I wonder if the master has already figured out the situation. His dented broken plates and a few rusty coins might be useful. Anyway, he seems to be prepared for this.

With his eyelids drooping, Master Mu Chun walked onto the stage. He ignored the four apprentices who were making a fuss below and spoke in a half-dead voice, "Today's morning class, all the disciples, come and recite the Scripture of Purity and Tranquility with me."

"The Classic of Purity and Tranquility" is not "The Classic of Purity and Tranquility Spoken by the Most High Lord Laojun", but a piece of incomprehensible repetitive talk. It is very likely written by the master himself, and the content is extremely incomprehensible.

Probably to express tranquility, when Master Mu Chun recited this passage, he dragged out each word into two words. If it was dragged out too long, he would inevitably run out of energy, so the ending tones of each sentence trembled with twists and turns, like a crazy old woman with a shrunken mouth.

After listening for a while, Cheng Qian felt a buzzing in his ears, which made him nervous - he was worried that his master would suffocate him to death.

The master finished the first recitation with a weak breath, and slowly picked up the teacup in front of him to moisten his throat. Cheng Qian quickly shook off the goosebumps on his body, waiting to hear his lofty remarks. In the end, he heard the master say in despair in a voice that made his scalp tingle: "Okay, recite it again."

Cheng Qian: “…”

Cheng Qian was patted on the shoulder unceremoniously, and his senior brother, who looked all show and no substance, took the initiative to speak to him.

The eldest brother said, "Hey, kid, move over there a little and make room for me."

The eldest senior brother is the treasure of the sect. If he wants a place, Cheng Qian dare not refuse.

As soon as Young Master Yan raised his eyelids, the Taoist boy beside him immediately brought a bamboo beauty cushion. He lay down on it without any hesitation, closed his eyes in front of his master, and fell into a doze in the thunderous "quietness".

Cheng Qian observed for a while and found that his monster brother actually had some advantages - for example, he didn't snore when he slept.

The others were probably already used to this, the eldest brother was blatantly dozing off, while the second brother had already perfectly hooked up with his newly minted beggar brother in a short period of time. At the same time, he did not give up on Cheng Qian, and indiscriminately swept his winks in all directions.

Among the four people present, only Cheng Qian was relatively tolerant towards the master. There was a clear distinction between his tolerance and harshness, but he was consistent and meticulous. In such a chaotic environment, in order to prevent his master from having to perform a one-man show, Cheng Qian sat still and followed his master through the first day's "routine morning lessons" from beginning to end.

Seeing that Cheng Qian didn't want to talk to him, Li Yun rolled his eyes and came up with an idea. He took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve like a thief, shook it under Han Yuan's nose, and whispered, "Do you know what this is?"

Han Yuan took it and opened it, and was immediately overwhelmed by the stench. Even Cheng Qian behind him was unfortunately affected.

Li Yun said proudly: "This is the golden clam magic water I made."

While Cheng Qian was reciting the sutra with his master, he sneered and said, "Isn't this the water used to wash the feet of golden clams?"

Han Yuan covered his nose and returned the "divine foot-washing water". Enduring the stench, he asked, "What is it for?"

Li Yun grinned as he crumpled the rice paper on his desk into a ball, then dripped a few drops of magic water on it. The water quickly seeped into the rice paper, and the ball of paper turned into a real toad in the blink of an eye.

Instead of playing with the birds and animals all over the world, you play with toads. What kind of interest is this?

Cheng Qian suddenly understood why the eldest senior brother looked at the second senior brother as if he were a piece of shit.

Li Yun raised his eyes and met Cheng Qian's gaze. He immediately smiled evilly and poked the toad on the table with his pen, pointing at Cheng Qian and said, "Go find him."

The toad croaked upon hearing this and ran towards Cheng Qian, but was caught by a skinny hand halfway - the master had already sneaked up to him at some point, and the toad turned into a ball of paper in his hand again.

"Unorthodox ways," Master Mu Chun sighed like chanting a sutra, "Xiaojun, you are really a talent."

