October 1st, morning.
White Cloud Main Gym.
White light shone through the window and landed on the carpet. Dust particles could be seen floating in the air.
Garon stood respectfully in the middle of the Martial Arts Hall. His teacher, Fei Baiyun, sat on the high seat, while First Senior Sister and Second Senior Brother stood on either side.
Third Senior Brother stood on the right, holding a square wooden tray covered with a red cloth.
There were two rows of chairs on both sides of the Martial Arts Hall. About ten people sat there sparsely, divided into two groups. They were all wearing white Daoist robes and had sharp eyes. The leaders were two old men in their fifties or sixties.
"Since you are personally selected by me to be my disciple, there is no need for unnecessary formalities. Today, I have invited Master Heli and Master Hester to be witnesses. Let us begin. "
Fei Baiyun nodded to Third Senior Brother Garcia.
"Begin." Garcia shouted loudly. Even with his cheeky personality, he did not dare to delay matters at this moment.
Two young girls wearing white Daoist robes walked forward, each holding a tray with a red visitation card and a reddish-brown wooden cup.
"Read out the sect's commandments," Garcia said loudly.
Garon straightened his body, picked up the red visitation card from the tray, opened it slowly, and read aloud.
"Do not underestimate your teacher; do not forget your righteousness! Do not show off; do not be rude! Do not commit crimes; do not be greedy for unrighteous gains! Do not be arrogant and complacent; do not slack in your martial arts. "
"Disciple Garon Lombard, will abide by the sect rules! Inherit the sect's martial arts! "
"Remember the sect rules. Do you have anything else to say?" Fei Baiyun looked at him with a smile.
Closing the visitation card, Garon knelt down and kowtowed.
Thump, thump, thump!
After three kowtows, he took the wooden cup from the tray and offered it to Fei Baiyun with both hands.
Fei Baiyun took the cup and sipped the black tea inside. Then, he took a feather pen from Second Senior Brother and signed his name on the visitation card. He extended his hands to the two witnesses.
"Witness, please sign!" Garcia said loudly.
The two old men chuckled as they signed their names on the red invitation cards.
The bald old man on the left cupped his fists and said, "I didn't expect that Dojo Master Fei would accept another disciple at the age of sixty. Moreover, his aptitude is not bad and he is calm and steady. He is worthy of congratulations. "
Fei Baiyun smiled with satisfaction. "No, I'm getting old. Garon is the last disciple I've decided to accept. I don't have the energy to accept another disciple in the future. My hope, the hope of White Cloud Gate, is all on the four of them. "
Over the past few days, he had been investigating Garon's situation in many ways. Through various channels, he had learned about Garon's family background, personality, and temperament. He was very satisfied with the results.
Most importantly, with Garon's aptitude, even if he couldn't become a great talent, he would definitely be able to pass down the martial arts of the dojo. At the very least, the Mammoth Secret Technique should not be lost. Only Farak was still not safe. After all, a martial artist might die an unnatural death one day.
"Old Brother Fei, what are you talking about? If you're old, then aren't we the same age? I still want to live a little longer and teach a few more disciples. "The red-haired old man on the other side shook his head and laughed.
Fei Baiyun stood up. There were a few black memorial tablets on the mahogany table behind him. There were words written in an unknown language on them.
"The White Cloud Gate has been passed down to me for the sixth generation. From now on, we will pay our respects to the ancestors and grandmasters of the past."
Garon respectfully kowtowed three times to the memorial tablets again.
Fei Baiyun looked at the respectful Garon and nodded.
"Although your parents are out of town today, and the two of you are on a tight schedule, we had to hold the ceremony earlier. But since you've passed this hurdle, from today onwards, you will be my last disciple. Honor the honor of the dojo as your own. "
"Yes, Teacher!" Garon nodded heavily with a solemn expression.
"Alright, you may stand up."
Garen stood up slowly. The ceremony had come to an end here.
The Martial Arts Hall was the main hall on the second floor of the dojo. At this moment, a large group of people had gathered at the staircase. Most of them were official disciples of the dojo.
The disciples of the White Cloud Dojo were divided into three categories: ordinary, official, and core.
Garon was able to jump two levels in a short period of time and become a core disciple. This was also related to his age and talent.
Fei Baiyun's White Cloud Gate didn't recruit as many disciples as other dojos. In fact, this was related to the dojo's status.
Garon could tell from the rules that the White Cloud Gate was a dojo that was neither good nor evil. The rules didn't have any specific rules about morality.
In other words, as long as you didn't betray the dojo or do anything that would tarnish the dojo's reputation, you could do whatever you wanted.
After the ceremony, Fei Baiyun and the two dojo masters sat together and chatted. The rest of the disciples went downstairs one by one and sat down in the living room to rest and prepare for dinner.
Garon followed the eldest senior sister and the second senior brother. He happened to see the white tiger tattoo on Rosetta's exposed back. The white tiger was ferocious and fierce. As the skin moved, it gave off a threatening aura.
The white tiger tattoo extended from Rosetta's back to her chest and across her shoulders. In the center of the tiger's back, a blood-red spine could be clearly seen.
However, when Garon looked carefully, he realized that it wasn't the red spine of a tiger. Instead, it was a blood-red scar on the eldest senior sister's shoulder. She had purposely used this scar to tattoo the white tiger's spine.
The second senior brother, Farak, was sitting down and chatting enthusiastically with the disciple of Dojo Master Heli. The disciple was also a strong and fierce man. The two of them seemed to have the same interests and were old acquaintances.
