The sun is shining, the sky is clear, and the sword gate is no different from usual.

Except for Fire Cloud Peak.

The entire Huoyun Peak was shrouded in an extremely oppressive atmosphere, and at the center of this pressure, a little fat man with a round face was naked, constantly waving the heavy sword in his hand.

Chen Chong felt that his life was really bitter. When he woke up again three days ago, the sound of the elder dividing the young man into Huoyun Peak fell into his ears. Chen Chong didn't remember what happened later, he only remembered that the elder patted him on the shoulder at the end, with a wicked smile on his face.

"Chen Chong, the young man you brought back this time is very good, very good, and indeed a genius. The old man thought that he alone would have a thousand miscellaneous disciples. ”

The old man paused, revealing a mouth full of white teeth that flashed with cold light.

"So this time, the old man will give you Huoyun Peak, a thousand miscellaneous servants. ”

It wasn't until everyone dispersed, looking at the square where only he and the young man were left, that Chen Chong understood that this time Huoyun Peak had been assigned to this young man alone.

Carrying the young man, Chen Chong returned to Huoyun Peak in a trance. And what greeted him was the expression of the peak master of Huoyun Peak and the senior brothers as if they had died of their own father.

"What about the other handymen. Facing the peak master's questioning, looking at the spiritual power that was already boiling around the peak master, Chen Chong suddenly felt blessed, waved his big hand, and laughed.

"Peak Master, this time the elder was supposed to give me a thousand miscellaneous disciples of Huoyun Peak, but the disciple understands that there are not many disciples to choose from! So the disciple politely declined the elder, carefully selected, and fought according to reason, and grabbed this young man for my Huoyun Peak!"

After a pause, Chen Chong pointed to the young man on his shoulder with his right hand, and a firm and confident smile appeared on his face.

"He's enough to be a thousand!"

In response to him, there was a deathly silence, and the entire Huoyun Peak became audible in an instant.

The peak lord looked at Chen Chong like this, and Chen Chong looked at the peak lord like this, until he saw the peak lord pull out a hand.

"You are a deceitful ghost! A thousand miscellaneous disciples? Can you get ten Lao Tzu, the peak master, to do a good job for you! Carefully selected? Before you even leave the square, the entire Sword Gate will know that you have found an idiot miscellaneous servant! Okay, then from tomorrow onwards, the miscellaneous labor of the entire mountain peak will be done by him alone, and if he can't finish it, you can do it!"

The peak master's roar was heard by Chen Chong when he kept spinning in the air, his face was full of blood. When he fell to the ground and passed out, one last thought flashed through his mind.

Hmm, the strength of the peak master's hand is really big.

Ending his memories, looking at the heavy sword like the door panel in his hand, Chen Chong couldn't help but wail in his heart. Not long after he woke up, the peak master sent someone to bring him this heavy sword, saying that he would swing it ten thousand times a day, and sooner or later one day he would be able to use one as a thousand.

When Chen Chong was about to give up halfway through his sword swing on the first day, he saw the head of the sect standing not far away, the spiritual power on his palms tumbling, and his eyes glowing. Touching his tall and swollen face, Chen Chong had tears in his eyes and silently began his sword training life.

When he finished swinging the last heavy sword, Chen Chong's whole body collapsed to the ground. After a long breath, Chen Chong struggled to get up and walked back to his residence step by step. After taking a shower and changing clothes, Chen Chong pushed open the door and walked to the back mountain. When he came to the back mountain, looking at the young man sitting on the ground wiping the long sword, Chen Chong sighed, sat down next to him, picked up a long sword and wiped it.

Chen Chong was not without resentment in his heart, but after a few days of getting along, Chen Chong found that this young man couldn't speak, and he couldn't understand his own speech. Like everyone in the Sword Gate, Chen Chong also thought that the boy was actually an idiot.

What kind of strength do you have to compete with idiots, Chen Chong comforted himself in his heart.

Ye Lingchuan felt that his life was not bad. Although it was sold to other places, his daily life is to wipe down the long swords sent by others, although there are a lot of them, but he is not very tired. The only drawback is that there is only one person in the whole place, and the fat man who abducted and sold himself.

It seems that this fat man is not very good, Ye Lingchuan thought with some pity in his heart.

What makes Ye Lingchuan feel strange is that he likes this job very much. When I polish my sword, I always feel very happy inexplicably. The style looks similar, but the long swords seem different to him, as if each one has its own soul.

Could it be that he used to wipe his sword before? Ye Lingchuan suddenly felt that his previous self was really useless.

Suddenly thinking that he is also a sword wiper now, Ye Lingchuan's face was stunned, but after thinking about it, he is different now, he is forced to wipe his sword here. Thinking of this, Ye Lingchuan's face returned to normal, and he happily wiped the long sword in his hand.

Ye Lingchuan, who was concentrating on the long sword in his hand, didn't notice that there was an extra person beside him, and Chen Chong stood respectfully behind that person.

Huang Liang felt a little irritable in his heart. As soon as he finished his retreat, he heard that he had recruited an idiot on his peak. I didn't want to see it, but as a big disciple, every newcomer should meet and admonish himself. Reluctantly came to the back mountain, Huang Liang saw the two people who were wiping their swords. Walking to the side of the two, Chen Chong hurriedly got up to say hello, but the young man was indifferent to him. Huang Liang couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart, and when he was about to speak, his eyes suddenly froze.

Chen Chong saw that Ye Lingchuan had no reaction, his heart was atmospheric, and he was about to push it, but Huang Liang beside him stretched out his hand to stop him.

