After a hundred years of ringing the bell, I became the ancestor of the sect

Chapter 17 Apprenticeship
"Brother Yi, I don't understand what you mean."

Li Qian shook his head.

Yi Zhong didn't expect Li Qian to be so soft-hearted, and his face suddenly turned cold. "Junior Brother Li, you are just a menial disciple. Some things are not something you can take all by yourself. Let me tell you something. The things that Elder Song left behind have been spotted by a big shot in the inner sect."

"Brother Yi, to be honest, I am still confused about the opportunity you mentioned. After all, I have only been in the Bell Tower for more than two years, and Mr. Song has been gone for so long. Is the relationship between him and me so close? Is it worth it for him to give the opportunity you mentioned to me, a person who has nothing to do with him."

Li Qian sighed and said.

"Didn't you say before that Chu Yingying was your cousin? Why did you deliberately hide it?"

Yi Zhong said in a cold voice.

"Brother Yi, you and I are both menial disciples, not superiors and subordinates. I don't need to explain this to you."

Li Qian said in a deep voice.

Even if Song Yingying told him the letter, he would never admit it.

"Junior Brother Li, that's all I have to say. Please think about it carefully."

Seeing that Li Qian was not moved by his persuasion, Yi Chong snorted coldly, turned around and left.

"Mr. Song, you are roasting me on the fire."

Li Qian looked at Yi Chong's leaving back and felt a little heavy.

Because the treasure map matter is not over yet.

He would rather not have any treasure map, because with the sacrificial instrument system, he can still rise to prominence without even taking too much risk.

But now, a treasure map puts him in danger.

That is to say, since he is in the Divine Sword Sect and is the person behind the bell ringer Yi Zhong, they should not dare to deal with him easily.

But over time, who knows what will happen?

"Yi Zhong mentioned the big shot of the inner sect. Is he bluffing me or is he serious?"

Something moved in his heart.

The menial service hall and the inner gate are not the same concept.

Those who can enter the inner gate must be formal disciples, and there are also higher-ranking disciples, elders, and peak masters.
For Li Qian now, this is a level that he cannot even reach.

Although he is already an entry-level warrior, the first level of acquired martial arts, he can be placed in the inner sect as just a formal disciple at the lowest level.

"No, we can't let this go on. If someone from the inner sect really gets involved, I'll be in more trouble in the future."

Li Qian took a deep breath, and felt a strong sense of urgency in his heart.

He just wanted to be a bell ringer quietly.

Why does trouble always come to him?

"It seems like this is the only way."

Li Qian finally made a decision.

He knew that with his status as a menial disciple, even if he had the acquired first-level cultivation, he would not be able to protect himself.

The identity is not enough.

Not to mention the inner disciples, even the higher-ups in the menial service hall can boss him around.

Li Qian immediately returned to the house, packed up, and went down the mountain.

He did not go to the errand hall, but came to the valley behind it.

In this valley, stands a solitary wooden house.

Behind the cabin is a waterfall.

It is the dry season now, so there is less water flowing down from the mountain. If it were the Fengshui season, the waterfall would be very spectacular.

He could just see the waterfall from the top of the bell tower.

On a wooden chair outside the wooden house, there was an old man with a scruffy beard lying there. His face was red and he smelled of alcohol. It was obvious at first glance that he was drunk.

"senior."

Li Qian shouted.

"Uh-huh."

The old man scratched his nose and then changed into a comfortable position.

"senior."

Li Qian shouted again.

"Well, I'm not deaf, I heard it, what's the matter?"

The old man muttered without even opening his face.

"Junior wants to take a retest."

Li Qian said respectfully.

That’s right, he planned to take part in the re-examination of the Divine Sword Sect and become a formal disciple.

As for becoming a formal disciple, wouldn't it be inconvenient for me to stay in the bell tower?
That's what he originally thought.

But the current situation forced him to change his mind.

"Retest?"

The old man finally opened his eyes and looked Li Qian up and down, "He has indeed reached the rank of rank."

