Volume 3, Chapter 4: The Sword Sect’s Small World.
This day was the Sword Sect's disciple selection meeting held every ten years. The entire Sword Sect city was crowded with people, and the Sword Sect's disciples seemed to be busier than usual.
As the bell of the Sword Sect rang out, the small secret realm opened, and countless people poured into the secret realm. They would walk the same path that Ye Tingmu had walked before, and those who passed the selection would be able to join the Sword Sect.
Of course, the difficulty they faced was only one percent of what Ye Tingmu had to pass. It was not difficult, but it was definitely not easy either.
Whether it is one's character or the control over one's desires, the requirements are very high.
As the Sword Ancestor, Ye Tingmu was meditating and practicing as usual in the small world in the heart of the Sword Sect, looking for the way to the realm of Immortal Venerable.
At this moment, he ended his practice as usual and sighed. Although he used the Enlightenment Technique every day to find the way, in the thorny jungle and the ravines in the mountains, he was like a baby who had just learned to crawl, with nowhere to put his feet.
It seems extremely difficult to move forward even a little bit.
He walked out of the house and heard some noise outside. A little girl ran in hurriedly. The little girl looked about 5 or 6 years old. She had two buns on her head and wore a pink dress. She ran towards her with her short legs.
She looked so anxious and didn't behave like a little girl at all.
Seeing this, Ye Tingmu showed a typical helplessness on his face. This little girl is Ye Nian's daughter, five years old this year. Because she follows Jinghong all day long, her temper can be said to be exactly the same as Jinghong when she was a child.
Not only is he careless, but he's also quirky and catches people off guard.
At this time, the little girl was running and shouting, raising her little arms high.
"Uncle, look, look, my hand is injured."
Ye Tingmu frowned, looked at the lively little guy in front of him, and said, "Why did you come alone? Where is your aunt?"
The little guy stared with his eyes, a little anxious, and raised his hand higher on tiptoe, "Uncle, don't ask first, just look at my wound, or it will heal."
Ye Tingmu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry when he heard this. He squatted down helplessly, holding her little arm and looking at her again and again.
Suddenly his eyebrows twitched.
"Good man, this is indeed a little later, and you won't be able to see it."
The little guy smiled proudly and said, "Hehe, you see, I also have scars."
It was a wound so subtle that it was almost invisible, almost non-existent.
But in order to cooperate with the little guy, Ye Tingmu still asked: "How did you do it?"
The little fellow pulled back his arms, put his hands on his waist, and said in a cocky voice: "I can get the knife myself. Let me make it clear first, I'm not crying."
Ye Tingmu rolled his eyes, his head popped up, and his expression became extremely serious.
He scolded, "Are you a tiger? Who taught you to hurt yourself at such a young age? Your aunt Jinghong was not as fierce as you before."
The little guy held his head with both hands and kept grinning.
"pain."
"Tell it or not? If not, I'll hit you again." As he said this, he pretended to raise his hand and was about to knock.
Ye Chuyi immediately gave in and confessed.
"Brother Qi said that scars are a symbol of masculinity. I want to be a man, so I gave myself a scar." She paused and asked with her eyes raised, "Uncle, can I be a man from now on?"
Upon hearing this, Ye Tingmu was so shocked by this little guy that he stood there in shock. What else could he say?
He took a deep breath, and amidst the expectation of his family, it took a long time before he spoke.
"The first day of the new year."
"Yes, uncle."
"You are not allowed to play with your aunt anymore. Do you hear me?"
"Why?"
"Do you listen to your uncle?"
"Oh, all right."
Ye Tingmu stood up, regained his usual friendly smile, took the little guy's hand, and walked out.
"Let's go and see what delicious food your mother and the others have made."
Ye Chuyi obediently took his hand and followed him out, looking up and asking, "Uncle, can I still be a man?"
"Why do you want to be a man?"
"Because a real man stands tall and proud." The little guy waved his little fists, his eyes full of seriousness.
"But you are a girl..."
"Does it matter?"
“.....”
Time flies, and the Sword Sect selection officially came to an end ten days later. Millions of people participated in the trial.
In the end, less than three thousand people passed, which was insignificant compared to the large army.
Jiang Feng passed the test as he wished, but his fellow villager was unfortunately eliminated.
With visions and aspirations for the future in mind, Jiang Feng swore an oath under the sword and became a glorious outer disciple of Broken Sword Mountain.
He and three thousand other young talents like him entered the life of the Sword Sect.
Those who were unfortunately eliminated left Jianzong City reluctantly, leaving this long-dreamed place as the sun set.
There are always quite a lot of people on the avenue. They look back from time to time and gaze at the majestic city in the distance. The loneliness and wasted time in their eyes turn into the colorful autumn forests and the golden ground.
The biggest regret for the people of Santian is that there is always one person who was eliminated by the Sword Sect.
Fortunately, the Sword Ancestor of the Sword Sect once sealed off the world in the Three Heavens Land and bestowed a volume of the Divine Universe's cultivation techniques on each of the major sects and families.
Even if people cannot enter the Sword Sect, they can still obtain the Sword Sect's way of practice.
Although they were eliminated by the Sword Sect, they could also choose to join other sects to practice immortal arts.
The current Sword Sect is divided into outer disciples, inner disciples, and elders of the Sword Hall.
The outer gate is divided into five major halls: Deacon Hall, Law Enforcement Hall, Attack Hall, Imperial Hall and Foundry Hall.
Basically, all the daily operations of the Sword Sect are managed by the outer sect.
As for the inner disciples, they are only responsible for practicing diligently. Their mission is to break through to the realm of Immortal Emperor in the shortest possible time.
Today, the outer sect of the Sword Sect is managed by Zhou Heisan, Wan Jin, Li Gou... Most of the management are saints who originally came from the lower realms, but now they have all broken through the realm of the Immortal King one after another.
The Sword Sect is divided into two parts, one part is the Sword Sect City that people can see.
There is also a small world that people cannot see. It is hidden behind the Sword Sect City and can only be entered by those who have officially joined the Sword Sect.
At this moment, the three thousand new disciples, led by Wan Jin, passed through the barrier and entered the real land of the Sword Sect.
What greets you is the reflection of rivers, lakes and seas, mountains and fields like clouds, clear sky and green fields, thousands of mountains standing tall and shrouded in clouds and mist, phoenixes singing from time to time, and bells ringing in pavilions and buildings.
It's like a fairyland, even better than a fairyland.
Jiang Feng and others were stunned when they saw the scene in front of them. Who could have thought that there was such a small world hidden in Jianzong City.
“This is so beautiful.”
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