"Let's take it."

"Beginner disciples, the head of the sect will be hand-picked and enter your quiet room."

After understanding the rules.

Jiang Xuan was taken to the area where the quiet room was located.

The Quiet Room is one of the eight rooms.

According to the words of the general affairs deacon, because he only needed to deliver food to the elders of Qing Xiu, compared to other rooms, there were not many disciples in the quiet room, and there were only more than thirty people including Jiang Xuan.

"Jiang Xuan, right?"

"I am the chief deacon of the quiet room, surnamed Huang, you can just call me Deacon Huang."

People have been brought.

As the deacon in charge of the quiet room, Deacon Huang took Jiang Xuan around the quiet room now: "I don't ask you how you came to the quiet room, nor do you ask which elder you went through, as long as you know, the quiet room is noble, ordinary people can't enter, and the people who can be disciples in the quiet room have more or less some relationship with it, don't make trouble here." ”

"Disciple understands."

Jiang Xuan heard the string song and knew the elegant meaning.

"It's good to know."

"Our quiet room is a good place, and the daily work is very leisurely, and it is really a place where there is no contention."

"The most bitter thing is to patrol the house and the dining room, the people in the dining room have to go down the mountain to carry water early in the morning, and the patrol room has to patrol the mountain and guard the mountain gate."

"And the general affairs room."

"The disciples in the general affairs room have to do everything, saying that they are disciples, but in fact, they are no different from servants, and they don't have time to cultivate at all, but in our place, every disciple in the quiet room lives in a single room for two people, and there is no need to sleep in a large bunk for eight people like other rooms, and it is also one person higher than that."

Deacon Wong is in his forties.

said that he was a warrior, more like an elegant middle-aged Confucian scholar, with a sense of nobility and arrogance.

"Disciple understands."

Jiang Xuan said again.

"I like to be quiet, you can get to know these disciples in the Jingfang slowly."

Deacon Huang's gaze swept over the week, and finally fell on a disciple: "Hu Fei, you bring the new junior disciple and tell him about the rules of our quiet room and the mountain gate." ”

"Yes, Deacon."

Hu Fei is about twenty.

Thin as a hemp pole, while respectfully receiving orders from Deacon Huang, he squeezed his eyebrows at Jiang Xuan, looking like a relatively easy person to get along with.

"Disciple Jiang Xuan, I have met Senior Brother Hu Fei."

Those who reach are teachers.

Although Hu Fei looked younger than him, Jiang Xuan was still full of respect, because Hu Fei was the leading senior brother of the sect and him, if he didn't get along well with him, his life on the mountain would definitely be difficult.

"You're welcome, I'm not a senior brother, I'm the worst person in the whole quiet room, I can't do it, I can't do it, I can't do it, I won't be kicked out one day."

The crowd dispersed.

Hu Fei relaxed and beckoned Jiang Xuan to walk to the room: "There are actually no rules in our quiet room, you don't have to call me senior brother in private, just call me Hu Fei, let's live in the same room, and the days will be long." ”

By talking.

Hu Fei's age is indeed not very old, and he just passed his twentieth birthday last month.

And he is different from Jiang Xuan.

He is a serious disciple of the mountain gate, because of his poor family when he was a child, he was sold to Baishou Palace by his parents when he was seven or eight years old, first to be a Taoist child for Zhenren, and then turned into a Jingfang disciple.

In his words, he was an unlucky man.

The start is very high, he has been a Taoist boy for real people since he was a child, serving tea and water for six or seven years, and he is fourteen years old.

Boy.

When I looked at it in the morning, the real person who said that he wanted to accept him on the entrance wall yesterday had already sat down last night.

Hu Fei was sad.

When he went out of the funeral, he cried and fainted several times.

Maybe God can't see it.

The sad crying left a deep impression on Duguan Zhenren, so he was not swept to the dining room to fetch water like garbage, but entered the quiet room and got a leisure errand.

"Don't look at my tender face, I've been in the mountains for more than ten years."

"You are the oldest disciple I have ever seen, the oldest disciple who entered the mountain, and you can still successfully worship the mountain in your twenties, how did you do it?"

Because it's afternoon.

There was nothing to do, Hu Fei held a flute and lay on the bed chatting with Jiang Xuan.

"Because I am gentle and frugal, and have a peaceful personality, I can be of great use." Jiang Xuan opened his eyes and said nonsense, not blushing at all.

"Gentle and frugal!"

Hu Fei's face was inexplicable.

