Green Mountain Sword Sect.
"Newcomer, get up and get to work!"
Zhang Lin was woken up by a servant disciple kicking him. There were more than a dozen beds in the dimly lit room, and the older servant disciples were still sleeping in their blankets.
"Go and boil water for us to wash our faces."
Zhang Lin clenched his fists, daring not to speak out in anger. He thought he would be asked to serve the cultivators living on the mountain, but he didn't expect to have to serve these menial disciples.
Did you hear me?
"Senior brother, I'll go right away."
"Just listen to me. Everyone goes through this. Once there are new handyman disciples, things will be easier for you."
"Um."
Zhang Lin wore a wry smile.
Zhang Lin was treated like a beast of burden by his fellow apprentices, fetching water, chopping firewood, boiling water, cooking, washing clothes, and sweeping the floor. After he finished his work, he could only eat the leftovers from his fellow apprentices.
"Junior brother, from now on, the job of cleaning the three thousand steps will be yours. You must do a good job."
Zhang Lin frowned, wanting to refuse, "Senior brother, Steward Wang asked me to work in the servants' quarters first."
"The Three Thousand Steps is an important place for the sect. You can often run into the elders of the Green Mountain Sword Sect there. If they see that you are diligent and down-to-earth, they may make an exception and teach you immortal techniques."
"All right."
"Junior Brother has a longer-term vision."
Zhang Lin knew the chances were slim, and if he didn't try, he would truly have no chance.
Every morning, after serving his fellow apprentices in the servants' quarters, Zhang Lin would take a broom and sweep the three thousand steps. He would go up the mountain to greet the rising sun and go down the mountain to greet the setting sun.
Half a year has passed, and Zhang Lin is somewhat desperate. He can't see any sect elders or even junior disciples on the three thousand steps. The people who come and go on this road are mostly menial disciples.
The mountaintop.
Zhang Lin stood at the top of the three thousand steps, broom in hand. He looked down at the foot of the mountain, his legs trembling uncontrollably. "Grandmother, I'm sorry. If there is an afterlife, I will never let you down!"
"Damn you, God, I don't want to live anymore!"
Zhang Lin stepped one foot off the stairs.
Looking at the seemingly unreachable foot of the mountain, Zhang Lin thought that he would surely be smashed to pieces if he fell, so he quickly pulled his foot back. "Actually, I was just kidding you."
The wind was strong at the mountaintop, and Zhang Lin's already trembling legs lost their footing, causing him to fall off the cliff.
"ah!"
"Help!"
Zhang Lin had a broom between his legs.
Just as he was in despair, a green light appeared before his eyes. Zhang Lin felt the world become quiet, and even time slowed down. A female sword cultivator in a green dress grabbed Zhang Lin's shoulder and threw him onto the nearby steps.
Zhang Lin sat on the steps, watching the beautiful female sword cultivator disappear into the clouds on her sword.
After the green-skirted swordsman left, a smile that hadn't appeared on Zhang Lin's face in a long time appeared. He said with a bright smile, "I knew it. I can't be unlucky forever."
After escaping death, Zhang Lin returned to the servants' quarters. He began asking his fellow disciples about the green-skirted sword cultivator. There weren't many female sword cultivators in the Green Mountain Sword Sect, and even fewer who wore green skirts. He quickly found out the identity of the female sword cultivator.
Zhu Qingyu, the sect leader's direct disciple, is very likely to become the sect leader of the Green Mountain Sword Sect in the future.
"Junior brother, you don't happen to like Senior Sister Zhu, do you? She's a highly admired prodigy."
"A toad trying to eat swan meat!"
"Hahaha."
Faced with his senior brothers' sarcasm, Zhang Lin blushed and said, "It's not what you think. Senior Sister Zhu saved me, and I was just thinking of thanking her."
"Even if this is true, Senior Sister Zhu won't remember you, a menial disciple."
In the days that followed, Zhang Lin would go to the Three Thousand Steps very early every day. He would often sit on the Three Thousand Steps in a daze, always hoping to run into Zhu Qingyu again.
Two years passed in the blink of an eye. Zhang Lin was still wearing the clothes he wore in the servants' quarters, except that the trousers and sleeves were shorter. When Zhang Lin was resting halfway up the mountain, he saw Zhu Qingyu riding the wind. He immediately stood up and excitedly raised the broom in his hand and waved it around.
"Thank you, Senior Sister. Thank you, Senior Sister."
Hearing Zhang Lin's call, Zhu Qingyu landed halfway up the mountain. She was a little puzzled. "Do you need something from me?"
Zhang Lin nodded excitedly, "You saved me here back then, do you remember?"
"So it was you. It was just something I did on the spur of the moment." Zhu Qingyu didn't take it to heart.
Zhang Lin said earnestly, "Thank you so much, Senior Sister Zhu, for saving my life. I will definitely repay you in the future."
"oh."
Zhu Qingyu spoke indifferently.
"My name is..."
Before Zhang Lin could finish speaking, Zhu Qingyu had already taken to the air, turned into green light, and disappeared.
"Good luck."
Zhang Lin knew that Zhu Qingyu didn't want to talk to him, but he was still grateful to her for saving his life back then.
Six months later, while the senior disciples in the miscellaneous servants' quarters were still asleep, Zhang Lin took off his servant disciples' clothes and hid near the square outside the mountain gate. He slipped out of the Green Mountain Sword Sect when the sect was recruiting disciples.
Zhang Lin originally wanted to settle accounts with Lao Yang, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that he would be in trouble if he caused unnecessary problems, so he had no choice but to leave Qingyun Town without stopping.
Qin Luo watched Zhang Lin leave Qingyun Town to wander the world in the river of time. Zhang Lin had served dishes and rowed boats. Later, he made a lot of money by fighting crickets and began to seek immortality. On the way, he rescued a girl who had fallen into the water, but the girl wrongly accused him of molestation. Passersby surrounded him and beat him up.
Jinyang City.
Zhang Lin arrived at the simple street stall.
An elderly man dressed in simple white robes sat cross-legged on the ground. Qin Luo suddenly realized, "So that's how it is."
“Benefactor, you have good taste. This book, ‘The True Explanation of Taoist Magic,’ contains one hundred and eight kinds of magic.”
As Zhang Lin flipped through the Daoist Manual, he casually asked, "Can someone with a useless spiritual root cultivate immortality?"
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