Chapter 2: Qingyun Gate

  Blue sky and white clouds, gentle breeze.

  On the boat, the old man Li Changhe gazed into the distance, and after a moment, he shook his head helplessly. He turned around to look, only to see that the child at the back of the boat had fallen asleep.

  Li Changhe was angry at this, how dare a mere mortal make him look like a boatman? But he thought again and had some appreciation for the boy's boldness. Among ten children, only this little devil dared to do so.

  Thinking so, Li Changhe sighed, unfortunately this talent... unfortunately was not among the ten children.

  Whoosh!

  The sailboat sailed across the sky, and it wasn't until sunset that it finally came to a stop.

  At 6 o'clock, he rubbed his eyes and looked up to see a scenery like a paradise, with green mountains and clear water, birds chirping and flowers fragrant. In front of him, a huge mountain peak stood tall, its summit flat as if cut off by a knife, with ancient houses visible on top.

  At the mountain gate there is a plaque with three characters - Qingyun Gate!

  Before the sixth watch, Li Changhe shouted for him to move forward. As they passed through the mountain gate, two young men in green robes bowed and saluted on both sides, no one dared to block them. After a while, the two arrived in front of a magnificent grand hall.

  The Azure Cloud Temple!

  After entering the main hall, 6 Chen was stunned.

  The outside of the hall is grand and magnificent, but inside it's chaotic and dirty. There are fish bones and empty wine jars all over the floor. In the main hall, a middle-aged man sits alone, his face covered in stubble, holding a wine jar and drinking by himself. His clothes are stained with oil, and he looks like he hasn't taken a bath in several months.

  Is this an immortal?

  At 6 o'clock, I saw an old man in white and a sloppy middle-aged man talking continuously, but the conversation was incomprehensible. All I knew was that the sloppy middle-aged man was Qingyun's sect leader. Not long after, the old man left.

  Only two people were left in the main hall, and the atmosphere was slightly oppressive.

  He has been bold since childhood, belongs to the kind of person who dares to do things that others don't, so although he looks tense on the surface, in fact he is curious and eager to try.

  A middle-aged man drinking and sizing him up, the young boy in front of him was probably thirteen or fourteen years old, honest and simple, wearing a linen shirt on top and a grass shoe on bottom, very obviously a child from a poor family.

  After a glance, he said coldly: "This kind of talent is a dime a dozen among ordinary people. By rights, Qingyun Gate shouldn't accept this kind of quality, but since it's Li Changhe's favor, I'll take you in."

  "But don't think that just because you've joined the Immortal Sect, you can learn all sorts of powerful magic. Humph! My Qingyun Sect doesn't accept trash. If you want to learn the Heart Method, alchemy, or sword techniques, figure it out yourself."

  The middle-aged man took another sip of wine: "I only have one sentence, my Qingyun Gate is not a charity, if you have the ability, take out your knife and go rob, as long as you don't get caught, whatever you rob belongs to you, the more you rob, the happier I'll be for you, but if you can't even rob successfully, humph, that's all because you're useless."

  He threw out a jade token: "This is the identity jade token, which also records the sect's contribution points. If you don't understand anything, ask your senior brother to go down!"

  A middle-aged man with a bad temper, three or four words and he would blow up in anger.

  "Isn't this banditry?"

  Zhang Dazui was confused from start to finish, the only feeling is that this sloppy middle-aged man looked down on people just like Bai Lao.

  Just as I walked out of the main hall, a young man immediately came over. This young man was wearing a blue shirt and had a handsome face. If he wore flowery clothes, 6 Chen thought that he would definitely be more charming than the girls.

  The young man came before the Sixth Master and immediately said: "The master has spoken, your post will be at the Purple Bamboo Pavilion from now on, come with me."

  6th Chen hastily nodded and followed, along the way he curiously looked around, seeing a disciple on the left take out a wooden sword, with one slash, the ground was cut out of golden stars, suddenly on the right side a disciple stood like a wooden stake, his body floated in mid-air for a meter.

  Not far away, a disciple held a sparkling treasure sword and danced with it, the sword's edge was like a rainbow, extremely dazzling.

  Look at this, 6th day of the month is eagerly anticipated, all these are silver, have learned everything, afraid to become a wealthy landlord.

  "Don't look at them, they're all old disciples, and have been in Qingyunmen for several years. You... are far behind, it's already good if you can complete your duties, just take your time!" The young man in blue seemed to know what 6th Chen was thinking.

  Liu Chen's heart was filled with doubts, but he still asked: "Senior brother, what is a duty? And what is the Purple Bamboo Pavilion? Is there another master in the Purple Bamboo Pavilion to instruct me?"

  The youth in blue shook his head and didn't speak. Before long, the two arrived at a small village surrounded by purple bamboo, which looked like a purple ocean from afar. In front of the village was a small green pavilion.

  It is the Purple Bamboo Pavilion.

  "What is a duty? Simply put, it's doing work!" The young man in blue pointed to the endless bamboo forest and said: "Cut down 100 purple bamboos every month, and the sect will reward you with 10 contribution points."

  "What's with the contribution points?" 6 Chen became increasingly confused.

  The young man in blue let out a sigh and began to explain in detail.

  After a long time, 6 Chen gradually realized that this immortal door was not as rumored. Everyone had food to eat and every day was like New Year's Day, full of joy. On the contrary, if you wanted to eat, you had to exchange contribution points; if you wanted to learn magic, you also had to exchange contribution points.

