A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice

Qingzhou.

Yuanyang Prefecture, Xiangu County.

Yuanshun Escort Agency, in an open space in the backyard of the side room.

This is the place where firewood is piled in the escort agency. Usually, few people come here, but at this time, there are more than a dozen thin figures standing sparsely in the open space.

These people are teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old. Most of them have not grown up yet, and their faces are pale due to long-term malnutrition.

These teenagers are all the new errand disciples recruited by Yuanshun Escort Agency this year.

When they first entered Yuanshun Escort Agency, they were all very excited.

Because the errand disciples of Yuanshun Escort Agency have the opportunity to learn some basic boxing and martial arts.

Those who learn well have the opportunity to be promoted to apprentices.

Once you become an apprentice, you can learn real martial arts, and you can follow the escort master and go out to escort.

In time, when you are proficient in the business, you can also become an escort master.

Although the escort master is a river and river, it is a bit dangerous, but for these poor teenagers, this is already a very good job.

At least they can have enough food, and they can make some money.

But now, they have been in the sect for two and a half months.

Their mood has gradually changed from excitement to gloom.

Among the errand disciples, only one or two can become apprentices, and often, they are wiped out in batches, and no one can make it.

Half a month later, it will be the day of assessment.

They know best how well they have practiced.

Most of the errand disciples have known that they will not be selected, so they have begun to give up and live a lazy life.

Since the past few days, some people have been absent from the evening martial arts practice.

At this time, Duan Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead and ran into the yard from the corner gate.

He was the last errand disciple to come in, because he was assigned to the farthest horse stable from here.

Duan Rong wore a brown shorts, and his body was a little thin, but this was all because of hunger due to long-term hunger.

In fact, his skeleton is not small.

Duan Rong glanced at the number of people in the yard. There were only about a dozen people.

Yuanshun Escort Agency recruited more than 30 new errand disciples this year. More than half of them have left before the assessment.

Duan Rong sighed, but he could understand the thoughts of those who left. These errand disciples had to work hard every day and practice here in the evening. If there was a goal, they could grit their teeth and persevere.

If you know that you will not be selected, what is the point of working so hard?

Duan Rong looked at the old weapon rack standing in the corner of the yard.

There were broken blades on the rack, which were used for these errand disciples to practice.

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly lit up, and he saw that there was an extra knife on the rack.

Duan Rong immediately walked over with some excitement, found the new knife, and held it in his hand.

This is an ordinary oxtail knife, the handle is worn, and the blade is broken in four or five places, just like a wounded veteran who has retired from the battlefield.

Duan Rong took a breath nervously and said in his heart: "Read the spirit of the weapon!"

A set of data immediately appeared in front of Duan Rong's eyes.

Weapon: Oxtail Knife.

Weapon spirit level: Second level.

Devouring requirements: Host mental power level 2 (not met).

Devouring effect: Mastery of Five Tigers and Sheep Knife, Entry of Shura Knife, Entry of Plum Blossom Knife.

After seeing the data, Duan Rong's bright eyes dimmed instantly. These retired useless knives, the weapon spirit level is either second or third level, he can't devour them at all.

Duan Rong cursed inwardly and put the oxtail knife in his hand back on the shelf. He has only been in this world for a few days. Although he has inherited the memory of the original owner, he is still confused about many situations.

Especially the ability to devour the spirit of the weapon that comes with him. So far, he doesn't know whether this ability is reliable or not.

After all, he had already tried all the useless knives on the shelf, but none of them succeeded in swallowing.

Duan Rong stood in the team with some depression.

As soon as Duan Rong entered the crowd, several people covered their noses and distanced themselves from him.

"You smell like horse manure, it stinks!"

Duan Rong was indeed smelly.

He worked in a stable, and horses were important assets of the escort agency.

He had to feed the horses with softened hay every day, and clean up the horse manure.

If there was a convoy the next day, he had to brush the horses.

After a day of work, it was inevitable to be covered in stinky sweat and horse manure.

Duan Rong looked at the frowning and disgusted looks of several people, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

In his previous life, Duan Rong was an insurance salesman, and he had long developed a thick skin that could swallow his spit. This look of disgust and contempt was just a breeze and drizzle to him.

"I'll suffocate you guys who are not polite..." Duan Rong cursed in his heart.

At this moment, a large figure flashed out from the gate of the courtyard.

Zhao Mu is an intern escort in the escort agency. He is a big and strong man.

Take a look at the content of the book in the 6-9 book forum!

Because he made a small mistake in the last escort, he was scolded by the escort leader and was assigned to lead the menial disciples, which was a laborious but unprofitable job.

Although Zhao Mu was quite dissatisfied, he did not dare to slack off. The escort leader had a bad impression of him. If he did not teach well, he might lose his internship this year.

That would be a loss!

Zhao Mu crossed the threshold and walked in arrogantly, holding a scabbarded oxtail knife in his arms.

Zhao Mu spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and his eyes like a wild dog swept through the crowd, stopping at Duan Rong, and shouted: "Boy, come here, wipe my knife with an oily rag!"

Duan Rong was standing in the team with no one around him, and he was indeed a little eye-catching. Unexpectedly, he was called by Zhao Mu.

Duan Rong wrinkled his nose and walked over reluctantly. A low laugh came from behind him.

In fact, Zhao Mu didn't call Duan Rong because he was eye-catching in the team.

He himself came from a menial disciple, and he knew who practiced well and who didn't practice well among these people.

Duan Rong not only practiced poorly, but also had no chance of being selected as an apprentice. In addition, he had a serious illness some time ago and couldn't keep up with the progress. Wiping his own knife was also a useful thing.

Duan Rong took the knife from Zhao Mu, took an oily rag from the windowsill, and sat on the steps of the courtyard gate.

This rag was soaked in castor oil. Using this rag to wipe the knife can play a certain maintenance role.

Duan Rong pulled the knife out of the scabbard, and saw the white and bright blade emitting a cold light, which was completely different from the shabby appearance of those useless knives on the shelf.

Duan Rong called out "good knife" in his heart, and his eyes turned, and his mind moved, and he wanted to see the level of the weapon spirit of the knife in his hand.

"Read the weapon spirit!"

Duan Rong looked at the set of data in front of him, and his heart was stunned.

Weapon: Oxtail Knife.

Weapon spirit level: Not yet entered.

Devouring requirements: None. (Satisfied)

Devouring effect: Entry of the Five Tigers and Sheep Knife.

He originally expected that the weapon spirit of such a good knife must be higher than those useless knives on the shelf.

But the result was exactly the opposite.

The weapon spirits of the useless knives on the shelf are all of the second or third level, but the weapon spirit of this good knife in his hand has not yet entered the level.

In other words, the weapon spirit of this good knife is far inferior to those useless knives on the shelf.

"This..." Duan Rong couldn't figure out the reason for a while.

"Could it be that the longer the weapon is used, the more the spirit of the person will be absorbed into the weapon, nourishing the growth of the weapon spirit?"

However, this is just Duan Rong's guess, and it needs to be verified in the future. He didn't dwell on this uncertain issue for too long. After all, he could devour the weapon spirit of this knife, which was a good thing for him.

Moreover, the devouring effect is the Five Tigers and Sheep Knife, and the knife skills have reached the entry level.

For him, this can be said to be a timely help.

Although it is only the entry level, if it can really be achieved, it will be more than enough to be promoted to an apprentice.

Duan Rong was overjoyed.

"Devour!"