Li Yun stuck out his tongue.

The master said, "In that case, you can lead the fellow disciples in reading the sutras."

Li Yun had no choice but to hold the eunuch's voice and recite the short passage of the Pure Land Sutra over and over again for nearly an hour, more than ten times. Only then did the master mercifully call for a stop, thus bringing this long torture to an end.

Han Yuan trembled and whispered to Cheng Qian, "If he keeps reading, I'm going to pee."

Cheng Qian sat upright, pretending not to know him.

The master, who had been resting with his eyes closed for more than an hour, was in high spirits and said, "One should be still and then move. Disciples, come out of the pavilion with me - Oh, Cheng Qian, call your elder brother."

Cheng Qian, who had suffered an unexpected disaster, was stunned when he heard this. He tilted his head to look at the young man in white, and stretched out a finger, poking his shoulder like he was touching fire. At the same time, he thought with a little fear: "My master told me to tell you, get up and stop doing evil to me."

The eldest brother, who had slept tossing and turning for two sleeps, was probably well rested and did not act up. He opened his eyes and stared at Cheng Qian blankly for a long time before taking a deep breath and getting up. He waved his hand feebly, "I know. You go first."

Young Master Yan, who had not yet woken up, seemed to have a much better temper. His peach blossom eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and his gaze towards Cheng Qian was much softer.

Then, Yan Zhengming asked gently, "By the way, what's your name?"

"...Cheng Qian."

"Oh." Yan Zhengming nodded indifferently. Compared with the undisguised disdain he showed when he looked at Li Yun, and compared with his behavior of covering his face with a fan in front of Han Yuan, he could be said to be very polite to Cheng Qian.

After saying "Oh", Yan Zhengming no longer cared about Cheng Qian. He covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, then sat there motionless, waiting for the maid Xiao Yuer to comb his hair.

When Cheng Qian's mind was full of thoughts about humans and monsters, there was a moment when he suspected that his showy senior brother might be a pheasant spirit with colorful tail. But after seeing this scene, he dismissed this speculation - even if it was a real pheasant, if it was combed like this day after day, it would surely become a bald-tailed, bare-butt, two-legged monster.

The hair on the eldest brother's head is still growing thickly and has not yet turned into a feather duster, which means that he may be some even more bizarre animal.

In the yard, a Taoist boy came over and presented a wooden sword to the master with both hands.

Suddenly, Cheng Qian and Han Yuan were both shocked. They all grew up listening to stories about immortals flying swords with the wind. Even though Cheng Qian was poisoned by the books of sages, he was still a little boy after all. Although he would not admit it, deep down in his heart he still yearned for the power to call the clouds and rain in the legend.

The wooden sword is simple and rustic, almost condensing a kind of silent heaviness. In the minds of the little boys, the mysterious alchemy, the profound scriptures, calculating past and present lives by counting on the stars, and even the various magical powers of carving authentic talismans... none of them is as attractive as the word "flying a sword".

What’s the point of overcoming tribulation and ascending to heaven?

Compared with One Sword Frosts the Fourteen States, even the legendary Flying on the Clouds and Mist has to take a back seat.

I saw Master Mu Chun waving his thin arms and legs and walking slowly to the middle of the courtyard, like a wooden stick with clothes hung on it.

Han Yuan asked the question that Cheng Qian wanted to ask but was too embarrassed to ask with great anticipation: "Master, are you going to teach us how to practice swordsmanship? When can we hold a sword?"

Mu Chun: "Don't worry, I have a wooden sword."

After saying this, in front of all his disciples, he fluttered his arms and made a soft starting stance, practicing each move one by one. While practicing, he kept chanting: "Fuyao - wooden sword technique - strengthens the body - strengthens the body - ventilates - activates blood circulation - lives to the fullest - as good as a god -"

Cheng Qian: “…”

His newly budding dream of being able to call the wind and rain was shattered by the sound of "dong-clang-dong-dong-clang" of swords and sabers.

