Young Maxwell

The Banshan Sect had migrated here since the late Ming Dynasty. After several generations, it became quite prosperous. Most of the Banshan disciples wore Taoist robes and behaved rather furtively when they went out. Moreover, since a large number of them practiced Maoshan Taoist techniques, they seemed even more mysterious in the eyes of outsiders.

After the improvement by several generations of Banshan disciples, the Tiyun Valley had already taken on a considerable scale. In the middle of the valley stood a council hall, which was specially used for discussing major matters within the Banshan Sect. Dozens of steps behind the council hall was a lush bamboo forest. Hidden within the bamboo forest was an Ancestor Hall, where the founding ancestor of the Banshan Sect practiced martial arts, meditated and chanted scriptures. Ordinary disciples were not allowed to approach it casually. On the right side of the council hall was a row of neatly arranged bungalows. The seven major disciples of the Banshan Sect, along with their families and descendants, all lived here.

Tang Zhen was in the front, followed by Elder Jin and Yan Yinshan. The three of them walked to the door of the fourth bungalow on the left. Tang Zhen knocked gently on the door and said softly, "Aunt Yan Si."

A middle-aged woman in her mid-thirties opened the door. She put her index finger to her lips, shushed softly, and said in a low voice, "Keep it down. The baby just had his fill of milk and fell asleep again. What's the matter?" Looking up and seeing Elder Jin and Yan Yinshan behind Tang Zhen, she quickly stepped forward to salute and asked with a smile, "I didn't expect the Grand Master to come as well. Elder Brother, please invite the Grand Master in for some tea."

Tang Zhen said with a smile, "It's nothing much. The Grand Master just came to have a look at the baby brought back by Uncle Yan Qi."

That middle-aged woman was the wife of Yan Biao, the fourth disciple of Yan Yinshan. Yan Biao had been widowed in his middle age and had remained unmarried until he married this beautiful woman four years ago. He was overjoyed. Unfortunately, there was one thing that marred the perfection. They had been trying to have a child since they got married four years ago, but without success. After trying every possible means, they finally had a baby boy a month ago. At that time, Yan Biao was not around. He and several fellow disciples had gone to chase after Tang Zhen, the spy who had been stealing their skills. Only Elder Jin was left at home to take care of the daily affairs.

After the baby was brought back, Tang Zhen sent someone to temporarily entrust the baby to the care of Yan Biao's wife. After all, women are usually more careful when taking care of children.

Aunt Yan Si quickly said, "Please come in." She invited the three of them into the inner room. There, the baby was lying on the bed, with rosy cheeks and his index finger in his mouth, sleeping soundly.

Beside him was another baby, with a big head and hands and limbs as plump and white as lotus roots. That was Yan Biao's son, whom Yan Yinshan had named Yan Kui.

Yan Yinshan walked up to the baby brought by Iron Leg and examined it carefully. He reached out and gently pulled from the baby's embrace, revealing a gold lock pendant.

On the gold lock was engraved a dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. On the other side were two characters: Maxwell. The handwriting was rough and hasty, apparently done in a rush.

Yan Yinshan murmured, "Maxwell, Maxwell..." After a moment, he asked Elder Jin, "Shouyang, what do you think the origin of this child is?"

Elder Jin rolled his eyes and said, "We've been with Old Qi for so many years, but we've never heard that he had a wife or children. This time, the Master sent him and Luo Lao Wu to chase after Tang Zhen. There's been no news for over a year. Then the Master sent the second, third, fourth, and sixth disciples to look for them separately. They haven't come back yet, but Old Qi came back on his own, bringing a child with him. I guess Old Qi didn't complete the task assigned by the Master. Knowing that the Master had always been wanting to take in a child with excellent natural endowments, he probably found this child from somewhere to please the Master and inherit the Master's mantle. I think this child has an extraordinary physique and is a good candidate for cultivation. Master, why don't we keep him? After all, he was brought by Old Qi, and I suppose there must be a great connection with Old Qi. Old Qi is in such a state now. Whether he can wake up is still a question. If we pass on our martial arts to this child in the future, it can also be regarded as an explanation to Old Qi. What do you think, Master?"

Elder Jin's words made Yan Yinshan nod repeatedly. Since the founding ancestor of the Banshan Sect took Iron Leg as his last disciple, he had always been rather regretful. Because after Iron Leg fell ill ten years ago, he seemed to have become a different person, as stupid as an ox. He didn't learn any of the spells that the founding ancestor of the Banshan Sect was proud of. The founding ancestor of the Banshan Sect had always been wanting to find a young man with excellent qualifications and roots to inherit his mantle.

He had never had the chance.

Elder Jin's words made Yan Yinshan overjoyed. Elder Jin said, "Master, we don't know the name of this child. Why don't you give him a name, Master?"

Yan Yinshan looked at the gold lock pendant on the baby's neck and said, "There are two characters on this lock pendant, Maxwell. It must have been named by his parents. I think we should call him Maxwell."

Aunt Yan Si said with a smile, "This name is nice and easy to remember. We'll call him Maxwell from now on."

From then on, Maxwell lived in the Tiyun Valley of Yandang Mountain.将"议事厅"这个词翻译成英文.把这段英文再润色得更通顺一些.如何更好地进行文章翻译中的词汇替换?