Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
Irin, Lin Yi of this world, human, thirteen and a half years old, belonged to the Heavenly Sword Sect, and was a glorious … servant disciple.
Half a year, half a year!
That bastard Jian Nanchun, does he know how I spent the past half a year! Huh?
A certain morning.
The sun rose.
Light fell from the sky.
Irin got up from the wooden bed in the extremely luxurious single room assigned by the sect. He picked up the carved wooden figurine beside him and used the family heirloom carpenter's knife that Lin Yi's father had tearfully given him before he left to carve a mark on the wooden figurine.
In this era where there were no electronic calendars, no AI butlers, no clocks, and no cell phones.
Irin had developed the habit of casually recording the days.
From the ten-thousand-year-old servant disciple Uncle Chen Bei, Irin learned that the place where the Heavenly Sword Sect's floating mountain was located was in a "paradise on earth".
After hearing his description, Irin speculated that this was most likely a "secret realm".
It could be a "singularity" or a "pocket dimension". In short, it was a small world hidden in the great world.
However, the flow of time in the Heavenly Sword Sect's paradise was no different from the mortal world.
Six hours was a day, and six hours was a night.
Day and night alternated, and the sun and moon rotated in the sky.
Therefore, Irin invented a timer.
It was a small wooden figurine that he had carved by hand.
The words "Jian Nanchun" were carved on the back of the wooden figurine.
Every day and night, Irin would carve a mark on the "Jian Nanchun" wooden figurine.
Today, he had carved 189 shallow marks, not one more, not one less. They were densely packed, and there was almost no space left on the wooden figurine.
"It's time to carve a new wooden figurine."
Irin casually stuffed the "timer" wooden figurine under the blanket and walked outside. There was a clear stream flowing down from the mountain, and it passed by the servant's room. The morning mist was misty, and the cool air moistened the lungs. Irin used a wooden basin to fetch a basin of water. After a simple wash, he took advantage of the fact that the other wooden huts were still not moving and sat on a large round rock. There was a simple straw mat on the rock.
This was the place where he usually meditated.
Inhale … Exhale … Inhale … Exhale …
"Pu."
As she sucked, a fart leaked out from the back door of the Irin … It was leaking.
"Wahahaha —"
A delicate little person came out from behind Irin's neck and sneered in his ear.
"Didn't I tell you? There are many experts here. Their spiritual senses can cover almost the entire floating mountain. If they discover you, it will be hard for me to explain myself."
Irin pinched the "mini" Bai Xiaoyi's arm, which was as thick as a toothpick, and raised it in front of her.
"Tsk, Young Master, didn't you say that a few months ago, your boundary was already able to isolate most of the spiritual senses?"
Bai Xiaoyi was being toyed with by Irin, but she couldn't move. She couldn't help but curl up and put on a pitiful look.
"Can you be more careful? I can isolate most of the spiritual senses, but I didn't say that I can completely ignore it. Did you forget that I told you more than ten years ago? In strange and unknown places, you should hide as much as you can and not expose yourself if you can. Only then can you live a long life. "
"Young Master." On the other side of Irin's ear, a palm-sized "little elf" wearing a mini red dress was shaking her snow-white hair. She was pure as ice and jade, and her expression was as cold as ice. She reminded him in a helpless tone, "Who was it that sneaked out of the Myriad Scroll Mountain last night to investigate the restriction of the sacred mountain in the middle of the night?"
The other mini person was Nie Hongxiu, who had shrunk to a size similar to Nie Hongxiu.
After Nie Hongxiu shrunk, she lost some of her mature charm and gained some of the innocence of a young girl. When she stood together with Bai Xiaoyi, they were like a pair of beautiful fairy sisters. Of course, in their original story, the real relationship between the two of them was not that of mother and daughter. It was just a freak combination of factors that caused them to lose their memories after they became ghosts. Then, they just went with the flow.
Yi Lin was embarrassed by the words of the two little mother spirits. Therefore, he could only put on a straight face and use the dignity of a master. He coughed lightly and argued, "Didn't I just explore and rub against the outside? I didn't go in, right? If I really went in, I would have been discovered. "
Nie Hongxiu and Bai Xiaoyi looked at each other. They had no words to refute Irin's habitual sophistry.
In the past six months.
Irin began to grow his long hair.
He didn't know if the food here was added with hormones.
Ever since he came here, even if he ate bland food every day, his height was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
When he came, Irin was 1.4 meters tall. Now, he was 1.6 meters tall.
If Irin went to the brothel now and changed into brocade clothes, he would really look like an ordinary handsome young man.
His long hair had not been cut for half a year. Irin was also used to growing his long hair. He used a strong straw rope to tie his hair behind his head like a ponytail.
After his daily intake of Qi in the morning, Irin was disturbed by the two mother spirits. He was not in the mood to fight anymore. He slapped Xiao Mei, who was about to come out of his long hair to say a few words, back down. He got up and picked up a shoulder pole from the wooden hut. Then, he picked up two wooden buckets in front of the servant's room and walked to the stream.
"Xiao Linzi, good morning."
Just as Irin was about to get to work, Uncle Chen Bei's door opened. He smiled at Irin as he carried a basin to wash up.
"Hello, Uncle Chen."
