Need for a full-time hero

Chapter 20 One Meal a Day
After dinner, only Shen Lao, Ye Lao and Lin Mo were left in the huge living room, and the rest were busy with their own affairs. Ye Yaxin didn't want to see Lin Mo, so she ran upstairs early.

Elder Shen said that he had something important to discuss with Lin Mo, but the chat for a long time was all about asking about his special hobbies, and it only mattered what color underwear he was wearing.

It's good for me to help

"Xiao Mo, are you willing to go to Qingyunmen to practice?" Shen Yunlong asked.

"Qingyunmen?" Hearing these three words, Lin Mo became interested in an instant.

"That's right, according to the records of Qingyunmen's history, there were masters who didn't use origin qi. I don't know if it's true or not. I think it may be helpful to you, and there will be a martial arts competition in two weeks. The top three can win." Go to the Sutra Pavilion for a day, the Sutra Pavilion contains all the history books and origin qi exercises from ancient times to the present..." Old Shen explained with great interest.

A master who doesn't use source qi?

"Okay!" Lin Mo was extremely excited. He had heard about this sect a long time ago, and he wanted to go and see it for a long time, but there was no way. It happened that there was enough time in this month, and it was impossible for him to accept the task.

Looking forward to what the legendary school will look like, after all, everyone has a martial arts dream.

"well."

Shen Yunlong smiled cunningly, his precious granddaughter was there, just happened to get to know each other and enhance their relationship.

"Old man Shen, don't play tricks on me."

Ye Lao naturally saw the muddleheaded thinking of Shen Lao.

"But Grandpa Shen, how do I go to Qingyunmen?" Lin Mo looked at a loss.

"Xiao Mo, don't worry, I still have some status in the Qingyun sect..." Mr. Shen said while stroking his beard, Lin Mo didn't ask any more questions.

"Then let's go now!" Old Shen thought that Ye Chang had a lot of dreams. After a while, Old Man Ye would definitely let Xiao Lin rest for a night. What should he do if he tricked his granddaughter to seduce Lin Mo at night.

"Xiao Mo stayed for one night, it's too late now, we'll leave tomorrow morning." Ye Lao hurriedly tried to persuade him to stay, but Shen Lao guessed right.

Lin Mo naturally agreed, and he has to digest the amount of reading in his mind today. The information he has learned these days is too much than what he has learned in the past eight years. He has learned nothing in the past eight years except for cultivation.

After a sleepless night, Lin Mo closed his eyes and began to inhale the real fragrance. Since he signed up for the Hero Club, he has missed his daily physical training.

At six o'clock in the morning, Lin Mo washed up and went downstairs to eat breakfast. The bird's nest was delicious, and he was not full after eating two big pots, but Ye Yaxin stared so fiercely that his scalp became numb, otherwise Lin Mo would have to eat a few more pot.

Elder Shen left on the way because he had something to do, and arranged a special car to pick up Lin Mo early. He had already greeted Qing Yunmen last night and arranged for Lin Mo to be a disciple of the outer court.

It is enough to prove Shen Lao's personal connections, this sect's recruits are not so casually selected through careful selection.

Qingyunmen is located in the east of Jianghai City, and it is also the only sect in Jianghai City, which is little known.

After driving for about five or six hours in a commercial vehicle, I have already deviated from the urban area and entered the mountains. I saw flowers and trees in front of me. After a while, the cement road disappeared, and there were tire marks all the way on the land. Obviously this road passed by. Repeated rolling of the vehicle.

"Brother Lin, please get out of the car. I'll lead the way." The driver was about 40 years old, wearing a peaked cap, with short hair and bushy eyebrows.

Follow the driver to get out of the car. The mountain is surprisingly big and you can't see the side at a glance, but Lin Mo likes this feeling very much. It has the smell of the back mountain, the fragrance of birds and flowers, and the sound of cicadas only in this summer.

"Brother Lin, this is Qingyun Mountain." The driver pointed to a peak, the highest peak among many valleys.

"It's about two kilometers away." The driver introduced it like a professional tour guide, talking eloquently, and seemed to know Qing Yunmen well.

Walking along the path to the middle of the mountain, marble steps appeared in front of them. Two teenagers took a broom to sweep the fallen leaves. They swept from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain every day, and accumulated the fallen leaves as firewood.

The registered disciples of Qing Yun Sect, doing miscellaneous things every day, dreaming that one day they can become disciples of the outer court to practice, most of them are ordinary people whose light source qi has not reached the lower level of the yellow rank.

Going one kilometer further up, I saw three big characters—Qingyunmen, like flying dragons and phoenixes, vigorous and powerful, and the ancient stone tablet seems to be a few years old.

The driver wearing a peaked cap was sweating profusely and panting heavily. He looked at Lin Mo with a surprised face. He was surprised that the latter did not take a breath. If you say that this is an uphill slope of [-] degrees for two kilometers, He has been doing it for decades, but he is sweating profusely every time.

Although Qingyunmen looks very big, there are surprisingly few people. This surprised Lin Mo. The open space in front of him looks like a square. He thought he could see many disciples practicing and learning from each other. Who knew that there were only a few here and there The disciples are taking a walk, really leisurely.

"Uncle Liu, you're back!" A young boy of twelve or thirteen suddenly ran out in the distance, not very tall and full of childishness.

"Did Xiaofei miss me? Nuo, I brought you a souvenir from Jianghai City." The driver who led the way threw away his backpack.

"Uncle Master?"

This really surprised Lin Mo. He didn't expect that the driver who led the way turned out to be a disciple of Qingyunmen, and it seemed that his position was not small.

"Who is this?" the boy named Xiao Fei asked.