"How old are you?"

he asked suddenly.

"Seventeen."

"How many years have you been a menial disciple?"

"Two years, two months and eleven days." "Have you practiced before entering?"

“I haven’t practiced.”

"What kind of martial arts are you practicing now?"

"Sword jab."

"Sword jab?"

The old man suddenly sat up and looked at Li Qian. "This is a basic boxing technique. It is not easy to get into the rank class with this boxing technique alone. At least in the history of my Divine Sword Sect, there are very few such people. Moreover, it is impossible to get into the rank class in more than two years."

"Show me your sword and jab set."

He said after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, senior."

Li Qian immediately got into a stance, his internal energy circulated, and his fist moved, emitting an invisible sharp aura.

The old man's slightly cloudy eyes burst into a brilliant light, "Fist force?"

"Okay, you don't have to practice."

He spoke.

"Tsk tsk, you were able to practice the most basic boxing technique to perfection and comprehend the boxing moves. This level of comprehension is extraordinary. It seems that the previous entry test missed you."

The old man said in amazement.

He now had no doubt that Li Qian had completed the entry level in more than two years by relying on a basic boxing technique.

Being able to practice basic boxing to perfection is a miracle in itself.

"Boy, do you want to take me as your master?"

Suddenly, the old man spoke.

Geniuses with good aptitude are not uncommon in the Divine Sword Sect.

But it is extremely rare to have such a high level of understanding.

As one reaches a higher level in martial arts practice, simple aptitude becomes less important; the most important thing is actually comprehension.

Li Qian was able to practice a basic boxing technique to perfection, which showed his high level of comprehension, and this made him admire his talent.

"I don't know your name, Senior?"

Li Qian asked respectfully.

"I am just a gatekeeper of the Divine Sword Sect. However, if you accept me as your master, you will enjoy the same treatment as other formal disciples."

The old man laughed.

"Disciple Li Qian greets Master."

Li Qian knelt down immediately without hesitation.

All he wanted was the status of a formal disciple; it didn't matter who he chose as his master.

As far as he knew, becoming a formal disciple did not mean that one was qualified to become a disciple.

Most of the formal disciples with ordinary qualifications are just registered disciples of a certain elder or peak master.

Only those who are truly geniuses will be accepted as personal disciples by the elders and peak masters.

Although this old gatekeeper didn't know what his status and position were in the Divine Sword Sect, he took the initiative to accept Li Qian as his disciple, which meant he had the authority to accept disciples.

This alone is enough.

Whether there is a master or not, the meaning is completely different.

It's like having a backer.

"Okay, from now on you will be my, Zhou Buping's, direct disciple."

The old man nodded and said, "Disciple, where did you work before?"

"Master, I am the bell ringer in the bell tower."

Li Qian said.

"Then you can live here with me from now on. Just ask the errand hall to send someone to the bell tower."

The old man said.

"Master, I want to continue practicing in the bell tower."

Li Qian said.

"Uh? Why is that?"

The old man Zhou Buping asked.

"Master, it's very quiet over there in the bell tower, and I have already adapted to the life of ringing the bell for spiritual practice."

Li Qian said quickly.

"Well, the morning bells and evening drums are thought-provoking and can cleanse people's hearts. You have been practicing alone for more than two years, enduring loneliness and practicing sword and stabbing fist to perfection. It will be of great benefit for you to continue to practice in the bell tower."

The old man Zhou Buping nodded and said, "However, as a formal disciple, you cannot be hindered by trivial matters. How about this? You continue to practice in the bell tower. If you feel that ringing the bell affects your practice, ask the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall to send you an additional miscellaneous disciple."

"Thank you, Master."

Li Qian said quickly.

He certainly didn't want the Miscellaneous Affairs Office to send anyone to the bell tower again.

After all, he has already regarded the bell tower as his own territory.

The Chen Bell is his sacrificial vessel, and no one is allowed to touch it.

(End of this chapter)