Time passed quickly, spring, summer, autumn and winter walked around the withered glory of the big ginkgo tree in front of the mountain gate, and the small teaching of the beginner disciples once every three years was close at hand, and all the disciples in the Xuanmen attached great importance to this destined unusual year. Each master has more refined requirements for the martial arts cultivation of the apprentices under his hands, and the small teaching once every three years is an unprecedented doxxing for the introductory disciples, testing the progress of the martial arts of the new generation of disciples of the Xuanmen, and it is also an assessment of the teaching of the masters. Both the apprentice and the master were very nervous.

There were still three days left before the small sect, and Nangong Ren, who was in charge of the Martial Sect, felt that it was time to show his wisdom as the acting head of the sect, so he held the dust on the top of the main hall and spoke to the various disciples who had been fighting in private for a long time. Above the main hall, the voices of people were bustling, and Nangong Ren's lion's roar spread the sound with a strong internal force, resounding above the heads of each disciple, only to hear him explain earnestly: "The small sect is nothing more than a summary of the new disciples' studies, and it does not have much substantive significance, everyone does not need to fight for the first and second names, this can only represent their recent cultivation." The true meaning of the small sect is to enhance the unity and mutual assistance among all disciples while learning martial arts, learn from each other's strengths, and make up for each other's shortcomings!

These words are very reasonable, putting the friendship of the teacher in the first place, not biased or left, as if there is nothing to be discouraged if you lose. The disciples below who had already gritted their teeth and secretly competed with each other were all taught at once.

Traditionally, the trials of the small sect have been ranked by their respective disciples according to the actual situation of their daily practice, and the grades of A, B, C, D, and Wu have been Gengxin Renkui in descending order. Each disciple draws lots in their respective groups, and the disciples who draw the same number of lots are the opponents. In this way, the embarrassing situation of too large disparity between strength and weakness is avoided, which is very fair.

Some disciples who are proud of their martial arts do not need to say that they are in the three top-notch groups of Group A, Group B, and Group C, and some disciples do not expect that they can enter these three groups, but they should not fall into the last group, otherwise they will not be compared, and it will be shameful enough. Qu Wenchang and Song Zixian have also been busy with the Xiaojiao these days, not because of martial arts, but because of which group each disciple will be divided into. They bet that Qin Su must be Group A, and then when they bet on Meng Li's bet, they hesitated, guessing that she was not the last Kwai group, but also a slightly stronger Ren group.

"Meng Li, who lost money, has a good personal relationship with you on weekdays, do you have no confidence in her so much?" Wu Youzheng lay on the gambling table, and some of them shouted for Meng Li.

"It's because of a good personal relationship that I have such an in-depth understanding. Qu Wenchang didn't care.

was arguing, and suddenly a hanging of money fell heavily on the gambling table with a "snap", and everyone turned around, only to see Meng Li carrying a wooden sword, holding a blade of grass root in his mouth, and said very refreshingly: "Bet me on the Kwai group, one will lose ten!"

"Isn't it, don't you even look down on yourself so much?" Wu Youzheng said in surprise.

"What do you know, I wish they had put me in the Aoi group, with my superior horse's strength against inferior horses, it would be easy to kill, and it would be very easy to get a ranking. Meng Li knocked on his little head and said.

"You're very confident. Qu Wenchang readily accepted Meng Li's silver.

"You guys wait and see, this little sect is a good time for me Meng Li to make a name for himself!" Meng Li said triumphantly.

"Looks like I'll have to stake some more money on your fine horse. Song Zixian laughed.

"You have a vision. Meng Li smiled, and then she twisted Wu Youzheng's little ears and said, "Is this a place where your little doll can come, you don't need to practice martial arts to participate in the small sect?"

Wu Youzheng was very unconvinced and broke free from Meng Li's hand, covered his red ears with pain, and said angrily: "I don't have to participate in your little sect, the master said, I am no longer comparable to the junior level of entry, and if I want to participate, I will also participate in the great martial arts sect after four years!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone around was a little surprised and envious, there was a kind of person who looked down on the living beings below with a cold attitude as soon as he appeared, this is no longer a matter of gap, this is the difference between cloud and mud!

"Then you can't mess with them, beware of being taught badly!" Meng Li gave an order, twisted Wu Youzheng's little ears and walked out, Wu Youzheng shouted pain again and again while reluctantly kicking and hitting a passage: "You are not my mother, nor is it a master, why do you care about me?"

"I'm your senior sister!" Meng Li simply let go of his little ears and carried him out directly across his waist.

