On the Master's Criteria for Selecting Disciples (Cultivation)
The June sky is clear, like a glass dome covering the world. The summer days are bright, the sun casting dark green shadows on the layers of green leaves, beetles crawling silently, and poisonous weeds growing wildly.
The three of them rode to the lake to rest. Lin Yuan, in the spirit of asking if she didn't understand, asked Mu Yunxi, who was drinking water from the lake, "Sister, what is the best strategy that Master said?"
Mu Yunxi: "Of the thirty-six strategies, running away is the best." Lin Yuan opened his eyes wide and then smiled: "As expected of you, Master. You are very honest."
Yuan Xuanlang fanned himself with a tattered, old cattail leaf fan he'd found somewhere and interrupted, "Master isn't a very honest man. Back when I was learning martial arts, I'd stand for three or four hours at a time, and he'd just leave me there and go drink. It was the same with sword practice. Whenever he saw me practicing, he'd just give me some pointers, but most of the time he'd just let me do whatever I wanted."
Mu Yunxi just smiled and said nothing, because she knew that her master valued his disciples' ability to reflect and understand themselves, and would give you just the right advice when your thoughts were blocked, and you would immediately have an epiphany and a sudden enlightenment. Yuan Xuanlang was just complaining.
Lin Yuan blinked, a thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but say, "Master, are you being forced to accept me as your disciple?"
Yuan Xuanlang jumped in front of Lin Yuan and said in a low voice, "That makes sense." Then he waved his hand and Lin Yuan tilted his ear to listen.
"My father forced me to be given to Master, and my senior sister was picked up by Master, and you..."
Lin Yuan raised the corner of his mouth and said self-deprecatingly: "I came in through the back door."
The two looked at each other and smiled inexplicably.
Lin Yuan asked again: "Why did your father send you to Jinghu Sect?"
Yuan Xuanlang looked unhappy: "My father is the governor of Yongzhou. He is a man of integrity. Seeing that I was a playboy, he forced me to study under a master to hone my character."
Lin Yuan's question came again: "Where's your mother? Does she agree?"
Yuan Xuanlang looked gloomy: "My mother died of illness when I was young."
Lin Yuan said in panic: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring this up..." What should I do? I don't know how to coax people.
Lin Yuan's brows were furrowed, her lips were tightly pursed, and she looked frightened and at a loss, with the corners of her eyes drooping slightly, as if she was about to cry.
"Puff..." Yuan Xuanlang laughed out loud: "Junior sister, why are you crying? It's you who should be crying. I don't mind if you cry for me, but if others see it, they might think I'm bullying you."
Lin Yuan's eyes widened: "I'm not crying!"
Yuan Xuanlang smiled as he waved his broken palm-leaf fan: "Okay, okay, you didn't cry, brother, your eyes are blurry." In fact, he was very happy inside: "My little junior sister is so cute, I will have fun in the future!"
Lin Yuan curled her lips and ran to the shade of a big tree to enjoy the cool air and quiet herself.
After a short rest and regaining strength, Lin Yuan, who couldn't ride a horse, got on his senior sister's horse. Yuan Xuanlang rode a horse alone, and the three of them whipped their horses and galloped eastward, arriving at Fengyu Hall at dusk.
Fengyutang is the largest intelligence agency in the martial arts world. The spring breeze and summer rain all flow into Fengyutang.
The three of them entered Fengyu Hall, went up to the third floor, and met the hall master.
Maybe the big guys always like to keep a sense of mystery. The leader of Fengyu Hall, Hua Yi, was wearing a purple veil and sitting elegantly at the table, with an expression that was difficult to discern.
Lin Yuan was keenly aware of Hua Yi's surprise and hostility when she saw her, but it faded in an instant. Lin Yuan narrowed her eyes and thought, "Something's fishy. She might know the original owner. I'll have to get her to talk later."
Master Hua said to the three people, "The news I tell can only be heard by one person." Although she was talking to the three people, her eyes were fixed on Yuan Xuanlang. The three people understood in their hearts, and Yuan Xuanlang was left alone.
Lin Yuan and her senior sister retreated to the front hall and sat down. Curious baby Lin Yuan asked, "Senior sister, does Master Hua seem to know Senior Brother Yuan...?"
Mu Yunxi nodded in affirmation, "When Hall Master Hua was in trouble, your senior brother saved her. Hall Master Hua was grateful for saving her life, and whenever your junior brother asked for information, she would share everything she knew."
"Oh, I see." Lin Yuan replied.
Soon, Yuan Xuanlang came out, but he frowned unhappily and said, "The map of the Lone Star Sword Manual is in the Qin Mansion."
Lin Yuan: "Senior Brothers and Sisters, I have something to ask Master Hua. Please wait a moment."
Lin Yuan pushed open the door and saw that Master Hua was still sitting at the table. It seemed that he was sure that she would come to find her.
Lin Yuan's lips curled up into a smile: "Master Hua, how are you?"
Hua Yi glanced at Lin Yuan calmly and said, "What are you doing here again? I don't care what your purpose is in joining the Jinghu Sect, but you can't implicate Young Master Yuan."
Lin Yuan thought to himself: "What a mess! Let's get straight to the point."
Lin Yuan: "Why, did you tell Yuan Xuanlang my identity?"
Hua Yi sneered, "How would I dare? If I reveal your identity, my Fengyu Hall will probably be demolished by Jifeng Tower."
Lin Yuan nodded, raising her innocent face: "Master Hua is very sensible. As long as you don't reveal my identity and whereabouts, Jifeng Tower will naturally not make things difficult for you."
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It was late at night, and the three of them found an inn.
The shopkeeper asked, "Sir, would you like to stay at the hotel?"
Yuan Xuanlang: "Stay in the hotel, three rooms."
The shopkeeper said coldly, "There are only two rooms left." No one answered, and the shopkeeper asked impatiently, "Are you staying here or not?"
Seeing her senior sister's embarrassment and Yuan Xuanlang's worried look, Lin Yuan weighed the pros and cons in her mind: "Senior sister has always liked living alone, so let's not make things difficult for her. It's impossible for her to share a room with my senior brother. The only way is..."
Lin Yuan pulled out a knife and stabbed it into the counter with a "bang". He asked fiercely, "Three rooms... or two?"
The shopkeeper's face changed, and he smiled so hard that his wrinkles piled up like a thousand mountains: "Oh, I remembered it wrongly. There are three upper rooms. Please follow me, sir."
Lin Yuan nodded with satisfaction and turned around to wink at her senior sisters and brothers.
The night fell in through the window. Lin Yuan had nothing to do, so she folded butterflies out of paper, and piled them all over the table in red, yellow, and green.
Lin Yuan thought, I didn’t find out the original owner’s detailed identity from Hua Yi, but the original owner was indeed a member of the Demon Sect, so if I joined the Jinghu Sect, wouldn’t that make me a spy?
But that was the original owner's identity, not mine. I was the one who chose to join the Jinghu Sect...
"Junior sister, you are in such a good mood." A clear voice came from the window. It was Yuan Xuanlang.
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