C25 Master Reward

The main hall of the A Gate was located in a pear garden. It was late winter and large snowflakes were pressed on the pear tree, giving it a unique charm.

Above the main hall, two censers were smoking. On one of the lotus seats sat an old man with a horsetail whisk in his hand. He had a ruddy complexion and he could not help but make people think of the word 'immortal'.

"Master, junior apprentice-brother has arrived." The messenger disciple stepped forward and bowed, and then the elder opened his eyes and waved for Zhou Tong to come forward.

"Are you the disciple who charged straight into my A Gate the day before yesterday?"

"Yes, disciple Zhou Tong greets Master." Zhou Tong walked forward and cupped his fists as he said this. After probing with his mind, he immediately knew that the old man's cultivation was at the second stage of three levels of lucidity.

"Yes, my name is Bai Ling. From now on, you are my disciple. Cultivate well. Don't disgrace the reputation of my A Gate." The old man stroked his beard, and looked at Zhou Tong with narrowed eyes.

"This disciple will remember Master's instructions."

"Hmm? "You are also a martial cultivator?"

Taoist Master Bai Ling looked at Zhou Tong carefully, his squinted eyes suddenly opened, revealing a look of astonishment, "It's been a hundred years since a disciple charged into A Gate, never did he expect that he would be a martial cultivator disciple."

"Disciple was merely lucky." Zhou Tong lowered his head and replied indifferently.

"Mm. He is neither arrogant nor impatient. It is truly rare for a martial artist to have such a peaceful state of mind."

Taoist Master Bai Ling nodded his head in satisfaction, "As for luck, you don't have to be so modest. Being able to rush straight to A Gate shows how solid your foundation is."

Zhou Tong felt a little awkward in his heart. If not for the fact that he had coincidentally acquired the mysterious Print and doubled the ability of returning the mysterious black paint to him, Zhou Tong really did not have the confidence of reaching A Gate.

"Alright, the reason why I invited you here today is to see exactly what is so special about this little fellow that is rarely seen in a hundred years. There is indeed something different with a single look." "Come forward, Master has something for you."

Taoist Master Bai Ling waved her hand towards Zhou Tong, and took out an ancient book.

"Master, this is?" Zhou Tong walked forward and received the ancient book with both hands. The words "Liu Yue Sword Art" were written on the book.

"This is your reward." The Taoist Master Bai Ling laughed.

"You might not know this, but among the few founding ancestors of the Star Gauze Sword Sect, one of them is a grandmaster cultivator. He had stored a large number of rare and precious swordsmanship manuals in his sect for thousands of years. "However, in this world, it is as difficult as ascending the heavens for a martial cultivator to rise to the top. The number of people who practice the martial arts are extremely few. The fact that you have this level of cultivation is because of fate."

"Now that you are a cultivator and the only disciple to rush up to A Gate in the past hundred years, I will pass on this [Liu Yue Sword Art] to you as a reward for breaking this record, go back and train yourself."

Taoist Master Bai Ling waved her whisk, and a speck of light the size of a gem fell onto the sword manual. A clear sound of glass shattering could be heard.

"I have already removed the restrictions on it, you can take it back to practice. "Be sure to keep it well. Don't get it dirty or broken. Even if your training is complete, keep it well. It cannot be destroyed."

"Thank you, Master."

Zhou Tong knelt down on one knee and kowtowed to Taoist Master Bai Ling, his heart full of helplessness.

This [Liu Yue Sword Art], although much better than the Zhou family's level 1 and 2 stage martial skills, it could be considered a level 3 sword skill once it was dead. Forget about [Mo Li Sword Art], any random sword technique Zhou Tong trained with would be much better than this [Liu Yue Sword Art].

However, Zhou Tong knew that he still had to practice. After all, this was something passed down within the sect, if he used it within the sect, it would at least not appear too out of the blue, or cause suspicions to arise from the master of the sect.

After thanking his master, Zhou Tong returned to his room. He did not even return to his room to greet Xue Yang, but instead brought his sword manual to the training grounds in the rear mountain.

Opening the book, he took out the Meteorite Sword s, and a simple sword technique immediately danced by Zhou Tong.

In his previous life, Zhou Tong had practiced thousands of sword techniques all over, and this was merely a level 3 sword technique from the lower realms.

The more he trained, the more helpless Zhou Tong became. This sword technique was more suitable for the category of 'skills', but the techniques were rigid and fancy, but exquisite and insufficient. After practicing once, it was kept by Zhou Tong.

