Starting From Huashan Sword Slave, Signing For Ten Years

In the vast square, hundreds of teenagers were uniformly dressed in simple green clothes and black trousers, with their heads held high and their faces solemn.

Today is the Huashan Introductory Ceremony!

Those who pass the test will become Huashan disciples.

Those who are unqualified will leave Huashan; or become Huashan servants, also known as sword slaves, serving a group of disciples and high-level officials, and are not allowed to leave Huashan for life!

"After the three-day test, the disciples who read their names below will leave Huashan before noon tomorrow!"

On the high platform, stood the core figures of Mount Hua, the head of the family Yue Qianshan, the wife of the head, Ning Yuqiu, the third-generation disciple Lin Kun, the second senior sister Yue Linger...

The deacon of the Cabinet of Internal Affairs at the side solemnly took out the scroll, and slowly spread it out, deciding on the fate of the hundred disciples below.

Even the students with excellent grades feel restless and hesitant.

In the crowd, there was an ordinary-looking, thin young man, but his eyes were confused, he raised his eyes to scan the surroundings, and then looked at the high-spirited or Yuan Tingyue standing figures on the high platform.

"I'm... crossing over?

"Huashan Sword Sect?"

Ye Qing muttered to himself at a volume that only he could hear.

There is a bit of joy, and a bit of anxiety.

Happily, he has longed for martial arts and rivers and lakes since he was a child, but in another world, he has no worries and is alone, so coming here is a kind of new life.

What is disturbing is... the original owner of this body has low aptitude. He grew up in Huashan, but because of his aptitude, in this entry trial, his grades were at the bottom, and he could not see any bright future.

"Ye Qing!"

When the deacon of the cabinet read Ye Qing's name, he looked disappointed.

Ye Qing was struck by lightning!

The deacon only paused for half a second, and continued to announce the subsequent losers.

"..."

"Whether the above 73 people leave Huashan, or stay in Huashan forever as slaves, give an answer before noon!

"Congratulations to the 41 disciples whose names have not been read, becoming the fourth-generation disciples of Huashan. Now come forward one by one to meet the master and the ten true disciples, that is, your senior brothers and sisters." The deacon continued to shout loudly.

Watching one by one come forward and salute the elders and brothers and sisters.

Ye Qing lowered his head, extremely sad, and even noticed dozens of disappointed eyes cast on him one after another.

At the end of the meeting, he followed the crowd in a daze, and returned to the dilapidated outer courtyard. Some were crying, some were sighing, and some had already started packing their bags and preparing to go down the mountain.

"No matter what, you must stay in Huashan, even if you become a sword slave!

"With this physical aptitude, even Huashan can't enter, and other sects don't have to think about it. If you become a sword slave, you can still learn some simple sword moves and mental techniques."

Ye Qing clenched his fists, very unwilling, but he could only comfort himself like this.

[The sign-in system is being activated, 1%, 2%...]

[The sign-in system is activated successfully. 】

[Where the Dao Yun is, you can sign in. The richer the Dao Yun is, the richer the sign-in rewards are, and you can only sign in once a day! Each sign-in consumes different values ​​of Dao Yun. Dao Yun is related to the rise and fall of the sect, and a certain amount of Dao Yun can be recovered every day, and the degree of recovery is positively correlated with the importance of the address. 】

[It is detected that the current Dao Yun value of Xiaoyuefeng Outer Academy is 2%, but it is not recommended to sign in here. 】

"..."

A series of information flowed into Ye Qing's mind.

Let him freeze in place, and he didn't even react for a while.

After about ten seconds, he was ecstatic, "Sign in to the system!"

He is not sure how powerful this system is, but he can be sure that it can change his fate!

Immediately, he immediately walked out.

"Sword Slave Training Field, Dao Yun 5%, it is not recommended to sign in."

"Sword Slave Chamber, Dao Yun 10%, Dao Yun average."

"..."

Ye Qing returned to Chaoyang Peak, the main peak of Mount Hua, one of the symbolic buildings of the sect, Yangwei Hall, where the entrance ceremony was held just now.

"Plaza, Dao Yun 20%."

"Yangwei Palace, Dao Yun 70%."

"Sign in!"

Stepping on the steps of Yangwei Hall,

Ye Qing was overjoyed and couldn't help growling.

"Sign in successfully, congratulations to the host, and get the 'Wan Jian Gui Zong'!"

"Wan Jian returned to the sect?" Ye Qing couldn't believe it.

The supreme swordsmanship that countless swordsmen in Fengyun dreamed of can only be practiced by abolishing martial arts.

