Qingxiazi looked at this junior brother Gu left and right about him, and sighed secretly in his heart, he knew that Ziyangzi had always been dissatisfied with him being in charge of Qingcheng, but he couldn't get used to Ziyangzi's sometimes unscrupulous behavior, afraid that he would ruin the reputation laid by his ancestors, and the two phases were deadlocked, and the relationship between the two sides became worse and worse over the years.

Well, since the junior brother insisted that this was the registered disciple he accepted back then, it would be okay to accept it. ’

Qingxiazi had a plan in her heart, so she nodded: "Since you say so, junior brother, it is naturally no problem, Huang Yu has been a disciple of my Qingcheng faction since today, since he is your registered disciple, he will naturally belong to you, and he will be the same generation as Yu'er in the future, and let the door prepare for the entrance ceremony tomorrow." ”

Ziyangzi arched his hand and said with a smirk: "Then thank you senior brother." ”

Qingxiazi waved his hand, and the two of them each left the main hall with their disciples, Huang Yu naturally followed behind Ziyangzi silently, and Ziyangzi scattered the rest of the disciples on the way, until there were only two left, he suddenly turned around and said viciously: "What's the matter with you?" Didn't you say that you just need to send someone to cooperate with me? Do you know that your skills almost aroused Qingxiazi's suspicions! ”

Huang Yu was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "I just follow orders, what are you angry with me?" Lord Xuan Mingzi's order, do I dare to disobey it? ”

Not many people know about Xuan Mingzi's joining the Heavenly Dragon Sect in the rivers and lakes, Ziyangzi and the Heavenly Dragon Sect have been fighting for a long time, but they are very clear about it, and when they heard Huang Yu move out of Xuan Mingzi to scare him, he really said a little tabooly: "Xuan Mingzi? He actually asked you to come? …… That's it, it's all here, so be it. ”

He turned around and was about to leave, but Huang Yu suddenly stopped him: "Hey! Your Qingcheng faction is also a famous faction, I can't come back empty-handed, what kung fu do you want to teach me? ”

Ziyangzi turned around, and a cold smile appeared on his rough face that was extremely inconsistent with his temperament: "What famous faction?" There are not even a few unique courses left, even if my [Ziyang Divine Skill] teaches you, do you dare to learn it? If you really want to learn, go to my brother who has gone too far too righteous! His [Guanqing Baijing Sword] and [Qingxia Sword Technique] are both quite good kung fu! Hahaha! ”

Ziyangzi laughed wildly beside him, leaving Huang Yu alone in place, and shrugged helplessly: "Isn't there something wrong with this guy's brain......"

He changed directions alone and walked around a few times, and finally found a disciple of the Qingcheng faction, and asked the other party to lead him to find a room that belonged to him, since he was the same generation as Yan Yu, and he was considered an apprentice of Ziyangzi, even if he was included in the disciple of the Qingcheng faction, he had a room that belonged to him.

There are hundreds of formal disciples and registered disciples of the Qingcheng faction, but there are only a few personal disciples, who are often taken by Qingxiazi and Ziyangzi to train them, among which Yan Yu is naturally the most outstanding, and Huang Yu has become a personal disciple since he started, I don't know how many disciples envy him.

However, no one knew that Huang Yu's uncle was not in pain, and his grandmother was not in love, but fortunately, this situation was nothing to him, and he found a few people with a shy face and asked him about the Qingcheng faction's daily morning and evening classes and martial arts training hours, and began to prepare to enter his intense and fulfilling study time.

The more famous the school, the more rules there are, and the curriculum is tight, just like the British students in a free-range state are beaten by the students of the Celestial Empire who are crammed in mathematics, and the biggest difference between the disciples of the famous schools and the wild people is in this step-by-step, from shallow to deep process.

The Qingcheng faction has a long history, these old things are naturally still left, and the disciples go to the corresponding hall in the morning and evening classes, mainly to chant and learn words, explain martial arts, except for some people with mediocre talents, most of the disciples have little interest in chanting scriptures and reading words, and their attention is all on how to practice martial arts to become stronger.

This is also a common phenomenon in the rivers and lakes, many sects believe that people's energy is limited, and if they don't like to learn, they don't like to learn, and their martial arts are strong enough, so the group of dogs in the game are crazy to cheat and sleep, and then Fu Jianhan, who doesn't know a single word, can get the second place, which shows the low level of culture in the martial arts.

Of course, Huang Yu is not such a short-sighted person, knowledge is the cornerstone of the continuation of civilization, especially those predecessors who have created various martial arts, if they don't know a big word, how do you let them write out the magic cheats, do you rely on drawing, [Taixuan Jing] The set of kung fu is whether the poet immortal intentionally turned martial arts into the handwriting, or the later people pretended to lead the poet and immortal to paint the scoop according to the gourd in order to look good, and the martial arts were carved on the wall like artistic words, which is also something that no one can tell.

Flawless as the first master of the last generation of martial arts, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are omniscient, if the king can't even write, how can he put forward the concept of 'stopping the fight for martial arts', it can be seen that the masters are educated, not to mention that many martial arts principles are from the predecessors' reading and understanding, there is no harm in reading more, there is definitely no benefit in not reading, the truth is so simple.