"I said, unless you get a ranking in the junior sect, I won't recognize you as a stupid senior sister!" Wu Youzheng kicked and kicked on Meng Li's back like a rattle.

"Then your senior sister is going to be called!" Meng Li patted his little head and said.

In the dead of night, Meng Li quietly went out of the bedroom, and when she saw that there was no one around, she tiptoed into the kitchen to get some food and went straight to the Forbidden Forest. When she arrived at the Forbidden Forest, her master, Ling Chanzi, was sitting in the grass thoughtfully, and was a little surprised and angry when she came.

"Tomorrow is the little sect, I have long told you not to come, leave time to recuperate, so that you can have a good performance in the martial arts field! Why are you so disobedient?" Ling Chanzi scolded Meng Li.

"Master!" Meng Li was not angry, but squeezed out a smiling face, and stalked him: "Xiaojiao is to be compared, and it must be better than it, but Master's food is also to be eaten, and it must also be eaten well!" After speaking, she mischievously handed over the food basket.

"I don't eat a meal and don't starve to death, you come and go and delay your efforts!" Ling Chanzi looked at the fragrant food, and said a little unbearable, but it was the filial piety of the little girl in front of him, and it was not good to be disobedient, so he had to reach out and take it.

"Master, eat more, and when the little sect is over, I'll make a meat bun for your old man!" Meng Li stepped forward.

When Ling Chanzi heard this, the wrinkles on her face immediately bloomed like flowers, and this apprentice's cooking skills were much higher than her martial arts. Not to mention anything else, the bowl of braised pork alone is oily and smooth, fat but not greasy, soft and glutinous! There is also the fragrant braised tofu, God knows how she burned the fish flavor, and when she entered her mouth, she was so tender that she could bite her tongue off! After getting this apprentice, Ling Zenzi not only had a lot of fun, but also had a lot more oral administration.

"You're very good at cooking, your mother taught you, right?" asked Lingzenzi.

When it came to her mother's cooking skills, Meng Li almost fainted without laughing, and said: "My mother's cooking skills can only boil boiling water at best, you want her to cook is like letting a rooster hold an egg out!"

"Are there any women in this world who can't cook, so who did you learn from?" Ling Zenzi couldn't help but wonder.

"The gentleman stayed away from cooking, and my father was reluctant to let her cook. I learned this craft from my grandmother, and my grandmother said that if I don't know it again, I won't be able to let her go one day, and the whole family will have to starve to death! I don't want to learn it, but my grandmother also said that as long as a woman learns the craft of cooking, she can tie a man's stomach, and once she ties a man's stomach, she can completely play with a man, so there is nothing to worry about in this life!" Meng Li said with a flying eyebrow.

Ling Chanzi almost squirted out the rice in his mouth when he heard this, and coughed a few times: "Your grandmother is also a strange woman, and your grandfather must be very happy, but I still don't know the name of your family, and I want to be very happy." ”

"My grandfather's name is Meng Lang, my grandmother's name is Chu Qiao, my father has an uncle, I don't know why he is not surnamed Meng, my father and mother rarely mention it, and I rarely see him, I only know that people in the rivers and lakes call him Gongziqiu. As for my father, his name is Meng Wei, my mother's name is Shaoshuang, and I have two older brothers, one is called Meng Bai and the other is Meng Song. Meng Li propped her chin with her hand and counted her names impatiently one by one.

Ling Chanzi was immediately excited when he heard this, and Meng Li counted the names of the past one by one, and two of them were already famous in the world when he was fighting the sword rivers and lakes. Once upon a time in the martial arts by an invisible family contained, they have abundant funds, the force is amazing, no matter who in the rivers and lakes has an unknown secret dossier in their hands, they have secretly dominated the martial arts for decades, if you don't take it lightly, you will be ruined, or you will be extinct overnight! After this battle, Meng Lang moved the rivers and lakes and was sought after by all parties, but he refused the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance at the height of the limelight, and returned to his hometown in Shandong with the daughter of the Chu family, and no longer asked about the world.

"Your grandmother, is her legs paralyzed and uses a wheelchair as her leg strength all year round?" Ling Zenzi asked at the moment.

"Huh, Master, how do you know? For as long as I can remember, my grandmother was sitting in a wheelchair, but she came and went freely, and she could do everything! Although my mother was domineering, she never dared to speak loudly in front of my grandmother. Meng Li said in surprise.

"Not only do I know that your grandmother is paralyzed, but I also know that your so-called uncle is not your grandparents' biological son, so his surname is not Meng, Qiu is his real surname, your grandparents are just his adoptive parents, and the reason why he adopted him is because he owes his biological father a great affection. Ling Chanzi told him about the past he knew: "If it weren't for Gongziqiu's biological father, who endured humiliation and hid in the Yin family for eight years, how could your grandfather uproot him so easily?"

