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I'm a little novice

It is late autumn on Mt. Shomuro, and the courtyard is scattered with dead leaves. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And I, a small novice from the Shaolin Temple, as usual, was concentrating on cleaning up the fallen leaves with a broom.

In fact, until yesterday, I enjoyed the work that brought me closer to my feelings. Why yesterday?

"Yikes! Here it is! A cry of surprise came. I put down the broom and reluctantly touched my smooth head.

Lo and behold, here's why.

A bald head sprang over, "This master—"

"This junior brother, I don't know peerless martial arts, I'm just a sweeper." I don't remember the first time this was repeated.

"Ahh

"I'm just in charge of sweeping the courtyard, and there's another senior brother in charge of the Scripture Pavilion." I continued to answer helplessly.

"Oh-" The voice was lowered, with a playful disappointment, "Huh? How are you—"

"If the junior disciple has been asked the same question by hundreds of people in one day, I believe that the junior disciple can also be an unpredictable prophet." After answering the last question in a word-and-done, I picked up the broom again and continued with my unfinished work.

The new junior brother saw that I didn't plan to talk anymore, so he left in a huff.

As you can see, since yesterday when a large number of newcomers came to Shaolin, I have been asked the same question over and over again. Fortunately, the other senior brothers who swept the floor in the temple were also facing such a dilemma, so I didn't feel like I was alone.

I heard from the senior brothers that not only our Shaolin, but also other sects and factions on the rivers and lakes have also accepted such a group of disciples who behave strangely, and what is even more strange is that not only has such an abnormal situation not been stopped, but has been carried out in full swing with the tacit consent of the heads of various factions. Some senior brothers even said that these newcomers were faintly fought for by various sects.

Maybe this involves a crucial secret, and maybe it's even related to the rise and fall of the Central Plains martial arts. I thought jokingly. Just think about it, but don't want to be blinded by the facts.

That night, the senior brother who was in charge of cleaning the abbot's room told us with great interest that he overheard the abbot who was practicing, and suddenly said with a sentence full of vicissitudes: "The turmoil in the rivers and lakes should start again." ”

It didn't take long for me to understand what makes these days weird. And the one who told me this reason was the newly recruited group of disciples.

Most of them have talents that I can't match. In fact, when I knew that it took me five years to lay a good foundation for the introductory martial arts, these juniors and disciples who fell from the sky could be mastered in five days at most, or in a few hours, I was stunned. I began to understand where the abbot was talking about the turmoil began.

For a month in a row, the topic of chatting about the little novices has been closely around the juniors and disciples of these "geniuses". Maybe it's not surprising that there are wizards in the rivers and lakes, after all, the rivers and lakes are endless, and all living beings are diverse, but the appearance of wizards is dull, and it is an extremely terrible thing. Fortunately, I am just a small novice, and no turmoil can implicate me, and the little people have their own peace and calm.

However, the Buddha proved that the more you don't want it, the more you will come, and no one can stay out of it...... It's just a pity that I understood it too late.

It all started with the abbot's explanation in the morning class. It is said that the sky was dark that day, the insects and birds did not sing, and the abbot Xuanhuai, who was supposed to meditate in the living room, unexpectedly appeared in the classroom.

The autumn wind lifted his wide monk's robe, ruffled his gray beard, and by the way, blew away the last bit of happiness in my heart.

"Ahem-" His old voice was particularly abrupt in the quiet classroom, "Recently, many disciples have expressed their desire to explore the rivers and lakes, and after the discussion of the abbots, it was decided to arrange a group of new disciples to go down the mountain to practice, and at the same time, each new disciple can choose a senior brother to go together." ”

After listening to the abbot's explanation, I wanted to cry, I wanted to cry without tears. Dare to love us, we have become the dishes of choice for the junior and younger brothers. I glanced around at the reactions of the other senior brothers, and all of them were crying like me.

The abbot also seemed to feel this particularly large resentment, touched his beard in embarrassment, and fled as if he were on a Zen stick.

Maybe no one would pick me as a little novice with such a martial arts status and an unremarkable appearance. I thought to myself a little. Unfortunately, instead of what I had hoped, I stepped into an even more bizarre path.

Watching the inconspicuous brothers around me being picked up by the brothers who seemed to have picked up treasures, the sadness on my face became deeper and deeper.

Finally, the time to come will come, and I will be discovered in the midst of catastrophe.

"Senior Brother Zhiyan-" I looked at the new junior brother who had picked me in frustration, "There are so many handsome and strange-boned disciples in Shaolin, why did you choose me?" "Are you blind? I added a sentence in my heart without kindness.

I didn't expect him to stare at me with strange eyes after listening to my words. Am I wondering? It's strange that it's you! My heart is crying out unwillingly.

"Senior brother, don't pretend." He looked like I knew everything, "Who doesn't know that Shaolin Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and the more precious the cheats, the more they are placed in ordinary places, and the more ordinary and weak the monks, the more unfathomable they are." ”

I finally knew why there were so many more searching figures in the temple recently, and almost every ordinary stone slab had been turned over several times. I finally knew why the vegetable grower, who was over 80 years old, was robbed by dozens of brothers and ended up bedridden. Doesn't he fit the astonishing judgment of his juniors and disciples?

I don't know if I should be glad that my years of sweeping life have made me not look too weak, but the next sentence from my brother quickly changed my mind, and I hate my uncle who arranged this errand for me.

"The most important thing is-" Senior Brother smiled mysteriously, "I have already inquired clearly, Senior Brother, you are a floor sweeper, do you dare to say that you are not a master?" ”

Which way did the gods tell the juniors that sweeping the floor and the masters have a reasonable connection! I finally couldn't hold back my crying.

Many years later, when I heard the most complained about name from the disciples who had returned from the training, I couldn't help but grit my teeth with them.

Jin Yong - I remember you.

Alas, it was under the misguidance of this master that I, a little novice who was only willing to sweep the land in Shaolin for a lifetime, was unwillingly dragged into the chaotic Jiuyin rivers and lakes.

Later, when my junior brother finally believed that the only way I had first glimpsed the way was Shaolin Introductory Changquan, looking at his expression of remorse, I couldn't help but feel a sense of revenge. Although he soon recovered from his grief, he patted me on the shoulder with righteousness and awe, and said, "Don't worry, senior brother, although you are indeed an insignificant little shrimp now, under my wise leadership, you will definitely become an unfathomable generation of sweeping monks!" ”

I don't know if it was because the weather was very suitable for the determination, or if the serious expression on the face of the junior brother infected me, or maybe it was actually because I didn't know about the hidden mission, but in short, I was abducted into the thief ship by his bold words.

The right way is that the rivers and lakes are flat, and the monks will not sweep the ground.