Sign in at the beginning of the sage position

It is said that among the group of disciples who started five years ago, one of them cast lots and got the job of cleaning the ancestor's ancestral hall.

Among the many internal affairs of the sect, this is a job that the disciples don't like very much.

After all, it's better than being a sword-holding disciple of a certain elder, who can often get in touch with the ancestors of the elders.

A word of advice can save you many detours. If you behave well, you may even have a chance to be directly accepted by the elders and become a disciple.

It is not as good as the Shaohuo boy in Baodan Valley, who can get in touch with many useful knowledge of alchemy and pharmacology.

Even going to the Spiritual Beast Academy, or taking care of the medicine fields, is more promising.

Sweeping the ancestral hall of the ancestors, although this work is not too heavy and hard, it is too lonely, and there is almost no chance to get in touch with the seniors of the sect, or other immortals.

Therefore, the disciples all avoided it.

The disciples who were drawn by lottery were also helpless, with a dejected look on their faces.

Usually, when the three months expire, they can't wait to go to the Miscellaneous Court to get a new job.

And this kind of ethos is not limited to this generation of disciples, this sect has always been like this since ancient times.

But five years ago, a strange thing happened.

The disciple who was assigned to sweep the patriarch's ancestral hall did not complain, as if he was mourning his concubine, three months later, he took the initiative to accept the same job again.

And this is five years.

Five years as one day.

No complaints, just love it.

Even the deacon of the Miscellaneous House felt a little apologetic and couldn't bear it, and asked him several times if he wanted to change his job.

The other party sternly refused.

He also said with a smile that his qualifications are not good, and it is the same to do housework, and changing a chore may not be helpful to practice.

How about cleaning the ancestral hall of the ancestors all the time?

At first he was already familiar with it.

Secondly, I am very grateful to be accepted as a disciple by Huayu Sect, but I am too poor in cultivation to work for the sect.

To be able to clean the ancestors of the past generations of the sect is also considered to have done my best.

At the beginning, Master Qingyu didn't take it seriously when he heard his nephew talking about it.

I just feel that this young man has self-knowledge, and knows how to be grateful, so he has such a filial piety.

However, at this moment, I personally stepped into the ancestral hall of the ancestor, and saw him sweeping the floor and wiping the table very seriously, not letting the dust in any corner be spared.

It looks serious, but it's fun.

Master Qingyu couldn't help but nodded secretly.

It is really good to be able to be neither arrogant nor impetuous, and know how to choose and choose.

Among the young disciples, he was considered outstanding.

There was a flash of inspiration in his eyes, and he checked the boy's spiritual root aptitude with his celestial eyesight.

But he sighed again.

It's just a bad miscellaneous spirit root.

Although it can be practiced, it is destined to be slow and the achievements are limited.

Even if you work hard, you may not be able to build a foundation in this life.

Otherwise, he intends to introduce this young man to his apprentice and let him be his disciple.

But now, this idea has been dismissed.

When he approached, Lin Xiaoyao seemed to notice the visitor suddenly, and couldn't help being shocked.

Immediately seeing clearly that it was the master master, he hurriedly bowed to salute, and bowed deeply: "Disciple pays homage to master master."

"Free gift."

Facing this junior who was not highly qualified, but diligent and polite, Master Qingyu looked very kind and asked, "How many years have you been here?"

"Returning to the master master, five years and two months."

Lin Xiaoyao signs in every day, rain or shine, so he remembers the time very clearly.

"It's been five years, it's really not easy!"

Master Qingyu said with emotion: "Don't you really find it hard?"

"Not bitter."

Lin Xiaoyao's face was full of determination: "I am very satisfied to be able to worship Huayu Sect and do my part for the sect."

"Um."

Daoist Qingyu praised him, but didn't say any more. With his eyesight, he could tell clearly at a glance whether the other party's words were true or false.

"I want to pay homage to the patriarchs, you should retreat first!"

"yes!"

Lin Xiaoyao bowed his head and saluted, and then he was ready to bow and leave the place.

However, just as he moved his footsteps, Master Qingyu's voice reached his ears again: "Wait a minute."

"What orders does the master master have?"

Lin Xiaoyao felt a little surprised in his heart, and he didn't hide his emotions on his face, so it seemed reasonable.

"You take this bottle of medicine!"

The other party flicked his sleeve robe, and a ray of spiritual light slowly flew towards him holding a medicine bottle.

Lin Xiaoyao hurriedly reached out to take it, uncorked the bottle, and what came into view was a pill the size of a broad bean, which was fragrant.

"Washing Marrow Pill!"

"Master Patriarch, you are..."

Lin Xiaoyao's expression was both surprised and somewhat frightened.

The performance of a low-level disciple in this situation is vividly displayed.

"This Xisui Pill is helpful for the progress of Qi-refining monks' mana. Although your aptitude is ordinary, you are in a good mood. As long as you work hard, there will be no foundation building day before the beginning. Although the immortal road is hard, but since you have embarked on this road, you should not take it lightly. to give up."

Lin Xiaoyao was a little confused.

Is this a reward for myself?

So... I have met a rare fairy fate?

Although it was of no use to him, he still immediately lowered his head, showing a respectful and grateful expression: "Thank you for the teaching, Master Patriarch, I must remember it."

After finishing speaking, he was not polite, and happily put the bottle of marrow washing pill into his arms.

Then he bowed again: "Disciple, leave."

"Go!"

Master Qingyu waved his hand.

Not much to say.

Of course, he wasn't really interested in Lin Xiaoyao, an inconspicuous little monk, nor did he see any clues from him.

It's just that the other party has a calm mind, but unfortunately his qualifications are too poor. It may be extremely difficult to build a foundation.

He also praised him for cleaning the ancestral hall of the ancestors for five years like a day, and he worked tirelessly.

So he helped with a bottle of marrow washing pill.

This elixir can enhance the magic power of Qi-refining monks, allowing them to practice with half the effort.

I hope it can help him to make further progress.

Of course, the specific situation and whether the foundation can be established in the future mainly depends on the little guy himself.

Master Qingyu just felt something in his heart for a while, and he did it casually.

Of course, he didn't really take this matter to heart.

After all, even if that kid has merit, but his aptitude is too poor, he might be able to help him, but it is impossible to give him too much support.

As the leader of a faction, the most important thing is to be fair.

Cultivation resources are limited, so we can only give priority to those disciples with outstanding talents.

It's not partiality, but a trade-off.

Only in this way can the sect not be weakened, but continue to improve.

Therefore, although he gave a bottle of marrow washing pill and gave some words of encouragement, he quickly put this matter behind him.