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- Volume 4: The Trace of the Sword is Lost Chapter 4: Shelter (Part 2)
Xiyuan Mountain is only more than a hundred miles away from Xiping Mansion. A group of people from Xiyuan Xiaozhu. We set off in the morning and arrived before noon.
Zhuang Yi in the team made a visual inspection and found that the altitude of Xiyuan Mountain is about two to three thousand meters. It is said to be the highest mountain within a radius of several thousand kilometers.
The environment of Pingzhou is hugely different from that of Shanzhou. Here, most areas are plains, with few mountains, and even fewer with an altitude of more than two or three thousand meters.
"Do you know how Xiyuan Mountain got its name?" Xiyuan Mountain was already in sight. Li Xuebin asked Zhuang Yi quietly. The two of them fell behind the team so they could chat more easily.
Zhuang Yi shook his head, "I don't know."
"The name of Xiyuan Mountain is related to a garden at the foot of the mountain." Li Xuebin paused after saying this.
Zhuang Yi was amused in his heart, with a puzzled look on his face, "Yuanzi, is that garden called the West Garden?"
"That's right." Li Xuebin said eloquently, "Three thousand years ago, Pingzhou Prefecture was not called Pingzhou Prefecture, but Zhongzhou State. Pingzhou Prefecture was the capital of Zhongzhou State at that time, and the royal family of Zhongzhou Prefecture. A garden was built on the outskirts of the capital, the East Garden and the West Garden. They were specially used for the royal family to spend summer vacations. Later, the mountain where the West Garden was located was called Xiyuan Mountain"
As Li Xuebin talked, he walked through a canyon. Suddenly, the scenery ahead changed, and a towering huge gate tower appeared in front of him. The gatehouse is a hundred meters high, supported by two thick and unparalleled stone pillars, spanning the hillsides on both sides of the canyon.
I don¡¯t know how many years the gatehouse has existed. The mottled moss on it tells the story of the vicissitudes of time.
In the middle position, the three characters "Xiyuan Mountain" are still vaguely distinguishable.
More than a hundred young men and women stopped involuntarily and looked up at this wonder built by manpower. For a moment, they felt their hearts surging and their hearts shaking.
Even Zhuang Yi was quite shocked. In his last life, although he had seen many skyscrapers with hundreds of floors, in this world with low productivity. Seeing such a magnificent building was beyond his expectation.
The leading old man surnamed Yu glanced at these shocked young people, and he was already used to it. Every time I bring a new disciple here, this scene will happen.
"Let's go." Deacon He glanced at the old man surnamed Yu, and when he saw that he had no expression, he shouted loudly.
Everyone just woke up from a dream and moved on.
After passing through the gatehouse, the group went up the stone steps, took a short rest on the mountainside, and continued going up after lunch. All the way to the top of the mountain.
Near the top of the mountain, you can see a large group of buildings built along the mountain. In the ethereal clouds and mist, it disappears and appears.
Stepping onto the last stone step, you will see a very open space, paved with flat stone slabs. A stone tablet more than five meters high stood in front, with three big characters "Xiyuan Sect" written on it with flying dragons and phoenixes.
After seeing the gate tower at the foot of the mountain, you young people were originally in high spirits. They all seemed a little reserved. Even Li Xuebin, who had been talking endlessly along the way, lost interest in talking after climbing the stone steps.
At this time, a group of people came over, all young people in their twenties.
Zhuang Yi noticed that among these people, three were wearing blue clothes, and the remaining ten or so were all wearing white clothes.
"Elder Yu, Deacon He." More than a dozen people bent down to salute the old man surnamed Yu and Deacon He.
"Well, they are new senior brothers. You each take them to the White Lake Academy and the Blue Star Academy and hand them over to your vice-dean." Deacon He ordered.
They responded respectfully.
"You new junior brothers, please come with us." Three young men in blue walked up to Zhuang Yi and the seventeen people and said.
Seventeen people said goodbye to the old man named Yu and followed the three men in blue.
Before leaving, Zhuang Yi saw that the young man who came with them was led away by a dozen men in white and took another road.
Through this open space, a group of people walked eastward. Along the way, there were gradually more and more people, and most of them were wearing blue clothes, both men and women, and they all looked like they were in their twenties.
Finally, three men in blue led them into a courtyard, probably the so-called Blue Star Courtyard. After meeting the deputy dean. The seventeen people were divided into two groups, men and women, and were assigned to different residences.
The eleven men who came with them lived together. A small room for one person. Someone has given away the daily necessities.
That night, an old man wearing a blue robe came to see them, "I am your teacher. I will teach you until you become a middle-grade martial arts disciple."
Seeing that the eleven newcomers were listening with their heads lowered, they looked well-behaved. The old man surnamed An was quite satisfied. It seemed that these students were very obedient. His tone could not help but soften, and he was no longer so harsh. "Before I teach you any martial arts skills, you must first memorize the sect rules. The sect rules of this sect are strict. , anyone who violates the sect rules will be severely punished. Do you hear that?"
