MTL - The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path-Chapter 140 Qinglu

April 27.

On this day, something else happened.

Lingsu said that the master and newly-disciplined disciples have passed the assessment and formally worshipped in my sword court. The disciples and the elders are waiting in the hall.

The rules of the sword court, every new disciple is a named disciple, remembered in the name of a highly qualified master, uncle, elder and even the master. After registering, in addition to learning the basic exercises and sword strokes, most of them took the initiative to learn the martial arts of the named master, and in the future they might become disciples and be taught by the master.

——Another part of the disciples did not want to have a master's biography, but realized it by themselves, so it is another matter. The classics in the library are so numerous that they have worked hard for their predecessors.

Today is the day when the disciples are assigned to a named master. It is called an "introductory ceremony." Most disciples have selected the master to follow during the three-year assessment, so the ceremony is not long, just a form.

Lin Shu came to the main hall, the elders sat under the main seat of the main hall, and the new disciples stood neatly in the main hall, led by a few brothers and sisters.

Seeing Lin Shulai, the disciples saluted together: "Meet the Lord."

The six elders smiled.

Xu is because of his young age. Although these elders treat him with respect, they are more caring.

After Lin Shu was seated in the central seat, the introductory ceremony began. There is no red tape, just the disciples explain their knowledge of kendo, three years of martial arts perception, if a master wants to put it under the door, he will ask a few specific questions, and then logically into the door.

Some of these disciples are peerless geniuses that the special elders have searched for in the world, some are stubbornly stepping on their heads, climbing up to nine thousand long steps, and their children are determined and far superior to ordinary people. People want disciples.

Lin Shu watched the disciples quietly from above.

In his last life, about the Jiange has fallen, he has never performed such a formal worship service.

But his old man, despite his mediocre swordsmanship, is indeed a good master.

The main hall at that time was a bit more rundown than it is now, and the middle hall was very deserted. When the night was quiet, you could meditate in the main hall and hear the sound of your own heartbeat.

This is also the case for the prosperity and decline of the world. Xianmen like Jiange will gradually disappear and fall, let alone the bustling people under the mountain.

A moment of silence brought him back, and saw a young disciple standing upright in the middle of the hall.

This young man has good facial features, but will not leave a deep impression. Lin Shu only felt familiar and thought about it before he remembered that it was exactly three years ago when he was on his way back to Jiange. Mai boy.

Originally, after explaining his kendo sentiment, Master would ask questions and put him under the door.

But no one asked him questions.

He stood in the center like that, bowed his head slightly, and looked a little uneasy.

The needle was heard in the hall. After a long time, an elder asked, "Why did you learn sword?"

The boy said, "I ... nowhere to go."

The elder sighed softly.

Lin Shu knew the reason for the sigh.

There are many reasons to learn swords in Jiange.

You can learn the sword for the sake of the Tao, you can learn the sword for the martial arts, you can learn the sword for the sword.

I can't, because I have no choice but to learn swords.

In other words, when you first entered the sword hall, you could learn swords because you had no choice but to hold the sword for three years. It would be a bit wrong to say so.

——To learn the sword today because of the lack of a way, the elders do not like such people in the future.

The elder's sigh almost gave up the disciple.

The hall was empty and empty, only this fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy bit his lips slightly, revealing a little embarrassment and sorrow in the eyes of everyone.

This embarrassment and ignorance somehow suddenly touched some of Lin Shu's memories in the void, and at the moment when his mind moved a little, he met the young man's eyes.

It was still that simple hot yearning, exactly the same as when climbing the nine thousand long steps.

He heard himself asking, "Why nowhere to go?"

The young man's tone of voice was a bit more unstable than when he faced the elders, saying, "Back to the Lord, I didn't have any relatives or friends, nor did I want to do anything. I didn't want to live, but just wanted to come to the sword Pavilion ... and try. ... "

He paused and lowered his head: "I was on the steps and couldn't hold on, but you Lord ... looked at me, and ... nodded to me, I thought, if I later Can be a person like the patron ... "

He said that his voice was gradually muted, and it took a while to return to normal: "I don't want to go elsewhere."

After hearing this, the disciples changed a little, and all of them were watching him, making his head lower even more.

Lin Shu did not expect that he would inadvertently insert a willow, but this disciple who was not supposed to be in the sword court went to the sword court.

Since then, the boy has not wanted to go elsewhere, which is also his fault.

He said, "You stay."

The disciple opened his eyes in disbelief, then his voice trembled: "Thank you very much, Master!"

Lin Shu was a little stunned for a while, thinking that he had a day called Master.

This was a misunderstanding, but he thought that it was always a pity that he did not serve Master in his last life. He accepted a disciple today to fulfill his responsibility as a master, and it was also a cause and effect.

Lingsu led the young boy down until the end of the ceremony, Lin Shu went to practice his sword, and then ended his practice. At night, he brought him up again.

The teenager was a little cramped.

Lin Shu is also on official business, asking, "What's your name?"

The teenager seemed a little embarrassed and said, "Gourd."

Lin Shu's action was paused.

The old man of his own family, the Taoist is Hulu Taoist.

Is there any fixed number in the world?

But when I think about it, it ’s always casual to choose a name in the world, such as the brothers Li Ji Mao Li Ya Mao, and there are a lot of them called "gourds", maybe just coincidence.

But the name Hulu, after all, is indecent and needs to be renamed.

Jiange has been a generation for 20 years. This generation is lower than Yun Lan's generation, with the word "Qing" as the first word.

Lin Shudao: "Your name is Qinglu."

Qing Lu's eyes brightened and he said, "Thank you Master for your name."

Lin Shu glanced over him and looked out the window.

Today is April 27th, the day the Dawu said.

He stared into the vast night sky, trying to find a few moths, but unsuccessfully, he felt like a big witch donkey.

Qing Lu asked: "Master?"

Lingsu whispered: "The Lord always has to meditate and don't bother."

Qing Lu: "Oh ..."

At this moment, the southern seven places, the Suzaku bit, suddenly shined brightly.