Chapter 9 Getting Started

"Dang...Dang...Dang..." Rhythmic metal knocking sounds came from outside, waking Huan Yin up. He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a huge sword hanging in the air, with the tip of the sword pointing at him. Huan Yin was startled, and suddenly propped himself up, only to find that he was lying on a big bed, covered with a thick quilt. The sandalwood in the room burned quietly, filling the room with a peaceful atmosphere. If it weren't for the huge sword hanging in the air, Huan Yin would have thought he had returned to his home in Jingzhou.

He straightened up, calmed down, and looked at the huge sword carefully before he felt at ease. It turned out that it was just a pattern painted on the ceiling of this room, but the painting was too realistic, and Huan Yin didn't look carefully when he just opened his sleepy eyes.

Huan Yin felt his body, and except for hunger, he didn't feel any discomfort. He looked around carefully. This was a spacious room. Except for the huge sword painted on the ceiling, the other walls around were all white. There was also a desk and a cabinet in the room, and nothing else. The layout of the whole house is extremely simple and plain, and a little empty.

Huan Yin remembered that he was waiting for Xianyuan by the boulder beside the Qingchuan River, and a heavy rain made him lose consciousness. It seems that he was rescued and brought here. Huan Yin climbed up from the bed, put on his clothes, and walked towards the door. He wanted to thank the person who saved him. Although he didn't wait for Xianyuan in the end, he still survived.

Huan Yin pushed open the door, and the sound of knocking on metal became clearer. The sound came from downstairs. The person who rescued him must be busy with something. He followed the sound and walked downstairs. This is a five-story building. There are several rooms on each of the top four floors. The outside is connected by a long corridor. The layout is like an inn, but the difference is that there are various sword pictures hanging on each column in the corridor.

The first floor of the building is a spacious hall, which is cleaned cleanly. There is a black table above the main hall of the hall, which is full of spirit tablets. The largest one in the middle reads: The spirit tablet of Qi Jue Zi, the master of Jiange. There are many other spirit tablets next to it, all with the words "Jiange So-and-so".

Although he didn't know who the people on these spirit tablets were, Huan Yin still knelt down on the cushion in front of the spirit tablet and bowed three times. Then he stood up and walked out of the hall.

Outside is an open terrace, the ground is paved flat with bricks and stones. Looking out from the terrace, there are endless mountains and lingering mist. In the middle of the terrace, there is a huge furnace, the flames inside are burning red, Huan Yin just looked at the color, and seemed to feel that the temperature around him was rising. Next to the furnace, there is a man in a green Taoist robe, with a blacksmith's insulation skirt around his lower body. He holds something with a fire tong in his left hand, and keeps hitting the thing with a hammer in his right hand. The sound Huan Yin heard was made in this way.

The man didn't notice Huan Yin, but was concentrating on what he was doing. Huan Yin didn't bother him rashly, but waited and watched silently. After a while, the man seemed tired, stretched his waist, and found Huan Yin standing beside him. He smiled at Huan Yin, put down what he was doing, and walked over.

Huan Yin finally saw his face clearly. He was a man of about 30 years old, with phoenix eyes, drooping eyebrows, broad face and heavy chin, and a heroic look. If he wasn't dressed like a blacksmith and his face was blackened by smoke, he would look like a general in the book.

"You're up." The man approached and said to Huan Yin softly, his tone was somewhat inconsistent with his appearance.

Huan Yin bowed and said, "Sir, did you save me?"

The man smiled and said, "I happened to go there that day and saw you fainted under the tree, shivering, so I brought you back. How are you? Do you feel better?"

Huan Yin bowed to the man again and said, "Thank you for saving my life, sir. My name is Huan Yin, Mugeng Huan, Yin of cause and effect. What's your name, sir?"

The man liked Huan Yin very much because he was well-educated and polite. He nodded and said, "My name is Duan Yun."

"Mr. Duan, where is this place?"

"This is in Wuliangmen Mountain. This place is called Jiange."

"Wuliangmen? But that most... most..." Huan Yin felt something was wrong when he said it, so he swallowed it back, and his face turned red.

Duan Yun laughed and took over Huan Yin's words and said, "It's the weakest immortal sect in Yangzhou - Wuliangmen."

Huan Yin felt very guilty and apologized repeatedly. Suddenly, he remembered the advice of the old man Ci Yuanling and the sword marks on the black boulder. He immediately knelt down on the ground with a "thump" and shouted: "Please accept me as your disciple, sir!"

Duan Yun helped Huan Yin up and asked: "Child, where are you from and why did you faint under the tree that day?"

Huan Yin explained his life story to Duan Yun one by one, and also told him all his experiences in Yangzhou, but Huan Yin avoided the part about the old man Ci Yuanling.