"I heard you, Teacher An." The eleven people lined up said in unison.
"Very good." The old man surnamed An said, "The ceremony for joining the sect will be held tomorrow. You should go and rest first." After saying that, he left.
Zhuang Yi returned to the room and picked up the small book that was given to record the rules of the house. Read them one by one. There are not many sect rules, seventy-two in total. After reading it, I fell asleep.
The next day was an extremely grand entrance ceremony. During the ceremony, Zhuang Yi finally saw the strength of the Xiyuan Sect.
At the venue, there were at least one or two thousand people in white clothes, seven or eight hundred people in blue clothes, about 500 people in yellow clothes, and nearly two hundred people in red clothes. The purple ones are the least, about forty or fifty people.
Except these people. There are also older ones. Two to three hundred people were wearing green clothes, and more than twenty were wearing black clothes. There are also more than a dozen old men wearing a variety of clothes that are not uniform.
Zhuang Yi already knows that wearing green clothes is the symbol of a martial artist, and they are the elite of the sect. And the man in black is the deacon. Regardless of their clothing, they are all elders of the sect.
The head of the Xiyuan Sect is a man in his fifties, with a Chinese character face, silkworm eyebrows, and a calm and authoritative face. Sitting there high, he has an intimidating power.
After the ceremony, Zhuang Yi and other seventeen people officially became the blue-clothed disciples of the Xiyuan Sect, and the 113 people who came with them became the white-clothed disciples.
After the induction ceremony, the days became peaceful again.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed. The days of practice were peaceful and fulfilling, without anything interesting to say.
It took two days, and only after everyone was able to memorize the sect rules thoroughly did formal study begin.
They soon discovered that their teacher An was an extremely strict person. For example, if he memorized a word wrong, he would have to start over again; if he paused for more than two breaths, he would have to start again; if his enunciation was not clear enough, he would have to start again The requirements are very demanding.
In terms of teaching, this is even more true.
However, half a month later, no one complained or cursed in private.
Teacher An is indeed a very outstanding teacher, and more importantly, he does not hold back at all when imparting martial arts knowledge. Any questions can be answered.
With the exception of Zhuang Yi, the other ten people had all followed the exercises on their own before and had never had anyone to guide them. Naturally they know a teacher who can answer their questions. How important it is.
Gradually, I developed respect for Teacher An in my heart.
In the morning, before dawn, Zhuang Yi got up, finished washing, and pushed the door open. Looking towards the yard, sure enough, a figure was jumping around in the yard.
Zhuang Yi didn¡¯t even say hello, he walked straight to the northeast corner of the yard and started practicing Changquan.
This person who gets up earlier than him every day is named Yu Yaozong. He is the most taciturn among the eleven people. If he hadn't heard him speak before, Zhuang Yi would have thought he was mute.
After practicing a set of long fists, it was dawn, and the rest of the people got up one after another.
After breakfast, around eight o'clock in the morning, Teacher An will arrive on time and spend half an hour testing the knowledge they learned yesterday. Only then did formal teaching begin.
What Teacher An explained was all basic martial arts knowledge, which was exactly what the people present lacked. These basic knowledge will not be recorded in the secrets of the exercises.
After the two hours of formal teaching time, there is a half-hour question time. Anyone who has any questions can ask it at this time.
Once the three hours are up, Teacher An will leave. The rest of the time is up to them.
In addition to Teacher An, they also have a "teacher". He is Teacher An's assistant and is responsible for answering all their questions about practice and life.
He is also a disciple in blue, but he is older, already in his thirties. Zhuang Yi and the others called him "Big Brother".
Zhuang Yi was very interested in the education model of the Xiyuan School. He learned from his senior brother that, except for the Ziyi disciple, all the other disciples had such a teacher, a "senior senior brother". The difference is how many people there are.
There are usually thirty disciples in white with one teacher, twenty disciples in blue, and ten disciples in yellow. When it comes to disciples in red, one teacher only leads five disciples.
Zhuang Yi and his eleven people had just gone up the mountain and were temporarily under the guidance of Teacher An.?After a month or two, they will be assigned to each team according to their progress.
"Yizhuang, come with me." On this day, after the lecture, Teacher An suddenly called out Zhuang Yi's pseudonym.
Zhuang Yi was stunned for a moment before he responded and followed him anxiously. He didn't know why he suddenly asked him to go.
Walking out of the hospital, he came to a deserted place and stood there, "Yizhuang, you have a good foundation. Starting tomorrow, you don't need to study with them. Someone will arrange you to another team."
Zhuang Yi said yes.
Seeing his performance, Teacher An couldn't help but shook his head and continued to ask, "Who was your previous master?"
"I have never been a disciple." Zhuang Yi shook his head.
A cold light flashed in Teacher An's eyes, "Then, who taught you to practice martial arts?" A breathtaking aura emanated from him.
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