These dozens of swords don't look like they are of very good quality, some of them are even crooked in shape, and overall they have a simple feel.
But the men and women in green robes acted as if these swords were priceless treasures, and they felt relieved after confirming that they were not damaged.
"Luckily, nothing happened. Otherwise, repairs would be another expense." They exchanged glances before looking at Ye Lan, who had just made the move. After sizing him up and down, they asked warily, "You're not a sect disciple. What brings you to our Beidou Sect?"
Others always use courtesy first and then force, but here we do it the other way around.
But Ye Lan was used to it, and said calmly: "Send it away."
Hearing this, the Beidou Sect disciples were all suspicious, "Who are you sending them to?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the girl opposite him took a step to the side, revealing an old figure behind him.
"Hey, why does he look familiar?" The young disciples didn't question the old man's identity when they first saw him. Instead, they felt familiar. After a moment, someone shouted, "Ah! Is he the portrait of the former leader in the sect's genealogy?!"
What?
Upon hearing this, the others immediately took another closer look at the old man. The more they looked, the more they saw the resemblance. Finally, they all rushed forward and surrounded him. "Quick, we can't let him escape. Take him up the mountain and tell the eldest brother!"
"Okay." Immediately, someone jumped onto a branch without taking the mountain path. After a few jumps, he entered the sect with blue bricks and white tiles.
As soon as Lao Guaizi saw this group of disciples wearing familiar green robes appear, he couldn't take his eyes off them.
Being surrounded, he inexplicably showed a bit of anxiety and waved his hands repeatedly, saying: "I am just a disciple of the sect who has been away for many years, not the former leader."
However, the group of disciples didn't care what he said and insisted on helping him up the stone steps.
"Let's go, let's talk about it when we get back."
The youngest and the others behind him were dumbfounded when they saw them robbing a bride from a mountain king. "This..."
Ye Lan, who was passing by, said lightly, "You'll get used to it."
Then I followed him up the stairs.
Youngest: “…”
Isn't this too weird?!
But something even stranger is yet to come.
When Ye Lan and the other two, who were one step behind, walked through the ancient gate with the plaque of "Beidou Sect" and entered the front yard paved with bluestone slabs, they saw a burly man with a beard hugging an old cripple and crying loudly.
"Master! You are finally back. Do you know how miserable I have been waiting for you?"
The big man was also wearing a green robe, but there were patterns on the sleeves. It was obvious that he had a high status in the sect. But at this time, he was crying so hard that it was unbearable to watch.
Even Wu Heng and Yao'er couldn't help but look away, feeling it hurt their eyes.
But the disciples surrounding him had tears in their eyes and looked extremely moved.
The old man was a little confused at this moment. His old bones were completely trapped in the other person's arms. After listening for a long time, he hesitated and said, "Are you... Little Meat Bun?"
"Yes, it's me, Master." The big man finally let him go. Wiping his tears with his big hands, he said with a look of grievance, "When we were little, you loved pinching my face the most. How come you don't even remember me?"
Thinking about it, I'm about to cry again.
Old beggar: “…”
When he left his home sect, the other party was only as tall as his knees, a chubby tiger boy. It was strange that he could recognize him!
However, the other party quickly changed the subject and welcomed them into the living room before asking about the old man's experiences over the years.
The old cripple sighed and explained the whole process, which immediately made the other disciples indignant.
"Damn it! There really are only monsters out there who love to scam people. Last time I was kind enough to help distribute flyers, but I was caught and fined by law enforcement officers, who accused me of spreading improper information."
"I was just trying to help an old lady who had fallen to the ground, but she grabbed me and wouldn't let me go. She accused me of bullying the elderly, weak, women and children."
…
Everyone talked about their own experiences, and they all had a lot of grievances.
Wu Heng had never seen the dangers outside the mountain, so he seemed to understand what he said.
Xiao'er sensed something was amiss and whispered to Ye Lan, who was sitting across the table, "Why do I feel like these people are a bit..."
He didn't say anything else, but Ye Lan knew the answer.
Now the Beidou Sect disciples in the living room are all looking not very smart.
But she was used to it.
Since its founding, this sect has used tough swordsmanship as its method, and has recruited disciples who are all big and strong but relatively simple-minded. Unknowingly, the Beidou Sect always manages to get the top three places in various sect competitions, but will later be disqualified because of being framed by others and accused of fighting.
They often work themselves to death but end up with nothing, so the entire sect is filled with an air of poverty.
While the major ancient martial arts sects have already made their mark in the outside world and are being hailed as gods, the Beidou Sect is so poor that it has to beg for alms and do odd jobs. Its experiences of being bullied and cheated are so rich and colorful that they can be published in a book.
In short, this is a magical existence in the ancient martial arts world.
After everyone in the living room finished sharing their experiences of being deceived, the old cripple finally remembered the burden he had brought with him and asked the eldest disciple with some embarrassment, "Who is the current sect leader? I have been away for so many years and have accepted a disciple. I would like to meet the sect leader and ask for a Beidou Sect disciple's badge."
All sect disciples have files recorded in the books, and only those with badges are considered official disciples.
The bearded disciple slapped his thigh upon hearing this, waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's just a sign. It'll only take a few minutes. Come here, little brother. Take mine first, and I'll fill it up for you later."
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