C7

"I'll settle you down first. You'll find out about the rest later." Shu Yu said to Dong Lang who was behind him.

"Oh, yes, I'll tell you about our roots here. This place was originally called the Wind Snow Pavilion, it was comprised of twelve pavilions and had been passed on for tens of thousands of years. However, for some unknown reason, eight of the pavilions were moved away by their Pavilion Master, using their ability to move mountains and fill the sea, and for some unknown reason, they were finally gone. Currently, there are Sword Pavilion s, as well as Everlasting Pavilion s, Poison Pavilion s, and Si Yi Pavilion s, and there are Pavilion Master s in every pavilion, but every pavilion is not equal in number, but there are at least twelve people here, such as the Sword Pavilion s and I, s, second senior brother, third senior brother, and fifth junior brother are respectively in charge of the twelve halls. The people who would go out to train normally are all people from the palace and are of a lower level. As long as they become Hall Master, they don't have to do anything. " Shu Yu explained one by one.

Dong Lang stood at the side as if he did not understand what Yun Che meant. Then are the people here all deities? " The young Dong Lang did not think too much into it, nor did he understand too much. Heh heh heh, Dong Lang, there's no such thing as an immortal here, it's just that it's a little stronger than a mortal, ah, what mortals can't do, we can easily do it. Do you understand? " Shu Yu replied with a smile. "Okay, got it."

"Dong Lang, everyone who can enter here is very powerful, according to their talent, you can only be considered average, every person born with a seed in their body, it could be gold, it could be wood, or it could also be fire and water. These were the five most basic ones, as well as the most common and powerful ones. Of course, there were also rare talents such as wind or your ice. However, this is rather difficult to cultivate, and the power that one can gain from it is not that great. "

"Mine is ice? "What does that mean?" Dong Lang asked. It means that you have a seed of ice in your body, and you can use ice techniques. Through cultivation, the ice in your body will become more and more powerful, do you understand? "

Dong Lang didn't really understand. After all, he had never come into contact with these things before, so he asked: "Will I become really strong in the future? Can I fly in the sky like you?"

Shu Yu was startled for a moment, "Master, Master, I also want to fly in the sky like you, and then become as powerful as you. That way, I can take revenge for my parents." The words from several hundred years ago appeared in his ears once more. That year, he was ten years old and was accepted as a disciple by his master. The him back then asked the same question as Dong Lang.

"I will, I will. You will be even stronger than me in the future." Shu Yu answered Dong Lang the same way his master had answered him a few hundred years ago. " "Really, then I can kill that beast." Dong Lang clenched his hands tightly. Shu Yu did not say anything, she only stroked his head. Come on, let's take you on a daily basis. As they walked along the cobblestone path, the warm and comfortable sunlight illuminated them. Occasionally, the mottled shadows of the trees could be seen hanging down, making it seem as if they were truly in the realm of immortals. After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at a few wooden huts that were built in a manner reminiscent of a mortal's.

"This is the resting area for us disciples. There is an empty house beside it, you should stay there for the time being. I'll explain the details to you tomorrow." Shu Yu said to Dong Lang. So what am I going to do? "

"Well, according to the rules, the new disciples are nothing more than sweeping the floor, cutting down firewood, carrying water, and washing clothes. However, from the looks of it, you can only sweep the floor. "

"Mm, alright. I often do it at home too, mother ?" As he spoke till here, Dong Lang's originally somewhat excited face dimmed once again. "Tears welled up in his eyes again." Ai, let's go to the house to rest first. "Just cry, just cry." Shu Yu caressed Dong Lang's head and led him into the house. After a long while, Shu Yu came out and gently closed the door. Senior Brother, how is Dong Lang? " So it was the Tenth Junior Martial Brother. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. Although his face was not angry, it did not lose its maturity and magnanimity.

"It's nothing. I miss my family, but I'm already asleep."

"I say, Fourth Senior Brother, you aren't planning on taking him in as your disciple are you? In my opinion, his talent is indeed average. I think the chances of you inheriting my legacy in the future should be very small. It's very likely that you will be able to stay in the palace for your entire life.

"Junior brother, don't say anymore, I have made up my mind." "A few hundred years ago, Master accepted me as his disciple and didn't care about my rare attribute, Wind. Now that his attribute is Ice, and he coincidentally met me, and our experiences are so similar, all of these coincidences are fated by the heavens to be his. Moreover, we cultivators can't be stubborn, so we can't be fated for anything.

"Senior brother, I really can't win against you. Since that's the case, junior brother will not try to persuade you anymore. Congratulations, senior brother, on accepting this disciple." Tenth Junior Martial Brother cupped his hands towards Shu Yu. Within the Wind Snow Pavilion, the Pavilion Master could accept twelve disciples, and they could take over twelve halls separately. More or less, the Hall Master could accept as many as seven, and the pavilion would call them "littleleaf rhododendron fruit", especially their Soaring Sky Sword Formation. The few who were like the Senior Brother and only accepted a single disciple were seen by the pavilion as the only geniuses who had a chance of surpassing the Senior Brother in the past hundred years.

Every fifty years, a great competition would be held within the pavilion, and the great competition would be divided into preliminary competitions. The competition would be divided into preliminary competitions, and the excellent disciples would be selected through a duel in one of the halls. Ever since Shu Yu had joined the sect, even though he had become a Hall Master, he had never taken in a disciple. Every five nights, Shu Yu and the other twelve disciples would gather on a small hill near the bamboo building to discuss their recent cultivation experience. As long as they were people from the Sword Pavilion, they could listen in. Of course, Shu Yu had also come and brought Dong Lang.

"Oh, Fourth Senior Brother, you're here. There's another kid."