Free Web NovelYanwu Hall.
The martial arts instruction session here concluded today.
On the ground paved with bluestone bricks, Outer Sect Disciples were all practicing their skills, drenched in sweat.
Wang Hu was among them.
The result of the Ascension Stone Steps was not determined by the highest layer one reached, but by the final layer one stood upon.
He later endured severe pain to climb with difficulty, but in the end, he was only assigned to the Outer Sect.
And that was all thanks to one person!
"He must have used some method to deceive the Ascension Stone Steps!"
"One day, I will expose his true colors."
Bang—bang—
He struck the sandbag, making a thudding sound, as if he were treating it as the person who made his teeth ache.
He could only vent his anger in this way.
After all, Li Mo was already a True Disciple.
Even his cousin, Wang Hao, could not lay a hand on him.
"Junior Brother Wang, your cousin has cultivated the Six Harmonies Fist to a certain degree of proficiency."
"His pulse has also opened, so I no longer need to teach him."
A blue-robed Outer Sect steward raised his eyebrows.
"Xiao Hu has had some talent for fist techniques since he was young, he just practiced a bit haphazardly with my uncle."
Wang Hao smiled, but a hint of coldness flashed across the corner of his mouth.
"He, like Xiao Qin, should be an Inner Sect Disciple."
The steward shook his head and looked at a young man in the crowd.
The young man had an ordinary appearance, was dressed in short clothes, and his eyes were full of determination.
He was practicing diligently, completely drenched in sweat.
"Senior Brother, that's not right. Hu Zi's talent is not something that waste can compare to."
"He was once admitted to the Inner Sect with me in the same batch, but he became more and more useless with practice, his Qi and blood are probably almost as weak as someone who just opened their pulse, right?"
A hint of mockery appeared in Wang Hao's eyes.
As the two were speaking.
A figure suddenly appeared in the sunlight streaming through the main entrance.
The young man wore a cloud-patterned robe, his smile was sunny and amiable.
"Hmm?" Wang Hao raised an eyebrow.
"Li Mo?"
Wang Hu saw that familiar face and punched through the sandbag.
The movements of the people practicing martial arts also stopped one after another, their expressions confused and puzzled.
Was he not a True Disciple?
Why had he come to the Outer Sect Yanwu Hall?
"Junior Brother Li, I am He Hongfeng, this is..." The blue-robed Outer Sect steward stood up, his manners impeccable.
Li Mo coughed lightly and said, "Senior Brother He, greetings. I've come to learn some basic martial arts and fist techniques."
He Hongfeng: "?"
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You must be joking with me.
"Do the Elders know about this...?"
"Uh, my Master went to sleep, and it was Elder Xue who told me to come."
Li Mo nodded.
"Master... Elder Shang Wu?"
He Hongfeng immediately understood when he thought of that beautiful Elder in a fiery red palace dress.
It made sense.
The expressions of everyone in the Yanwu Hall varied; some were gloating, some were sympathetic, and some were unconvinced.
A dignified True Disciple, reduced to learning martial arts in the Outer Sect.
This indicated that he was not highly regarded...
That's right.
All the Elders had their own True Disciples, and recently Ying Bing was gaining much prominence, with many saying she would be the next Sect Leader of the Qingyuan Sect, so the Elders naturally revolved around her.
Li Mo also ended up with a Master whom everyone loathed.
Being neglected was not incomprehensible.
Among the crowd.
The young man named Xiao Qin was wiping his sweat, and he couldn't help but sigh a little.
Wasn't his situation also like this?
"Can't a True Disciple come to the Outer Sect Yanwu Hall?"
"The rules haven't said it's not allowed, but the basics of fist techniques have already been taught today. If you still want to learn, you'll have to ask the Inner Sect Senior Brother who teaches fist techniques."
He Hongfeng was responsible for guiding Outer Sect Disciples °• N 𝑜 v 𝑒 l i g h t •° in opening their pulses and condensing their Qi and blood.
"The Inner Sect Senior Brother who teaches fist techniques..."
Li Mo followed his gaze and saw Wang Hao, who was drinking tea.
Wang Hao didn't even lift his head, his tone not very friendly:
"Yanwu Hall has its rules. I only train Outer Sect Disciples for one hour each day."
"Since you're late, no one can be an exception."
As he spoke, he raised his head and then feigned a belated surprise:
"Junior Brother Li? Aren't you a True Disciple?"
"If you insist on breaking the rules, I'll have no choice but to give you special instruction."
What he said was quite malicious.
If he were to ask to learn again, it would mean breaking the rules and making an exception.
Originally, everyone might have thought teaching it again was no big deal, but once these words were spoken, they would feel it was unfair.
"Cousin, being a True Disciple is amazing, isn't it!"
"When you come to the Outer Sect, you still have to follow the rules!"
Wang Hu played along, acting as a foil.
Although he hadn't formally taken a Master yet, he was almost certainly Disciple of Steward Fu Tu.
In terms of status, he wasn't afraid of Li Mo, this unappreciated True Disciple.
He Hongfeng also stopped speaking; he oversaw the Yanwu Hall, as long as there was no chaos, he wouldn't interfere in others' conflicts.
"Alright, alright, are you two doing a crosstalk performance here?"
Li Mo raised his hand to silence them and said to He Hongfeng:
"I'll watch others practice from the side, that doesn't break the rules, does it?"
"That is naturally permissible."
"Good."
Li Mo nodded and walked into the Yanwu Hall, looking around.
"He seems to be practicing well?"
His gaze fixed, Li Mo walked towards Xiao Qin in the corner.
"Tsk... these two have teamed up."
Wang Hao squinted at him, the corners of his mouth upturned.
Wang Hu almost laughed out loud.
You think you can learn just by watching others practice? Who do you think you are?
Moreover, of all people to learn from, he chose the famous good-for-nothing of the Outer Sect.
"Senior Brother, is it convenient for me to watch you practice here?"
Li Mo first bowed.
"Xiao Qin, if you want to watch, then watch, I don't guarantee you'll learn."
Xiao Qin said gruffly.
Li Mo's smile was warm: "Senior Brother Xiao, just practice your own, no need to mind me."
Xiao Qin's eyes were complex.
This young man, as a True Disciple, did not hold himself aloof, but instead treated him, an Outer Sect Disciple, with courtesy.
Having received many cold stares, he rarely felt the respect of others.
For a moment, a sense of shared suffering arose within him.
"Junior Brother, this is the Six Harmonies Fist. I'll start from the beginning, pay close attention."
After Xiao Qin spoke, he deliberately slowed down his movements.
