"The cliff won't make us jump off, right?"
"I'm a little scared."
Fang Zhiyi spread his hands: "Are you too bored? There's an old man downstairs, quite powerful, but he probably won't live long. You can inherit his legacy when you go downstairs. This is also a gift for you as the first batch of students in the martial arts school!"
The students were skeptical.
Fang Zhiyi leaned forward to take a look: "But there is a problem. If you jump off the cliff, it will probably be 50-50."
A student clasped his hands together and said, "Principal, please tell me what half and half means."
"Half here and half there." Fang Zhiyi curled his lips. The son of luck still has good luck.
"So starting now, you guys should buy some strong ropes and make a rope ladder like I told you to, okay?"
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's confident look, the students each started to work on the ropes.
When the ropes were gathered together, Fang Zhiyi instructed them on how to tie knots and connect them, and finally a rope ladder slowly descended from the edge of the cliff.
The students went down one after another under Fang Zhiyi's urging. After a long time, they actually found a cave on the cliff!
"Who are you?" an old man said in a booming voice, his eyes bright and shocking. It had been so long since he had seen anyone! And there were so many of them!
Everyone looked at each other and said, "Senior, we are here to learn from you!"
"Learn from me?" Dugu Yin frowned. He truly felt his time was running out, and he wanted to find a successor. But with so many people arriving today... the cave was almost full! Before they arrived, Fang Zhiyi had already warned the students about being sweet-mouthed and cunning, and they immediately displayed their true colors. Dugu Yin, who hadn't seen a living person in a long time, gradually lost himself in the confusion among the calls of "senior" and "expert."
On this day, Dugu Yin accepted thirty disciples.
Lin Muran, who was wandering around, was hiding in a clump of weeds. Not far away in front of him was the training ground of Qingyun Sect. He sneaked to this place because he found that the leader of Qingyun Sect would teach his disciples martial arts here, so he waited here to learn secretly.
Now that I've traveled through time, of course I have to learn martial arts. When I learn it, I'll punch the Nanshan Nursing Home and kick the Beihai Kindergarten! All the beauties in the world are mine!
His fantasy continued until evening, when finally someone appeared on the Qingyun Sect's training ground. An old man sat down cross-legged and began to examine the disciples' skills, giving them some pointers.
Just like the original plot, Lin Muran, who was completely engrossed in the story, was discovered. He ran away without even looking back. He had read many novels and knew that stealing martial arts was a taboo in the martial arts world. If he was caught, the worst result would be that all his muscles and veins would be crippled! This was something he couldn't accept!
It was dark and the road was slippery. Lin Muran came to the edge of a cliff. He did not see the rope ladder hanging in a hidden place on the side. He just heard the shouting behind him, and he panicked and slipped and fell down.
The powerful luck prevented him from falling off the cliff and dying. A gust of crosswind blew him into Duguyin's cave. When Lin Muran came to his senses, he looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. There were so many people in this small cave!
"Damn, what the principal said is true." Someone muttered.
"The principal can tell fortunes, right? Holy crap."
"Someone actually jumped down?"
"You scared me! I won't stand at the door anymore!"
While Lin Muran was in a daze, someone came up to him and handed him a wooden sign: "Newcomers need to queue up to become disciples. From now on, you are just a menial disciple. When your turn comes, you can become a formal disciple."
Lin Muran stared at these people in a daze. It seemed that someone was talking in the depths of the cave, but he couldn't see because the front was blocked by other people.
Dugu Yin had never thought that he would have so many disciples in his old age. He went from being pleased at first to being exhausted, and then impatient. When he heard that another person had arrived, Dugu Yin immediately blew his beard and glared, "No more! Get him out!"
The senior disciple beside him quickly advised: "Master, please don't do that. We are in need of workers right now."
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