[Gujian TV] Life in Tianyong in Yuesu

Elder Miaofa was ordered by the head of the sect to organize martial arts competitions for his disciples. At this time, autumn has just begun. According to the usual practice, the annual trials and competitions are held in summer. I have tried, but I am preparing at this time. According to legend, it is for the sword-wielding elder to select qualified disciples.This kind of news revived the dreary Tianyong City like a thunderstorm on the ground. When the head of the sect recruited disciples, everyone was completely unexpected. Now the elder holding the sword is able to recruit from all the disciples, although it may not be his turn. But those who don’t have a master are all eager to try it, and those who have a master want to watch the excitement. The disciples once saw the sword-wielding elder show his sword in person. If they can get this good teacher to guide them for a while in this life, wouldn’t it be far better than practicing alone for decades? I don’t know. Who can finally have this opportunity.

This day's sword class has been done for most of the morning, and it will be a break for lunch in half an hour. One meal a day is something that many new disciples look forward to, and there is only one meal a day. By this time, many The new disciple couldn't help being hungry, and began to slack off. Xiu Yi, who led the disciples to experience the exercises, was also used to not going deep, and concentrated on guiding Yu Yang, who was asking for advice.Suddenly, the buzzing sound of the sword training ground disappeared, and the disciples put in another [-] points of effort to train, and they knew without looking that it must be the elder holding the sword. Xiu Yi turned his head and saluted Tu Su who was slowly walking down the jade steps. , "Elder."

"Don't be too polite." Tu Su waved his hands indifferently. Today, he was casually wearing the Tianyong Daoist uniform. The pure white gown was decorated with purple patterns and girdles. His face looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, but he exuded youthfulness. The maturity and majesty that didn't match his appearance was mixed with a touch of indifference.There are people who dare to disturb Tu Su like this.

At this time, Tu Su was walking slowly among his disciples, pointing occasionally but seldom speaking. Yu Jue, the disciple of the Discipline Elder, had offended the Elder Holding the Sword the day before, and wanted to talk to the Elder today. "I heard that the elder is going to accept disciples. Do you have any conditions?" He successfully stopped Tu Su from walking forward, and looked back at him with a frown. The other disciples also slowed down the frequency of practice, holding their breath to listen.Tu Su turned around and walked in front of Yu Jue, and said, "Don't you have a master?" with an expression like it's none of your business whether I accept disciples or not.Yu Jue also regretted it very much at this time, it seemed that he hadn't succeeded in changing the impression, he hesitated and didn't know how to answer, if he said that the disciple was just asking, it would be too disrespectful to the elder.Fortunately, Tu Su let him go after a brief glance, Qingyue Zhiyin said slowly: "Everything is according to the arrangement of the brother in charge, but it depends on fate."

At noon on Kunlun Mountain, the sun is shining brightly, and the fairy air is lingering.In the dining hall, the originally quiet dining atmosphere had long since been broken. In the morning, they did not dare to discuss sword practice in front of the elders. At this moment, the new disciples who were finally free were eager to try and had heated discussions.

Elder Discipline's disciple Yu Jue, Elder Ningdan's disciple Xiuwu, and several new disciples who hadn't yet become masters were talking, and the disciples dining at other tables stretched their necks to listen.

Xiu Wudao: "What do you mean by only looking at chance? It's just looking pleasing to the eye. Like the former sword-wielding elder, Jianxian Ziyin, with that picky eye for apprentices, look at one who has become the head teacher and the other who has become the sword-wielding elder. Even though he is a man, he is on par with Elder Miaofa."

The new disciple Yu Ming interjected: "Then it depends on the appearance? Then I have no hope." Yu Jue joked after hearing this: "You still have self-knowledge. Brother, my appearance is not bad, you, forget it. "

Xiu Yi, who had been silent all this time, said, "Yu Jue, you want to take someone else as your teacher, aren't you afraid that Elder Discipline will chop you up?"

Hearing this, Yujue choked on a mouthful of food, and hurriedly argued, "Master is very kind, I just talk, talk." Thinking that his master would not know what he asked the elder holding the sword this morning, he couldn't help but say something. In a cold sweat.

The new disciples at other tables didn't understand why after listening for a long time.Most of the new batch of disciples are children aged 8 or 9, and the oldest one is only 12 or 13 years old. The new disciple Yuluan asked Yuxiang in a low voice, "Do you want to worship the elder holding the sword as a teacher?"

