The red-faced old man frowned and said with dissatisfaction: "Elder Li, are we Hengyue faction really wanting to be so lowly? Make an exception for the life and death of a mortal?"
Elder Li opened his eyes, his voice getting colder, and said: "Elder Ma, the head said, this matter is left to me and so on. If it is not handled properly, this trash kid really committed suicide for the second time, and his parents will announce it. Saying that we Hengyue sent his child to death. Isn’t this embarrassing thing inferior? You can be responsible? If you are responsible, I won’t care about it.”
The middle-aged man hurriedly finished the game and said: "Well, let's not quarrel about this little matter. In this way, we will first accept him as a named disciple. After ten or eight years, he will not be able to cultivate immortality before sending him back. There will be no trouble in the future, isn't it wonderful?"
The old man in Jinpao suddenly said: "If other children who have not been collected follow suit, what should we do?"
The middle-aged man chuckled and said: "This is easy to handle. After this incident, we have learned a lesson. All the children who fail the test in the future will use the magic magic technique to make a lot of points. The idea is not enough. As for this Wang Lin, since this has already happened, he should just accept it. Anyway, a named disciple is irrelevant."
Except for Elder Li, the other two elders looked at the middle-aged man with profound eyes and stopped speaking.
The middle-aged man smiled, and said inwardly: "Wang Lin, Wang Lin, I can help you all. The piece of fine iron your uncle gave me, I am disrespectful. I am very strange, a mortal, I can actually get this kind of material."
The middle-aged didn’t know, that piece of fine iron was bought by Uncle Wang Lin from a blacksmith by chance. He was very knowledgeable and saw extraordinary at a glance. This time, in order to let Tie Zhu join the Hengyue faction, He took it out with the attitude of giving it a try. As for the role of this baby, he didn't know.
A piece of fine iron changed Wang Lin's destiny. When the news reached his ears, Wang Lin couldn't believe it, and he was inexplicably accepted as a named disciple.
Two days later, he sent his parents to the Hengyue School. Looking at the excited expressions of his parents, Wang Lin was also quite happy in his heart, and he secretly decided to cultivate immortals here in a down-to-earth manner.
However, this thought changed after his parents went down the mountain. Wang Lin was called to a house specially arranged for named disciples to work. A young man in yellow clothes with a scornful eyebrow looked contemptuously and looked him up and down. Ridiculed: "Are you the Wang Lin who committed suicide to become a named disciple?"
Wang Lin glanced at him and was silent. The young man raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Boy, come to me to report as soon as the sun comes out every day from tomorrow. Your job is to carry water. If there is no food to eat, if it is not working for seven consecutive days, I will report to the elders and expel you from the Hengyue faction. This is your clothes. Remember, the named disciple can only wear gray clothes. Only when they become real disciples will they be distributed. Clothes of other colors." After finishing speaking, he impatiently left a set of clothes and a waistband on the side, closing his eyes and calming down to ignore the other party.
Wang Lin picked up the clothes and asked, "Where do I live?"
The young man didn't make any money, and said casually: "Go north, and you will naturally see a row of bungalows. Give the card to the disciples there and arrange a room for you."
Wang Linji turned in his heart and walked north. After he left, the young man opened his eyes and muttered to himself with contempt: "It is a waste of suicide to join in."
Walking in the Hengyue faction, most of the disciples Wang Lin saw along the way were dressed in grey clothes, all walking in a hurry, with a cold expression, some of them were still holding work tools in their hands, and their expressions were slightly tired.
After walking north for a long time, I finally saw a row of short houses. There were more disciples in gray clothes than elsewhere, but they still did their own things and rarely talked with each other.
After handing the waist card to the yellow-clothed disciple in charge of this place, the other party didn't say a word, and pointed to a house impatiently.
Wang Lin was also used to the indifferent expressions of everyone here. He walked to the house and opened the door to take a look. The room was small, with two wooden beds and a table. It was cleaned very cleanly, and it was about the same level as at home.
He chose a wooden bed that seemed to be unused, and put his luggage away. Then he lay on the bed and his thoughts were full. Although the Hengyue faction finally came in, it was not as capable of practicing immortal arts as he imagined. The previous youth in yellow meant that his job was to carry water.
Thinking of this, he sighed and touched the stone bead tied to his chest with a rope in his arms. This thing is a treasure he cares about very much. Wang Lin reads a lot and knows many allusions, including the innocence of each other. Regarding sin, he secretly made up his mind not to let anyone know that he has this treasure.
It was not long before night fell, and a thin gray-clothed boy with a tired expression pushed open the door and walked in. He saw Queen Wang Lin startled, looked carefully, and ignored him. In bed, fell asleep.
Wang Lin didn’t care either. He knew that he would wake up early tomorrow, touched his stomach, and took out some sweet potatoes from the package. These foods were brought by his parents. They were prepared to eat when he was looking for him on the road. When he found Wang Lin, he was paid. Hengyue faction, so he left all the remaining sweet potatoes.
The sweet potato was very sweet. Wang Lin took a few bites. At this moment, the boy lying opposite moved his body, got up and stared at the sweet potato, swallowed a few saliva, and whispered: "Can you give me a piece?"
Wang Lin immediately took out a few pieces and threw them on the other party's bed, and said with a smile: "I have a lot here. Eat more if you like."
The boy grabbed it immediately, gobbled it into his stomach, then ran to the table and poured a glass of water, drank it dry, and sighed: "Fuck, I haven't eaten anything for two days, man, buddy, thank you . By the way, what is your name?"
When Wang Lin reported his name, when the teenager heard it, he was shocked and lost his voice: "You are Wang Lin, the one who entered the Hengyue School by suicide..." He said this, he realized Hao Ran, and laughed softly: "Man, My name is Zhang Hu. To tell the truth, there are almost no people in the pie who don’t know you. Don’t blame me for saying that. In fact, I admire you, but I can come in this way."
Wang Lin smiled bitterly, without reason, and passed a few sweet potatoes.
Zhang Hu quickly took it, and after taking a few mouthfuls, he said embarrassedly: "Wang Lin, you should save some for yourself. You are new here. I don’t know that the weasel in the general office has a bad stomach. You will know when you work tomorrow. Oh, fucking, he simply doesn’t treat us as registered disciples as human beings!"