Yesterday, a brother came and drank too much. After returning home, his head was so dizzy that he couldn't write anything. This morning, he woke up at 4 o 'clock and finally made up for it.
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The red-faced old man frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "Elder Li, does our Heng Yue Sect really have to be this cheap?
Making an exception for a mortal's life and death? "
Elder Li opened his eyes and said in a cold voice, "Elder Ma, the Sect Head said that we will be fully responsible for this matter. If we don't handle it well and this trash really commits suicide a second time, then his parents will spread the news and say that our Heng Yue Sect forced their child to die. This embarrassing matter, is it not cheap?
You can take responsibility?
If you take responsibility, then I won't care about this matter. "
The middle-aged man quickly tried to smooth things over and said, "Okay, let's not quarrel over such a small matter. How about this, let's first accept him as an honorary disciple. After eight or ten years, if he fails to cultivate, then we'll send him back. This way, there won't be any trouble in the future. Isn't that wonderful?"
The embroidered robed old man suddenly said, "If the other children that weren't accepted follow suit, what should we do?"
The middle-aged man chuckled and said, "That's easy. After this matter, we've learned a lesson. In the future, all the children that don't pass the test, we'll use the Divine Transformation technique to teach them not to commit suicide.
As for this Wang Lin, since it's already come to this, we might as well accept him. In any case, he's only an honorary disciple, so it's not a big deal. "
In addition to Elder Li, the other two elders looked at the middle-aged man with deep meaning in their eyes and no longer said anything.
The middle-aged man smiled and said in his heart, "Wang Lin, ah, Wang Lin, I've done everything I can to help. Your fourth uncle gave me that piece of fine iron, it would be impolite of me to refuse.
I'm very surprised that a mortal was able to get his hands on such a material. "
The middle-aged man didn't know that this piece of refined iron was something Wang Lin's Fourth Uncle accidentally bought from a blacksmith. He was very knowledgeable and could tell with a glance that it was extraordinary. This time, in order to get Tie Zhu to join the Heng Yue Sect, he took it out with the attitude of giving it a try. As for the use of this treasure, he didn't know.
A piece of refined iron had changed Wang Lin's fate. When the news reached his ears, Wang Lin couldn't believe that he had been accepted as an in-name disciple for no reason.
Two days later, he sent his parents off from the Heng Yue Sect. Seeing his parents' excited expressions, Wang Lin was also quite happy. He secretly decided to stay here and cultivate.
However, this idea changed after his parents left the mountain. Wang Lin was called to a room specifically for in-name disciples. A shifty-eyed, yellow-clothed youth looked at him with contempt and mocked, "You are the Wang Lin who committed suicide to become an in-name disciple?"
Wang Lin looked at him and remained silent. The youth raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Little brat, starting tomorrow, report to me every day at sunrise. Your job is to fetch water. If you don't have ten vats, you won't have food to eat. If you can't do it for seven days in a row, I will report to the elders and they will expel you from the Heng Yue Sect.
These are your clothes. Remember, in-name disciples can only wear grey clothes. Only when you become an in-name disciple will you be given clothes of other colors. "
After he finished speaking, he impatiently threw the clothes and token to the side and closed his eyes, no longer paying attention to the other person.
Wang Lin picked up the clothes and asked, "Where do I live?"
The youth didn't even blink as he casually said, "Go north and you will naturally see a row of houses. Give the token to the disciple there and they will arrange a room for you."
Wang Lin remembered this and turned to walk north. After he left, the youth opened his eyes and contemptuously said to himself, "Actually joined by committing suicide. What a waste."
Walking through the Heng Yue Sect, Wang Lin saw that most of the disciples were wearing grey robes. They were all in a hurry and had cold expressions. Some of them were even holding work tools in their hands and looked very tired.
After walking north for a long time, he finally saw a row of short houses. There were many more grey clothed disciples here, but they still went about their own business and rarely talked to each other.
After giving the token to the yellow-clothed disciple in charge, the disciple didn't say a word and impatiently pointed to a house.
Wang Lin was used to the cold expressions of the people here. He walked to the house and opened the door. The room wasn't big. There were two wooden beds, a table, and it was very clean. It was about the same as his home.
He chose a wooden bed that no one seemed to be using and put down his luggage. Then he laid down on the bed and thought about many things. Although he had finally joined the Heng Yue Sect, he couldn't practice celestial spells like he had imagined. From what the yellow-clothed youth said, his job was to fetch water.
Thinking about this, he let out a sigh. He touched the stone bead that was tied to his chest. This was a treasure he cared a lot about. Wang Lin had read a lot of books, so he knew a lot of stories. One of them was that an ordinary man's wealth would make him guilty. He secretly decided that he couldn't let anyone know that he had this treasure.
Not long after, night fell. A skinny, grey-robed youth walked in with a tired expression. When he saw Wang Lin, he was startled. After carefully looking at Wang Lin, he no longer paid any attention to Wang Lin and lay down on the bed to sleep.
Wang Lin didn't care. He knew he had to wake up early tomorrow. He rubbed his stomach and took out some sweet potatoes from his bag. This food was brought by his parents to eat while they were looking for him. When they found Wang Lin and saw that he had been accepted into the Heng Yue Sect, they left the rest of the sweet potatoes for him.
The sweet potatoes were very sweet. Wang Lin ate a few mouthfuls. At this time, the youth lying across from him moved and stared at the sweet potatoes. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and whispered, "Can you give me a piece?"
Wang Lin immediately took out a few pieces and threw them on the youth's bed. He smiled and said, "I have a lot here. If you like it, eat more."
The young man immediately grabbed it and wolfed it down. Then, he quickly ran to the table and poured a glass of water. He drank it all in one gulp and sighed, "Damn it, I haven't eaten for two days. Thanks, bro.
Right, what's your name? "
Wang Lin said his name. When the youth heard this, he was stunned and said, "You are Wang Lin, the cripple who committed suicide to enter the Heng Yue Sect …" Speaking up to here, he felt proud and laughed. "Brother, my name is Zhang Hu. To be honest, almost everyone in the sect knows you. Don't blame me for saying that. I actually admire you for using this kind of method to enter."
Wang Lin bitterly smiled and didn't explain. He handed over a few more pieces of sweet potatoes.
Zhang Hu quickly took them. After eating a few mouthfuls, he embarrassedly said, "Wang Lin, you should keep some for yourself. You are new, so you don't know how evil the weasel in the chore department is. Wait until you start working tomorrow. Damn, he doesn't even treat us honorary disciples as people!"