Yuxiang said earnestly: "New disciples, who doesn't want to, but what's the use of thinking? There are only more than 30 people in our group, plus the disciples who have never apprenticed before. Seven or eighty people compete for a master. It is hopeless to think about it. Yes, but since anyone can sign up for the primary election, of course I’ll give it a try.”

Yuluan sighed: "Yuxiang is the best in our group, if the sword-wielding elder chooses one, he will choose you." Xiu Jin, who was at the table next to him, dropped his chopsticks unhappily, and said coldly: "Yulan, can't you stop eating?"

Yuluan replied politely: "I say Yuxiang is the best. He is good at swordsmanship and a good person. Unlike some people, he knows those two moves but hates others." Yuxiang pulled Yuluan's sleeve, and looked at Xiujin again, "Yuluan, stop talking, hurry up and eat, let's go to practice."

"Hmph, I can't stand him like that for a long time. He never comes to class on time, and he doesn't respect the elders and senior brothers. I heard that his father is still... no wonder he didn't have a master two years earlier than us." After finishing speaking, he and Yu Xiang went out together.

Xiu Jing's long sword stopped them all at once, and his face was distorted with anger, "What do you say about my father?!".At this time, the senior brother who was sitting next to him hurriedly opened his mouth to control the situation, Xiu Yi stood up, and said to Xiu Jin, "Have you forgotten what the senior brothers taught you?" Xiu Jin also replied unceremoniously, "Senior brother Isn't it too late to speak at this time?" One sentence made Xiu Yi speechless for a while.Seeing that the most respected senior brother Xiu Yi was also contradicted, the other senior disciples couldn't stand it any longer, and they all stood up, looking like they were about to fight.

"What are you doing?" The voice suddenly inserted was clearer and brighter, and there was a little gentleness. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the door, and they saw the girl wearing a dark purple Taoist uniform, a white girdle, and a jade bell with silver tassels shining in the sun. A shining young man with simply tied-up hair, a fair face, and stars-like eyes was looking at them.

A few older disciples had seen him before, at least they knew the elder's uniform, and hurriedly saluted with fists together: "Elder holding the sword." The rest of the new disciples were also shocked by the identity of this person, and followed suit, feeling uneasy.

The elder holding the sword looked at Xiu Jin and didn't say anything, but Xiu Jin felt a great sense of oppression. He raised his head and looked at Tu Su unwilling to admit defeat. The stern, questioning, disappointed and caring gaze made Xiu Jin look up immediately. Without raising his head, he silently put away the sword.Tu Su glanced at Yuluan again, Yuluan didn't dare to look at each other, and lowered his head in shame.The house was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere, and the dining hall became such a sad place for the first time, until the elder holding the sword finally spoke, the cold and stern voice, without the gentleness mixed with it in the past, shocked everyone.

"Xiu Yi, Yujue." The two quickly responded, "The disciple is here!" After the disciples went out, all the disciples, who had not finished eating, all bowed and retreated. Who would dare to eat here? The eyes of the sword-wielding elder can kill.After arriving in the house, there were only the elder holding the sword and Yu Yang. When Tu Su turned to call Yu Yang, his face was full of warmth: "Your master is coming back soon, let's help you cook."

At night, in the courtyard of Xuanguju in Lintian Pavilion, there was a slight chill in the early autumn. Yuluan, Xiujin, and Yuxiang were kneeling in the courtyard. There was no one in Xuanguju at this time, and there was only moonlight in the courtyard, although no one was guarding it. However, the three of them did not dare to be lazy at all. The elder holding the sword even gave way to the head of the sect by three points. Today, the elder holding the sword caught him upright, and even the elder of the commandment didn't know what to do.It was okay in the evening, but now the cold wind seeped into the clothes, and the chills invaded, and the knees were clamoring, and it was almost an hour, Yuluan's legs were so stiff that she couldn't control it, so she quietly looked at it. Glancing at Yuxiang and Xiujin, they trembled a little, probably because they gritted their teeth, but the three of them didn't talk after all.After another cup of tea time, the elder holding the sword finally returned from practicing swords in the back mountain, responded to the salute of the guard disciples, walked into the courtyard, and was surprised to see the three of them here, so he slowed down and walked up to the three of them. The former said: "Why are you here?".