And the disciple who came back the fastest that day was a young man, who was very honest and had a slight injury. Yan Ling touched her chin, this person is the only one who came back faster than He Jianshuang, could it be a powerful person?

But under a closer look, he does not have the chic temperament of people who practice martial arts such as Mei Yanzhi and Yu Yiqing. I inquired about the name, and sure enough, it was a character I had never heard of.

After looking around, Yanling had basically recognized their faces.

Some time ago, there were more than 60 people among them, and they were all their own competitors. Under the premise that they are not sure, the preparatory disciples are a little defensive against each other, and they will not interact without scruples - of course, Yan Ling is a special case to He Jianshuang. Now it is different, firstly, the threat is gone, and secondly, from now on, everyone will advance and retreat together and support each other, and everyone has let down their guard and talked sincerely. Even a cold-faced king like He Jianshuang was surrounded by a lot of people.

In other words, according to the speed of coming back, Yan Ling became the youngest among the new disciples this time, and her nickname was no longer "Thirteen Senior Sisters", but "Little Senior Sisters".

The girl beside Yin Ling said indignantly: "Yin Ling, look, that Yan Ling actually passed the assessment, didn't you say that with her qualifications, she wouldn't stay in the Artemisia Mountain Sect?"

"I heard that she had an accident in the mountains this time, and it was He Jianshuang who carried her back. ”

"He Jianshuang...... He's the one who came back the second fastest, right?"

"Who knows if there really was an accident! I didn't see any injuries to her, and she came out alive the next day. I heard that in order to find her, even the senior brother was alarmed. ”

"If it's fake, this Yan Ling really has a plan. ”

At this time, He Jianshuang's cold gaze, which was standing beside Yan Ling, suddenly glanced at them. The distance was so far away, knowing that the other party couldn't hear it, these people were still reflexively silenced.

Yin Ling didn't say a word, and turned his head coldly.

When the meeting time came, the person who came this time was actually Yu Yiqing. Yan Ling stood next to He Jianshuang, and she also had some expectations for her upcoming career in the Artemisia Mountain faction.

Yu Yiqing changed his previous ruffian style, looked around, and said with a smile: "Congratulations to all of you for passing the final assessment, today, you will officially worship the head of our Artemisia Mountain Sect - Ying Yunlong Zhenren." But your daily martial arts learning is not directly responsible for the real person, but by a few senior brothers. The twenty people present, starting with the second senior brother, will be counted downward, and each senior brother will be in charge of three to four people, and the decision will be made by drawing lots. After you have decided, if you have any questions about practicing martial arts in the future, you can just ask that senior brother. ”

Everyone nodded and understood.

Then, Yu Yiqing took them to the place where Yinglong was located and officially apprenticed. The Artemisia Mountain faction is built by the mountains and rivers, and Yanling is the first time to come to the highest place. On the lonely peak, a classical building stands between the clouds and mist, and the plaque reads - Yousu Pavilion, solemn and lofty, fluttering like a fairy.

When they came to this kind of place, the disciples who talked a lot would also be quiet. Yu Yiqing stepped into the threshold, and everyone followed. Yan Ling saw an old man with long hair and a long beard sitting cross-legged in the top seat of the lobby. Just looking at his appearance, he is seventy or eighty, but he doesn't look like the fairy wind elder in the TV series, but his face is round, there are laugh lines at the end of his eyes, and he is as kind as an ordinary old man.

In the original book, he was He Jianshuang's enlightenment master, and without his initial teachings, He Jianshuang would not have been able to embark on the right track of martial arts. He Jianshuang, who has been rebellious all his life, also respects this master. Yan Ling couldn't imagine how huge the self-blame and suffering in his heart would be after Ying Yunlong was killed by Lian Lian, and He Jianshuang, who was burdened with so many lives overnight.

Mei Yanzhi stood quietly behind Ying Yunlong with his sword in his arms, his expression indifferent.

Yin Ling looked at him in a daze.

Yan Ling: "......"

One by one, the disciples stepped forward to kneel down and worship the teacher, and the etiquette was very simple. Knowing that this is the rule of this world, Yanling is not pretentious, and simply does the salute. After standing up, Ying Yunlong suddenly stopped her: "Wait a minute." ”

Yan Ling stood still, silent on the surface, but actually a little drumming in her heart - Ying Yunlong shouldn't be able to see that she is a traverser, but it is difficult to say whether he can see that she is a divine beast.

Ying Yunlong's old eyes looked at her for a while, and he suddenly smiled open-mindedly, and sighed lowly: "That's it, coming is fate." ”

Yan Ling pursed her lips: "Yes." ”

Everyone: "......"

Leaving the Yousu Pavilion, Yu Yiqing asked everyone to draw lots, Yan Ling only hoped to draw together with He Jianshuang, and don't draw to Yu Yiqing's door of Jiao'er Langdang, otherwise he will definitely be ridiculed every day, let alone draw under the door of Mei Yan, the original thirteenth junior sister, otherwise it will be embarrassing.

Using the method of grasping Zhou, Yanling opened the note in her hand, and her head suddenly rang, it was the sound of 10,000 grass and mud horses hitting her skull—on it was a flowing plum character. [Candle]

Yan Ling: "......"

She looked slumped, cheered up again, and hurriedly came to He Jianshuang's side to look - the note in his hand also had a flowing plum character written on it. The road to heaven is endless, and He Jianshuang also came to the gate of Meiyan.

