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

Chapter 2: Ringing the Bell
"It's definitely different. We are just menial workers, while they are formal disciples. Their treatment and conditions are much better. The qualifications of formal disciples are higher than ours. It is said that on average, formal disciples can find the sense of Qi in a month. If they are top-level geniuses, they can do it within a few days. In martial arts practice, if you don't have talent, it's useless to rely on hard work alone. Maybe they work harder than you and have sufficient resources for practice."

Elder Song said with a smile: "As menial disciples, we should be content and not aim too high. We should only pursue what is within our capabilities."

"Mr. Song, I remember this."

Li Qian said quickly.

Old Song is an experienced and knowledgeable disciple, and his words are insightful and reasonable.

Old Song smiled. Li Qian's performance was pretty good now, but people would change, especially young people like him who were ambitious and always wanted to climb up and become formal disciples, but they didn't know the difficulties involved. Many people had fallen on this road.

He has seen too much.

Li Qian was not the first errand disciple to come to the Chenzhongtai.

Unfortunately, none of them could bear this lonely, hard, boring, future-less and lucrative job, and they all used their connections to transfer away.

Now it depends on how long Li Qian can hold on.

"Li Qian, you have learned a lot from me these past two days. I will leave tomorrow's Mao Zhong to you."

Mr. Song's tone suddenly became serious.

Although the job of a bell ringer is not hard, he cannot be distracted. He has to ring the bell once every hour, neither too early nor too late.

If someone misses the time by ringing the bell and is discovered by the supervisors of the Divine Sword Sect, he or she will be punished.

Mr. Song became a bell ringer when he was a teenager and has been doing this for 64 years, never making a mistake no matter whether it was scorching summer or freezing winter, or in thunderstorms or storms.

Li Qian was awakened by a voice when he was sleeping soundly.

He startled and stood up.

"Song, Mr. Song."

He remembered that he had to ring the bell today.

Because he didn't have an alarm clock, he slept so deeply that he didn't even know what time it was.

"As a bell ringer, you must first learn to manage your sleep time and be able to go to bed and wake up on time."

Elder Song said, "Of course, you have just become the bell ringer, so you are definitely not used to it yet. In the next period of time, you must make your sleep schedule regular."

"Mr. Song, I understand."

Li Qian quickly got up and dressed.

It's still dark outside.

The weather is a bit cool at this time.

It's almost late autumn.

The first thing Li Qian did after getting up was to look at the hourglass to determine the time.

And Mr. Song called him, it is now 5:54 in the morning, which is around 4:10.

There are still more than forty minutes before the morning bell rings.

After he washed up, he went to the bell tower.

Mr. Song is already up there.

He stood like a pine tree, and even though his face was old, his back was still straight.

I wonder what level Mr. Song’s martial arts skills have reached?
As far as Li Qian knows now, martial arts are divided into nine levels.

Practice internal energy and become a first-class warrior.

Even though he is just a first-rank warrior, for a menial disciple, he may very well be the ultimate goal.

Because there are still several hurdles from the feeling of exhaling to cultivating internal energy.

Li Qian started to get busy.

Because he wanted to check the condition of the hourglass.

There is an hourglass under the bell tower, and there is also an hourglass on the bell tower.

After making sure that there was no problem with the hourglass, Li Qian began to wait.

He inexplicably felt a sense of nervousness in his heart.

This was his first time ringing the bell.

At 7:45 pm, Mr. Song, who had been motionless, finally turned around, looked at Li Qian and said, "It's time to get ready."

Li Qian nodded.

He stood in position to hit the pole.

Since the Chen Bell is very large, the striking rod is also not small, about ten feet long and thicker than a human thigh.

I don't know what kind of wood it is made of, but you can tell at a glance that it is extremely hard and heavy.

There were marks on the clock where it was hit.

However, there is no obvious wear on the impact rod.

He got into position, lowered his waist and sat on the horse, adjusted his breathing rhythm, held the thick ram with both hands, and slowly pushed.

Now it’s just a matter of getting used to it. “When you’re adjusting, don’t take your eyes off the hourglass, so you can accurately grasp the time when the bell strikes.”

Mr. Song reminded.

Li Qian nodded.

He also cast his gaze on the hourglass not far away and could see that the sand in the hourglass was getting less and less.

It should be gone in a few minutes.

Once the leak is finished, it means it is the Mao hour.

Time passed by second by second.

Li Qian could even hear his own heartbeat.

Suddenly, only a trace of sand was left in the hourglass and did not fall out.

"Collide."

Boss Song shouted.

Li Qian suddenly swung his arms and pushed the striker backwards. After several swings, the swing amplitude of the striker was large enough. As he used all his strength, the striker hit the Chen Zhong at the fastest speed.

Accompanied by a dull bell sound, it spread towards the various peaks of the Divine Sword Sect.

The last bit of sand in the hourglass also fell down.

The timing is just right.

The Mao hour has arrived.

At the same time, a mechanical voice sounded in Li Qian's mind.

"Ding, the sacrificial instrument system is activated and binding to the host."

Li Qian was so frightened that he lost his balance. As he was still holding the hitting bar with both hands, his body was carried by the huge force of the hitting bar's swing and he fell backwards involuntarily.

Fortunately, Mr. Song reacted quickly, holding the collision bar with one hand and grabbing Li Qian's collar with the other.

Not only will Li Qian fall down, but the impact rod will also most likely hit Chen Zhong a second time due to its huge swing amplitude.

If there is a second collision, it would be considered an accident.

"Li Qian, what's wrong with you? It was your first time to hit the bell and something serious almost happened."

Looking at Li Qian who still had a confused look on his face, Old Song said in a deep voice.

"Mr. Song, I..."

Li Qian couldn't possibly say that a strange voice suddenly popped up in his mind and scared him.

"Be careful next time."

Mr. Song didn't say much.

"Yes, Mr. Song."

Li Qian nodded quickly.

"Alright, let's get ready to ring the bell at noon."

Mr. Song waved his hand.

Li Qian quickly got busy.

After it was done, Mr. Song also checked it and found no problems.

"Next, you have to slowly adapt to this kind of life. You can't relax at all, but at the same time, don't be too nervous."

Mr. Song warned.

"Mr. Song, I will."

Li Qian listened carefully.

When Mr. Song went to make breakfast, Li Qian stood next to Chen Zhong and recalled the voice that appeared in his mind.

Suddenly, an illusion seemed to appear before his eyes, and what he saw gradually became blurred.

He couldn't help but panic and tried to wipe his eyes, but the next moment, his blurry vision became clear again.

However, a small light curtain appeared right in front of the field of vision.

There is some text information on this small light screen.

Host: Li Qian.

Cultivation: None.

Sacrificial instrument: Chen bell (1/100).

Martial arts: None.

Features: The Chen bell is indestructible, and the owner of the offering will have longevity; it is struck once a day to offer sacrifices to the guardian bell; the sound of the bell can lead to enlightenment, cleansing the body, and training qi.

(End of this chapter)