He came to Beiling Mountain with great difficulty to learn masterful martial arts. Now, he missed the opportunity, but no one was surprised.

A few days later, guests began to visit Beiling Mountain.

They all came to learn from their masters, and there were many people coming up, but there were more people who couldn't come up from that steep cliff. No matter how the people who couldn't come up from below shouted, they turned a deaf ear to the old man Beiling, as if they didn't care about the heavy money brought by those people. Later, Bu Jingxian realized that the old man Beiling had many rules.

Price is one thing, and whether you can go up the mountain to see him. In addition, there are other rules. No matter what the status of those who come to learn art, the power of life and death during their studies is owned by the old man Beiling. They are not allowed to take slaves. They are not allowed to leave the mountain without permission during their studies, and are not allowed to fight with their classmates in private. However, if there are offenders, they will be expelled from the school at the least, and they will be abolished in the worst, and they will even be sentenced to death.

If anyone cannot accept these rules, he will refuse to accept them from the beginning. No matter who you are or what kind of reputation you have, there is no room for compatibility.

Even though it is so strict, there are still a constant stream of people who come to study with a lot of money.

Bu Jingxian couldn't believe that there were so many rich people in the world.

Most of them were after the kings and ministers, followed by wealthy businessmen, and the younger generals from various countries were sent to learn the arts. The houses on the top of the mountain were much empty, but many houses were built on the side of the mountain. Most of the people who came were registered disciples and could only live on the side of the mountain.

On the tenth day after Bu Jingxian joined the sect, the number of disciples who lived on the top of the mountain when the Beiling Sect held a ceremony to establish a sect was 109, and the number of disciples on the side of the mountain was 567. The number of Martial Sects that came to congratulate or sent gifts was 300.

There are only so many disciples, only Professor Beiling, who is busy with him, Bu Jingxian doesn’t know, but he knows that in just ten days, his master has become a rich man who is as rich as a country.

Only after the ceremony was established, the martial arts were coached. The guards from the rich children who came to learn from the school had to leave the mountain, and some young children who had never left their homes cried and cried.

July also said goodbye with Zheng Feixian. When she parted, she burst into tears like a line. Bu Jingxian felt reluctant to let go, but she could see more than she could see and she never shed a tear. There was a Gulu tree on Beiling Mountain. When she parted, Bu Jingxian chose the largest one for July.

"Let it talk with you, just treat it as I'm seeing you off."

But he didn't know that July had been beaten the night before he arrived at Feixian Sect.

That night, July 5 was found in the kitchen looking for food and sent it to Zheng Feixian. The latter asked someone to whip the board with a board. After hitting it ten times, Zheng Feixian asked Qiuyue, "I know why Master beats you?"

July cried in pain, and at this time he quickly admitted his mistake and replied, "Because I ate too much..."

Before he finished speaking, Zheng Feixian beat him again. Ten times passed, and July had already been beaten to pieces.

"I know why Master beats you?"

July hurriedly said, "I shouldn't have stolen food."

Zheng Feixian asked again with a cold face, "Do you shouldn't steal or shouldn't you?"

"No, you shouldn't eat it..."

"Try again!"

Ten more times passed, and when Zheng Feixian asked again, Qiuyue hurriedly replied, "I shouldn't steal."

Zheng Feixian then asked his disciple to go down, and personally carried Qiuyue to the pharmacy, carefully tearing open the flesh-and-blooded clothes and trousers on her back, applying medicine, Shenrong said kindly, "Since Master accepts you, you are not afraid of you eating too much. If you are hungry, you will tell your senior sister, how can you steal? The beloved disciple of the sect leader of the Feixian Sect actually steals things! How can you keep your face when you give your teacher!"

July still sobbed. "I ate too much, afraid that I would wake up my senior sister in the middle of the night and cook, so I went to the kitchen to cook..."

"This is correct, but next time you should go in through the door straight and don't go through the window!"

"But Master, the door is locked..."

"You can also get the keys from Senior Sister, and you can also cut the lock with a sword. None of these masters will blame you. Because you are upright, what is the lock with a broken lock with a disciple of Zheng Feixian? But it makes people say that the little thief who brought him back to the kitchen in the middle of the night will laugh out loud!"

"Master, I know I'm wrong and I will never steal it again..."

Although Zheng Feixian asked his disciples to beat her, he had actually signaled to beat her lightly with a look, otherwise she would have killed her if she would not be able to get out of bed in three or five days.

I was not full in July, and I ran to the kitchen again at night after I recovered from the injury. I couldn't find where my senior sister who opened the door. She wanted to go back but felt extremely hungry. After remembering Zheng Feixian's words, she ran back to the room and took the sword, jumped and cut the door lock. It was so powerful that it cut off.

The sound woke up the senior sister in the kitchen. She ran to see it was her. When the lock was broken, she shouted with amusement and tears, "Little Junior Sister, what are you doing!"

"I can't find my senior sister, but my master said it doesn't matter if I enter through the door with a dignified lock."

The senior sister heard this and smiled bitterly, "It doesn't matter if you are! But I want my senior sister to pay for the matching lock. I will live in the next house. In the future, if you want to eat in the middle of the night, you will knock on the door."

"I can't bear to let my senior sister get up in the middle of the night to cook so many meals."

"Can you make it yourself? Can you take those things? Can you get such a high stove?"

"Go up! Climb up."

The senior sister said with a lot of laughter and cry, "Okay, I'll just watch you make it yourself. I'll buy a new lock tomorrow. I'll get a pair of keys for you." After she said that, she watched Qiuyue busy. Seeing that she could indeed take the heavy wooden utensils for rice and water, she was surprised that she was too powerful and was convinced. Seeing that Qiuyue climbed onto the stove and cut meat and vegetables with a knife, she was sleepy and went back to the room to sleep.

After July, it was almost dawn. She stretched her waist and walked back to the room to rest comfortably. When she fell down, she felt that the master taught her right. She was not afraid of others finding out about it. She could eat as much as she wanted. She deserved to be beaten, but she didn't need a comfortable way, but she just went to steal!

She was not worried about hunger, and she respected Zheng Feixian, and felt that it was better to come to Feixian Sect every day.

After a few years, I still remember Bu Jingxian in Beiling Mountain, but unfortunately I don’t know his condition. July begged Zheng Feixian many times, but I was never promised to take her to Beiling Mountain.

July never expected that compared to her daily brocade clothes and food in Feixian Sect, Bu Jingxian felt like he was in hell in recent years.

When I came to Beiling Mountain to wander around in order to gain more sympathy, Bu Jingxian and Qiuyue did not dare to clean their clothes, hair, hair, face, but their bodies were washed as long as possible. Although the Shenhun Sect was poor, it was not sloppy, but it cared about cleanliness. Although they were all wearing linen clothes, they were always kept clean.

For Bu Jingxian, it is unimaginable and acceptable to only wash once in ten days.

But in the five years he had been in Beiling Mountain, he could only wash himself once every ten days. After taking a shower, he had to find a place with soil to roll, and put all his body on the dust and mud before he could get up and do other things. He didn't know why his master had such strange requests. Moreover, on the entire Beiling Mountain, the old man Beiling only had such strange requests for him alone.

It would be fine if it was for practicing qigong, but not. In five years, the old man Beiling has not taught him any martial arts. He only passed on his set of soul techniques to practice. Others practice moves every day, but he did not. Except for not being allowed to go down the mountain, he could do anything, be idle, sleep, watch others practice qigong, or even shouting and singing in the martial arts field!
Chapter completed!