The master's "exquisite" swordsmanship soon attracted a sparrow to land on a nearby wooden stake and stop to watch.

This is truly the quietest sword technique in the world. Wherever the wooden sword passes, it is as if there is nothing. Not even a trace of wind can be stirred up. It is extremely gentle. In the time it takes the tip of the sword to slowly move around a circle, even a snail can climb to the top of a tree.

Coupled with the master's enchanting commentary of "keeping fit is like being a god", the effect is truly amazing.

The master took a step forward, turned around, bent down, and swung the wooden sword horizontally, approaching the sparrow on the wooden stake tremblingly.

The little sparrow was extremely brave. It stared at the attacking wooden sword with its pair of small black bean eyes open.

Mu Chun warned shamelessly: "Little beast, if you don't get out of the way, be careful or my wooden sword will kill you!"

After he finished speaking such a long sentence, he handed the wooden sword in his hand to the feet of the little sparrow. Upon hearing this ferocious warning, the little sparrow calmly raised one leg, took a step to the side, and completely stepped over the "sharp sword" of the Fuyao sect, and calmly watched the gentle sword shadow float away.

Han Yuan was already laughing beyond measure, and Cheng Qian also found it very difficult to understand. None of the martial arts performers he had seen at the entrance of the village were as ridiculous as this wooden sword. But he did not laugh rashly because he found that his fellow brothers did not laugh either - if the eldest brother was fixing his hair and could not laugh, then the second brother who loved toads might be of some reference value.

Li Yun, who had been restless just now, did not smile at this moment. Instead, his face, which always seemed to have ill intentions, showed a bit of concentration, and he watched his master's movements like a shaman with his eyes wide open.

The master practiced the first move of the Fuyao wooden sword completely, and finally stopped at a move of standing on one leg with arms outstretched. He held the wooden sword in his hand, stretched out his thin and long neck, and pretended to be looking far away from a height. He said shakily: "This is my first move of the Fuyao wooden sword. I will have a bright future!"

Unfortunately, he doesn't look like a roc spreading its wings, but rather like a rooster crowing.

Han Yuan covered his mouth and his face turned red.

This time, the master did not show any leniency. He raised his hand and hit him on the top of the head with the wooden sword - this action was much more efficient than before.

Master Mu Chun said angrily, "What did I tell you? Be calm and collected! You are so impetuous! What are you laughing at? That's outrageous! Copy the "Clarity and Tranquility Sutra" five times tonight and bring it to me tomorrow."

Han Yuan was still illiterate, so he was delayed in copying the sect rules. Upon hearing this, he immediately offered his death-free gold medal and said, "Master, I still can't read."

Mu Chun said: "Take it down and draw it according to the pattern - Li Yun!"

The second brother took a step forward.

The master said, "You lead the fellow disciples to practice the opening moves and the first move, and I will teach you the second move when you come back."

Cheng Qianxin thought: "I heard that he has been practicing for more than a year and has only learned the second form. Could it be that he has been practicing the rooster crowing for a whole year?"

Before he could finish his exclamation, Li Yun had already stood still, holding a wooden sword, and made a quick move, which actually showed some of the ambition of a young man. This spirit was certainly not the same as the half-dead middle-aged master. The young man's name was like a bamboo, and his body was like a bamboo. He had a serious face, and the sound of the wooden sword in his hand was like the wind. The wind of the sword was everywhere, and there was an invincible sharpness.

That is the youthful vigor, unstoppable.

The little bird, which had been calm just now, could not bear the shock and immediately flapped its wings and soared into the sky.

But before Cheng Qian and Han Yuan could come to their senses, they saw the second brother with a stern face, his breath sinking into his Dantian, roaring word by word: "Fuyao Wood Sword Technique! Strengthens the body! It ventilates and invigorates the blood! Live like a god!"

…The young swordsman became a man selling powerful pills in the blink of an eye.

But Li Yun didn't feel ashamed at all. After howling these words, he calmly turned around and made a face at his two stunned fellow apprentices.