"What the hell, you went out and just collected them for me?"

Zhang Sanfeng glared at Yang Gui, "Can someone with parents be admitted into my Wudang? He broke the rules!"

"Who said that this child should be taken in? Zhang Jing's parents would have been gone if he didn't take him in." Yang Gui responded eloquently. Even if Zhang Sanfeng really wanted to turn Wudang Mountain into an orphanage, he would have said something.

"Two old gods, don't argue, don't argue, I won't go, I won't go."

Zhang Jing was startled, and quickly knelt down and said: "Young man's life is pretty good. The produce from the two acres of Susukino fields at home is enough to support both of us. In a few years, I plan to find a wife for Tiedan. If she can

It would be nice if my old Zhang family had a queen."

"Get up, the first rule of the Wudang Clan is, don't kneel down unless it's something serious."

Yang Gui stretched out his hand to support him and said: "If you want your daughter-in-law, let him find it by himself. We are old gods, not Yue Lao gods. Oh, by the way, you can kowtow to him. You still have to kneel down to become a master. Come on, call me master."

"

"Ah this..."

Zhang Jing hesitated for a moment, and finally his heart changed. He knelt down with a bang, kowtowed to Zhang Sanfeng "Bang Bang" and shouted: "Master, Master, please accept me as a disciple!"

"Oh, that's all." Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhang Jing and said, "You have a good temperament and a bit of quick wit. It's not impossible to accept you. I am the founder of Wudang, so you don't need to worship anyone else. I also have a surname as my teacher.

Zhang, the Taoist name is Sanfeng, remember it."

In a blink of an eye, one year has passed, and we in the Central Plains region have all gone out.

"Oh you..." The woman carrying the knife became furious and reached out to grab the knife.

In the northwest border area, the folk customs are fierce, and they often start small fights when they agree with each other, and Da Qi is also crazy about it. Relying on the cover of Hanhaitang, a snake sect with no local leader, Da Qi has always only given money and face, and threatens with a knife.

Got me.

A year has passed, and Yang Gui is still not very colorless. Although there is still a bit of rusticity in his features, he does not look like a rustic farm boy, but when he is doing things, he still has a bit of a famous family.

of organization.

That day, I finally arrived at the western border of the border fortress, and after passing the small town "Hanxi City" behind it, I officially left the Central Plains and retreated into the border area of ​​the Western Region. Going further to the northwest, there is no end of the desert.

It's wild.

As expected, the money worked wonders, and within a short time, the table was full of dishes.

"I know." Zhang Jing smiled. After so long, he finally met a character in the main story, "Hey, Yiyi Xian!"

"Tsk." The senior also sneered, turned around and continued running around the hall, muttering: "What are you pretending to be like a young master if you are a rich scholar?"

"You..." Daqi was about to retort when he suddenly heard the sound of "tuk-tuk". Everyone looked towards the stairs. A middle-aged fortune teller, leading a big girl, was coming down with a flag.

There are seven small words written below: "The Immortal Guides the Way".

So along the way, Qian Yudong taught Qian Yu his insights and Eight Views, and Qian Yu taught Yang Gui's exercises and moves.

"Ah? Stop it, uncle!" Yang Gui wailed happily.

"Da Qi, what do you mean!" A woman carrying a knife on her back slapped the table and shouted angrily, "We were here first, but he gave us some food first, does he think he is the young master?"

In an instant, the eight people who were sitting under the table all followed me out. Only the middle-aged fortune teller was still sitting nearby, eating the food with his hands, and shouting to the stairs, "Hey, they paid."

Do you have money?"

Qian Yudong could refuse Qian Yu's recommendation and accept that disciple because both of us had explored Yang Gui's "god". Qian Yu's nature is definitely good, but being good may not necessarily mean that we can get along well together.

"Most of them belong to him. You...does he still know?" The young man in gray said his identity, his voice drifting up, making it impossible to hear him clearly.

But there is a way, and I really can't stop it very much.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes flickered as he spoke. I thought of Zhang Cuishan, who was a young man later, and also of Yang Guo, who asked Zhang Jing after his death. I sighed and said, "Let him pack up and go with you first, and you will follow my path."

Please teach me quickly."

"Back to Master, my disciple is not seventy this year."

"Okay! Gentlemen, please do me a favor!" When Da Qi saw the ingot of silver, he was more respectful than when he saw his own father. A chrysanthemum bloomed under his face, and he happily ran up to make arrangements.

"Not yet." Yang Gui was too vague about what it means to pass the exam. He wanted to go through it again in his life.

"Old Qi, what are you doing?" A thin and strong young man in gray clothes next to him grabbed the wrist of the woman carrying the knife. Although my voice was strong, my tone was gentler. In my gaze, the woman carrying the knife was so talented.

He let go of his hand and hummed: "They have an advantage today."

"His question went beyond the syllabus. Is that the scope of first grade?" He had to be his own master. Zhang Sanfeng stood by and told his apprentice that it was a fair answer.

"yes."

"How much more?" the middle-aged fortune teller asked eagerly.

The bad thing is that although Yang Gui is seventy-seven years old, what knowledge does he have? Since he can remember, he has not been plowing the fields honestly, getting a wife to marry, giving birth to a son, and then getting a wife for his son to get married, and giving birth to a son.

To continue the Zhang family's incense, that's all.

Yang Gui smiled awkwardly and answered. Along the way, I was still unfamiliar with the mental state of that uncle.

"Eating, eating is fine, but you have to do something else, huh!" Daqi glared at a few people angrily, turned around and walked up.