After the morning class, it was the disciples' martial arts practice time, Huang Yu's identity was after all a registered disciple of Ziyangzi's 'casually taught a few hands', so at least a few days ago, he had to follow the other disciples to practice the Qingcheng faction's introductory martial arts under Yan Yu's guidance, but this is not a bad thing, there is a formal class teaching, which can help him correct many common-sense mistakes.

Practicing swords in the morning, eating at noon, practicing boxing in the afternoon, and then evening classes, after evening classes, there is a master who naturally goes to open a small stove, such as Huang Yu, who is not welcomed, will move freely, as long as he does not go down the mountain to go anywhere, he does not have the leisure to go down the mountain to wander, find someone to ask where the classics of the Qingcheng faction are, and run to read books happily.

"Poof...... Damn, how long has it been since this place was visited?! ”

Break the rusty iron lock, and no one remembers which disciple this key was received, the Qingcheng faction has not been able to do it in the past few years, and the disciples are all working hard to regain their prestige in the rivers and lakes, who has the leisure to come to the corner of this sect to read.

So as soon as he pushed the door open, Huang Yu, who was startled by the dust in his face, almost slammed the door, and he had to open the door wide, waiting for the dust to be carried away by the mountain wind before re-entering the house.

Lighting a candle, although he could see secretly, there was no need to do such an eye-catching thing, and the candle flame reflected the room, illuminating seven or eight large bookshelves with books, and a dozen or so bookcases that were closed or open, some full of books, and the yellowed pages were everywhere.

"With so many books, it's a blessing that you haven't been rated......"

Huang Yu sighed, took out a few books and flipped through them, and found that they were either Taoist scriptures, or some miscellaneous or anecdotal essays, no wonder those Qingcheng disciples were too lazy to read books, these things were useless to them, before punctuation was popularized, literacy and hyphenation were also a very painful thing.

Fortunately, Huang Yu finally endured loneliness, and after every evening class, this became his permanent place.

……

“…… In the land of the Western Regions, there is a big sect called the 'Heavenly Dragon Sect', in which the masters are like clouds, and the strongest one is called the 'Eight Tribes', which seems to be inextricably linked with the Buddha Sect......"

Putting down his hand and telling some hearsay news at a glance as if he had seen it with his own eyes, I don't know where to get an essay, Huang Yu sighed, half relaxed, half lost.

"Even these wild history essays collected by the Qingcheng faction have never mentioned the Xu brothers and the Holy Hall, so it seems that there is no need to worry about this...... Strange, where did the little shrimp come from? Could it be that he's just a traverser? ”

solved a doubt, and a new doubt emerged, but fortunately, this doubt was left behind by Huang Yu in a blink of an eye, and there was no need to think about it.

In the originally scattered and dirty study, there were already two bookshelves that had been organized, and the books that were not neatly placed were stacked on top of each other, at least a hundred times stronger than throwing them together, Huang Yu moved a table specifically for reading books, and at this time there were three or five books piled up in a corner of the table, all of which were essays he found that recorded the martial arts experience of his predecessors, but there was no cheat.

“…… Yu searched for three days in the back mountain of Huashan, and finally found the secret cave mentioned by the predecessors, but the murals in it have all been destroyed......

“…… A few days ago, I bought a book in the market, mentioning that when the two Song Dynasty were alternated, the Hengshan faction was famous in the rivers and lakes, and the head of the Dugu Sword Martial Arts was a high Dubu martial arts, and even the first master of Dajin died under the sword of his wife and his wife...... Looking at the current Hengshan faction, it is really sighing......"

“…… I once happened to see a pair of fairy couples flying across the air after Zhongnan Mountain, young and not out of double ten, elegant and extraordinary like a picturesque person...... It's a pity that I came back to my hometown three times later, and I never met again......"

The candle flame burned quietly, the wax oil condensed on the table, and under the light of the fire, Huang Yu looked at the previous records or essays with relish, these things are regarded as a collection of stories, some are exaggerated, pure nonsense, and some can summarize some valuable information without those self-boasting or unrealistic rhetoric.

It's just that the more I read, the more complicated it becomes, seeing that it's getting late, Huang Yu stacked up the useless books after reading them, and took over an old book with a lot of broken corners, planning to finish reading this one, and then go back to the house to rest.

It was only as soon as he flipped through the first three lines that Huang Yu's eyes widened.

“…… I often wonder what produces the internal strength, the internal strength of the Shaolin Temple, the internal strength of the Wudang faction, the internal strength of the Huashan faction, and even the internal strength of Kunlun, Kongtong, Emei, Shushan, Wutai Mountain, and many other sects, whether profound or superficial, have not been able to answer my question......"

“…… For people who are frail and sickly, their internal strength is not necessarily weak; People who are physically strong do not necessarily have strong internal strength......"

“…… People who have practiced for five years are not necessarily weaker than those who have practiced for 20 years, if they have been practicing for a long time, they must be stronger, how can those young heroes in their early twenties have amazing internal strength? ”

“…… Senior brother went to Xiaoyao Valley to ask for the 'Three-Yuan Soul Returning Pill' to save me, but after going mad, I was just a wasted person, my thoughts were too terrible, I didn't dare to think about it, and I couldn't think about it......"