Junior Disciple C

"Brother, I didn't blame you, how could you sleep so late." Fang Yang reprimanded Feng Ye while holding a broom while helping Feng Ye sweep the floor.

The young man is just at the age of growth, and Feng Ye is already a mature young man, he is a full head taller than Fang Yang.

However, Fang Yang taught Feng Ye in an old-fashioned tone: "Brother, the ancients said that the chicken dances, don't say that the chicken dances, I have never seen you practice swords."

"Our talents are already considered mediocre. If we don't work hard, we are doomed to miss the immortal journey. I am a three-spirit root, and I know that I get up to practice swords every day before dawn. Brother, you are just a five-spirit root! It is barely better than no spirit If you are an ordinary person with roots, if you continue to waste like this, are you going to be a junior disciple for the rest of your life!"

Fang Yang looked up at Feng Ye with a stern face, and said something heartbroken.

However, Feng Ye was unmoved. While sweeping the fallen leaves aside, he replied slowly: "Junior disciples are also pretty good."

What a convenient identity, inconspicuous yet pervasive.Feng Ye didn't tell the truth, after all, his real purpose of coming here cannot be known to outsiders.

Therefore, in Fang Yang's eyes, he is just a good-for-nothing senior brother who has no ambitions and whose ultimate goal is to eat and wait for death.

Fang Yang threw the broom, stared angrily, and the expression on his face completely interpreted the four words "hate him for indisputable".

Feng Ye laughed inwardly, although it was an accident to meet this little junior, Fang Yang is indeed a person worth making friends with, he is sincere and treats others sincerely.

And soft-hearted.

Feng Ye just pretended to turn his back, leaving a lonely and lonely back, Fang Yang softened his attitude, resigned to his fate, picked up the broom again, and helped Feng Ye finish the work.

If Feng Ye didn't finish sweeping the martial arts training square before the sect's deacon came to inspect, he would be fined the spirit stones distributed every month, or kicked out of the sect at worst.

After all, Wulinggen is so ordinary that it cannot be more ordinary. The top-ranked sects will not even accept it.

That is to say, their Lingxiao Sword Sect is not particularly ranked high, and they can hardly hang the tail of the top ten sects, ranking tenth, so they reluctantly accept a disciple with Feng Ye's qualifications.

But it was accepted as a junior disciple, or in other words, a free handyman.

As for what to say, no matter what your aptitude is, as long as you pass the annual assessment, you can enter the inner sect and learn real celestial arts, which are all carrots hanging on a donkey.

Qualifications are crucial to the journey of cultivating immortals.Those with outstanding talents, such as a single spiritual root, can cultivate rapidly, and the more complicated the spiritual root, the slower the speed of cultivation.

The difference between Wulinggen and Shanlinggen is probably the comparison between a disabled man without legs and a young man riding a fast horse. One crawls like a snail, and the other gallops on a horse.

People with poor talents can never catch up with those with outstanding talents, and how can they pass the examination.

But there are still countless people who sign up every year, and there are always people who refuse to believe that they are destined to create a miracle by themselves.

For example, Fang Yang, San Linggen, said he was good or bad, but he was extremely optimistic, thinking that those who have aspirations are competitive, as long as they work hard enough, they can always catch up with the horseshoes of geniuses.

Feng Ye didn't object to Fang Yang's idea, but he didn't want to be like Fang Yang. After all, Fang Yang practiced the basic sword moves of the school, and these things were too childish for Feng Ye. I'm really not interested.

And if he let go of the practice, it would be really... Feng Ye imitated the scene of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, and further strengthened his determination not to practice swords, and justifiably made excuses for himself to sleep late.

Fang Yang still helped Feng Ye sweep the floor together, but he didn't calm down. He didn't talk to Feng Ye again, and just went to the other side to sweep in silence.

It is said that silence can improve work efficiency, and the progress of the two of them was indeed much faster. Seeing that the work was about to be completed, the two who started sweeping from both sides also met again.

Fang Yang still didn't speak, Feng Ye thought that he should comfort his junior brother, and was thinking about the words in his heart.

Suddenly there was a strong wind above the head, and the wind blew the bangs on his forehead and the fallen leaves under Feng Ye's broom. Feng Ye raised his head and looked towards the sky.

Fang Yang also noticed the gust of wind, and he raised his head together with Feng Ye.

A thin figure with a wide robe and wide sleeves passed over their heads, galloping against the wind and sprinting with a sword.His face was stern, but the corners of his eyes and brows were a little immature. He seemed to be about the same age as Fang Yang, and he was still growing up.

But the identities of the two are very different. This is the second direct disciple of the current head of Lingxiao Sword Sect——Cao Zirui.

Lingxiao Sword Sect's way of accepting disciples has always been divided into two batches. Those with good aptitude, such as Shuanglinggen, can directly enter the inner sect, while those with average aptitude, such as three-spiritual roots, four-spiritual roots, and even five-spiritual roots, can enter the inner sect directly. Uniform studied in the outer sect for a year as a junior disciple.

During the study period, you have to do some chores, and then in the annual assessment, only those who pass can enter the inner door.

After all, compared to the rare single and double spiritual roots, there are too many people with three spiritual roots and below.

Ling Xiao Jianzong's approach has certain advantages. It can screen out a group of people who are qualified but lack tenacity and understanding.

Although the spiritual root greatly affects the speed of cultivation, toughness and comprehension are equally important. Although Fang Yang's spiritual root is average, his toughness is excellent.

He has joined the Lingxiao Sword Sect for almost a year, insisting on practicing swordsmanship in the morning every day, rain or shine, and practiced simple and boring basic swordsmanship. Apart from him, there is no second person in this class of disciples who can do this.