Jiang Xuan didn't explain much, because he couldn't say this kind of thing, he couldn't say that the current Baishou Palace was no longer good, and his disciple identity was bought by him.

If so.

Hu Fei must have thought he was a fool.

Because through simple contact, Jiang Xuan has learned that Hu Fei's strength is very ordinary, although he is in the holy land of martial arts, his strength is very average, only the first mirror of martial arts, practicing the cultivation of the leather realm, and his biggest dream is to go down the mountain and become a rich man.

Of course.

If such strength is placed in Quicksand City, on that group of ordinary people who can't even afford to wear shoes, the twenty-year-old Lian Leather Realm can also be called a third-rate master.

But this is not Quicksand City, but the Hundred Shou Palace, the holy land of martial arts.

Hu Fei is not a sand man who can't even afford to wear shoes and eats the last meal, but a disciple of the sect who has been influenced by the grandmaster since he was a child, and has obtained the wonderful method of the sect, and has practiced for several years, so this strength is simply a little transparent.

"Senior Brother Hu, how do you cultivate every day?"

A little small talk.

Jiang Xuan couldn't wait to ask.

"Cultivation?"

As soon as he heard this, Hu Fei's face was full of sorrow: "It's a mess." ”

"Messing around?" Jiang Xuan has a bad sense of déjà vu.

"I'm not very talented, and I'm not interested in those things that fight and kill." Hu Fei shook his head directly: "So in my opinion, the most important thing for people is to have fun in time, enjoy life, and cultivate this kind of thing, it's almost enough, saying that martial arts are high, how high is high, are they happy?" ”

A question mark on his face.

Baishou Palace is so comfortable, is the disciple lying so flat?

Or rather.

The internal competition is actually quite big, but I have encountered strange things.

"Actually, I regret joining Baishou Palace, not to pour cold water on you, but to practice martial arts is very dangerous, let's just say that last year, the Ping'an Dao of Longhua Mansion gathered people to make trouble, and the mountain gate went down the mountain at the invitation of the government to encircle and suppress it, and went to hundreds of disciples."

"What was the result, I was ambushed halfway, and the leading senior brother Huyan, was stabbed more than a dozen times in his body, his intestines flowed all over the ground, and he died without even explaining his last words."

Hu Fei looked like a person who had come over: "Senior Brother Huyan is not strong enough, a first-class master, a true disciple, now the grave grass is three feet high, look at me again, although I can't write or martial arts, because of this, I am very happy every day, and I can't find me for anything, this is called peace for eternity." ”

After speaking.

He also warned Jiang Xuan: "The martial arts in your mind, is it high and high, and you don't stay for thousands of miles?" ”

Smiled: "Actually, the real martial arts are to sprinkle lime, poison, shoot cold arrows, bury animal traps in the grass... I can't practice martial arts, if you want, you can introduce a few junior sisters to you, and then everyone will go down the mountain to blow the wind, visit the garden, and by the way, get it from the road, even if you don't know me in vain. ”

Boy.

Jiang Xuan's whole person is blind.

He is here to practice martial arts, not to do anything wrong, and to break his shoes with anyone.

If you want to eat, drink and have fun, you can do it anywhere, why bother to come to Baishou Palace.

He could see it.

This senior brother who leads the way is unreliable, I'm afraid he can really only lead the way, and the one who leads is not the right way.

"Senior brother, I personally agree with your idea of having fun in time, but I still want to give it a try." Jiang Xuan said tactfully: "In the sect, do you know some senior brothers with good character and strength, and are willing to take some money to guide the senior brothers of the same sect?" If you have one, you can introduce me to it, so that I can die. ”

"This..."

Although Hu Fei is more mixed.

But after all, he has lived in the mountains for more than ten years, and he has never eaten pork and seen pigs run, and his eyes soon lit up: "There really is..."

Hu Fei's eyebrows danced: "I know a senior brother named Huang Fuqi, he is from the Orion under the mountain, an elite disciple in the martial arts, and has a good reputation among the disciples, and he is relatively short of money, so he often gives people a sparring partner." ”

Jiang Xuan became interested: "How is the strength?" ”

"The quasi-first-class realm, in the mountain gate, is worse than those deacons and true disciples." Hu Fei hesitated: "But he has a big appetite and asks for a very high price." ”

Jiang Xuan asked rhetorically: "How tall?" ”

Hu Fei stretched out a finger: "One thousand taels of silver a month, dare to give it?" ”