Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 1464 Summoning Paper Crane Tong Yan Wuji
  Zhang Yan walked out of the cave and opened the Do Not Disturb sign at the door. He saw a rumored paper crane flying straight towards him and directly towards the door. He reached out to grab it in panic, and heard a crisp sound from the paper crane. Teenage voice.

"Senior Brother Zhang Yan, there is a letter from you at Yamaguchi. Please come to the Message Hall after the retreat."

After the words ended, the paper crane slowly dissipated into a ball of smoke. This is a sound transmission technique called Zhihe Sound Transmission, and it is a common technique in Yuqing Peak. The Messaging Hall is a centralized information center in Yuqing Peak, and will release world news and sect tasks to the disciples.

letter? Zhang Yan wondered who might have sent him the message, but he still had no idea, so he decided to go and have a look. Zhang Yan used his new skill of shrinking to an inch and headed towards the communication hall in front of the mountain gate, but he was not very skilled yet and almost hit a tree on the way. Fortunately, no one saw him, otherwise he would have lost face.

When we arrived at the Communication Hall, there were only a few people inside, except for the handyman disciples who were doing things, and the Chan Sect disciples who were in a hurry. As soon as Zhang Yan arrived at the door, he saw a seventeen or eight-year-old boy coming up to say hello and asking Zhang Yan's purpose of coming.

"Uncle Master, this disciple is being polite. May I ask why Uncle Master is here?"

Zhang Yan replied that he had received a paper crane from the summons hall and came to receive his letter. The boy understood it as soon as he heard it, and took Zhang Yan to the letter storage place, jumping up and down, and asked Zhang Yan's name on the way.

"What do you call your uncle? Please tell me your name so that I can find a letter for your uncle."

"I'm Zhang Yan."

"It turns out to be Senior Uncle Zhang Yan. I have admired him for a long time, but today I saw him, but he doesn't seem to be very powerful."

Zhang Yan was choked by the boy's words, and he didn't know how to answer. However, the boy spoke again like a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers:
  "It is said that you stole the show in the group competition of the same sect twenty years ago, defeating all the disciples, but I don't think you look particularly powerful at all, huh."

The movement here finally alerted the other adult disciples. An old man with a long white beard rushed forward and covered the boy's mouth, while apologizing to Zhang Yan. "Little farmer, please apologize to your uncle. How can you talk to your uncle like this?"

"Uncle Master, I'm sorry. The farmer was wrong. He shouldn't have talked to Uncle Master like this."

The boy named Xiaonong obediently apologized to Zhang Yan, but his big eyes still shone with curiosity. At first glance, this kid seemed calm, but later on, Zhang Yan didn't know what to do.

"Senior brother Zhang Yan, don't be surprised. A child's heart is childish, and his words are innocent. I will help you find the letter."

The old man went to look for the letter and left the small farmer in front of Zhang Yan. Zhang Yan was actually not angry. Who could be angry with such a cute creature with big eyes? He came to Xiaonong and said, "I am indeed not very powerful. I was able to defeat other disciples before because of my strength. More here.”

Zhang Yan tapped the farmer's brain and spoke again: "When the enemy is strong and we are weak, we must be good at using our brains, and we must not judge a book by its appearance."

The small farmer didn't quite understand, and still looked at Zhang Yan with his big eyes open, but these words took root in his little mind, and maybe one day they could grow into a towering tree, which would benefit him a lot.

The old man quickly retrieved the letter and handed it to Zhang Yan respectfully.

(End of this chapter)