si-mexico Chapter 120 Officially Entering the Sect to Practice
Chapter 120 Officially Entering the Sect to Practice
After the bell of Yin hour rang melodiously, Xu Wan and everyone gathered in the wide square.
At this time, Jin Xi ran to Xu Wan like a happy little bird, her face filled with excitement. She took Xu Wan's hand and said, "Aunt, I started my first day of training at Guiyan Pavilion yesterday. I was really happy!"
Xu Wan leaned over gently, touched Jin Xi's head, and said with a smile, "As long as you are happy, go and stand in line.
You and I are not from the same school. Stand where you should be. Morning exercises are about to begin."
As the bell rang again, announcing the successful completion of morning exercises, it was now quietly entering the hour of Mao.
Bathed in the morning light, the disciples of various sects returned to the school filled with an ancient atmosphere with brisk steps.
They opened the cultivation texts with great anticipation and began to devote themselves wholeheartedly to the new day's cultivation.
After six long and unbearable months, the boring and tedious assessment period finally came to an end.
During these six months, every day was like copy and paste, with nothing new to say.
Starting from the hour of Yin, when the sky just starts to turn pale, the ten disciples must gather in the square and begin morning exercises.
Their figures stretched out in the morning light, and every movement seemed so mechanical and stereotyped.
However, this is their daily compulsory homework, regardless of rain or shine.
Then, when the hour of Mao arrived, they began to recite the sect rules again.
Three hours might seem like a long time to most people, but to them, it seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.
Every word of the sect's rules was engraved in their hearts and became the guiding principle for their future actions.
After finishing the recitation, they have to meditate for three hours, concentrating their minds and practicing internal skills.
During this process, they need to put aside all distractions and focus on the flow of qi in their bodies.
At noon, they finally had a chance to take a break and enjoy a spiritual fruit.
The fragrance of the spiritual fruit filled their mouths, bringing a hint of coolness and strength to their bodies.
However, this break was not long, only half a quarter of an hour.
After a rest, they started working again. They needed to tie ten spiritual herbs together with ribbons.
This is a seemingly simple but actually tedious job that requires great patience and carefulness.
And they must complete the task of planting 10,000 plants before the class ends at midnight.
Finally, the six-month probation period is over.
With their unyielding perseverance and unremitting efforts, the ten novice disciples successfully passed the assessment and officially became disciples of Lingshan Academy.
At this moment, their hearts are filled with joy and pride, because they know that this is just a new beginning and the road ahead is still very long.
On the solemn and towering platform, four awe-inspiring clan leaders sat steadily, their eyes as sharp as torches.
At this time, Sect Master Chen Xuan slowly stood up and said loudly to the ten disciples on the stage who were excited and standing tall, "Congratulations! After six months of hard assessment, you have finally officially become disciples of Lingshan Academy.
From today on, you will practice diligently under the tutelage of each major sect leader."
Sect Master Chen Xuan looked at the disciples in front of him with a deep gaze, and said to Xuan Qing in a steady and powerful voice: "Xuan Qing, you are gifted and have a firm heart.
You will follow Master Jiuyang to the Jiuyang Divine Sect and study the supreme Dao in depth, hoping to achieve great success in the future."
Then, he turned his gaze to Mu Qing, Lin Feng, Chu Feng, and Mu Shaoxuan, and said with a hint of expectation: "And the four of you, each of you has your own strengths, and you are all very talented in swordsmanship.
Therefore, you will follow Jun Yan to Tian Yan Sect, which is a sacred place for sword cultivators and will surely help you improve your swordsmanship to a higher level."
Afterwards, Sect Master Chen Xuan turned his gaze to his four disciples, Jin Xi, Wei Ranzhu, Liu Xiaohan, and Si Yao, his eyes full of love and concern: "As for the four of you, follow Fairy Shuangyue to Wuji Sect.
Shuangyue is not only an exceptional swordsman, but also proficient in alchemy and medicine. I believe that under her guidance, you will be able to develop comprehensively and become truly powerful. "
Upon hearing this, the nine disciples nodded, their eyes flashing with longing and determination for the future.
They each followed the footsteps of their respective sect leaders and embarked on the journey to their respective academies.
However, among this group of disciples, there was one person standing alone on the high platform, facing Sect Master Chenxuan. That was Xu Wan.
She bowed slightly, and asked with a hint of doubt and expectation in her voice, "Then, foster father, should I go with you to the inner hall to practice?"
Upon hearing this, Sect Master Chen Xuan smiled slightly, his eyes full of doting: "Xiao Wan, it would be good for you to practice by your father's side.
I will personally guide you, so that you can avoid detours on the path of cultivation and become a truly powerful person as soon as possible."
Xuanqing followed the True Man Jiuyang, walked through the misty bluestone path, and came step by step to the legendary Jiuyang Divine Sect.
This is a holy place surrounded by immortal spirit, filled with the faint fragrance of plants and the quiet rhythm of Taoism.
All around him were disciples dressed in plain Taoist robes. Some were young, some were old, but all were sitting cross-legged, eyes closed, concentrating, muttering to themselves, as if they were performing some mysterious ritual.
True Man Jiuyang raised his hand slightly and pointed to an empty cushion. Above the cushion, sunlight filtered through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows.
"Xuanqing, please sit down."
His voice was gentle yet powerful, as if it contained some unspeakable power.
Upon hearing this, Xuanqing bowed slightly, clasped his hands together, and his eyes were full of gratitude.
"Thank you for the seat, Master."
He said softly, then slowly sat down, feeling an inexplicable excitement and anticipation in his heart.
Upon seeing this, True Man Jiuyang smiled slightly, then turned around and ordered his servants to fetch the talisman paper and writing brush that had been prepared long ago.