"Damn it, young master, where is that place? How did a liar like him get here?" Da Qi was furious. He pointed at the middle-aged fortune teller and cursed: "Get out of here!"

Of course Zhang Jing was also happy to reshape the Eight Views with a middle-aged woman, teasing Zhang Xue along the way. Qian Yu’s Eight Views were crooked, but Zhang Xue, who was only one year old, was studying with such a lunatic every day.

, Qian Yudong dares to think about what will happen in the future.

That can definitely be messed up. Zhang Sanfeng cannot teach Yang Gui to practice, but I will definitely allow Zhang Jing to interfere with Yang Gui's Eight Views. I hope that I will only accept one disciple and let Zhang Jing ruin it.

"Damn you!" The woman carrying the knife finally held back. She pulled the knife out from her back with a loud cry, pointed at Da Qi and cursed: "Does he want to die?"

Zhang Jing and Zhang Sanfeng came here to go up the mountain to recruit disciples. Not only did they walk, they even walked as fast as special mortal old men.

"Da Qi, it's over." The young man in gray clothes couldn't help but stood up, stared at Da Qi and said: "It's just a meal, and you are bringing it out of Hanhai Hall to scare the guests?"

"You're still from Taiyuan." Qian Yu slapped Yang Gui on the head, "That's what he saw? Do you think he passed the exam?"

"Ojing, give him a test question. Look at the identities of the first two groups of people behind the table." Qian Yure asked quietly.

Although I am alone at the moment, the disciples I have taught are, from the looks of their movements, the talents that a big family can teach. Along the way, everyone who has come into contact with Yang Gui thinks that I am a disciple of a famous family like Qingyun Clan.

, except for myself, I was stupid enough to take it for granted.

"The folk customs in the northwest are fierce." The middle-aged fortune teller pulled the child to sit down, stretched out his hand to grab something off the plate to eat, and after eating, he grabbed a handful of vegetables and put the sticky paste on the older girl's face, "I'm hungry.

I'm going to kill you. Son, come and eat."

Even if I have a life, I am afraid of others.

"Shall we retreat?" Zhang Jing imitated Yang Gui's tone and repeated it, curling his lips and saying with disdain: "You said that the disciples from his fourth sect, Lao Wang, are the same as Yu Lianzhou and others? Look,

He's only over 70 years old, he looks like an old man."

Qian Yudong had the right idea and took Yang Gui down the road.

What's more, Qingyun Mountain is so close that we all recognized the danger. Therefore, Qian Yu judged that the two people who could drink Qingyun Mountain's spiritual tea must be true gods.

Yang Gui is young and his bones are fixed. That’s a problem. In the world of martial arts, we don’t have the "Easy Muscles and Forged Bones" to change people’s martial arts qualifications, let alone experienced so few worlds and taught so few times.

, we don’t have a mature and complete method for changing qualifications.

"Okay, let's meet at the west gate of the city tonight at the end of the year." The middle-aged fortune teller nodded.

Yang Gui came back from the city gate and saluted slightly, "Master, this is Hanxi City behind you, the first small city in the Central Plains. At this time of the off-season, the inns and restaurants in the city are not so poor. Shall we retreat?"

"You see, I don't have the aura of Qingyun Taoism under me, but I am very similar to the Qingyun Sect group. Does he know that person?"

"Hey." The young man in gray stretched out his hand to stop him, "That's your friend. Why, they can even eat in their restaurant?"

What really worries Zhang Sanfeng is that young people have stereotypes about their eight views.

"That..." Yang Gui stared at the important point for a long time, and said with a sad face: "Uncle, you see, we are special people."

"Tiedan, don't make trouble." Yang Gui scolded him and then said: "What kind of knowledge does my disciple have? Please ask master and uncle to give your son a nickname."

Yang Gui recalled the young man in gray and the others, and said hesitantly: "Our eyes are very indifferent, and we don't seem to take human life seriously. You see, we should kill people often."

"The Demon Cult is just the Demon Cult, and it's still a legend." Zhang Jing shook his head and smiled, "He has passed the test, but what does he think of this middle-aged fortune teller?"

My cerebellum was spinning, and I said calmly: "Yes, Hanhaitang is a local spiritual sect, we don't pay attention at all, and since this place is located in the west, it should be a member of the legendary demon sect!"

"Old turtle!" Zhang Sanfeng was very satisfied with Zhang Jing's random naming of his disciples and grandsons, but Qian Yuzao was standing nearby and nodded, "Zhang Xuebei, Zhang Xuebei, let your son learn some knowledge."

Zhang Sanfeng saw me kowtow a few times and shouted: "Stop it. There are few rules in your Wudang sect, but there are no rules at all. You have to follow the right path. Except for committing crimes, killing innocent people indiscriminately, and bullying good people, the rest are

No matter what he does, Master can protect him no matter what he does."

"Uncle Taishi, you are one year old!" Tiedan shouted from the side.

"yes!"

"Old Zhou, please don't make him so dirty, okay?" The young man in gray frowned and said, "There is no business to come to him for."

Just like Master Miejie, you are not a good person, but Zhang Sanfeng will definitely accept you as his disciple.

"It's a deal." The young man in gray glanced at the middle-aged fortune teller, then took the lead and walked up, "Let's go."

"Oh, big brother, it's bad to be so angry. Look at his hallmarks turning white and his brows clear. There will definitely be no bloody disaster within eight days." The middle-aged fortune teller said with a smile: "If you want to find someone,

Can I give him a break?"
To be continued...