"I still can't expect too much from him."

Zhou Tong sighed as he shook his head. Then, he began to practice his [Mo Li Sword Art] once more.

lazily crawled back up until it was time for lunch. Seeing that Zhou Tong had returned, he called Zhou Tong to come and eat with him.

After leaving the residence, the duo walked for an entire incense's time before arriving at the dining area.

The dining hall was divided into three levels. The first floor was where the majority of disciples ate their meals. The huge dining hall was filled with tables and chairs, so it was no problem for it to accommodate three hundred people.

Xue Yang brought Zhou Tong straight through the first floor and down the stairs to the third floor.

"Senior brother, since the first floor is the main hall and the second floor is the small stove, then this third floor must be a private room of some sort, right?"

Zhou Tong looked around with interest. It should be said that it was truly a cultivation sect, the decorations of a disciple's dining hall was even more exquisite than the Navy Tide Wine House in Cang Lan City.

"No, there's no mistake about it, the second floor of the first floor's main hall, but the third floor is not a private room, but a main hall, which is only reserved for qi generating state disciples." Xue Yang waved his hand.

When the two of them reached the third floor, the tables and chairs were placed much less on the first and second floors compared to the first floor. There were a total of about ten tables, and there were not many people eating there, only about thirty or so people.

"As for the disciples of the A Gate, anyone who breaks through the qi generating state would be able to enjoy a lot of special treatment, such as giving priority to the experiential learning missions and applying for weapons and the like. The dining hall on the third floor is one of them as well. The food consumption is the same as the hall on the first floor, but the dishes are indeed quite exquisite.

Xue Yang explained as he pulled out a chair to sit on and poured Zhou Tong a cup of tea, "But in the end, it's still the dining hall. When we have time again, let's find a place to treat you to a good meal so that we can have a few drinks together. "

"Thank you, senior brother." Zhou Tong took the tea and blew at it, then gulped it down.

"What are you thanking me for? It's rare to have such fate, and the days ahead are long. I must make friends with you, or else, where will I find an opponent like you in the future?" Xue Yang straightforwardly waved his hand and then stood up, preparing to go to the window and order some dishes.

"What do you want to eat? I usually don't really care about food, but do you mind if I say something like that? "

"But according to Senior Brother's arrangement, I'm not picky with food." Zhou Tong casually replied. The feeling Xue Yang gave others was that he was an old bro, which made him feel extremely close to him.

A moment later, the dishes that Xue Yang had ordered were served. Although the jade plate was not considered a delicacy, it was still extremely sumptuous.

"I also don't know what you like to eat. It's all food that I usually like to eat, and I don't know if it suits your taste. If it's not, don't blame me." Xue Yang picked up the chopsticks, and indicated towards Zhou Tong with his chin.

"Senior brother, what are you saying? If you accept my invitation and you still dare to argue, then wouldn't I be too harsh on you?" Senior Brother, please don't kill me. " Zhou Tong waved his hand and smiled, he then picked up his chopsticks and picked up a pill from the plate.

Just as Zhou Tong was about to put the pill in his mouth, a tiny piercing sound came out, and with a "sou" sound, the pill on Zhou Tong's chopsticks was pierced by a three inch long, small finger sized flying edge, and nailed to the wall.

"New kid, we're just going to eat. What's the point of talking so much nonsense?"

Zhou Tong turned to look at him. He was an extremely skinny youth, with an unrestrained head of hair that had been dyed with wax, standing up high like the mane of a wild boar.

"What are you looking at? You aren't convinced? I heard you just entered the sect and got the [Liu Yue Sword Art] from Master. And it just started to expand? "

Zhou Tong tilted his head and looked at the man, he laughed sinisterly and licked his lips, then slapped his chopsticks and stood up.

"Hey, sit down first. We have something to talk about."

Seeing that Zhou Tong was angered, Xue Yang immediately stood up and patted Zhou Tong's shoulders, and then came close to Zhou Tong and whispered into his ear.

"The sect rules state that other than gambling and sparring, no personal fights are allowed. If you find out that there's a penalty for merit points, without any merit points, you might be sent off to the B Sect. Calm down and hand it over to me."

"Thank you, senior apprentice-brother." Zhou Tong nodded his head lightly, then sat back down, coldly glancing at him as he memorized his appearance.