As soon as the two of them finished cleaning up the room, the inner disciple who led the way returned and handed Lin Fan and Zhuo Yilong a book of swords, as well as clothes and swords. Let them study with their hearts, and make it clear that they are named disciples, and they are not equipped with masters who teach martial arts, but they all rely on their own cultivation, and if they want to have the guidance of the master and teach martial arts, they need to wait for next year's assessment to be promoted to outer disciples.

Of course, in order to prevent them from making mistakes in their practice indiscriminately, they would pick out one day a week and let the inner disciples come over to check their practice progress, and point out some mistakes by the way.

Lin Fan gradually frowned, although he didn't dare to pretend that his martial arts were strong, he would never start as a registered disciple, couldn't he be assessed in advance and promoted to a more core disciple?

After asking about his doubts, the inner disciple directly told him that he couldn't, if he wanted to be promoted in the Huashan Sword Sect, he not only had to rely on force, but also paid attention to his qualifications, whether it was a registered disciple to be promoted to an outer disciple, or an outer disciple to be promoted to an inner disciple, it would take a full year before he was eligible for the assessment, and if he didn't pass it successfully, he would need to wait another year for another year if he wanted to take the exam.

In addition, the Sword Sect has a strict hierarchy, and when you see a disciple with a higher status than yourself, no matter how old or young the other party is, you must respect your senior brother and sister, no matter whether it is right or wrong, you must not provoke it, and you must not have half a word of complaint if you beat or scold, let alone have the slightest disobedience.

The iron law of the Sword Sect is that it is not close to people, does not talk about feelings, does not talk about conditions, does not lower standards, has no dignity, ranks seniority, and strength is supreme!

Heh, it's really like cutting us like leeks, not teaching any kung fu, sitting and waiting to collect money, consuming like this, waiting for myself to enter the core position, how can it take three or five years, I'm afraid that the daylily will be cold, Lin Fan secretly slandered in his heart.

Lin Fan asked in a low tone of anger: "The rules of the Sword Sect, is there still obedience to orders, obedience to commands, heroic and tenacious, and resolute completion of tasks?" ”

The inner disciple nodded, and glanced at Lin Fan contemptuously, which meant that he could be taught.

Seeing that the other party was arrogant and domineering, and there was no one in his eyes, if it weren't for the fact that the task assigned by Ji Wushuang had not been completed, Lin Fan really wanted to draw a knife and chop him now. That's it, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, and he secretly admonished himself in his heart.

Seeing that Lin Fan and Zhuo Yilong had no other doubts, the inner disciple told them to prepare, someone came to take them to eat at night, and after remembering the road, they would go to the restaurant to eat by themselves in the future, and they must not run around, and the only range of activities of the named disciples was the dormitory and the cafeteria.

Even if he was dissatisfied, Lin Fan could only pinch his nose and agree, and after the two of them finished cleaning up the bedroom and changing their clothes, the time also came to night, and sure enough, another inner disciple came over and called them to eat.

The registered disciples have a special canteen, but the canteen is actually just a small shed with wind leaking on all sides, is this treating us as livestock? Lin Fan cursed in his heart, and began to line up to eat, the food was barely okay, one meat, one vegetable and one soup, and then accompanied by staple food.

It is no wonder that practicing martial arts consumes the most physical strength, and if you don't eat well, how can you have the strength to practice martial arts, which is also the reason why ordinary people are not able to let their children practice martial arts.

After dinner, the sky was not too dark, Lin Fan returned to the vicinity of the dormitory, and began to wander aimlessly, compared to the current treatment, he especially missed the Xiaoyao Valley as warm as his family.

How is Rhombosa doing now? I didn't see her during the meal, and I don't know how she is now, I heard that the male and female disciples not only don't live together, but they don't even eat together, the rules here are so fucked, I don't know if Lingsha will be wronged.

Taking advantage of the setting sun, Lin Fan took out the sword book from his arms and opened it carefully, where is this Huashan Sword Sect's martial arts, it is clearly a very ordinary basic sword technique.

After a cursory look at it more than a dozen times, he had already memorized these sword moves, Lin Fan put away the sword spectrum and pulled out the sword, and waved it in a good way, although it was only a basic swordsmanship, but Lin Fan was in the Valley of Freedom, practiced a solid foundation, and even danced vigorously.

The sword moves have gone from being young to proficient, but they have only been practiced for an hour, so why wait for a year to practice such a superficial kung fu? This recruitment of so-called registered disciples is at best used to earn money, what kind of decent family is this!

Lin Fan shot out indignantly, and the last sword actually urged out the sword qi, stirring up the sand and gravel around him.

"Good kung fu!"

As soon as the sword was put into the sheath, a middle-aged man came out of the corner, looking at him and clapping his hands, Lin Fan carefully identified his clothes, thinking about the previous inner disciple and the attempt he introduced, and recognized this middle-aged man as a sect elder.

"Uncle Shi is good." Lin Fan put away his sword and greeted respectfully.

"Hahahaha." The middle-aged man gently pinched his beard, chuckled a few times, and corrected, "You should call me an elder." ”

"Yes, Elder." Lin Fan changed his words.

