The Iron Sword Sect was neither big nor small.
Martial Arts Practice Field.
In the Skill Teaching Pavilion.
Armory.
In the Pill Room.
Herb garden.
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It could be said that a righteous sect had everything they needed.
However, there was an old saying that went,"Meat is divided into five flowers and three layers, and people are divided into three, six, and nine grades."
Where there were people, there would be Jianghu. Where there was Jianghu, there would naturally be a distinction between high and low, right?
Just watch.
The sect master and his direct disciples all lived in exquisite pavilions on the mountain.
The inner disciples lived halfway up the mountain.
Outer sect disciples could only live at the foot of the mountain.
As for the servant disciples?
They all lived in spacious servant rooms, and a large shared bed could sleep dozens or hundreds of people.
Apart from completing their fixed chores every day, these servant disciples were at the disposal of some inner sect disciples at any time.
Someone might ask.
Were these servant disciples sick in the head? Were they so free that they came to the Iron Sword Sect to be enslaved?
The reason was simple.
Although the work of the servant disciples was dirty and tiring.
However, as long as one joined the Iron Sword Sect, they would be able to obtain the most basic mental cultivation method of Internal Strength. They would also be able to obtain a Blood Refining Pill every six months and choose a basic martial art to practice.
If one could produce a trace of internal energy or cultivate a basic martial art to the level of small success, they could be directly promoted to an outer sect disciple.
Of course, these were all talking about the path of advancement of the servant disciples.
For some martial arts prodigies with good root bones, they could directly become inner sect disciples or become the personal disciples of elders and sect masters. Naturally, the treatment was excellent.
However, Ning Chuan was very lucky.
Although he was also a servant disciple, he had his own residence because he was in charge of the herbal garden.
After all, the job of looking after the herbal garden required him to pay attention to the growth of the herbs at all times. If any of the herbs withered, it would be a loss that outweighed the gains.
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Iron Sword Sect, Herb Garden.
"Deacon Wang, I've brought the person for you. Leave the rest to him.”
Second Senior Brother Lan Chen brought Ning Chuan to the herb garden, threw a sentence into the house and strode away. From the beginning to the end, he did not even look at Ning Chuan.
After all, Senior Brother Lan Chen couldn't say that he disliked Ning Chuan, but he didn't like Ning Chuan either. Ning Chuan had only joined the Iron Sword Sect because he had flattered his junior sister.
"Thank you for sending me off, Senior Brother Lan."
Ning Chuan was still smiling at Lan Chen's arrogance. He didn't show any dissatisfaction because of Lan Chen's arrogant attitude.
"You're the new servant disciple, right?”
An old man in his sixties pushed open the door and walked out.
"Disciple Ning Chuan greets Deacon Wang.”
Ning Chuan hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed, his face still very humble.
Deacon Wang nodded with satisfaction at Ning Chuan's humble attitude and began to explain the things that needed to be paid attention to in managing the herbal garden.
Ning Chuan listened quietly.
He also roughly understood what he needed to do.
In fact, the work in the herbal garden was not tiring, and the time was very free.
It was nothing more than watering and removing insects, picking herbs at the right time, but it required extremely careful people to take care of it to be competent for this job.
If the yield of herbs was high, the Iron Sword Sect would naturally give out rewards.
Moreover, although this Deacon Wang was in charge of the herbal garden, he rarely lived here all year round.
Most of the time, he would go out to pick precious medicinal herbs. It was rare for him to stay in the herbal garden for a month every year.
If it wasn't for the fact that the previous servant disciple who was in charge of the herbal garden had died of illness, Deacon Wang wouldn't have appeared here at this moment.
Very quickly.
After Deacon Wang finished explaining everything about the herbal garden, he handed Ning Chuan a waist token to prove his identity and floated away.
Before he left, Deacon Wang solemnly instructed Ning Chuan to take good care of the herbal garden. Otherwise, if too many herbs died, Ning Chuan would definitely be severely reprimanded by the elders of the torture hall.
Ning Chuan naturally nodded in agreement and watched Deacon Wang leave.
…….
Deacon Wang left.
Ning Chuan briefly checked the herbal garden and returned to his house.
Although the house was slightly simple, it could shelter them from the wind and rain, and it was fully furnished.
This also made Ning Chuan nod with satisfaction. He finally had a place to stay and could temporarily settle down.
……
In the house.
Ning Chuan sat cross-legged on the bed. The humble smile on his face gradually disappeared. His eyes were as deep and serene as an ancient pool.
Actually…
Ning Chuan did not like to smile.
The reason why he smiled was because he gave off a harmless feeling.
Since he wanted to be a person who lived in seclusion, he naturally had to be low-key and humble.
Before he had the strength to be invincible, it was useless to pretend to be stupid. His godfather was the best proof.
Now, he had successfully joined the Iron Sword Sect.
The next step was naturally to cultivate martial arts.
According to Deacon Wang's introduction, when he first joined the Iron Sword Sect, he could go to the Skill Teaching Pavilion to choose a basic Internal Strength and martial arts technique, and he could also receive a Blood Refinement Pill.
Ning Chuan made up his mind. He changed into the uniform of the Iron Sword Sect's servant disciple, took the waist token to prove himself, and strode towards the Skill Teaching Pavilion.
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