The servant moved quickly and respectfully presented the requested items in a short while.
"Xuanqing,"
True Man Jiuyang's eyes were deep, and his tone was solemn, "Today, I will personally teach you how to draw talismans."
When Xuanqing heard this, he was shocked, and then a look of joy appeared on his face.
"Thank you, Masato!"
He thanked her again, his voice full of sincerity and awe.
He knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime learning opportunity for him.
True Man Jiuyang picked up the talisman brush, lightly dipped it in ink, and then began to smoothly outline on the talisman paper.
His movements were skillful and graceful, and every stroke contained profound Taoist meaning and magical power.
Xuanqing watched the real person's every move intently, afraid of missing any details.
Hidden within the Tianyan Sect is a quiet and mysterious valley, which seems like a paradise, isolated from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
In the valley, exotic flowers and plants are everywhere, colorful and emitting a faint fragrance, which is refreshing.
Rows of ancient trees with lush branches and leaves add a touch of simplicity and vicissitudes to this land.
In this peaceful valley, Mu Qing, Lin Feng, Chu Feng, and Mu Shaoxuan held ancient swords in their hands, with the swords flashing with cold light. They were carefully selected and given to them by their master Jun Yan.
These four ancient swords not only represent their identities, but also carry Jun Yan's expectations and teachings for them.
At this time, Jun Yan was standing in front of them with a solemn expression, teaching the essence of kendo.
Each of his movements was smooth and powerful, and the tip of his sword drew graceful arcs in the air, as if telling ancient and legendary stories.
In the valley, in addition to Mu Qing and the other three, there were many disciples of Jun Yan who were practicing.
They were either standing or sitting, still or moving, each immersed in the world of cultivation.
Sometimes someone would leap up, their sword flashing like lightning, cutting through the sky, demonstrating their superb swordsmanship.
Jun Yan's eyes swept over everyone, sometimes nodding in approval, sometimes frowning slightly, as if he was thinking about how to better guide them.
He knew very well that the road of kendo was long and arduous, requiring constant sharpening and persistence.
In this valley filled with spiritual energy, Jun Yan and his disciples are pursuing the true meaning of kendo.
They support each other, make progress together, and write their own legendary chapters on this peaceful land.
And those ancient swords seemed to have become the witnesses of their growth, recording their every breakthrough and leap.
Jin Xi, Liu Xiaohan, Wei Ranzhu and Si Yao, the four new disciples, all have infinite longing and yearning for the Wuji Sect.
Following closely the light steps of the Frost Moon Fairy, he stepped into the mysterious Alchemy Pavilion within the sect.
Inside the pavilion, the fire flickered slightly, illuminating four faces filled with curiosity and anticipation.
They each chose an alchemy furnace and stood in front of it, as if they were about to embark on a new journey.
Fairy Frost Moon, a fairy who enjoys a high reputation in the Wuji Sect, is sitting aside at this moment. Her eyes reveal her expectations and trust in her disciples.
She whispered softly, "Since you have officially become my disciples, let's start by refining the elixir.
This is an indispensable part of the spiritual path, and the key to your mastery of power."
Under the guidance of Fairy Frost Moon, the four began to prepare the materials needed for alchemy.
They weighed and ground the ingredients with great care, and every movement revealed their awe and respect for the art of alchemy.
The fire gradually grew stronger, reflecting their focused and determined expressions.
Jin Xi held the spiritual fire in his hand and carefully controlled the temperature.
Liu Xiaohan was concentrating on observing the changes in the pill.
Wei Ranzhu kept turning the medicinal materials in the alchemy furnace to ensure that each medicine could be heated evenly.
Si Yao was responsible for recording every detail of the alchemy process so that he could summarize the experience in the future.
As time passed, a faint medicinal fragrance filled the alchemy pavilion.
This fragrance not only indicates that the elixir is about to be refined, but also symbolizes that the four disciples have taken a solid step on the road of cultivation.
Under the careful guidance of Fairy Frost Moon, they will surely go further and further on this path and become the best of the new generation of Wuji Sect.
The sunlight shines through the clouds and dapples onto the golden roof of the Hall of Mental Cultivation, casting a mysterious glow on this solemn building.
In the inner hall of Sect Master Chenxuan, the atmosphere was particularly solemn and dignified.
Xu Wan followed the steady steps of Sect Master Chen Xuan, her eyes flashing with curiosity and desire for the unknown world.
Sect Master Chenxuan led Xu Wan to a secret chamber.
He gently pushed open the heavy stone door, revealing mountains of ancient books and treasures inside.
Among this dazzling collection, Sect Master Chen Xuan walked to a seemingly ordinary box. He carefully opened the box and took out an ancient book from it.
The cover of this book has turned yellow, but one can still feel the faint spiritual energy flowing through it.
He turned around and solemnly handed the ancient book to Xu Wan, his eyes full of expectation and trust.
Sect Master Chen Xuan's voice was deep and powerful: "Xiao Wan, this is an ancient book that my father has treasured for many years. It contains profound cultivation techniques.
You are gifted and intelligent, and perhaps you will be able to comprehend the mysteries within and bring new glory to our sect."
Xu Wan took the ancient book with both hands and felt its heavy weight, as if it also carried the expectations and trust that Sect Master Chenxuan had placed on her.
She gently turned the pages of the book and saw that it was densely packed with records of various cultivation methods and insights.
Her eyes moved between the lines, sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes showing a look of sudden enlightenment.
In the Yangxin Palace, Sect Master Chenxuan stared at Xu Wan quietly, his heart filled with expectations and longings for the future.
He knew that this ancient book might become an important guide for Xu Wan on his path of cultivation, and would also open a door to a higher realm for their sect.