There are two mysteries, the sword qi is self-generated. After abolishing martial arts, a sword qi will be produced in the body, which can control the sword, spirit, heal the wound, and protect the heart; Absorb the power of others and turn it into your own use.

Wan Jian returns to the sect to practice, and Wan Jian will be able to make Wan Jian meet the master like a servant, like worshiping a holy god.

When the system sound fell, a gust of sword energy emerged from the body out of thin air.

Along with the mutation of the sword qi, there was also the sky over Yangwei Hall, the wind and cloud changed color, the sky was full of clouds, and it was shattered in an instant, without the cover of clouds, the scorching sun shone on the entire Huashan Mountain, and the sun fell, reflecting Ye Qing.

The Cangjian Pavilion on the North Peak is one of the most important places in Huashan. There are countless swords and sharp weapons treasured by the sages. Only inner sects and true disciples who have made great contributions have the opportunity to go in and choose their favorite swords.

At this moment, the thousand-handed sword trembled, trying to break free from the shackles of the scabbard, soaring into the sky, and worshiping the king!

"What's going on! Since the establishment of the Cangjian Pavilion, there has never been such a vision!"

On the high pavilion, an elder rushed into the hidden sword pavilion, forcibly driving the slightest sword energy, trying to calm the commotion, but he was self-defeating, making thousands of swords more restless. He was helpless and panicked at the door.

"It's such a terrifying sword energy. Was it the birth of the famous sword of Zhujian Peak? Or was it the breakthrough of the Supreme Elder's strength and promotion to the Heavenly Sword?"

"Senior Brother, my Qingluo Sword is panicking."

"The Daybreak Sword is trembling, and there is a faint force that wants to pull it out! Is there a heavenly master coming to Huashan?"

Behind the main hall of Yangwei Palace, many high-level officials tightly controlled their swords around their waists, panic and doubts... After thinking about it, only two remote possibilities came to mind.

"The sword energy spreading across Huashan is so terrifying!"

"No, even if it is a heavenly rank, it is impossible to produce such a strange power of worshiping thousands of swords. It is only the birth of a magic weapon and a monarch in the sword that can produce such a vision. However, Jianjian Peak has not opened a furnace to cast swords recently. , Junior Brother Yanyun doesn't even have the strength and materials to forge a famous sword!"

The leader, Yue Qianshan, was very rational, but he also expressed surprise and a bit of anticipation.

If this frightening sword energy is related to Huashan and is induced by the Huashan sect, then Huashan's status will be raised several levels, and no one can shake it.

More than a dozen middle-level people came from various peaks to report the situation. Until the sword energy subsided, they could not find the source of the abnormal movement, but it is certain that the most intense place is in the Yangwei Hall of Chaoyang Peak!

But at the moment, on the steps, there is only one... waste material who can't even pass the entry test.

You are about to leave Huashan, and you still have an ecstatic expression of finding a treasure?

Most of them frowned in displeasure.

"Hey, Ye Qing, what are you doing here?" Ning Yuqiu pursed her lips and asked Ye Qing hesitantly, "Did you make a good choice?"

"Master... head, Mrs. Yue." Ye Qing suppressed his emotions and bowed solemnly.

Back then Ning Yuqiu picked up Ye Qing who was still a baby at the foot of the mountain, treated him like his own son, ate and lived with Yue Linger, Lin Kun and others, and treated Yue Qianshan and Ning Yuqiu with the respect of teachers.

But today is different from the past, he failed the assessment, and the rules cannot be broken.

If you want to stay in Huashan, you have to be a sword slave! He is a servant, not a disciple, so the address naturally has to be changed.

"Mount Hua is my home. Even if I become a sword slave, I will not hesitate. I don't want to leave!" Ye Qing said sincerely, as if merging the emotions of the original owner, with firm eyes.

"Okay, it's best to stay in Huashan."

"The rivers and lakes are too dangerous. With your aptitude and temperament, it is really difficult to survive outside, so stay at Huashan with peace of mind."

"Deacon Chen, take Ye Qing back to the Sword Slave Court, and find him... an easier job."

Ning Yuqiu sighed, Yue Qianshan shook his head, both disappointed and embarrassed, Ye Qing's aptitude is too poor, they want to be partial, and it is difficult to get promoted.

And there are no rules, and they need to set an example in order to be in charge of such a huge sect.

At most, the two of them could only arrange for Ye Qing to have a lighter job.

They passed Ye Qing one by one, and from time to time they cast their gazes, either disappointed or regretful or dissatisfied...

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