Starting From Huashan Sword Slave, Signing For Ten Years

In the vast square, hundreds of teenagers were neatly uniform, all dressed in quaint Tsing Yi and black trousers, with their heads high and their chests upright, with a solemn expression.

Today, it is the introductory ceremony of Huashan!

Those who pass the barrier become Huashan disciples.

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

"After three days of trials, the following disciples who read their names will leave Huashan by noon tomorrow!"

On the high platform, there are several core figures of Huashan, the head of the mountain, Yue Qianshan, the wife of the head, Ning Yuqiu, the three generations of disciples, the elder brother Lin Kun, and the second elder sister, Yue Linger...

On the side, the deacon of the Cabinet of Ministers solemnly took out the scroll, slowly spreading it out, deciding whether or not the hundreds of disciples underneath would go or stay.

Even the disciples with excellent grades still feel uneasy and hesitate.

Among the crowd, an ordinary, thin-looking young man with confused eyes, raised his eyes and scanned the surroundings, and then looked at the high-spirited or energetic characters on the high platform.

"I'm... crossing?

"Huashan Sword Sect?"

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

A little bit happy, a little bit uneasy.

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

What's uneasy is... the original owner of this body has poor aptitude. He grew up in Huashan since he was a child, but was stuck with aptitude. In this entry trial, his grades were at a low level, and he could not see any bright prospects.

"Ye Qing!"

When the deacon of the Cabinet of Ministers read Ye Qing's name, he cast a disappointed look.

Ye Qingru was struck by lightning!

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

"..."

"The above 73 people, did they leave Huashan or stay in Huashan forever as slaves, and give a reply before noon!

"Congratulations to the 41 disciples who did not read their names and became Huashan's fourth-generation disciples. Now they step forward one by one and pay homage to the leader and ten true disciples, that is, your brothers and sisters." The deacon continued to shout loudly.

Watching one by one step forward, saluting the elders and seniors.

Ye Qing hung his head, extremely sad, and noticed dozens of disappointed eyes one after another, and cast him at him.

At the end of the conference, he followed the crowd in despair and returned to the dilapidated outer courtyard. Some were crying, some sighed again and again, and others had begun to pack their luggage and prepare 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 schools don't need to be delusional. Become a sword slave, and somehow they can learn some simple sword tricks and mental techniques."

Ye Qing clenched his fists, very unwilling, but could only comfort himself in this way.

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

[The sign-in system is activated successfully. 】

[You can sign in when you are in the Dao Yun. The richer the Dao Yun, the more generous the reward for signing in. You can only sign in once a day! Each check-in consumes Dao Yun with varying values. Dao Yun is related to the rise and fall of sects. A certain value of Dao Yun can be restored every day, and the degree of restoration is positively related to the importance of the address. 】

[The current Xiaoyuefeng Waiyuan Daoyun value is detected, 2%, but it is not recommended to sign in here. 】

"..."

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

He was dumbfounded, and he didn't even react for a while.

About ten seconds later, he was ecstatic, "Sign-in system!"

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

Immediately, he immediately walked out.

"Sword slave training ground, Dao Yun 5%, it is not recommended to sign in."

"Jian Slave Chamber, Dao Yun 10%, Dao Yun is average."

"..."

Ye Qing returned to the main peak of Mount Hua, Chaoyang Peak, one of the symbolic buildings of the martial art, the Hall of Yangwei, which was also the place where the introductory ceremony was held just now.

"Plaza, Dao Yun 20%."

"Yang Wei Dian, Dao Yun 70%."

"Sign in!"

Stepping on the steps of Yangwei Hall, Ye Qing looked ecstatic and couldn't help but growl.

"Sign-in is successful, congratulations to the host, get the ‘Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect’!"

"Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect?" Ye Qing couldn't believe it.

The supreme swordsmanship dreamed of by countless swordsmen in the situation can only be practiced if they abolish martial arts by themselves.

There are two mysteries. Sword Qi regenerates itself. After abolishing martial arts, a surge of Sword Qi will be generated in the body, which can protect the heart from the sword, spirit gods, heal injuries, and protect the heart. Absorb the power of others and turn it into your own use.

Ten thousand swords return to the sect to practice, so that ten thousand swords can see the master like a servant, like worshiping the holy god.

When the sound of the system fell, a sword qi was generated from the body out of thin air.

Along with the sword aura, the sky above the Palace of Yangwei, the wind and clouds changed color, the sky filled the clouds, shattered in an instant, there was no cloud cover, the blazing sun irradiated the entire Huashan, the sun poured down, and Ye Qing reflected.

The hidden sword pavilion in the North Peak is one of the most important places in Huashan. There are countless swords and weapons treasured by the sages. Only the inner sect and true disciples who have made major contributions have the opportunity to go in and choose their favorite sword.

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

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

On the high pavilion, an elder rushed into the hidden sword pavilion and forcibly drove the slight sword qi to calm the commotion, but he was self-defeating and made thousands of swords more restless. He was helpless and panicked at the door.

"What a terrifying sword aura, is the famous sword of Jianfeng born? Or is the elder too strong to break through and be promoted to the heavenly sword?"

"Brother, my Qingluo sword is panicked."

"The Sword of Breaking Dawn trembles, and there is a faint power, to pull it out! Is there a heavenly master coming to Huashan?"

Behind the main hall of the Yangwei Hall, many high-level officials tightly controlled the saber around their waists, panicking, doubting...thinking about it, only thinking of two vague possibilities.

"The sword aura spreading throughout Huashan is so terrifying!"

"No, even if it is a heavenly rank, it is impossible to produce this kind of strange power of ten thousand swords worship, but it is a magical soldier. This kind of vision is only possible when the monarch in the sword is born. , Junior Brother Yan Yun has no strength and materials to make a famous sword!"

The head of Yue Qianshan was very sensible, but he was surprised and a little expectant.

If this horrific sword aura is related to Huashan Mountain, and it is caused by the Huashanmen, then Huashan's status will be upgraded to several levels, and no one can shake it.

More than a dozen middle-level figures came from the peaks to report the situation until the sword aura subsided. They did not find the source of the change. UU read www.uukanshu.com, but the strongest place is definitely on the Chaoyang Peak Yangwei Hall!

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

Are you about to leave Huashan, with an expression of ecstasy that you have found a treasure?

Most people frowned displeasedly.

"Hey, Ye Qing, what are you doing here?" The head wife Ning Yuqiu pursed her lips and asked Ye Qing hesitantly, "Are you making a choice?"

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

At the beginning, Ning Yuqiu picked up Ye Qing, who was still a baby, at the foot of the mountain, and he treated him as his own son.

But now is different. He failed the assessment and the rules cannot be broken.

If you want to stay in Huashan, you have to be a sword slave! If you are a slave, not a disciple, your title will naturally have to be changed.

"Huashan is my home, even if I become a sword slave, I don't hesitate to leave! I don't want to leave!" Ye Qing said sincerely, with a firm gaze, seeming to merge with the emotions of the original master.

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

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

"Deacon Chen, take Ye Qing back to the Sword Slave Yard, and give him... a lighter job."

Ning Yuqiu sighed, and Yue Qianshan shook his head, both disappointed and embarrassed. Ye Qing's aptitude was too bad and too bad. They wanted to be partial, and it was difficult for them to improve.

Moreover, they are in charge of a huge martial art, and they need to set an example.

The two could only arrange for Ye Qing to have a lighter chore at most.

One by one passed Ye Qing, from time to time there were eyes cast, or disappointment or regret or dissatisfaction...

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