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Blood was flowing out of Limu's palms. Helpless, he could only swallow his anger. He could only bear with Mo Yuhan being bullied by others. Resistance would only make him lose more.

Even when he came to the True Martial Sect, Limu seemed to be an outsider. With just a single sentence from Deacon Ye, he was ruthlessly kicked away. To him, practicing true martial arts seemed too far away.

He followed Little Mingzi for who knows how far.

When Limu walked out of the haze and raised his head to look into the distance, he was shocked to find that there were dozens of acres of fertile land.

"Senior!" Where is this? it no longer seems to be a Qingyun Peak anymore! " Limu looked around and then looked back at the towering mountain in front of him.

"Strictly speaking, this place is still called the Qingyun Peak, it's actually a valley halfway up the mountain. Usually, the food on the Qingyun Peak is provided from here, and every year, the honorary disciples who come to the True Martial Sect are responsible for growing vegetables here, which can be considered a type of cultivation. Every year, Qingyun Peak will select a few honorary disciples from this place to be promoted to official disciples. " Little Mingzi explained.

"Senior brother, I wonder what your name is?" Limu saw that this Little Mingzi was also an honest person and had a good impression of him, so he asked.

"My name is Ke Nanming, I have been in the True Martial Sect for four years." Ke Nanming and Limu spoke with a smile on their faces, and then said with some excitement: "A few days ago, Martial Uncle said that someone would take over my position, and wanted me to directly be promoted to an official disciple of True Martial Sect."

A few days ago? Take your place? Could this person be referring to me? Limu couldn't help but think that this matter was most likely caused by Yue Zhongyang's father, Yue Peng. Originally, he came to True Martial Sect to cultivate the martial way, but after offending this bully, he was afraid that he would have to stay in this valley forever.

Ke Nanming saw that Limu seemed to be lost in thought, and asked suspiciously, "Junior brother, Junior brother?" What's wrong with you? "

"I'm fine." Limu immediately smiled and said, "Brother, congratulations!"

"Senior brother, I have a question to ask you." Limu continued.

Ke Nanming laughed and said, "There are some questions, I don't know either. I stayed in this valley for three years, but I just left last year to practice some superficial martial arts techniques."

"What is the basis for selecting this honorary disciple?" Could it be that all of them were ordered by the foremen's fathers? " Limu asked in confusion.

"I guess so!" Ke Nanming suddenly lowered his voice and said: "This True Martial Sect is actually very deep! In order for an honorary disciple to advance to an official disciple in three years, they have to pay the deacon three hundred silvers. In order for him to advance to an official disciple in two years, he has to pay the honorary disciple five hundred silvers.

Ke Nanming's answer surprised Limu, for it was not the answer Limu wanted at all.

Hearing Ke Nanming's words, Limu became curious and asked, "Senior Brother, did you also give a silver tael to Deacon Ye?!"

"That can't be nonsense!" Ke Nanming immediately became nervous and said carefully, "This matter, we can only speak about in private. We must not announce it to the public." "If I had that much silver, I would have bought an official disciple long ago. These honorary disciples of Deacon Ye's are all poor and no one would have the money to buy an official disciple, because I am usually more attentive and have a fixed quota every year, thus giving me the chance to be promoted to become an official disciple."

"Then if you don't have money, you must not become an official disciple of True Martial Sect?" Limu asked in confusion.

"Not really!" Ke Nanming continued to answer Limu's question, "The True Martial Sect organizes a martial arts trial every year for disciples of the same generation. As long as you can pass the trial and obtain a top three result, you can be promoted to an official disciple."

Limu finally understood one point, and came up with a new question, "Then, did these honorary disciples not get the chance to advance to the True Martial Sect through the training channels?"

Ke Nanming couldn't help but shake his head and sneer, "This is something that is almost impossible to achieve. Not to mention the top three, just being able to not get eliminated in the first round is a blessing in disguise!"

"Why?" Limu asked.

"With the Divine Dragon Empire in the wild, this title is not for free! Although True Martial Sect's cultivation technique was not the best in the world, it was still famous for its Spirit Martial Realm! Moreover, the cultivation and talent of us honorary disciples are far inferior to those official disciples. How can we be ranked in the top three among our peers? Moreover, every year there will be sixty-four disciples, and fifty-six of them are official disciples. All of them are not people that we, the honorary disciples, can afford to offend. " Ke Nanming continued to patiently answer Limu.

Limu finally understood what was going on and nodded indifferently: "So that's how it is."

"Come with me, I'll take you to meet the other senior brothers." Ke Nanming said.

Limu was still deep in thought. Hearing Ke Nanming's call, he nodded and said, "Ok."

"..."

"Big!" Big! "Big!"

"Little!" Small! "Small!"

"Three, four, six, thirteen!" Eat all! "Hahahaha …"

"Why are you so unlucky today! This is so damn unlucky! "

The sounds of many youths clamoring came from one of the wooden houses.

