Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 118: Kailu Battle
In late autumn, when the trees were slightly dry, the sea breeze blowing through the streets of Dongyi City brought a hint of unexpected vitality.

On the outskirts of Dongyi City, not far from Jianlu, a large green tree stood tall in the clouds. Countless green leaves grew vigorously, surrounding it, and the shadow it cast was as wide as two acres of farmland.

Compared to the season when everything is withering, this big green tree is showing a rapid recovery.

All this is naturally inseparable from the sword intent emanating from the sword pavilion.

A distance to the left of the big green tree, there is a bottomless pit with countless swords standing upright in it, sometimes making exciting trembling sounds, which is very impressive.

The sword tomb of Dongyi City is not hidden deep in the sword hut, but is exposed on the street outside the sword hut.

Every citizen of Dongyi City can take a sword there, but over the years, very few can do so.

Next to the sword tomb, under the big green tree, the disciples of Jianlu built a new wooden platform to recruit disciples for competition.

On the day when Jianlu was opened, countless people from inside and outside Dongyi City flocked to the city, including strange people, warriors, merchants, all kinds of people, which opened the eyes of the newcomers to the city.

For example, Nan Qing and his group.

In a private room at the top of a nearby restaurant, several people looked down, very puzzled.

“Why are there people who dress and even look so strange?”

"That's a Westerner." The knowledgeable Fei Jie said calmly. He knew who he was referring to without even looking.

"Westerners come from the West?" Zong Zhui couldn't help but ask.

"They are from the other side of the sea, and they are very different from us in every way." Fei Jie said with a little hope. He is old now, and his biggest dream is to go to the other side of the sea and see more different aspects of life.

"A few decades ago, Westerners were the largest business group in Dongyi City. However, due to the rise of the Ye family, the number of merchants crossing the ocean has gradually decreased."

Fei Jie's dark brown eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but glance over: "You know a lot, it's impossible that you learned this from a book.

Lin Ruo smiled slightly: "Do you believe what the Fifth Master said?"

Fei Jie snorted, and cheers of joy came from the wooden platform downstairs.

"A disciple from Jianlu has come on stage." Mu Tie lay in front of the window, staring intently.

"Let me have a look." Fei Jie also came over. After all, his only purpose in coming to Dongyi City was to see the grand occasion of the opening of the house.

Si Gu Jian's rules for accepting disciples this time are very simple. They mainly consist of repeated competitions. The one who can defeat Jian Lu's disciples will be considered successful.

Many martial artists were gathered in the audience, rubbing their hands and eager to give it a try. However, when they saw the person going on stage, their hearts suddenly sank.

The person who came on stage was none other than the Twelve Swordsmen among Si Gu Jian's direct disciples, the only disciple who had not reached the ninth rank.

Not reaching the ninth rank does not mean that one is weak. On the contrary, it reflects the abnormal talents of all the disciples in Jianlu and Si Gu Jian's outstanding teaching ability.

Last year, the Twelve Swords had already reached the peak of the eighth rank, and were far beyond the reach of the people below the stage.

"Isn't this just making things difficult for me? Except for the Ninth Rank, who else can fight with him?" Mu Tie was quite indignant.

Zong Zhui retracted his gaze: "There is a reason why Si Gu Jian has so few disciples."

Hearing these childish words, Fei Jie chuckled and said, "To prove your ability, you don't have to win, you just need to use all your skills. Si Gu Jian, that idiot, is watching in the sword room. He can see clearly who is a mediocre person and who is a good person."

As they were talking, under the cool shade of the big green tree, someone had already bravely stepped up to ask for advice. Regarding this boxing match, everyone's thoughts had changed unanimously. They now wanted to see who lost more gracefully, rather than who won. Whether they were spectators or fighters, they had all let it go.

Half a minute later, more than ten swordsmen came down from the ring. The Twelve Swordsmen always had a humble attitude and never used heavy hands on anyone, which made the fight seem too boring.

Seeing no hope, many swordsmen turned their eyes to the sword tomb.

Jianlu has its own rules. Those who can take the sword from the sword tomb and leave, even if they cannot directly become the direct disciples, can still learn from Jianlu's disciples.

The head of a lower-level disciple can be guided by any of the thirteen direct disciples, which guarantees that he will at least reach the seventh level.

Mu Tie touched his chin and said, "The swords in the sword pavilion look quite ordinary."

“It may be ordinary, but the sword intent contained in it is beyond the reach of ordinary people.” Fei Jie drank the tea.

He had once taken a sword from the Sword Pavilion, but since he did not practice swordsmanship, the sword could only be left in the Supervisory Council to gather dust.

Deep in the pit, as soon as a swordsman approached, countless swords would start to swing at the same time, and the wailing sounds would resound through heaven and earth, shocking those with ulterior motives.

Someone took a deep breath, walked down the ramp, entered the deep pit to get the sword, but in less than a moment, the sound of swords rising into the sky shook the person unconscious and he began to twitch as if he could not resist.

The disciples of Jianlu waited by, watching coldly as these presumptuous people who were unable to absorb the sword's power suffered.

Only when people are really unable to bear the pain will they lend a helping hand.

Endurance and tenacity are sometimes also one of the keys to wielding a sword.

"I also want to get a sword." Zong Zhui was so engrossed in watching from upstairs that he suddenly became interested.

Fei Jie agreed with a hint of sarcasm: "If you want to go, go ahead. No one inside or outside the Sword House dares to stop you. Si Gu Jian, that idiot, is not so stingy that he would not even give you a sword."

Zong Zhui went downstairs without saying a word.

Mu Tie worked as a clerical worker in the hospital, so naturally he had no interest in the matter and was just watching the fun.

The door of the wing room rang, and a Jianlu disciple dressed in white walked in with a sword in his arms. This man had eyebrows like swords, thin and slightly upturned lips, an extremely handsome face, and an extremely young age.

He bowed towards the table and said, "Master said that he heard all the scoldings from Master Fei, and asked you to come to the Sword Pavilion to see him."

Fei Jie's heart trembled slightly, but he smiled: "The old fool finally decided to see me."

"It's only natural for a big fool to meet a small fool." The disciple said modestly.

Fei Jie's smile froze, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

"Master said so. I am only responsible for delivering the message," the disciple explained.

Fei Jie went alone, without any Jianlu disciples to lead the way.

The disciple who stayed in the wing room stepped forward and bowed, saying, "I am Wang Shisanlang, a disciple of Jianlu. Nice to meet you, Mr. Lin."

Lin Ruo took a look at Wang Shisanlang, the youngest and most talented one in the sword pavilion, who had already reached the ninth rank at a young age.

The only one who can compare with her in the world is Ku He Zuo Tu Hai Tang Duo Duo of Northern Qi.

Lin Ruo was not surprised by his arrival. This at least indicated a very good message. Si Gu Jian must have been looking for him to convey a message.

Mu Tie left the room and closed the door. Suddenly, there were only two people left in the room.

(End of this chapter)