining room have to go down the mountain to fetch water early in the morning, and the house patrol has to patrol the mountain and guard the mountain gate."

"There is also a general affairs room."

"The disciples in the general affairs room have to do everything. They are said to be disciples, but in fact they are no different from servants. They have no time to practice at all. In our house, every disciple in the quiet room lives in a single room for two people. There is no need to use it like other rooms. Similarly, a Datong bunk that sleeps eight people is one class higher than others.”

Deacon Huang is in his 40s.

Said to be a warrior, more like a refined middle-aged Confucian scholar, with a sense of nobility and arrogance on his body.

"The disciple understands."

Jiang Xuan said again.

"I like quietness. You just need to get to know these disciples in Jingfang slowly."

Deacon Huang glanced around for a week, and finally landed on a disciple: "Hu Fei, take the new junior brother and tell him the rules of our meditation room and the mountain gate."

"Yes, Deacon."

Hu Fei is around twenty.

As thin as a hemp stick, while taking orders from Deacon Huang respectfully, while winking at Jiang Xuan, he seemed to be a relatively easy-going person.

"Disciple Jiang Xuan, I have met Senior Brother Hu Fei."

The master is the teacher.

Although Hu Fei looked younger than him, Jiang Xuan was still full of respect, because Hu Fei was the leading brother assigned to him by the sect, if he didn't get along well with him, life on the mountain would definitely be difficult.

"Don't be polite. I am not a senior brother. I am the worst mess in the whole quiet room. If I can't do it, I can't do it. If I can't keep it, I will be kicked out one day."

Everyone dispersed.

Hu Fei relaxed, and beckoned Jiang Xuan to the room: "There are actually no rules in our quiet room. You don't have to call me brother in private, just call me Hu Fei. We live in the same room, and we will live in the same room in the future. The days are long."

by talking.

Hu Fei's age is indeed young, he just passed his 20th birthday last month.

And he is different from Jiang Xuan.

He is a serious disciple of the mountain sect. When he was a child, because his family was poor, he was sold to the Baishou Palace by his parents when he was seven or eight years old.

In his words, he was an unlucky man.

The beginning is very high, I have been a Daoist for real people since I was a child, serving tea and water for six or seven years, and I am about to be 14 years old.

Good guy.

Looking at it in the morning, the real person who said that he wanted to accept him into the entrance wall yesterday, who was talking outside the words yesterday, had already sat down last night.

Hu Fei was sad.

During the funeral, I wailed loudly and fainted several times.

Maybe God can't see it.

The appearance of crying sadly left a deep impression on Duguan Zhenren, so instead of being swept into the dining room to fetch water like garbage, he entered the quiet room and got a leisure job.

"Don't look at my tender face, I have been on the mountain for more than ten years."

"You are the oldest disciple I have ever seen to enter the mountain. You can still worship the mountain in your twenties. How did you do it?"

Because it is afternoon.

Nothing to do, Hu Fei hugged a flute, lying on the bed chatting with Jiang Xuan.

"Because I am gentle, courteous and frugal, with a peaceful personality, so I can be of great use." Jiang Xuan opened his eyes and said nonsense without blushing at all.

"Gentle, respectful and thrifty!"

Hu Fei was puzzled.

Jiang Xuan didn't explain too much, because this kind of thing can't be said, and it can't be said that the current Baishou Palace is no longer good, and the discipleship is bought by him with money.

If so.

Hu Fei definitely thought he was a fool.

Because through simple contact, Jiang Xuan has already learned that Hu Fei's strength is very ordinary. Although he is in the holy place of martial arts, his strength is very ordinary. Weng.

of course.

If this kind of strength is placed in Quicksand City, the group of ordinary people who can't even afford shoes, the 20-year-old Lianpijing can also be called a third-rate master.

But this is not Quicksand City, but Baishou Palace, the Holy Land of Martial Arts.

Hu Fei is not even a sandman who can't even afford to wear shoes, but he is a disciple of the sect who has been influenced by the master since he was a child, and has learned the magic method of the sect, and has practiced it for several years. A little transparent.

"Senior brother Hu, how do you practice every day?"

Small talk.

Jiang Xuan couldn't wait to ask.

"Cultivation?"

Upon hearing this, Hu Fei's face was full of sleepiness: "Just dawdle."

"Just dawdling?" Jiang Xuan had a bad sense of déjà vu.

"I'm not very talented, and I'm not interested in fighting and killing." Hu Fei shook his head directly: "So in my opinion, the most important thing for a person is to have fun in time, enjoy life, and practice. , If you say martial arts is high, how high is considered high, are they happy?"

A question mark.

The Baishou Palace is so comfortable, does the disciple lie so flat?

Or.

The internal competition is actually quite big, but I have encountered strange things.

"Actually, I regret joining the Baishou Palace. It's not to pour cold water on you, but to practice martial arts is very dangerous. Let's say last year, the Ping'an Road of Longhua Mansion gathered a crowd to riot. The mountain gate was invited by the government to go down the mountain to encircle and suppress hundreds of disciples. .”

"How did it turn out? I was ambushed halfway, and the leader, Senior Brother Hu Yan, was stabbed more than a dozen times, and his intestines bleed all over the place. He died without even saying a last word."

Hu Fei looked like someone who came here: "Brother Huyan is not strong enough, a first-class master, a true disciple, the grass on the grave is three feet high now, look at me again, although I am not good at writing, I am not good at martial arts, because of this, I feel very nervous every day. Happiness, nothing can find me, this is peace forever."

Done.

He also warned Jiang Xuan: "The martial arts in your mind, do you come and go high and high, and you don't stay behind for thousands of miles?"

He smiled and said: "Actually, the real martial art is spreading lime, poisoning, shooting cold arrows, and burying animals in the grass to practice martial arts. I can't do it. If you want, you can introduce a few junior sisters to you. When the time comes Let's all go down the mountain to enjoy the air, visit the garden, and take a walk from the road, so you don't know me in vain."

Good guy.

Jiang Xuan was totally fooled.

He's here to practice martial arts, not to mess with someone.

You can eat, drink and have fun wherever you want, so why go all the way to Baishou Palace.

He could see it.

My senior brother leading the way is unreliable, I'm afraid he really can only lead the way, not the right way.

"Brother, I personally agree with your idea of ​​enjoying yourself in a timely manner, but I still want to try it." Jiang Xuan said tactfully: "In the sect, do you know some people who have good character, some strength, and are willing to give it a try?" Take some money and give advice to fellow brothers? If you have any, you can introduce them to me, so that I can give up."

"this."

Although Hu Fei is a mess.

But after all, he has lived on the mountain for more than ten years, and he has never eaten pork and seen pigs running, so his eyes lit up soon: "It really is."

Hu Fei beamed with joy: "I know a brother named Huangfuqi. He was born in Orion at the foot of the mountain. He is an elite disciple in the martial arts school. He has a good reputation among the disciples. Moreover, he is relatively short of money, so he often acts as a training partner for others."

Jiang Xuan became interested: "How is your strength?"

"The quasi-first-class state, in the mountain gate, is worse than those deacons and true disciples." Hu Fei hesitated: "But he has a big appetite and asks for a high price."

Jiang Xuan asked back: "How tall is it?"

Hu Fei stretched out a finger: "1000 taels of silver a month, dare to give it?"

(End of this chapter)