After finishing the miscellaneous work assigned by the sect every day, he would practice his sword and race against time, just to get one step closer to the immortal journey he has been thinking about.

But even if he tries so hard, he can't compare to some people who are naturally tall.

Cao Zirui was born with a single spiritual root, and joined the sect as the same group of disciples as Fang Yang last year, and because of his unique talent, he was accepted as the second personal disciple by the head sect.

The number of double spirit roots is already very small, and there are only dozens of people in the whole sect, and there is only Cao Zirui with single spirit roots.

Fang Yang was still practicing basic sword moves in the outer sect, while Cao Zirui had already been taught by the sect leader himself, and had a glimpse of the true way of swordsmanship.

However, for one year, the gap between the two did not narrow with Fang Yang's efforts, but instead grew wider.

A year ago, he was an ordinary person with no cultivation level. Now, Fang Yang is at the seventh level of Qi training, and Cao Zirui... Although I don't know his specific cultivation level, it can be seen from the fact that he can fly with a sword. , he is at the foundation building stage at least.

After all, you are working hard, and so are geniuses.

Cao Zirui flew very fast. After the strong wind passed, he turned into a small black spot on the horizon. He probably just came back from the outside and went to the direction of the inner gate on the top of the mountain.

The junior disciples of the outer sect live together at the foot of the mountain, and the steep mountains form an invisible barrier, dividing the inside and outside of the mountain gate.

Feng Ye looked at it for a while and then looked away. He looked down at the fallen leaves that had been blown up by the strong wind just after he had swept them. After realizing it, he wanted to pick up a fallen leaf and beat the person who flew over his head just now. The urge to come down.

But it's just thinking about it, after all...he's just a junior disciple who sweeps the floor full-time.

A junior disciple has the ability to knock down the direct disciple of the head of the foundation establishment period, and only with a fallen leaf?

It is absolutely impossible.

Feng Ye considered himself an ordinary and diligent junior disciple, at least on the surface, so he resigned himself to sweeping the blown leaves back together.

After he finished sweeping again, leaning on the broom, and satisfactorily inspecting the fruits of his labor, he finally found out that something was wrong with Fang Yang.

Like a statue, Fang Yang kept looking at one direction, which was the direction Cao Zirui had just gone to, the direction leading to the hall on the top of the mountain.

Feng Ye walked to Fang Yang's side, observing the young man's expression, he saw envy and...confusion.

Fang Yang is not a real statue, he has noticed Feng Ye's arrival, although Senior Brother Wuchai is very useless in all aspects, and even often asks him as a junior brother to help, but Feng Ye still has one advantage Yes, he is old.

As Feng Ye, who has been a junior disciple in the sect for three years and seems to be ready to be forever, age is probably the only thing he is stronger than Fang Yang at present.

After all, he is an inexperienced young man, and his mind has not really been settled. For such a gap, he inevitably became confused, and then asked Feng Ye who looked like his brother beside him about the uneasiness he had been hiding in his heart: " Senior Brother Feng, tell me... Is there really a day when I can catch up to him...like him, flying across the world and riding the wind?"

Feng Ye fell into a brief silence, he could hear the uneasiness in Fang Yang's words.

Whether he can catch up with Cao Zirui, in terms of Fang Yang's qualifications, it is very likely that he can, but he can't.

But Feng Ye also knew that this answer was very hurtful. Although the reality has always been so cruel, he still hoped that this young man would have a glimmer of hope and the courage to catch up.

Instead of answering directly, he gave such an answer: "It is said that there are tens of thousands of Jiaolongs in the South China Sea, but Jiaolongs are not dragons after all. Dragons can fly freely in the sky and earth, while Jiaos can only sink and float in the deep sea. Jiao is food, but when facing a real dragon, you have to shrink your feathers."

"The gap between a dragon and a dragon is like the distance between the sky and the earth. One is high in the sky and the sea is wide, and can come and go freely, while the other can only look up at the sky in the sea. But..." Feng Ye suddenly folded his arms, his brows raised, ordinary The face of the forgetful face also showed a bit of formidable heroism: "There is a Jiao who has cultivated into a Yinglong, and he has grown wings that can span the sky and the earth. But among the tens of thousands of Jiaolongs in the South China Sea, the one who has cultivated into a Yinglong , and only him.”

"The gap between you and Cao Zirui is far less than the gap between Jiao and Long..." Feng Ye stopped talking before finishing his sentence.

Because the confusion on Fang Yang's face disappeared, he was thoughtful.

So far, it seems that Fang Yang's understanding is not bad, Feng Ye thought to himself.

Fang Yang pondered for a while, and when he raised his head again, he turned into that bright and confident young man again. He clenched his fists and made up his mind: "Even if there is only a one in a million chance, I will not give up! From now on, I will be more Practice your sword diligently!"

Feng Ye nodded with a smile, expressing Fang Yang's affirmation.

But the next second, he regretted it.

Because Fang Yang immediately said another sentence: "Brother, you have to practice together. Even if the goal is not to become the one-in-ten-million Yinglong, you have to practice hard and escape faster than other dragons, so as not to be caught by the gods." Birds eat it!"

Feng Ye: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched, and before he could reply, Fang Yang made a decision on his own: "Brother, you can't afford to wake up so late every day. Even if you don't hear the chicken dancing, you should at least get up and practice your sword."

Fang Yang's attitude was firm: "Brother, do you want me to call you when the rooster crows once, or when the rooster crows twice?"

However, Feng Ye's attitude was more determined: "Call me after the chicken dies."