Ye Qiao's feat of digging a big hole in the back mountain as soon as she entered the house was so amazing that after she received her identity card and arrived at the courtyard where she lived, she attracted a lot of attention.
They looked at her in all kinds of ways, mostly with curiosity and inquiry. Fortunately, Ye Qiao was thick-skinned. She nodded at them as if nothing had happened, like a leader giving affirmation in the countryside, and then entered the yard.
The outer disciple who looked at her: "..." You are so shameless.
The courtyard is similar to a siheyuan, and each outer gate has a separate residence. Ye Qiao simply counted his spirit stones, and at this time, a disciple came over.
"Do you know Mu Chongxi?"
The scene of her and Mu Chongxi falling from the sky was so impressive that many people became curious about their relationship.
Ye Qiao shook his head, "Not familiar with him. We just happened to meet."
The male disciple nodded in understanding. That’s right, how could a direct disciple be with them, the outer disciples?
"My name is Du Chun, and I'm a swordsman. What about you?"
"Ye Qiao." She looked obedient and spoke concisely, "She's an orphan."
Du Chun was choked by her straightforward words. He found that this little girl really had the ability to talk about a topic to death. The boy began to rack his brains to find a topic, "I have an early class tomorrow. Do you want to go together then?"
Du Chun has a cheerful personality. It seems that he is unfamiliar with the place and wants to find someone to travel with.
"No problem." Ye Qiao did not refuse. It was good to have someone to accompany you.
The world of cultivation is not an ordinary place. You just get started and you start classes without even a chance to buffer.
The courses for sword practitioners are nothing more than swinging the sword and practicing sword skills, which is boring and uninteresting for other sword practitioners.
However, for Ye Qiao, who came from the modern era, this was a brand new experience. When she was a child, she watched TV dramas and envied the immortals who wielded swords smoothly, with beautiful and fierce moves.
"This is the sword technique of the outer sect of Changming Sect." The inner sect disciple who was distributing the sword techniques reminded: "Although they are just some basic sword styles, you must not be lazy. There will be an elder responsible for checking your homework for the day."
Ye Qiao spent the whole night drawing talismans and now feels a little depressed.
She rubbed her face vigorously and flipped through the sword technique book called Qingfeng Jue. It did contain some basic moves, and the starting posture was also extremely simple.
Ye Qiao observed the outer disciples around her who had already started practicing sword swinging. She had a good memory and easily spotted the problem. They were all practicing basic sword techniques, but everyone's sword swinging gestures seemed to be slightly different.
In other words, they are not very standard.
Ye Qiao lowered her eyes and studied the Qing Feng Jue, flipping through each page of sword techniques. Because she was too focused, she gradually discovered that the little figures in the book seemed to be moving, waving swords in front of her eyes, like dragons and phoenixes, indescribably cool and fierce.
Gradually, Ye Qiao seemed to have entered a mysterious state. The noisy sounds around him gradually disappeared, and his mind was filled with the movements and gestures of the little man swinging the sword in the sword tactics. The smooth sword shadow swayed before his eyes, and in a trance, it cut through the sky with an intimidating aura.
She had no idea what was going on. When she came to her senses, she was told that she had been standing there in a daze for an hour.
If there were elders present, they would understand that Ye Qiao's current state was what many cultivators called meditation.
Entering into a state of meditation requires a certain level of understanding. Usually, a monk who has entered into a state of meditation two or three times is considered to have reached a very high level of understanding.
It is rare to find someone like Ye Qiao who can hit the target with one shot.
Du Chun walked up to her and asked, "Have you learned it?"
Ye Qiao's mind was full of the scene of the villain swinging the sword just now. Hearing this, he nodded subconsciously, and then shook his head.
She felt that she had gotten it.
But since he had never tried it, Ye Qiao didn't dare to guarantee that he could learn the sword techniques just by reading them once.
Although Du Chun didn't think she could master Qingfeng Jue in just one afternoon, he still kindly reminded her: "I heard that there are several branches of big families among this group of outer disciples. We should keep a low profile if possible."
Otherwise, he would overshadow those people and it would be hard for him to stay in the outer sect.
Originally, he wanted to swing the sword to test the results, but after hearing this, Ye Qiao completely gave up the idea and said, "Thank you."
As a worker who has been working in the workplace for many years, she certainly understands that the only result of being too prominent is to be excluded.
There's nothing wrong with being mediocre.
Results that are neither good nor bad are the least eye-catching.
Ye Qiao doesn't have any big ambitions, she just wants to live a peaceful life in the outer sect.
After a day's classes, Ye Qiao's performance was neither outstanding nor the worst. She put away the black sword, touched her stomach which was growling with hunger, got up and walked towards the cafeteria.
Although the Changming Sect is a bit complicated, it is also quite humane. It provides food and accommodation, and apart from practicing swordsmanship, there is no need to practice too hard.
This is simply the lifelong pursuit of office workers.
As soon as Ye Qiao finished class, she saw Mu Chongxi's flamboyant red dress. She blinked but was not surprised: "It's you."
In the novel, Mu Chongxi is a passionate character.
In other words, he can chat with any dog he meets.
Mu Chongxi was very excited: "Come on, I'll take you for a walk."
After all, Ye Qiao was the one he brought into the sect with. When he heard that the outer sect class was over, he rushed over.
Ye Qiao hummed casually, but his attention was not on this.
She stared at the red sword on Mu Chongxi's waist and asked thoughtfully, "Is this your natal sword?"
The swords in the world of cultivation are made of very special materials. Even Ye Qiao's most common black sword is very heavy. She had just swung the sword a dozen times, and her wrist was so tired that she could hardly lift it.
This made Ye Qiao somewhat interested in the cultivator's spiritual sword.
"Yes." He held the hilt of the sword. "It's called the Chao Xi Sword, and it ranks third on the spiritual weapon list. It's a gift from my master."
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