Jiyaaa!

Ke Nanming pushed open the door of the wooden house and Limu followed behind.

The room was filled with the miasma of smoke. Twenty to thirty youths crowded around so that they didn't notice Ke Nanming and Limu who had just entered.

Limu had grown up in the Wasteland since he was young. He had never seen anyone gamble before, so he was curious and at a loss.

"Fellow brothers and sisters, let me introduce the new junior brother." Ke Nanming's voice wasn't loud, and he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"You can't buy it without taking it with you, you have to bet quickly!" Those who are not afraid, are they not willing to bet! "

"This time, I'm betting on a small one. I don't believe that you can open nine big shots in a row!"

The teenagers inside the wooden house didn't hear Ke Nanming at all.

Ke Nanming helplessly shook his head, and whispered next to Limu's ear: "These are all gamblers. Originally, we wanted to win more money and buy a True Martial Sect official disciple, but over time we have become gamblers. I think we should leave this place first and tell you the rules and the lessons we do everyday."

Limu nodded blankly and was about to leave with Ke Nanming.

"Eh?!" Isn't this the tail of uncle master Ye? "Why are you free to come back and visit us today?" A tall and fat teenager shouted.

At this moment, the 20-30 gamblers all quieted down and looked towards Ke Nanming and Limu.

"I heard that this lord will soon be promoted to an official disciple of True Martial Sect, congratulations!" Another young disciple said in a mocking tone.

"Who is this little brother?" Could it be a new honorary disciple that joined this year? " The fatty with the high voice asked.

Limu smiled. He clasped his hands at the other disciples and said, "Junior brother Limu is indeed this year's honorary disciple."

"Do you have money on you!?" "Lend me some!" The fatty, who had his foot on the table, moved his foot away and walked towards Limu.

"Gao Dayong!" How could you blackmail Junior Brother! " Ke Nanming frowned and quickly blocked in front of Limu and questioned him.

But Gao Dayong didn't give Ke Nanming any face, he raised his head and stared at Ke Nanming, swearing: "Who the fuck are you talking to! We do not welcome Tailed Dogs here, scram back to your master! "

A few people surrounded him and wanted to attack Ke Nanming together.

Ke Nanming's martial arts cultivation was nothing to worry about. Now that five or six people had surrounded him, he was afraid too. However, he did not know how to react.

Limu extended his hand and pulled Ke Nanming to his side. He smiled at Ke Nanming and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother."

"Seniors, I have just arrived. I am also a child of a poor family, and I don't have a single cent on me. From now on, all the Senior Brothers should split the five taels of silver every month in True Martial Sect. " Limu said indifferently.

Gao Dayong sized up Limu from head to toe. He felt that although this kid was a bit skinny, the temperament and speech he gave off was very extraordinary. He was a quick and straightforward person.

"What's your name?" Gao Dayong asked.

"Brother, Limu." Limu answered.

Gao Dayong nodded, and retracted his gaze from Limu, and coldly said: "If you have any difficulties in Crouching Cloud Valley in the future, you can look for me. My name is Gao Dayong! However, from now on, you will have to fertilize and water the dozens of acres of land outside! Did you hear that?! "

Although Ke Nanming was a head and a half taller than Limu, he didn't dare to make a sound when he met the group of people in front of him.

In Limu's heart, Ke Nanming was an honest and honest person. He definitely wouldn't be able to eat in this kind of group. It would be impossible for them to rely on him.

"No problem." Limu thought about it for a moment and agreed.

Gao Dayong originally only wanted to intimidate Limu. It was almost impossible to grow fertilizer on dozens of acres of land by himself, even if he was exhausted to death. Besides, Limu was just a skinny nine-year-old kid.

Gao Dayong was suddenly shocked.

Gao Dayong suddenly smiled, then loudly laughed, and said: "You are interesting! The fields outside will be managed by you and need people. You can do whatever you want to deploy them. In the future, all the new honorary disciples will be managed by you. "

Money, power, these were not what Limu was thinking.

Right now, Limu's heart was only thinking about how he could survive in the cracks, how he could cultivate without being disturbed. In the end, of course, he would have to enter the ranks of the True Martial Sect's official disciples to cultivate even more profound martial skills.

The small money in front of him was enough to move twenty to thirty young people to farm their fields. These trivial matters were not what he had expected, because farming could train one's muscles and bones, and strengthen one's foundation in martial arts cultivation. Martial arts training was not something that could be done in a day or a night.

Limu knew what he wanted, so he didn't care about what was in front of him.

Ke Nanming and Limu left the noisy wooden house. At this moment, Ke Nanming couldn't understand this kid who was five or six years his junior. Was he stupid or stupid? However, Limu's boldness did surprise Ke Nanming. This was definitely not something a nine year old child should have.