The expression on Huang Liang's face showed a hint of surprise, and as time passed, the surprise gradually turned into shock. After cultivating on Huoyun Peak for decades, Huang Liang had seen countless miscellaneous disciples, and there were many outstanding people among them. But he had never seen a miscellaneous disciple who could be so attentive when sharpening his sword. The young man in front of him smiled and frowned at the various swords in his hand, and the whole person looked extremely happy.

Yes, it is happiness, if it is not for seeing it with his own eyes, Huang Liang would never believe that anyone can be so happy when he wipes his sword. And the most important thing is that Huang Liang can see that this young man has a good opinion on kendo. Holding the long sword in his hand, the places where his fingers touched were often flaws in the sword body, and even some flaws Huang Liang would suddenly feel like he was aware when he saw it.

If such a person is an idiot, he can have such an understanding of the sword before he has practiced, and he is an idiot, and he definitely has the qualifications to cultivate the sword. Thinking back to the rumors he had heard along the way, Huang Liang's eyes lit up suddenly. I saw him put his fingers together with his sword, and a colorful light lit up on his fingertips, pointing at Ye Lingchuan's forehead.

"The Art of Enlightenment. ”

The Enlightenment Technique is a low-level spell, which is a method of condensing the knowledge you have learned into a spell and teaching it to others, so that others can quickly acquire knowledge.

Huang Liang withdrew his hand and looked at the young man in front of him with blazing eyes.

"This sword is a little lighter. ”

"Hey, this is good, but it's a pity that the width of the sword is not uniform enough. ”

"Well, this ......"

Chen Chong, who was originally with his head down and didn't know why, looked at the young man talking to himself in front of him in a daze.

"Y-You, can you speak?"

"Of course I can speak, I'm just..." Ye Lingchuan, who unconsciously took over the conversation, paused abruptly and looked up at Huang Liang who was standing beside him.

"What did you do?"

"It's just a spirit enlightenment. Huang Liang replied with a smile.

Feeling the countless extra information in his mind, Ye Lingchuan soon understood what the Enlightenment Technique was.

"Hmph, you traffickers are very caring, I'm afraid you're going to make me do something more troublesome. Ye Lingchuan snorted coldly and looked at the two people in front of him with disdain.

"Human traffickers?" Huang Liang didn't expect to get such an answer anyway, looking at Chen Chong, Huang Liang's eyes gradually became stern.

"Senior Brother Chen, you won't know the door rules. ”

Chen Chong, who had not yet recovered from his surprise, changed his face greatly, and hurriedly explained the matter one by one.

When Huang Liang heard this, he felt a little funny in his heart, but in the end, this young man did not agree to be this miscellaneous disciple, which somewhat broke the door rules. Thinking of the difference between this young man, Huang Liang asked with a smile:

"What's your name?"

"It's probably called Ye Lingchuan. ”

"Probably?" Huang Liang was stunned, what is probably?

"I have amnesia, I don't remember anything, so I can't speak, and I can't understand what you're saying. ”

Huang Liang's conscience was happy, it turned out that this was the case, coupled with the teenager's "human trafficker" thinking, the previous teenager's behavior made sense. Seeing the young man in front of him looking at him angrily, Huang Liang hurriedly coughed lightly and said:

"This, ahem... , You also understand the matter, then I will ask you once, are you willing to enter my Sword Gate as a miscellaneous disciple, and from then on cut off the mortal dust and devote yourself to the Tao?"

Ye Lingchuan just wanted to say who was going to be a handyman for you, but suddenly his expression moved, and he looked down at the cyan long sword on his lap. Just now, it seemed to move. Ye Lingchuan's mind couldn't help but think of the words that echoed in his mind when he was unconscious. In the past few days, I have always fallen into a deep sleep involuntarily, and the words "you have to remember" are repeated in my mind.

Do you want to become stronger? Ye Lingchuan chuckled, and his eyes gradually became firm. I've forgotten all my memories, but if I'm strong enough, I'll know everything. Thinking of this, Ye Lingchuan smiled and looked at Huang Liang.

"Being a handyman, maybe you get stronger?"

Huang Liang's eyes flashed with appreciation, and he nodded:

"Yes. ”

"My Sword Sect has tens of thousands of miscellaneous disciples every year, but I never recruit formal disciples, do you know why? Because becoming a miscellaneous disciple is the first step for you to join the Sword Sect. The disciples of the various peaks of the Sword Sect are all selected from the miscellaneous disciples, and if you want to become a formal disciple, it depends on whether you are qualified or not. ”

"Are you qualified?"

Facing Huang Liang's somewhat provocative gaze, Ye Lingchuan shook his head and said:

"I'm asking, it's possible to get stronger. ”

Huang Liang smiled, and the color of appreciation in his eyes was even stronger.

"Whether you can become strong or not, it's not up to me to have the final say, but you have the final say. What the Sword Gate gives you is a glimmer of opportunity to embark on the path of immortals, and how far you can go on this road, who can say for sure?"

Holding Qingyou in his hand, Ye Lingchuan suddenly felt that his blood was a little boiling. Faced with embarking on the immortal path, he did not feel the slightest nervousness and strangeness, and there was a faint hint of familiarity. Was he a monk before? Secretly smiling, Ye Lingchuan suddenly felt that life seemed to be starting to get interesting again.

Looking at Huang Liang, who had already walked into the distance, Ye Lingchuan was just about to speak, when he saw Huang Liang stop, his slightly sideways face full of smiles.

"Three days later, the root bone test is a chance to become a full-fledged disciple. ”

"You, are you going?"

He was answered by the young man's clear voice and a gentle sword sound.

"Definitely. ”