"Elder Shen personally recommended Lin Mo to join our Qingyun Sect." Uncle Liu introduced.

"Hi Lin Mo, my name is Hong Fei." The boy named Hong Fei raised his right hand politely.

"Hello." Lin Mo naturally raised his hand to say hello.

Hong Fei was sent to an orphanage when he was born as an orphan. Uncle Liu abandoned him when he was on a mission by accident, and brought him back to Qingyunmen after hearing about his background.

What Lin Mo didn't expect was that even though he thought that Grandpa Shen had a strong relationship, he never thought that he was the elder of Qingyun Sect.

It should be proved that a person with strength always hides his secrets, and those without strength will show off everywhere.

It's different to have an elder's recommendation. You can do everything quickly. I didn't expect to be able to open the back door once.

The outer courtyard of Qingyunmen is a large and small courtyard, the living area of ​​ordinary disciples.

Under the leadership of Uncle Liu, Lin Mo walked into a courtyard with a room, although it was simple and simple, it was quite old.There is a strong ancient atmosphere, all of which are wooden tables and chairs that have experienced many winds and frosts, which have a special flavor.

Unexpectedly, there are such ancient houses in modern cities, Lin Mo thought, this house can only be seen on TV.

"Lin Mo, according to the requirements of Qingyun Sect, every disciple of the outer courtyard has to get up at five o'clock in the morning to go to the square for morning class. You must remember this. If you are late three times, you will be expelled from Qingyun Sect."

"There are many places in the sect that you can't go to. You should know this yourself. You can arrange the rest of the time as you like. There will be a sect competition two weeks later. The top three will be able to enter the Sutra Pavilion."

Uncle Liu didn't think Lin Mo could win, but he kindly reminded him that after all, all the disciples of Qingyun Sect yearned for the Sutra Pavilion, and they were lucky enough to learn powerful exercises.

"By the way, I almost forgot. I give you this map of Qingyunmen. You can't go to the crossed place. Other places are fine. It's getting late, so go to bed early." Uncle Liu pointed to some parts of the map patiently. Show Lin Mo the place.

"Understood, Uncle Liu."

Now the sects are really developed, they all use maps.

"Uncle Liu, don't our schools have uniform robes and clothes?" Lin Mo couldn't help but ask.

"No, it's so old." Uncle Liu didn't take it seriously. This kind of question has been asked before.

Sure enough, it's completely different from the school he imagined. It stands to reason that he should be wearing a long robe with a Daogu fairy style. Flying with a sword is very pretentious.

Farewell to Uncle Liu, Lin Mo is even more confused, it seems that there is nothing to join the sect, and he has to go to morning classes every day. Isn't this disturbing his physical training? I can only practice half of it in the future.

After practicing all night, he got up early and walked to Qingyunmen Square, where many disciples sat cross-legged and listened to the morning class.

"peace in the heart…"

"Origin Qi returns to one..."

It turned out to be broadcasting!
Lin Mo was taken aback. He thought it was like in ancient novels, where the strongest person in the sect personally taught everyone the invincible exercises, but he didn't expect it to be broadcast!Can't I listen to this radio when I go back to my house?

The disciples were running their Genesis Qi to lay the foundation for a new day. Lin Mo was the only one who sat quietly, without any fluctuations of Genesis Qi around him, as if he was asleep.

All the disciples looked at Lin Mo in surprise. This kid was dozing off in the morning class, and he was an unfamiliar face.

Lin Mo was feeling very tormented at this time. He went to this damn place early in the morning for morning class and didn't even have breakfast. Now he was a little nostalgic for potatoes. Thinking about eating more than a dozen big potatoes every morning, his saliva flowed unconsciously.

Moreover, he has been used to practicing alone for so many years, and he is really not used to nesting with a group of people. It doesn't matter if he is surrounded by beautiful women, so many big men leaning together is like sitting on pins and needles.

"Goo...coo coo." His stomach rumbled.

The surrounding disciples cast strange gazes one after another.

"Excuse me, when will I have breakfast?" Lin Mo asked the disciple next to him, but the latter didn't answer him. Lin Mo asked repeatedly until the disciple thought he was bored. "There is no breakfast, only one meal at noon every day."

What?There is only one meal a day, and Lin Mo's world has collapsed. If he eats one meal a day, he will be hungry and crazy. I don't know if there are potatoes on the mountains here, so he must look for them.

The morning class lasted for an hour, and the disciples went back to practice. Lin Mo was becoming more and more speechless about this sect, and he was simply a freelancer.

"Hey, Brother Lin Mo, are you used to living here?"

When Lin Mo was walking on the road, he ran into Hong Fei whom he met yesterday. The latter was a talker, he had endless things to say to Lin Mo, and asked what was in the city below the mountain.

"Is it okay, Xiao Fei, do we only have one meal a day?" Hong Fei was much younger than Lin Mo, so Lin Mo naturally called him by his nickname.

"Yeah, I couldn't accept it when I first came here, but I gradually got used to it."

"Is there no teacher?"

"Yes, there will be in the inner sect...it should be." In fact, he didn't know the sect at all, so there was no teacher to teach him. Qingyun sect taught all the exercises. The unique ones are all in the Sutra Pavilion.

"How can I become an inner disciple?" Lin Mo asked.

"It's easy to say, but it's also difficult to say. Every disciple from the outer court can go to the chapel once a week to challenge the disciples from the inner sect. As long as they win, they can become inner disciples. The losers will naturally fall to us." An ordinary disciple."

"Hey, but it's not easy." Hong Fei sighed, looking like an adult.

Lin Mo couldn't see that the young man was talking in such an old voice.

(End of this chapter)