Chapter 1: Grace from Heaven
The autumn is high and cool, and the old temple is cool.
A teenager in tattered clothes, holding a book, has a lot of words in his mouth.
"It's not that you don't have talent, it's that you don't put yourself in the right place. ”
"Everyone has their own uniqueness, as long as you find that and make the most of it, you can realize your own value. ”
Lan Xinghe spoke silently, obviously the chicken soup did not motivate him, he closed the book and sighed.
"It's a pity that I've lived for more than ten years, and I haven't found it, not even the owner who was taught. ”
The proprietor he was talking about was a sect that was as prosperous in this world as educational institutions.
The sect teaches the disciples skills, and there is also a certificate of completion, when the time comes, when the time comes, when you are looking for errands outside, in addition to ability, most of them look at this certificate of completion to open a salary.
This shows the importance of the sect.
There are more than 100 sects in the entire Heyin District, and the radius is only 100 miles, which can be regarded as one next to the other.
However, I don't have to worry about other families grabbing business, the number of sects is still not worth mentioning compared to the number of people, and each sect has at least thousands of disciples on average.
Even so, the enrollment situation every year is still full, but due to the quality of the students, the good and bad of the sect are uneven.
The strong sects are getting stronger and stronger, while the weak sects are declining, and their morale and reputation are getting worse and worse.
But correspondingly, the threshold of small sects will definitely be lowered because of this.
They are like a dustpan under a colander, they can only try to make the holes smaller and denser, and win by quantity.
In such a situation where there was almost no threshold, Lan Xinghe insisted on creating a threshold for himself, so that he could not even enter the worst sect.
Fatherless, motherless, orphaned.
If he hadn't been born as a human being, Lan Xinghe might even feel that he might have jumped out of a stone.
If it hadn't jumped out of the stone, how could there be no one in this world who was related to him?
For as long as I can remember, the news of my parents has been like a kite with a broken string, and there is no clue about the string.
However, Lan Xinghe didn't care much, but entering the sect had become a matter that was popularized to ordinary people, and in his situation, the Ming Monarch of the Great Blue Empire did not allow it.
So, Emperor Jun specially arranged for officials from relevant departments to come to register, but these Lan Xinghe didn't know in advance.
"Knock Knock"
"Hey, there's a knock on the door. Lan Xinghe heard a knock on the door, rolled over from the Buddha in three or two times, patted the dust on his body, and combed his dirty hair, then straightened up and opened the door of the broken temple.
"I'm just living here for the time being, and I'll move out as soon as I have the money. Lan Xinghe thought that the local carpenter came over and was going to demolish the old temple, so he hurriedly said.
"You are Lan Xinghe?"
Lord Cang wanted to raise his hand to cover his nose, after all, Lan Xinghe hadn't taken a bath for a month and a half, and the smell was indeed a bit rushing.
However, his raised hand was quickly put down, and he couldn't help but feel pity when he thought of the life experience of the little guy in front of him.
"I'm Lan Xinghe, this adult, can you not dismantle it first?"
Looking at Lan Xinghe's pleading face, Master Cang smiled, "I don't live here, why should I demolish it?"
"Then what are you doing here? Lan Xinghe couldn't help muttering, although his voice was small, the words were sound, and they fell into the ears of Lord Cang.
The smile on Lord Cang's face gradually solidified, and he had an expression of death on the spot.
Dare me to spread grace for the emperor, do you have this attitude? Do you still want to enter the sect?
"I have come to the reason that I came, you don't need to dig into it. Master Cang stroked his beard, "How old are you this year?"
"Probably just turned seventeen. Lan Xinghe looked innocent, "You also know that you can't calculate the exact age if you don't know your date of birth, but it's just that number." ”
"Okay, let me ask you, have you ever entered the sect?"
Lord Cang asked casually, but there was really a galaxy in the Lan Xinghe!
Zongmen!
His brain reacted very quickly, and when he looked at Lord Cang's kind face and exquisite clothes, he knew that he might have hit a big luck today!
"No, no, I dreamed of it!"
Other children entered the sect at the age of thirteen, Lan Xinghe is seventeen years old, and he has already lost to others at the starting line for several years.
Now that the opportunity is clearly in front of him, how can he kick it away?
Seeing Lan Xinghe's appearance, Lord Cang's complexion softened slightly.
"Pack up your things, from today onwards, you will be a disciple of Qi Niu Sect. He waved his hand, quite a gesture of giving to the world.
This feeling of helping others is really addictive, and the cangsan is full of joy.
Lan Xinghe frowned, staggered, and stood motionless for a long time.
Lord Cang: "Huh?"
Lan Xinghe: "This, I have a question. ”
Lord Cang thought that he was suffering from gains and losses, and wanted to dispel his concerns, so he nodded, "If you ask, if I know, I will definitely answer." ”
Only then did Lan Xinghe tilt his head over and asked softly, "This Qi Niu Sect, what kind of sect is it?"
"Nine products. ”
Only then did Lord Cang understand what Lan Xinghe meant, and he dared to be ambitious and wanted to enter a better sect.
But since it is a favor, there is no right to make a request, not to mention that Lan Xinghe is also old, and there is no chance to enter a higher grade.
In other words, the Jiupin Sect was more suitable for him.
"Little guy, it's also a beautiful thing to be able to be taught in the Jiupin Sect for free, don't be too greedy. Lord Cang reminded.
Lan Xinghe pursed his lips and didn't say anything more, he looked a little sullen on the surface, but in fact, his mood was already so good that he exploded.
As for making a request?
Ready-made good old people in front of them, don't mention it in vain!
"Don't pack up, come with me. Seeing Lan Xinghe sweating profusely when he was busy packing up his things, and even asked him to go over to help, Lord Cang looked big for a while.
This guy is going to hug this broken Buddha in the temple!
And windows, stones, straw, and even door panels!
It's better to directly assign you a teacher, eat and live with you in the temple, and teach you.
He secretly instructed in his heart, but his mouth softened a little, "I'll buy you some daily necessities, and you will wait for me at the gate of the sect with the door number, don't run around, you know?"
Lord Cang took out a black iron token from his pocket, with the word "cow" engraved on it, thinking that this was the door number of the disciples of the Qi Niu Sect.
Although this door plate is not refined enough, it is always infused with some strange power, as a symbol of the disciples of the Qi Niu Sect, and it is not allowed to be imitated by others at will.
Of course, even if it is the Qi Niu Sect, the disciples in the sect also have ranks, and this kind of black iron token is the lowest level.
Lan Xinghe stretched out his hand to take it, it was cold to the touch, it was not slippery, and even a little rough, obviously the funds of this Qi Niu Sect were not very abundant.
After saying that, Lord Cang left the place where Lan Xinghe lived and went to make things for him.
But it's obviously not just daily necessities, otherwise Lord Cang would have gone with Lan Xinghe a long time ago, where would he need to go back and call the groom.
Lan Xinghe looked at the back of Lord Cang, touched the door number in his hand, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have had several such dreams, but none of them were as real as they are now.