The old man nodded slightly in surprise and said, "Well, from now on you will be my apprentice disciple of Chunhui Valley." The old man shouted to the outside of the door, "Xiao Huazi." The young man standing outside the door walked in and said respectfully, "Master." "This is your new junior brother. Take him down to make some arrangements." "Yes, Master. By the way, the batch of herbs delivered a few days ago has been prepared. What should we do with it next?" "Just figure it out. There is no need to keep asking such questions in the future. Go down." The old man surnamed Yang showed a trace of impatience on his face. After speaking, he waved his hand and drove the two out. "Yes, Master!" The young man saluted respectfully, turned his head and looked at Ning Ping and said, "Come with me." Just like that, he became a disciple of this Chunhui Valley? Ning Ping followed the new senior brother in a trance and came to a house not far away.
These houses are indeed much simpler than the attic in front of him, but they are much better than the mud houses in the village. He had only seen them when he went to the city with his master before. Entering the room, Ning Ping took a look. In front of him was a long table, and behind it was a thin uncle sitting with his eyes closed. There were some things piled up on a shelf behind him. "Uncle An, this is a newcomer. Bring him here to get some expenses." The man called Uncle An behind the counter slowly opened his eyes and looked at the two of them, and said, "What's your name?" "Hey, I'm calling you, speak." Seeing Ning Ping still looking around, Xiao Huazi urged impatiently. "Ah~ My name is Ning Ping." Uncle An grabbed a brush, opened a booklet and started writing. Then he stood up and searched for a while without saying a word, and placed some things on the table in front of him. "Everything is here, these two books, return them in a month." After saying that, he pushed the things on the table in front of him forward. Ning Ping hurriedly stepped forward and held all the things in his arms. He took a quick look inside and saw a thin quilt and two sets of clothes, with two books on top. The thin book on the top had the words "Qi Ling Jue" written on it, but he didn't know what the thick book below was, so he had to read it for a while. "It's done here, let's go. Thank you for troubling Uncle An." Uncle An waved his hand, and then sat down and closed his eyes to rest. Following Xiao Huazi and continuing to walk towards a few houses in the distance, Ning Ping suddenly felt moved and started chatting. "Brother, I heard from Master that this place is called Chunhui Valley. What do we mainly do?" "We mainly refine medicine for the sect. Our sect is called Nanhua Sect. There are also some other halls. Our place is called Chunhui Valley. By the way, don't blame me for not reminding you. You must complete the tasks ordered in the future carefully and be diligent, otherwise you will suffer."
"Thank you for reminding me, brother. Oh, by the way, what are the names of the two people who just left Master's place? Are they immortals?" "Haha, you call them immortals? But it's not wrong for you mortals to call them that. People who know how to practice are generally called cultivators. The two before were the two hall masters in the sect. The tall one with a square face is Wen Tiangong, the master of Yingfeng Hall. The shorter one is Yan Chengzhou, the master of the Law Enforcement Hall. Remember to call him uncle when you see him in the future, and be respectful, otherwise you won't know how you died." Xiao Huazi glanced at Ning Ping with contempt and spoke like a treasure. "Oh! What is the immortal root?" Ning Ping remembered these two names secretly with a flickering look in his eyes. "You don't even know about immortal roots?" Seeing that the other party knew nothing, Xiao Huazi felt very pleased. "Immortal roots are whether a person has the possibility of becoming a cultivator. If you don't have immortal roots, you are destined to be a mortal for life, without the slightest possibility of becoming a cultivator." Ning Ping suddenly realized that it seemed that he had immortal roots according to what they said. He was immediately delighted, which also meant that he also had the opportunity to become a cultivator who could fly in the air. "Also, what are these two books for?" While walking, Ning Ping flipped the book on the top and recognized all the words after a glance, but the content seemed a bit difficult to understand. Xiao Huazi glanced at Ning Ping's hand and said. "This Qiling Jue is an entry-level practice method for cultivation. As long as you can perceive and refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, you will be a cultivator. The other book is a herbal illustration book, which must be memorized as soon as possible. Don't say you can read!" Then he suddenly thought of Ning Ping's background. If he had any intersection with the two hall masters, he couldn't offend him without knowing it. "By the way, how did you get brought here by those two hall masters? What's your relationship with them?" Ning Ping knew that the other party must have seen him coming here, so he didn't hide it. He immediately told them about the destruction of the village and how they came here together. But he never mentioned that the two hall masters had a hand in destroying the village. After hearing this, Xiao Huazi felt that the other party had nothing to do with the two hall masters, and then some pity appeared on his face. "Hey, live a good life here, remember to be obedient." At this time, the two came to a row of houses, and some herbs were drying in the open space in front. Walking into one of the big houses, it was a big bunk bed. Two rows of twenty or thirty beds were placed with some straw mats and bedding, and there was a transparent window on both sides that ran through the whole house. "The bed inside is empty. You can live there from now on. Don't run around. You can't leave the valley without permission. There are guards at the entrance of the valley. If you are treated as an outsider and chopped by the guards, it will be no joke." "What should I do from now on?" "It's getting late today. Get up early tomorrow and I will tell you what to do. After tomorrow, you will have to wear the clothes of the sect. Don't forget. The cafeteria is opposite. Go and eat at mealtime." "Okay, senior brother. By the way, I'm sorry that I haven't learned your name for so long." "My name is Hua Wenyao. Just call me senior brother from now on. Memorize the herbal illustration book quickly. You will need it every day in the future. Both books must be returned in a month. Don't make trouble if you can't recognize them all. You will be in big trouble. Be smart, okay?" "I remember. Thank you for your advice." Ning Ping always remembered the teacher's teaching that courtesy is not blamed.
Hua Wenyao nodded with satisfaction and walked out without planning to stay any longer. Ning Ping came to the empty bed he pointed to just now. There was already a set of straw mats on it. The conditions were much better than the cellar he lived in before, but unfortunately there was no bookshelf. Putting the things down, he looked around and felt confused. Things are unpredictable. I didn't expect that I would become a disciple of Chunhui Valley of Nanhua Gate in a muddle. There was no one at the moment. After tidying up a little, Ning Ping flipped through the books in his hand. First, he flipped through the "Herbs Illustrated Book" below. When he opened it, he saw vivid pictures of herbs on each page, and the medicinal properties and preparation methods of the herbs were on the side.