Alas, the two will have companions in the future, and they can be regarded as having some comfort.

Moreover, Yu Yiqing also said that these responsible senior brothers only ask for help when they are in difficulty, and in modern times, they are at best the feeling of a college counselor, and they don't have to face each other every day. Besides, if Mei Yanzhi had help, He Jianshuang would have been able to learn more. It is also a good choice to take this opportunity to observe the relationship between him and Mei Yanzhi.

Thinking of this, Yan Ling was also relieved, and said to He Jianshuang in a good mood: "We can continue to practice martial arts together, you see, this must be fate - whether it is a residence, a chore, or a martial arts study, or even an assessment, I am destined to stay with you all the time." ”

"Hmm. He Jianshuang answered softly, looked sideways into the distance, the wind and the sun were warm, the spring water surrounded the world, Yanshan was full of vitality, and a faint warmth appeared in his eyes.

To him, Yanling is like a pot of warm wine in a cold night. It seems that this pot of "wine" will accompany him for a long time. Moreover, during this period of time, she seems to have no other close friends other than him. It seems that among all the people, she only chose him. Her attitude towards him was special.

It's hard to put into words. Every time he faced a choice in the past, when he was put on both sides of the scale, he was always the one who was not chosen and was abandoned. Just like in the beginning, when the horse thieves attacked, the troupe owner chose to let the remaining horses load the goods, and abandoned the young man in the city where he was about to be visited by horse thieves.

This is the first time that someone has made him feel that he has been "actively chosen" rather than "passively abandoned". He Jianshuang couldn't tell what it felt like, but he knew countless joys and joys, blooming in his heart like flowers.

To have someone to stay with him, to listen to him, not to leave without saying hello one day, or to abandon him all of a sudden—something as simple as he had hoped so much. But the experience of such a long time has shattered his hopes.

Just now, Yan Ling's soft words seemed to put this floating seed in the air back into his heart, taking root and sprouting, and it could never be pulled out again.

Over there, the final result came out - there were a total of four people under Mei Yanzhi's direct care (?), namely He Jianshuang, Yan Ling, Yin Ling, and the young man who was grabbed by Yan Ling and asked He Jianshuang where he was going - his name was Zhang Fan.

*

In the afternoon of the same day, everyone began to practice martial arts. The treatment of beginner disciples and preparatory disciples is different, and finally it is no longer a day to step and run 1,000 meters, but to start a half-day foundation building and half-day simple sword training. Building a foundation is ordinary physical training. The amount of training has also increased compared to the past month, but for Yanling, this is not a problem.

It's also interesting to say that the Artemisia Mountain faction looks poor, but in fact it is not at all. For example, on the first day of martial arts, each disciple was given a brand new sword, although the length and weight were not necessarily appropriate, but at least there was no need to worry about practicing the sword. When you have money in the future, you can also exchange it for a more convenient sword yourself.

Of course, after becoming a disciple, it doesn't mean that you don't have to do chores, you still have to do the same thing. At noon that day, Yan Ling followed He Jianshuang, and was walking from the martial arts training ground in the back mountain to the place where lunch was provided, when she suddenly saw that the elbow of He Jianshuang's coat was a little broken. Yan Ling hurriedly grabbed his sleeve: "He Jianshuang, look, your clothes are torn." ”

He Jianshuang was slightly stunned, and looked down at the position that Yanling was pointing at. Yanling smiled and said, "I'll go back later, and I'll help you make it up." ”

He Jianshuang was stunned: "Do you know how to sew and mend?"

This was the first time someone had been asked to sew clothes for him.

"Of course, I'm also a girl, and this kind of simple thing can't be difficult for me. Yan Ling made a strong gesture.

Seeing that she swore so much, He Jianshuang temporarily put the pot of soup that had caused him diarrhea all night behind him, and nodded his head in thanks: "Thank you." ”

"Well, leave it to me. ”

A familiar young man's voice suddenly came from behind: "Little junior sister, are you talking about sewing clothes?"

Yan Ling turned around, Qin Bai staggered to her side, and also raised his sleeve, there was also a hole on it, the stitches were crooked, and they had been re-cracked. Qin Bai said: "Little junior sister, my sleeves are also torn, but the needle and thread in the room are used up, if you don't bother, can you borrow me a little needle and thread when you go back?"

"No problem. Yan Ling said, "Senior brother, did you make up this sleeve yourself?"

Qin Bai touched his head and said embarrassedly: "Yes, there is no way, there are not many girls in the pie, I am embarrassed to ask others to help me sew, so I have to learn it myself." ”

Thinking that during the time she came here, Qin Bai had also helped her a lot, and the place where his clothes had to be sewn was also very small, Yan Ling thought for a while and said, "Senior brother, it's too troublesome to come and go, you can give me the coat later, and I'll help you sew it by the way." ”

He saw the frost suddenly stiffened.

Qin Bai was overjoyed: "Really, thank you, little junior sister!" He hurriedly took off his coat, handed it to Yan Ling, and left.

Yan Ling turned around, He Jianshuang suddenly turned her head and looked straight at her, and her dark eyes couldn't see the emotion: "You want to sew clothes for him?"

Yan Ling nodded inexplicably.

He Jianshuang's mood somehow deteriorated, and suddenly approached Yanling two steps, raised his chin slightly, and asked dissatisfiedly: "Yanling, are you so good to everyone?"