Duan Yun was quite moved after hearing this. Huan Yin was less than nine years old and had experienced many setbacks, but he was devoted to the Tao. This kind of mentality was very rare, and it was no wonder that it was a top-notch mentality. It was just that it was harder to cultivate immortals without the qualifications than to ascend to heaven. He sighed slightly, and then said: "Child, your qualifications are limited. Maybe you are not destined to be immortals in this life. Why don't you think about opening up some and find another way out?"

"I am not afraid of hard work, please accept me, sir!" Huan Yin said firmly.

Duan Yun shook his head and remained silent for a long time.

Huan was very distressed when he saw that Duan Yun had stopped talking. He knew that it might be difficult to fulfill his wish to become a disciple today. He had an idea and thought that as long as he didn't leave the Wuliang Gate, he would have a chance. He immediately changed the subject and asked: "Sir, what kind of place is Jiange?"

When Duan Yun heard his question, he relaxed his brows a little and answered: "Our sword pavilion is one of the many branches of Wuliang Sect. The original master of the pavilion, Qi Juezi, is one of the few accomplished masters in Wuliang Sect. Not only is he excellent in swordsmanship, , and are even more proficient in the art of making swords. Like the master Qi Juezi, our lineage not only has advanced sword skills, but also provided a lot of resources to the sect. The Immortal Sword Artifact can be said to be an indispensable lineage in Wuliang Sect." At this point, Duan Yun paused, as if remembering some painful past, he frowned again and spoke in a much lower voice. To: "I am a disciple of the previous generation of Jiange, and I studied under Qi Juezi. During an important mission for the sect, the master, together with three elders, led more than 30 brothers from all over the pavilion to go out. On the way, we encountered strong enemies, except for me. All the disciples of the Sword Pavilion were killed. In order to save me, my master and the three pavilion elders risked their lives to stop the enemy and never came back. Although I was able to survive, my cultivation was completely ruined due to my injuries and I could no longer practice. "The further Duan Yun spoke, the softer his voice became, and finally it was almost inaudible.

Huan Yin knew that he had asked the wrong question and remained silent for a long time.

Duan Yun was silent for a while and then said: "The sect has lost our lineage and its vitality has been greatly damaged. This is one of the reasons why Wuliang Sect is in such decline now."

When Duan Yun said this, he looked at Huan Yin silently, as if he was thinking about something, and after a long while he said: "Now, I am the only one left in this Jiange, and I have no cultivation. The Jiange lineage in the Wuliang Sect has ceased to exist in name only. If it weren't for the elders in the sect who looked at my master's former reputation, I'm afraid the sword pavilion lineage would have been abolished. Now I am alone here and can only make a living by forging swords. However, I have no cultivation in my body, but I can no longer practice it. There is no such thing as the fairy sword of the past." Duan Yun felt a sense of loneliness, and then said: "The sword I am making now can only be used by the disciples who are still in the sect. Now, you are still willing to follow me. Cultivation?"

"If sir is willing to teach me, I will do my best to repay Jiange!" Huan Yin blurted out without thinking.

Duan Yun looked surprised, extremely surprised by the child's character. You must know that Wuliang Sect was originally a low-end sect in Yangzhou, and its orthodoxy was in danger, and Jiange only existed in name only among Wuliang Sect. He still remembered that he wanted to add a few disciples to Jiange in the past to ensure that Jiange continued to be popular, but who knew that even the servants in the sect refused to join Jiange. Now the child named Huan Yin in front of him actually agreed without even thinking after listening to his words. It was really rare.

"My child, I can teach you how to cultivate immortality, but your qualifications are limited, so don't force it." Duan Yun said.

"If I fail to become an immortal, I will learn to forge swords from my master!" Huan Yin knelt down and bowed to Duan Yun.

"Okay, come here and pay homage to the ancestors of my Jiange. You will be the disciple of my Jiange generation!" Although Huan Yin's qualifications were really unsatisfactory, Duan Yun was moved by Huan Yin's persistence, and he felt a little hope for the future of Jiange. .

Duan Yun walked to the coffin above the lobby and was about to ask Huan Yin to kneel down before him. However, he found that the futon in front of the coffin seemed to have been moved. He turned around and asked Huan Yin, "Have you already worshiped?"

"I just went down to the hall and saw a spirit here, so I came forward and bowed three times." Huan Yin nodded.

"It seems God's will is this." Duan Yun said to himself.

"Okay, in that case, from now on, you will be my disciple, Duan Yun, a disciple of the Jiange generation. I will teach you the methods of cultivating immortals and making swords." Duan Yun said.

Huan Yin turned around and knelt down in front of Duan Yun, bent down and kowtowed, and loudly shouted: "Disciple Huan Yin, pay homage to the master!"

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