Hexagram Mountain, layers of mountains and mountains, ancient cypress towering to the sky, strange stones and strange water hidden in the mountain, is a place with excellent scenery, but also the territory of the Great Zhao Dynasty martial arts sect, the location of the hexagram mountain faction.

The Hexagram Mountain School, founded 400 years ago, has experienced a lot of turmoil, but it is still standing, and there are countless people with advanced martial arts in the sect. It is said that there are 3,000 disciples in the outer gate of the Hexagram Mountain School alone, and there are many people in the Great Zhao Dynasty.

Of course, the Hexagram Mountain Sect also has an inner gate, but this inner door is mysterious, that is, many outer disciples are not familiar with it, let alone know where it is, they only know that the inner disciples have a high status, and each of them is unfathomable.

At this moment, in the most mysterious inner door, the green pine ancient road, the pavilion is deep, but in the pavilion is a young girl. The woman was dressed in green clothes, wearing a jade bracelet, her hair was only tied with a simple cloth, and a few strands of green silk hung down in front of her forehead, closing her eyes and thinking deeply. Two or three feet in the air in front of her, a long sword with cold light and glittering light floated.

The long sword had no support, and it floated eerily in the air, as if an invisible hand was holding it.

The girl's cheeks are like jade, and after a long time, she will exhale a very long breath, or inhale a breath, and when she exhales and inhales, it is the time of a stick of incense.

Since the girl sat here, she had only spit and sucked a hundred times.

At this time, in the distance, an old man wearing a sackcloth shirt with his hands and feet rolled up, revealing his arms and calves, this old man's hair was neatly tied, and he was tied into a round bone with a cyan linen cloth, and if he carried a hoe, he looked like an old farmer working in the fields.

It's just that this old man's waist is straight, his face is ruddy, and there is a hint of literati ink in his roughness, but it is a little weird.

When the old man saw the girl in the pavilion, he shook his head and said, "Don't wait, he won't come back!"

The girl's eyelashes moved slightly, but they opened slowly.

"Father, you don't wait, is it because he doesn't want to come back, or is he dead?" the girl's voice was flat, and she couldn't hear her state of mind.

"Is there a difference?" asked the old man.

"If he doesn't want to come back, it's fine, if he dies, then someone with extremely high cultivation will attack him, and I naturally want to avenge him!" the girl said as a matter of course.

The old man shook his head and said: "If someone can kill him, then how can you deal with this murderer? At that time, I can only personally go down the mountain to take revenge, but unfortunately it is not like that, that kid taught me the magic method that he has comprehended, I have not fully understood it thoroughly, but it is still okay to do some basic calculations, I calculated some time ago, he is indeed dead, but he died from the backlash of heaven and earth, I really can't complain about anyone, so you and I don't have to go down the mountain!"

Hearing this, the girl's body trembled slightly, but she was silent for a long time and did not speak.

Yes, if there is an enemy, it is enough to kill it, but if the enemy is heaven and earth, what can it be?

Do you want to slaughter the heavens and the earth?

After another moment, the girl slowly asked, "Father, will you be wrong?"

"No!" replied the old man very seriously, with a hint of decline and sadness in his tone, and it was obvious that the person who died in his mouth had a very heavy place in his heart.

Suddenly, the long sword floating in front of the girl actually dissipated and became invisible in an instant, turning into a stream of true qi, and finally merged into the jade bracelet on the girl's wrist.

That sword turned out to be condensed by the true qi of a martial artist.

"Go back, the true method of condensing the sword needs to be calm, your heart is already in turmoil, don't practice anymore recently!" Although the old man was sad, there was also a hint of love in his tone.

The girl nodded, got up from the gazebo with her head down, and followed the old man away, but she walked all the way, and the tears floated all the way, but there was no cry.

People have passed away, tears have cooled, flowers will still bloom in the coming year, but people will be sad.

......

The inner door of the Hexagram Mountain School is mysterious, and everyone is familiar with its outer door, and the disciples who are recruited from the martial arts examinations in various places every year will generally become the outer disciples of the Hexagram Mountain School, and if they are lucky, they can even become the personal disciples of a certain deacon or an elder.

And those who come from all over the world to join the teacher on their own will not have such good luck, there is a hall in the outer gate, called the Miscellaneous Service Hall, all those who join the teacher on their own must first be in the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall for two months as a miscellaneous disciple, and then have the opportunity to pass the 'door test' method to become an outer disciple.

Naturally, miscellaneous disciples also have the opportunity to learn martial arts, but they have to exchange them with sect contributions, and the source of sect contributions is to obtain them by doing all kinds of miscellaneous work.

For example, cleaning the stone steps of the mountain, such as fetching water in the back mountain stream, or helping the outer disciples, deacons, and even elders to go to the nearby town to buy items, these can all get the sect's contribution.

At this moment, Xing Tian and more than sixty other people stood in a large bluestone courtyard, waiting for the deacon in charge of the miscellaneous service hall.