  This contribution point is equivalent to the silver in the mortal world.

  I used to be a fishmonger, blinded by money, but I didn't know that the Qingyun Gate was even more powerful and everything had to be offered in exchange.

  At 6:00, he opened his eyes wide and thought for a moment before asking the most critical question.

  "Senior brother, what can ten contribution points be exchanged for?"

  This is his duty, as long as he completes it every month, he can exchange for more things.

  The youth in blue robes sympathetically glanced at him and stretched out a finger, saying: "One contribution point can get you a meal for the day. As for the Heart Method, it requires several hundred contribution points. Some disciples spend their entire lives and only manage to grasp the first three layers of the Heart Method. I'm telling you this, Brother Disciple, do you understand?"

  Next, the youth in blue spoke out his address and name, then slowly left.

  Xiao Lian's face completely froze, her mind was dizzy.

  "Cutting a hundred stalks of bamboo only yields ten contribution points, which is barely enough for ten days' worth of food. This Qingyun Sect is really ripping people off! No free meals provided... Learning magic requires hundreds of contribution points..." Liu Chen felt extremely frustrated in his heart, thinking that this was not even as good as going back home to sell fish.

  Suddenly, at 6 o'clock, he thought of something and his eyes lit up.

  "One hundred purple bamboo for ten contribution points, so if I cut down a thousand, that's one hundred, right?"

  He was bold and clever since childhood, thinking in a different way, he immediately found the key.

  At this moment, Liu Chen's expectations rose, and he really didn't want to go back like this. He hastily put down his bundle in the small village, rummaged through it from inside, found a hatchet, and rushed into the purple bamboo forest with great relish.

  Clap! Clap! Clap!

  The purple bamboo forest sways in the wind, the bamboo is like purple jade, shining brightly. These purple bamboos absorb the earth's spirit to grow, let alone a small body of 6 chen, even an adult can hardly cut one in a day.

  Two hours passed and night fell, 6 Chen fell on the grass, secretly resentful.

  These bamboos are as hard as iron, and it's not easy to cut a knife mouth. Who knew that after a stick of incense time, the knife mouth automatically recovered? Looking at it this way, even in a month, one can't cut down a single stem.

  Two hours of fighting, the machete didn't even get a scratch, the bamboo didn't break, but my hands got blisters.

  Dragging his weary body, he returned to the small village at 6 o'clock and ate a few mouthfuls of dry rations he had brought with him, then fell into deep thought.

  Burying his head in hard work isn't his style, mainly because he's been working so hard for nothing, suffering losses without gaining any benefits.

  "A hundred stalks of purple bamboo, ordinary people can't even do it." 6th Chen made a judgment in his heart, and at the same time, he pondered how other disciples entered the immortal gate to make contributions.

  The next day, at 6 o'clock in the morning, he got up early and brought a few dried sweet potatoes to his neighbor's place. It was a medicinal field, and the one guarding it was none other than the blue-robed senior brother from yesterday - Fang Yu.

  Put dried sweet potato into Fang Yu's bosom and ask him about his inner doubts after six days.

  Fang Yu looked at the dried sweet potato with a strange expression, but still explained.

  Originally, every new disciple had two things: one was the Washing Spirit Pill, which was used to wash away impurities and strengthen their body. The second was the Refining Qi Heart Method's first layer. With these two things, although it was still difficult for a new disciple to make progress, they wouldn't be as hopeless as 6th Chen.

  While Zizhu Pavilion is the most difficult to defend and contributes the least points.

  Upon hearing this, the fire in his heart suddenly burst into flames. Why did other disciples get something when they entered the sect, while he got nothing? Was it because he had come in through the back door that he wasn't considered a true disciple?

  Just as he was about to find an excuse, he suddenly thought of those words.

  "I'm not from the Qingyun Gate's charity hall. If you have skills, take out your knife and go rob. As long as you don't get caught, everything you rob is yours. The more you rob, the happier I'll be for you. But if you can't even rob successfully, humph, that's all because you're a useless thing."

  This has been made very clear, you are just a low-ranking disciple, but the rules of Qingyun Gate are like this, other disciples are the same.

  As he thought about it, 6 Chen gradually understood.

  He stared straight at the 6th senior brother, previously seeing him explode in anger, seemingly wanting to reason with him. This made him secretly astonished, which disciple of theirs didn't follow the rules when entering the sect? This little junior brother was quite bold, actually daring to find the sect leader to reason with him.

  "Hey younger brother, don't be too hard on yourself. Look at Lin, he's over 70 and still sweeping the floor, but he's doing all right. These days will pass quickly, just hang in there."

  He also felt some sympathy for his younger brother, pointing to the medicine field and saying: "Look at me, I'm cultivating a spiritual gathering grass, but I'm worried that the harvest won't be good, afraid of pests, and after a year, I can only exchange it for a hundred or so, what a hard life."

  At 6 o'clock, Chen swept his eyes over the medicine field and saw that it was full of lush green grass. He also let out a sigh in his heart. The rules of the Qingyun Gate are strict like this, not just for you alone. The weak are eliminated, and the strong remain!

  He stuffed the last few pieces of sweet potato into Fang Yu's hands and left dejectedly at 6 o'clock.

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