The night was sweet and dreamless, and the next morning, Song Yi slowly opened his eyes and stretched out in the fresh birdsong.

He was mentally prepared, he was really a little crazy when he practiced swords yesterday, and it was really a rare opportunity, so he didn't want to give up, so he actually ate the four styles behind the Zhaoyue Sword Technique in one go. The overload of practice will most likely make him have back pain today, but as a result, when he stretched out on the bed at this time, he found that the expected situation did not happen, not only his body was full of strength, but he also felt very full in the dantian.

Song Yi was pleasantly surprised, immediately turned over and got out of bed, began to organize his backpack, and counted yesterday's harvest.

He took out the strange eggshell first and looked at it carefully in the sunlight. Sure enough, he didn't look away, this eggshell was large, the material was unique, thicker and tougher than any bird egg Song Yi had known, and the pattern on it was even more wonderful: the indigo blue was like the night sky, deep and mysterious, and the gold dust scattered in it was like a living thing, always flowing with his gaze, like endless stars in the universe.

Song Yi looked at it carefully for a while, put the eggshell down, and prepared to repair it when he was free and put it in the house for decoration.

Then, Song Yi took out the spirit rune, and he had to send it back to the Bounty Court today, and after the initiates working there checked and approved, this homework could be considered a successful completion.

packed up and stopped, and Song Yi went out.

The road to the Bounty Court was much closer than yesterday, and after walking for a short time, Song Yi saw the Bounty Court located in the south of the Yuequan Sect from a distance. As the distance gradually approached, a square shape and open atmosphere of the building complex came into Song Yi's eyes under the arch guard of the road extending in all directions.

In the middle of this building, there is a building about ten zhang high, divided into seven floors, each floor is open on all sides, transparent and bright. The wall of the floor is white, the top is covered with glazed tiles like the blue sky, there are many patterns painted under the eaves, exquisite and solemn, the four corners are hung with objects like lanterns, whenever the wind passes, there is a faint sound of bells and drums coming from it, which makes people feel refreshed and happy.

The ground at the foot of the platform is open, the length and width are tens of zhang away, horizontal and vertical, square, the ground is paved with blue bricks, there are benches, stone tables, and a few big trees are planted in the corner, constituting a square that is convenient to come and go. At present, there are many people coming and going in this square, which is quite lively.

Around the platform, there are four lower buildings, the appearance is similar, and the middle platform is nine points similar, and the top is hung with five-color flags, waving in the wind.

Not far away, several buildings are scattered, all of which are no more than three stories high. Song Yi heard that these buildings are used to store archives, and the Yuequan Sect has been open for a long time, and the inheritance has been passed down for thousands of years, so the demand for the data room is naturally increasing and expanding.

Outside each building, there is a large notice board on which the assignment, completion, and scoring of this month's homework are posted, which can be said to be clear at a glance.

Looking out, a circle of white courtyard walls surrounds the complex, and the top is still covered with blue and blue glazed tiles, shining in the daylight, and two gates are open to welcome visitors.

The bright sun, the flowers, the green trees, the birds, the fragrant breeze blowing on the face, a bright scene of early spring full of vitality.

Retracting his gaze, Song Yi took a deep breath and stepped onto the path leading to the gate of the Bounty Court. He slowed down, quietly observing the people around him.

Along the way, he had seen many disciples of the Yuequan Sect, both men and women, old and young, and generally speaking, most of them were young people. Most of the disciples walked in pairs and threes, or laughing all the way, or silently, and occasionally they could see people who came and went alone like themselves, and there were a few people who looked like masters talking about them.

Sure enough, the world is respected by cultivation, and the Quanzong is so prosperous in just one month, I don't know what kind of situation there are in the thousands of cultivation methods with the size of the world and the breadth of the four seas?

Just walked all the way, looked all the way, thoughts were surging, and thoughts were flowing, Song Yi had quietly stepped through the gate of the Bounty Court and stood on the open square.

Counting, this is the first time that Song Yi has stepped into the peak of the Yuequan Sect, walking among the initiates as a disciple of the Yuequan Sect. Looking at the people coming and going in front of him, feeling the faint familiar atmosphere, Song Yi couldn't help but feel a little emotion in his heart.

Although there are many differences, since he is here, he is considered a disciple of the Yuequan Sect, and all aspects of this collective are influencing him, including all his current cultivation, all of which are from the Yuequan Sect.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the initiate he had glimpsed yesterday, and subconsciously looked for that figure in the crowd, but it didn't look like it, so he simply didn't look for it, and according to the voice in his head, he returned the spirit talisman to the northwest upstairs and wrote off this homework.

Ascending the stairs to the second floor, Song Yi stepped into the hall, there were several tables in the hall, behind each table sat a disciple, and the person at the table in the middle of the hall happened to look up, it was Senior Brother Guo.

Seeing him come in, Senior Brother Guo got up with a smile and asked, "Senior Brother, is it done?"

"It's over, thank you, brother. ”

Song Yi stepped forward, took out the spirit talisman from his arms, saluted Senior Brother Guo, and then handed it over. Yesterday he sent this good errand to himself, and he has not thanked him.