The more than 60 people present were all selected from more than 300 people who had joined the master yesterday, and many of them had successfully cultivated their fist techniques in the eighth or even ninth level. However, because most of these people were over fifteen years old and had passed the age of participating in the martial arts examination, they could only join the Hexagram Mountain Sect in this way.

Some people are already over twenty or even thirty years old, even if such a disciple is a quenching martial artist, his future achievements will not be very high, and it is the best result to be able to become a deacon of the outer gate after a few years of hard work.

Xing Tian stood inconspicuously among the more than sixty people, most of the people here didn't know each other, so they didn't talk, just waited quietly.

The sun was scorching, and these people waited for a full hour before they saw a deacon of the outer gate wearing a long coat, thirty years old, with his hands behind his back, walking in from outside.

This deacon, whom they saw yesterday, is called Jia Gui, and is in charge of the miscellaneous service hall.

"I've seen Deacon Jia!"

When everyone in the courtyard saw Jia Gui coming, they hurriedly saluted, respectful.

Jia Gui walked in with his hands behind his back and in a figure-eight step, not speaking at first, but looking around for a week before saying slowly: "Every two months, someone from my miscellaneous service hall will pass the test and become an official disciple of the outer gate, and similarly, every two months, there will be a group of new people coming, just like you, say it in advance, I will do all the work I have assigned, I don't care about other things, and I don't have the heart to care......"

"Then when are we going to practice?" asked a miscellaneous disciple in the crowd at this time.

Jia Gui frowned, as if he didn't like to be interrupted when he was talking, but he smiled, looked at the miscellaneous disciple and said, "I said, except for the work I explained, I don't care about everything else, you can practice whenever you like." Remember, you are not a disciple selected through the martial arts examination, if you want to ascend to the position, if you want to become a full disciple, you must work in this miscellaneous service hall for two months, and after two months, there will be a test, and if you pass, you can become an official disciple, but if you can't pass, you can choose to leave, or continue to work in this miscellaneous service hall until you pass the ......."

"In addition, if you want to learn martial arts, you can go to the outer gate to copy martial arts in the Zangwu Pavilion, but you have to have a sect contribution, I know that many of you are with art masters, if you contribute the martial arts you have learned to the sect, you can also get a certain contribution. Okay, after saying so much, my voice is also hoarse, and after a while, I called the name and stepped forward to receive the waist card of the miscellaneous servant disciple, and then went to work, and said that if you don't complete the task I gave you, the first warning, the second time you will be expelled from the miscellaneous service hall, don't want to become a disciple of the Hexagram Mountain Sect in this life!"

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts when they heard it, and at this moment, Jia Gui asked people to bring a big bag, which was full of wooden signs with names written on them.

"Xue Renjie, you go to the firewood room today and cut four hundred catties of wood......

"Zhang Changgeng, you go to the kitchen today, go to the stream in the back mountain to fetch water, and fill six large tanks of water......"

"Sun Ergou, you also go to the firewood room and cut four hundred catties of wood......"

......

"Lin Yuefeng, hmph, you go to the orchard and pick up five hundred catties of manure to fertilize......" At this moment, Jia Gui saw a miscellaneous disciple come up, but he snorted coldly. This miscellaneous enemy was the one who had just interjected as he spoke, and the latter was stunned for a moment when he heard what he was going to do, and then he was a little annoyed: "Deacon Jia, why do I have more work than others, and besides, it's ...... Or is it that filthy work?"

Jia Gui's face changed, and he said coldly: "Why? I'm in charge of the Miscellaneous Service Hall, and you have to listen to me as a miscellaneous disciple, isn't that enough? ”

It was called Lin Yuefeng's face was pale for a while, but when he thought that he was under the eaves, he could only swallow it in his heart, take the wooden sign and turn away.

When it was Xingtian's turn, Jia Gui arranged to clean the 965 stone steps in the middle of the road up the mountain, and this job was not easy, Xingtian didn't say a word, and walked out with the wooden sign.

Walking outside, Xingtian Secret Dao Even in this small miscellaneous service hall, there are a lot of disputes, but for himself, the miscellaneous service hall is just a springboard.

Worship into the hexagram mountain, this matter is what Master Qu Chong confessed to himself before his death, and Qu Chong also explained that he should start from this outer gate miscellaneous service hall, improve step by step, and fight steadily. Xingtian knew that the master was a strange generation, and there must be a reason for what he said and what he explained, so Xingtian did not refuse.

Sweeping the stone steps up the mountain is not a simple task, if the nine hundred and sixty-five stone steps are swept through, don't think about it without five or six hours. Fortunately, Xingtian is no longer the congenitally deficient teenager he was at the beginning, and at this moment, he is already a martial artist in the Quenching Realm, and it is relatively easy for him to deal with this job.

It's just that after sweeping the nine hundred and sixty-five stone steps, it was already sunset, Xing Tian carried a big broom, hurried back to the miscellaneous service hall, handed over the sign, and saw that there was a deacon who was specifically responsible for recording the contributions of the miscellaneous service disciples, and drew a bar under his name.