On the other side, the eldest senior sister, Rosetta, was chatting with another disciple of Dojo Master Heli. He seemed to be very interested in the eldest senior sister and was very proactive.
Garon sat next to the third senior brother, Jessie. He was bored to death as he listened to the two sides casually chatting.
Both of them couldn't sit still.
"Third senior brother, are we official disciples only allowed to learn up to the second level of the White Cloud Secret Technique?" Garon asked softly.
"That's true. The second level of the secret technique requires some precious herbs and external conditions. Only the core disciples are able to obtain them. Why are you suddenly asking about this? You've only learned the first level of the secret technique. It's still too early for you to break through to the second level. What's the rush? " Jessie was puzzled. "But since you're an official disciple, I'll tell you about the later stages."
"I'm just curious." Garon smiled. "After all, anyone who learns martial arts would want to know the specific direction of their path."
"You're quite mature when you talk." Jessie nodded. "The second level of the White Cloud Secret Technique can increase one's strength by 50%. This is my personal experience. As for the third level, only the master and the senior brothers and sisters have mastered it. I'm still far from it. According to them, the third level can truly double one's strength. In other words, your basic strength will double from this level. The eldest senior sister increased her strength by about 100 pounds. The second senior brother increased it by 150 pounds. This is the limit. The third level of the White Cloud Secret Technique is also the highest level that our dojo has mastered. After that, only the founder of the dojo has mastered the fourth level. It's said that with the Mammoth Secret Technique, one can achieve the strength of a mammoth! "
"The strength of a mammoth! That's almost two thousand pounds! "Garon was shocked.
"No one has measured it, but it's very strong." Jessie stroked his chin with a yearning look.
After chatting for a while, the dojo arranged for lunch. The two Dojo Masters left with their disciples. More celebrities from Huaishan City came to congratulate them.
Some important people, such as the mayor and the governor, sent congratulatory invitations.
In addition to the other guests who came to congratulate them, the whole of Huaishan City was shocked by this apprenticeship.
After a round of reception, the time unknowingly turned into the afternoon, and the lunch they ate at noon was almost completely consumed.
After a hurried lunch, Garon was called out by Fei Baiyun and brought to a small, narrow room.
A bald old man with a bare upper body sat in front of the door. His body was muscular and his veins were like black snakes coiling around his body. His long white beard reached his chest. He was sitting cross-legged on the ground, doing something.
Fei Baiyun went forward and whispered a few words to the old man respectfully.
The bald old man nodded and opened his eyes to look at Garon, as if he wanted to recognize him. Then, he closed his eyes again and ignored him.
Fei Baiyun nodded and went forward to open the door.
With a creak, the door was dark and nothing could be seen. Fei Baiyun turned on the kerosene lamp on the wall. The dim light suddenly lit up the small room.
Rows of black bookshelves were revealed, and there were some small books scattered on the bookshelves.
"These are the notes recorded by the White Cloud Gate. You can look through them. Don't worry about this now. There will be time in the future. Come with me. "
Fei Baiyun stopped Garon from flipping through the bookshelves. He strode past the bookshelves and walked to the innermost part.
"Master Bai is guarding this place. It's absolutely safe. He has already remembered your aura. In the future, as long as you don't bring anyone else, you can enter and leave this place as you wish. This is one of the privileges of a Dojo Master's disciple. "
"Yes. Your disciple understands. "
Fei Baiyun nodded and walked to the last row. There was only a black teapot on the black bookshelf.
He carefully took down the teapot and gently poured the contents into his palm. A red pill rolled out of the teapot.
He handed the pill to Garon.
"Eat it!"
Garon took the pill and threw it into his mouth without hesitation. He swallowed it whole.
"Master, what is this?"
"Body Tempering Pill. Your White Cloud Secret Method has reached the second level, right?"
Fei Baiyun looked at Garon with a faint smile. The latter was shocked and didn't know how to answer.
"Don't worry. The first level of the White Cloud Secret Method is the easiest to pass. In addition, I used special medicinal herbs to build your foundation. It's not surprising that you passed it quickly. In the history of the Dojo, there were many ancestors who reached the second level quickly. They were all very talented. However, if you want to break through to the third level after reaching the second level, you need to use special medicinal pills. "
He put the black teapot back on the bookshelf.
"Remember this. Come here and eat one pill every day. Only then can you slowly increase your Secret Method cultivation. This isn't something that can be improved with hard work. Of course, hard work is necessary. "
"Yes." Garen suppressed the shock in his heart and quickly answered. He felt Fei Baiyun's gaze sweep across him like two searchlights. It was difficult to hide anything.
"Don't hide that little thing. It's not a big deal that you've mastered the Explosive Fist Art. I've seen many examples like you. In the real circle, you can barely pass. "
Fei Baiyun casually revealed all his secrets. Looking at the embarrassed expression on his new disciple's face, he felt a little proud. If he didn't discover this disciple's secret, he wouldn't have been in such a hurry to take him into the Dojo.
As for the so-called real circle, if there were so many students who could easily master the Explosive Fist Art, the White Cloud Dojo would have dominated the province long ago. There was no need to hide in a place like Huaishan. He was only afraid that he would become arrogant, so he suppressed this statement.
This kind of talented disciple had only appeared once in the history of the White Cloud Gate. They were all examples of people who were naturally compatible with the White Cloud Gate martial arts. Their progress was very fast and they were very talented.
Garon knew that he had been completely seen through. He didn't say anything else and just laughed.
"I'm just afraid that it's too special …"
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