Chapter 1 Dung Fu Shang

Near noon, Tianlingxing Xiujian Sect, Xuanyu Sect.

A figure who was only four feet tall appeared on the mountain path. The child's name was Long Yi.

At this time, Long Yi's back carried a large bundle of dry wood more than twice as big as his body. His pace seemed to be a little heavy and difficult, and the sweat on his head kept flowing. His body bowed slightly, and his head was occasionally raised to clear the road under his feet.

Long Yi's tender shoulders seemed to be about to be crushed by the dry firewood on his body, which made it difficult for him to lift his feet. He knew that he could not hold on and had to rest for a while.

Long Yi looked around and walked under a big tree on the side of the roadside. When he arrived at the tree, he leaned sideways, hummed, and removed the heavy dry firewood. After that, he sat on the ground weakly and gasped.

Long Yi leaned on the big tree. After a while, his breathing finally calmed down, but what followed was the pain and mental fatigue all over his body. Long Yi sighed long, with a look of loneliness and confusion on his face.

Today, it is the third month for Long Yi to enter the Xuanyu Sect. Three months seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, but for Long Yi, this period of time was difficult and long.

Everything in Xuanyu Sect seems to be too different from what Long Yi expected. Without the robe he once expected, the flying sword accompanied him, let alone the guidance of the master he deeply looked forward to, and the study of the sword secret. These, three months have passed, and it seems that Long Yi is still far away.

In these three months, what Long Yi did, in addition to working, was to sleep.

On the first day he entered Xuanyu Sect, he was given a storage bag for storing items, a khaki Taoist robe, and an axe. Instead of becoming a swordsman, he became a woodcutter.

His identity in this sect is not a disciple who can practice kendo, but a swordsman.

Swordsman, there is another title, Sword Slave. And whether it is one of these two titles, it means the same meaning, that is, the person with this identity is not qualified to practice swords.

The swordsman is the lowest status in the Xuanyu Sect, or in the Tianlingxing sword cultivation world. Although the people who are given this status can be protected by the sect, what they can do is to undertake all the chores in the sect, and must unconditionally obey the orders of the disciples above the level of swordsmen in the sect, and they are not allowed to practice swords in private, because they are not qualified!

In other words, the swordsman, like a servant in an ordinary family, does the most tired and dirty errands, and can't have any complaints. Otherwise, he will be expelled from the sect and lose his shelter. And Long Yi is in such a state now.

In these three months, his job was to cut firewood and cut a huge amount of dry firewood! From the first night he entered the sect, he had to get up before dawn every day and go into the mountains to cut firewood until he completed the task of the day before he could come back, have a meal and sleep. And if you can't complete the task of the day, then the food will be deducted for three days! If you sleep, you will be deprived!

Therefore, these three months are extremely difficult three months for Long Yi, who is only ten years old. It took him two and a half months to finally be able to complete the task on the same day, but despite this, the hard work he faced every day was unimaginable.

Long Yi sat under the tree for a moment, and his physical strength recovered a little. He was silent for a long time, and his mind moved. A simple wooden sword flew out of the storage bag around his waist and was held in his hand.

Long Yi held the wooden sword in his hands. He looked a little lonely, and his eyes showed memories. He remembered his father. This wooden sword is the only relic of his father who lives with him but has died in battle.

In fact, after leaving home and entering the Xuanyu Sect, until now, whenever there is no time around, Long Yi will take out the wooden sword from the storage bag and silently touch it for a while.

In the days of Xuanyuzong, Long Yi found that the people here were very indifferent. Those disciples who were higher than him only looked at indifference and disdain when they saw him, and even the swordsmen who lived in the same house with him had almost no communication with him. They are young, but they have been forced to be overwhelmed by heavy errands and don't even have the strength to speak...

A sense of loneliness breeds in Long Yi's heart, and with the passage of time, it is getting stronger and stronger. To this day, he seems to be used to this indifferent and lonely life. Like others, he went out early, went back at night, and went to bed after eating. And the only thing that can make him feel warm is the wooden sword in his hand.

Touching the wooden sword, Long Yi's tired body and mind seemed to recover a little strength. He muttered to the wooden sword and said, "Dad, it's not easy to be a swordsman!" Yi'er has been here for three months, and now I find that it's not as beautiful as I thought before. People here don't want to talk to me. Yier has no friends here. Yier often feels very tired and misses you very much!"

After a pause, Long Yi's tone suddenly became more firm and said, "But! Dad, don't worry, Yi'er said that one day he will become a swordsman who can fly with his sword like you, and he will definitely try his best to do it! I heard that it won't be long before Xuanyuzong will select a new generation of disciples every year. At that time, people like me, as swordsmen, can also get a chance to test! As long as I can pass the test, I can become a formal disciple, enter the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, find my own flying sword, and then start the road of sword cultivation!"

Speaking of this, Long Yi couldn't help holding the wooden sword tightly, with an excited look in his eyes. He seemed to have seen the day when he passed the test, accepted the sword to recognize the Lord, and became a real swordsman!

"Dad, I will definitely do it!"

The turbulent emotions surged in Long Yi's heart. At this moment, what emanated from his body was far beyond the perseverance and belief of his age!

"Hey! It's you again! Well, how dare you be lazy here!?

A strange voice suddenly sounded behind Long Yi, and Long Yi was shocked and turned around. When he saw the appearance of the people behind him, his eyes instinctively showed panic and fear!