Irin released his hands from the shoulder pole. Suddenly, his shoulders sank. The straw sandals on his feet sank an inch into the mud. His entire body sank. However, his expression did not change. He emptied his hands and cupped them in greeting to Uncle Chen Bei.
"You're welcome, you're welcome. Hahaha. "
Chen Bei waved his hand and returned to the wooden hut.
After Uncle Chen Bei returned to his hut, the other wooden huts also started to move.
Including Uncle Chen Bei and Irin, there were a total of 26 servant disciples in the servant class.
Among the 26 servant disciples, the one who had stayed the longest was the white-haired Uncle Chen Bei. The youngest and freshest newcomer was naturally Irin.
After staying here for half a year, Irin finally understood the deeper meaning of Jian Nanchun's words half a year ago.
When Irin first arrived, there were 27 people in the servant class.
Only now did one of them officially become an outer disciple of the Sky Rapier Sect.
It was said that his life as a servant disciple to an outer disciple lasted for almost ten years.
When he left, his face was covered in tears. He roared at the sky to vent his joy.
Irin could understand, but he could not imagine.
This kind of servant life went on day after day, year after year. How could he last for ten years?
If it had been Irin, he would not have stayed in the Sky Rapier Sect.
Who was he looking down on?
That was what Irin thought back then.
As for now, Irin did not really care.
As for the reason … haha.
…
The wooden bucket on his shoulder was especially heavy.
On the day he first arrived, Uncle Chen Bei had taught Irin how to carry water and what the servant disciples should do every day.
At that time, Irin did not pay attention. He lifted the empty bucket on his shoulder and almost buried the young him in the mud.
It was only when Uncle Chen Bei cheerfully lifted the bucket off Irin's shoulder with one hand that Irin finally realized that something was wrong with the bucket.
What was the bucket made of, bastard?
Later, Uncle Chen Bei explained that these wooden buckets were made of Golden Cauldron Abyss Wood from the Nanzhan Department State. This wood was not very useful for refining Dharma treasures. However, this wood had a distinct characteristic … it was especially heavy. A seemingly simple wooden bucket weighed more than six hundred kilograms. No wonder Irin, who was thin and weak, could not carry it with his physical strength alone.
Then how did the seemingly old Uncle Chen Bei carry it?
Was he really a peerless master hidden among the servants?
No, the plot was not that dramatic.
Actually, the reason Uncle Chen Bei could carry these wooden buckets was very simple.
— Qi Refinement.
There was a special array inside the wooden buckets. As long as there was a continuous flow of Qi, it could reduce the weight of the wooden buckets and achieve the effect of lifting heavy objects as if they were light.
Once the Qi stopped flowing or the flow of Qi was not smooth, the wooden buckets would be pressed down again and crush the person.
Just this task of carrying water had many hidden meanings. It was an eye-opener for Irin.
"The important thing is breathing."
As Irin blinked and closed his eyes, fine Qi flowed through his limbs and bones. His feet, which had sunk into the ground, lifted up again. He hummed a tune and walked along the winding path with nimble steps. After filling the two buckets with water, he walked up the mountain.
At the same time.
At the top of the main peak of Floating Mountain.
There was a courtyard here.
In the courtyard, there were purple flowers that never withered all year round. There was also a withered tree without a single leaf on it.
On the bluestone floor full of purple petals, there was a stone table, two stone stools, and two old men in Daoist robes.
The two old men were old and had white hair. However, their faces were rosy, their skin was tender, and their features were delicate. They could be said to have white hair and a youthful complexion.
The most amazing thing was that the two old men's facial features were almost identical. No matter how one looked at them, there was no difference.
Between the two old men, on the stone table, there was a chessboard.
There were nineteen vertical and horizontal lines on the chessboard. It was obviously an ordinary Go game.
One of the old men held a black chess piece. He looked at the empty chessboard and did not place it down.
The two old men had their eyes closed. Their eyeballs moved under their eyelids as if they were thinking or looking at something.
"He's Lin Yi from Green Ox Mountain of the Dong Sheng Divine Continent."
"Yes, Lin Yi."
"It's been half a year."
"No matter how mediocre a cultivator, he should have cultivated to the fifth level of Qi Channeling."
"But why is he still lingering at the second level of Qi Channeling?"
The conversation between the two was very strange.
The former just said half a sentence, and the latter almost did not pause and smoothly continued. The conversation between the two sounded so smooth that it was like one person talking to himself.
"This child's breath is smooth when he moves."
"But his Qi Channeling is sometimes condensed and sometimes scattered. It is difficult to become a great weapon."
"But."
"He understood the trick of the Blood Refining and Sword Condensation Technique."
"Oh? It's that useless book — "
"Who gave it to him?"
"The Sect Master."
"How can it be?" The old man who spoke first finally opened his eyes and said in surprise.
"How can it not be?" The old man who spoke later also opened his eyes. "Ah, little brother, you opened your eyes first. It would be impolite for me to refuse and make the first move."
The latter heard this and was speechless. He was angry in his heart.
The white chess piece landed on the chessboard with a bang.
"Place your piece, Tianyuan."
"… You want to lose so badly?"
The two withdrew their spiritual senses and began to fight fiercely on the checkered chessboard. They went back and forth, not giving in to each other.
After a while, Tianyuan … was defeated.
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