"Huh?" Meng Li was a little surprised when she heard about her family's tortuous past.

"Unexpectedly, after so many years, the last apprentice I accepted in my life was actually Meng Lang's descendant!" Ling Chanzi sighed, and turned to Meng Li and said: "What kind of martial arts did you come to Xuanmen to learn, your Meng family's gentleman's sword alone is a peerless science!"

"Really, my mother has always looked down on my Meng family's swordsmanship, only saying how powerful the famous sword's sword is, and saying that a gentleman's sword can't become a sword, and a sword can't become a sword, it's difficult to become a big weapon!" Meng Li shook her head and sighed.

"Hmph, woman's opinion!" Ling Chanzi reprimanded, "The essence of the gentleman's sword is that the sword takes the shape of a sword, injects the heaviness and killing of the sword, sways freely with the lightness of the sword, and forces the opponent to defeat without a fight with its fast and ruthless fighting, and the domineering spirit of swallowing mountains and rivers! This swordsmanship also has spirituality, if there is a killing move, it must be for the heavens, if you kill someone who should not be killed, it will be injured by the sword qi backlash, so the people in the rivers and lakes call the gentleman's sword!" Ling Chanzi said, "However, Mencius once said, the fish and the bear's paw can not have both, how to use the knife into the sword, with the sword into the knife, the two into one, it is really difficult, the person who practices this swordsmanship must be open-minded, humble and like a valley! This swordsmanship and the Xuanmen Wuxiang sword go hand in hand, the benevolent is invincible, and the Taoist is unphased!"

After hearing this, Meng Li's chest was full of emotion, and she was immediately extremely proud of her swordsmanship, but unfortunately she thought that it had now fallen to the point where she was only counted by her mother, and she couldn't help but sigh.

"You don't have to sigh, no matter how ever-changing the swordsmanship is, the principle is the same. You now have the foundation of the Phaseless Divine Sword, and the gentleman's swordsmanship is inherited from your family, as long as you comprehend it more in the future, you can also succeed. Ling Chanzi looked at all her thoughts, and nodded.

"Thank you, Master, in the future, I also need to be more attentive to my own swordsmanship, and after practicing it, my father doesn't have to be depressed all day long!" Meng Li said.

While speaking, a long time has passed unconsciously, Ling Chanzi thought of her tomorrow's competition, and immediately issued an order to expel the guest and drive her away, Meng Li had to follow the teacher's order to carry the empty food basket back to the dormitory.

When she arrived at the dormitory, she was about to tiptoe in, Meng Li had just opened a crack in the door but someone opened it from the inside, Meng Li was startled at the moment, stood in place and froze, but it was Chu Mingyan who opened the door, she saw that Meng Li not only did not ask her where she went in the middle of the night, but was very relieved and said: "Xiao Meng, I can be regarded as finding you, now it's okay, I don't have to worry about not being able to notify you!"

"Inform me of what?" Meng Li said as she walked in from outside the door.

"Don't you know, before going to sleep just now, the master called all of us to the meditation room, and told us overnight that tomorrow's Xiaojiao is different from usual! I was in a hurry, I didn't bother to call you, and when I came back, you didn't know where you went, so you asked Song Zixian and them, no one knows where you went, I'm worried, what if you don't hear the news of the change, so that tomorrow's martial arts competition suffers, what can I do?" Chu Mingyanwen said weakly.

"I went to the hut and didn't want to get lost when I came back and make you worried. Meng Li made up nonsense at the moment, such a simple lie, but it was also strange that Chu Mingyan, who was simple-minded, doubted, she whispered: "Master said, this little sect is no longer like in previous years, first rank up, and draw lots according to everyone's merits, the masters said that it was too cumbersome, this year simply draw lots, so it will be more fair and fair!"

"What?" Meng Li seemed to explode a muffled thunder out of thin air, and was shocked, if he continued to fight layer by layer, God knows what kind of powerful and difficult opponent he would encounter! If he didn't reach Qin Su's hair, he would have been beaten half to death and carried down, but he would be unlucky! This is still fair? Fair? Meng Li turned around without tears and slammed the door panel behind him!

"Don't worry, the masters are also worried that there is a huge disparity in the strength of some of our disciples, so this time the small sect is so far, as long as you can't get up within seven sounds, you will lose!" Chu Mingyan continued.

"I can't get up, can I not lose?" Meng Li felt that this sentence was like taking off her pants and farting.