"It's over, I'll give you a credit for this time. The senior brother took it with a smile, looked up and down, and after making sure that there was no problem, he put it under the table, and then wrote down the homework for Song Yi in this book.

After writing, Senior Brother Guo asked, "When will your Senior Brother Bai come back?"

"It was a month. ”

"January...... It will take more than 20 days, don't be too idle during this time, I'll help you sort out your homework here, and if there is a suitable one, I will send you to do more, save some points, you see......"

As he spoke, he took out a booklet from the shelf behind him, pointed to a certain sentence in it, and said to Song Yi: "Look at this." You have been in the beginning for five years, and as long as you score three more points, you will be promoted to a second-class disciple. It's not difficult to get three points, you prepare first, hand in the application in advance, and when the three points are full, you can get on the next rank immediately, how good. ”

Song Yi looked at the text he pointed to, it turned out to be a supplementary provision in the door rules, which said: For disciples who have been in the school for five years, but have not been promoted once due to low qualifications or other reasons, the promotion standard can be lowered as appropriate. As long as you have completed 300 points in your homework and have no record of irregularities in the past three years, you can apply for promotion to the second class disciple of the lower house. For this application, the three masters need to review it together, and if they all agree that this life is loyal and simple, with a pure character, and although they do not have a very strong aura, they have performed well in serious practice and down-to-earth behavior, they can pass it.

Staring at this, Song Yi's mind went blank for two seconds.

He knew that his performance in the past five years had left a bad impression on his peers, but this rule was still too ...... Isn't this a consolation prize for a fool?

Even if he climbs from the third class in the lower courtyard to the second class this time, can he continue to climb the first class with his "loyalty and honesty", and even enter the upper courtyard?

Have you been reduced to relying on this to upgrade?

No, Song Yi didn't agree, he couldn't rely on this...... He still has confidence in himself, Song Yi is now very different from the past, other bulls dare not brag, just yesterday afternoon's stealing school, he is more confident than most people - if everyone can eat the four styles of the Zhaoyue Sword Technique in one go, why should the teaching plan of the Yuequan Sect be learned in stages?

Using this kind of hospice nature to advance, Song Yi can't look down on it today.

Song Yi's heart was full of rejection, but when he saw Senior Brother Guo's warm and sincere eyes, he could only thank him with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, I wrote it down, and when I go back, I will think about how to write an application, and Senior Brother Lao will take care of those three points. ”

"Ouch, why are you so polite, I think I accidentally got angry when I practiced the year before last, if it weren't for your Senior Brother Bai to come to the rescue, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to save this arm. My cultivation is low, my ability is limited, and I can't help him with anything, so I'll take care of you more. ”

It turned out to be a good fate forged by the little brother...... Song Yi's admiration for Bai Yunzheng in his heart was a little more.

......

After handing in his homework, Song Yi said goodbye and returned to the square, there were fewer people than Fang Cai, and the huge square seemed quite empty. He walked to the southeast corner, where there were the least crowds, and sat down on a bench, watching the people coming and going, and thinking about the next arrangements for the day.

Some things are like water in a floodgate, once opened, it can't be contained.

Before Bai Yunzheng left, he warned himself to keep a low profile and not to have too much contact with other people, just in case.

Song Yi knew that the little brother was kind, but the world did not revolve around him, and the development of many things was not up to his own will. In the past few days, as his understanding of the Yuequan Sect has deepened step by step, especially with the continuous improvement of his own cultivation, he can't and is not willing to just lock up in the courtyard and wait for death, waiting for the little senior brother to come back and continue to protect himself.

What's more, things are starting to look different......

The hidden conspiracy began to reveal the tip of the iceberg, and the missing master became the target of some people in the door, the purpose is still unclear, he has unfortunately been shot for the first time, and the person who fired the shot was killed by the black hand.

What's more, Song Yi found that he was not as wasted as he said before, whether it was swordsmanship or mental tricks, there was obvious progress now, whether it was the bonus brought by the elusive black hole in his body during the midnight pranayama, or the rapid progress when he practiced swords yesterday, it all let Song Yi know that he was by no means a wasted person.

Why did it suddenly open up? He didn't understand. But since the old experience is not useful, you have to learn to improvise.

"Huh, it's you?"

Just as he was thinking about it, a voice suddenly came from Song Yi's ears, and when he turned his head, he saw an old man standing in front of his bench, with white hair and hair, dressed in simple gray clothes, slightly bent on his back, with his hands behind his back, looking at himself thoughtfully.

This is ......

Song Yi was a little puzzled, the voice in his head hadn't woken up yet, his spirit was indeed not as good as a few days ago, and he was asleep for half of the day.

He figured it was someone he had known before, so he moved to the side and said, "Please take a seat." The old man was not polite, nodded, and sat down beside him, his eyes still staring at Song Yi.

"You've grown up. The old man spoke.

Song Yi was stunned, and listened to him again: "I didn't expect you to really stay, and you will stay for five years." ”