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

Chapter 1 Devouring
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 and charcoal are stored in the escort agency. Usually, few people come here, but at this moment, there are more than a dozen thin figures standing sparsely in the open space.

These people were all teenagers of fifteen or sixteen years old. Most of them had not fully grown yet, and their faces had the pale color of long-term malnutrition.

These young men are all the errand boys newly recruited by Yuanshun Escort Agency this year.

When they first entered Yuanshun Escort Agency, they were all extremely 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 follow the escort master to go out on escort missions.

With time, when you become proficient in the business, you can also become a bodyguard.

Although being a bodyguard is a dangerous job, it is a very good career for these young men from poor backgrounds.

At least I can fill my stomach and make some money.

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

My mood gradually changed from excitement to gloomy.

Among the menial disciples, only one or two at most can become apprentices in a batch, and often, they are eliminated in large batches, with no one making it out of the group.

The assessment day will be in half a month.

You know best how well you have practiced.

Most of the menial disciples have already realized that they have no chance of being selected, so they have started to give up and live a slacker life.

Starting from the past few days, some people have been absent from the evening martial arts training time.

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

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

Duan Rong was wearing a brown shorts and looked a little thin, but this was due to hunger caused by not having enough food for a long time.

In fact, his frame is not small.

Duan Rong glanced at the number of people in the yard and saw that there were only about a dozen people.

Yuanshun Escort Agency recruited more than 30 new menial disciples this year, and more than half of them have already left even before the assessment.

Duan Rong sighed, but he could actually understand the thoughts of those who left. These menial disciples had to work hard every day and come here to practice in the evening. If they had a purpose, they could still grit their teeth and persevere.

What's the point of working so hard if you know you won't be selected?

Duan Rong glanced at the old weapons rack standing in the corner of the yard.

On the shelf were broken swords with broken blades, which were given to these menial disciples to practice with.

Duan Rong's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw an extra knife on the shelf.

Duan Rong immediately walked over excitedly, found Xinduo's knife, and held it in his hand.

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

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

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

Utensil: Oxtail knife.

Weapon spirit level: Level 2.

Devouring requirements: Host's mental strength level 2 (not met).

Devouring effect: Mastery of the Five Tigers and Sheep Swords, introduction to the Shura Sword, and introduction to the Plum Blossom Sword.

After Duan Rong saw the data, his bright eyes dimmed instantly. The weapon spirits of these discarded useless swords were either second-level or third-level, and he could not devour them at all.

Duan Rong cursed inwardly and put the oxtail knife in his hand back on the shelf. It had only been a few days since his soul traveled to this world. Although he had inherited the memories of the original owner, he was still confused about many situations.

Especially the ability to devour weapon spirits that came with him. Until now, he still didn't know whether this ability was reliable or not.

After all, he had already tried all the useless knives on the shelf, but he had not succeeded in swallowing any of them.

Duan Rong stood in the team feeling somewhat depressed.

As soon as Duan Rong entered the crowd, several people covered their noses and distanced themselves from him. "You stink of horse manure. It stinks!"

Duan Rong really stinks.

He works in a stable, and horses are an important asset of the escort agency.

He had to feed the horses softened grass every day and clean up the horse manure.

If there is a escort mission the next day, the horses must be brushed.

After a day's work, it is inevitable to be covered in sweat and smell of horse manure.

Duan Rong looked at the people frowning with disgust, but he felt secretly happy in his heart.

In his previous life, Duan Rong was an insurance salesman. He had long since developed a thick skin and was willing to swallow any insult. To him, this look of disgust and contempt was nothing more than a breeze or a drizzle.

"I'll suffocate you all..." Duan Rong cursed in his heart.

At this moment, a tall figure flashed out from the gate of the yard.

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

Because of a small mistake made during the last escort mission, he was scolded by the escort leader and was also assigned the job of leading 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 to begin with. If he did not teach him well, one thing might go wrong and his plan to become a regular employee during his internship this year might be ruined.

Then the gain outweighs the loss!
Zhao Mu crossed his arms over his chest, holding a scabbarded oxtail knife in his arms. He stepped over the threshold and walked in arrogantly.

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

There was no one around Duan Rong, and he stood out in the team. He did not expect to be 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 stood out in the team.

He himself was a menial disciple, so he knew very well who practiced well and who did not.

Not only was Duan Rong poor at training, there was no possibility of him being selected as an apprentice. Moreover, he had fallen seriously ill some time ago and was completely unable to keep up with the progress. Wiping his own knife was considered to be of some use.

Duan Rong took the knife from Zhao Mu, picked up an oily rag from the windowsill, and sat on the steps at the gate.

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

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

Duan Rong exclaimed in his heart, "What a nice sword!" His eyes rolled and he wanted to see the level of the sword's spirit in his hand.

"Read the spirit of the instrument!"

Duan Rong looked at the data in front of him and was stunned.

Utensil: Oxtail knife.

Weapon spirit level: Not yet reached.

Devouring requirements: None. (Satisfied)

Devouring effect: Introduction to the Five Tigers and Sheep Sword.

He originally expected that the spirit of such a good sword must be of a higher level than those useless swords on the shelf.

However, the result was exactly the opposite.

The spirits of the useless swords on the shelf were all of the second or third order, but the spirit of the good sword in his hand had not yet reached the third order.

In other words, the spirit of this good sword is far inferior to those useless swords on the shelf.

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

"Could it be that the longer a weapon is used, the more the person's spirit and energy will permeate into the weapon, thus nourishing the growth of the weapon spirit?"

However, this was just Duan Rong's guess and needed to be verified later. He did not dwell on this uncertain question for too long. After all, he could devour the weapon spirit of the sword, which was a good thing for him.

Moreover, the devouring effect is that of the Five Tigers and Sheep Swords, and the swordsmanship has reached the entry-level level.

For him, this was like timely help.

Although it is only an entry-level realm, if you can really reach it, it will be more than enough to be promoted to an apprentice.

Duan Rong was overjoyed.

"Swallow!"

(End of this chapter)