"Hmm." The middle-aged man nodded and continued: "I saw you just wielding a sword, and there was a sense of anger in the blade, but because I didn't meet you, I felt indignant? ”

"Exactly." Lin Fan did not deny it.

"The disciple has been practicing martial arts with his brother in the martial arts hall since he was a child, and his basic skills have already been completed, I really can't figure out why he wasted the situation for a whole year in the identity of a registered disciple."

"Ugh." The middle-aged man sighed, looked at Lin Fan with a fixed look in his eyes, and said with a slight smile: "You have already guessed the reason, haven't you, otherwise you wouldn't be so indignant." This so-called registered disciple is, to put it bluntly, just a means for the Sword Sect to accumulate wealth. The real core disciples have already been decided, and they are all elders in the sect, and they have searched for children with extraordinary talents and understanding, and brought them back to the mountains to teach them wholeheartedly. ”

"Heh, sure enough, there are unspoken rules from ancient times to the present." Lin Fan sighed decadently, thinking of the current situation, and then thinking of Ji Wushuang's entrustment, and I don't know when and what month I can return to Xiaoyao Valley, I suddenly felt like a numb heart.

The middle-aged man quietly examined Lin Fan for a while, seemed to see what was on his mind, and proposed: "I see that you are also a good seedling, I can't bear you to waste your good youth, and slowly boil your qualifications in the sect, it just so happens that I don't have a disciple yet, I want to find someone to inherit my mantle this year, why don't you worship under me, I will directly promote you to a true disciple, what do you think?" ”

"Is this kind of good thing that I can encounter without spending money?" Lin Fan said speechlessly, this kind of pie-in-the-sky good thing suddenly smashed him, there must be a demon when things go wrong, this old thing shouldn't be a liar.

Seeing Lin Fan looking at him suspiciously, the middle-aged man smiled slightly, didn't explain, and said, "If you don't believe it, you can go with me to the disciple registration office in the center of the Sword Sect, and let them divide you from a registered disciple to my disciple and become a true disciple." ”

When it came to this, Lin Fan couldn't help but believe it, but he didn't forget Zhuo Yilong and Lingsha, and praised them to the sky, hoping to worship this elder together.

The middle-aged man pondered for a while, shook his head and said, "What you said about Zhuo Yilong is okay, forget about Lingsha, I don't recruit female disciples." ”

"Ahh

Thinking of this, he hurriedly ran into the dormitory, dragged Zhuo Yilong, who was about to sleep, from the bed, and went to the disciple registration office with the middle-aged man.

Along the way, there were disciples of the Sword Sect from time to time, pointing at Lin Fan and Zhuo Yilong, watching the two of them secretly snickering, Lin Fan's heart was furious when he laughed, but he didn't understand what they were laughing at.

"Senior Sister Wu Xue, congratulations on officially becoming a true disciple."

As soon as he entered the main hall where the disciples' information was stored, he saw several inner disciples who were in charge of keeping the information of the disciples of the Sword Sect, saying hello to a woman.

"Wherever and where, the master still teaches well, and in just a few years, my martial arts have greatly increased, and I have been promoted to become a true disciple." Wu Xue said humbly.

On the beautiful and refined face, there is no joy or sorrow, and there is a bit of loneliness that rejects people thousands of miles away. She sensed someone coming behind her, turned around and glanced at it lightly, and arched her hand to the middle-aged man, "Uncle Zheng Feiyu." As she spoke, she looked at Lin Fan and Zhuo Yilong, her eyes full of disdain.

Zheng Feiyu nodded, put on the elder's pretense, and replied with relief: "Well, becoming a true disciple at a young age is really terrifying. ”

"Thank you Uncle for the compliment." Wu Xue lowered her head and said respectfully, but there seemed to be a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and then turned around and walked out of the hall without looking back.

The other inner disciples who were in charge of managing the information were also looking down at Zheng Feiyu and snickering, but they didn't dare to make a sound. One of the disciples took out the file and asked, "These two are the registered disciples who are preparing to worship under Uncle Feiyu's sect, right?" Please tell me their names, and I will classify them as true disciples under your name. Tomorrow morning, I'll report to the Steward. ”

"My name is Wang Erhu, and this is my eldest brother Zhuo Dalong." Although he felt that the situation seemed to be a little wrong, the opportunity to become a true disciple was just around the corner, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

Seeing that his and Zhuo Yilong's names were written into the brief score of the true disciples, Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, you go back first, and tomorrow the teacher will look for you, and after the apprenticeship is over, you can move out and live with the teacher." Zheng Feiyu and Yan Yue looked at Lin Fan and the others.

"Yes." Lin Fan and Zhuo Yilong agreed, exited the main hall and returned to their residences.

"What's going on? How did you suddenly become a true disciple? On the way, Zhuo Yilong was still in the clouds, and couldn't wait to ask Lin Fan.

Lin Fan told him what happened with a smile, and Zhuo Yilong was speechless after listening to it, and could only praise Lin Fan's good luck dryly.