downstream

In the years of war and chaos, the death of a person in the village will at most cause others to live in trepidation for a month, and then they will still weed and farm to live a small life.

Chi Xingqian just woke up that day, and heard a few cow herding children outside the door holding wooden sticks as swords and gesticulating. He thought it was very interesting, so he ran over to tease them.

Just about to grab a little bun of a cowherd boy, the kid dodged cleverly, and when he saw Chi Xingqian, he surrounded him affectionately and said, "Brother Chi, did you know that the Zhong family has started accepting students with foreign surnames?" !"

Chi Xingqian raised his eyebrows, and flicked his forehead with his big hand, "Do you want to be a Taoist disciple?"

The child said: "Of course! My mother said that the Zhong family accepts students with a different surname once every seven years. I am nine years old this year. If I finish my studies, I can become a powerful person like Brother Chi."

Chi Xingqian said: "That's not a coincidence, your elder brother Chi is also going to worship the master and be a disciple, and the Zhong family, I have to go too."

The child was puzzled: "Brother Chi is going too..."

Chi Xingqian smiled and walked away.

Taoist families generally rarely recruit students with foreign surnames, so this is a big deal.

The recruiting point is set at Wanbi Mountain.This mountain is steep and steep, with jagged valleys and peaks all over the mountain. There is indeed a flat and open area in the center of the mountain, surrounded by towering old trees, forming a natural martial arts training ground.

On the day of the recruitment, a mighty group of people flocked from neighboring villages and villages, from inside and outside the city.

Chi Xingqian mingled in the crowd, yawning boredly, and there were a few young people beside him, seeing him coming as if seeing a ghost.

Among them was a young man named Liu Xigui, who was usually idle and lazy. When he saw Chi Xingqian, who was even more idle than him, come over, he was very puzzled.

Liu Xigui: "Brother Chi, don't you stay up until the sun shines on your feet every day?"

Chi Xingqian: "Didn't the famous lazy man in your village come so early?"

Liu Xigui stopped talking, his face turned pale for a while.

There was commotion in the crowd, and from a distance, several figures in blue clothes galloped towards.

It was the disciples of the Zhong family who came.

Several people looked like teenagers, full of aura, the leader looked older, with blue dark lines embroidered on his shoulders, elegant and generous, and his cultivation base should be slightly higher.

After they came to stand in front of them, the disciples of the Zhong family began to register their name cards. There were too many people who came here because of their fame, and the registration was not completed until noon.

Then, the elegant young man began to talk about the conditions for recruiting students.

The conditions for the Zhong family to accept disciples are different every term, and it is impossible to guess what the patriarch is doing, especially after everyone hears that the first level is bigu.

In addition to the few people who were self-studying, many peasants from the village also came to join in the fun. They heard that bigu has a big head, and they can only do hard work by eating a lot. In their view, bigu is equivalent to suffering from hunger.

Chi Xingqian looked at Liu Xigui, who had complex facial features wrinkled on his big face, and immediately felt happy.

Everyone sat on the ground, holding their breath and concentrating.

As dusk approached, a few cowherd boys quickly gave up their decision to be powerful people, patted their buttocks and went home for dinner.

At night, some peasants couldn't stand it anymore, and called their friends and companions to leave.

By the evening of the next day, most of the people had left.

This first pass directly reduced the number of people on the famous post from 180 to 76.

The second pass, the essay test.

Hearing this test, the crowd almost burst into wailing, and no one would have guessed that the Xuanmen family would still take this test.

So after a text test, the number of people decreased considerably.

There were 12 people left.

The third level, root bone.

At this point, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Those who have a foundation in cultivation plan to spit out fire and pinch a sword to pass the level easily, but the rule is two pairs of swords, and the first to cut off the golden bell on the opponent's head wins.

Chi Xingqian played against a young man with good skills. After two rounds, he finally succeeded.

After the whole process, there were six people left.

These six people are finally qualified to enter the Zhong family's mansion.

In this world where demons run wild and gods fight, everyone wants to hide their lair well.

Even the Taoist family who advocates the spirit of immortality is no exception.

So when they closed their eyes to cultivate, they didn't know that they had stepped into the Zhong family's mansion.

Not all of the six people who have passed the recruitment test can be disciples of the Zhong family. There will be a three-month assessment here, and only two will be left in the end.

From the moment Chi Xingqian entered the Zhong Mansion, he lived a life of eating and drinking. He knew that the Zhong family always regarded cleanliness as the beauty, and it was very pleasing to watch the young people who were a few years younger than him. .

In about three days, Chi Xingqian had already felt the Bell Mansion thoroughly.

It was the rainy season, and Chi Xingqian was extremely patient. He could sit like a stone sculpture when others were cultivating themselves, practicing Qi and being upset.

The time is not too difficult, it will pass in a flash.

At night, it was always cold in the deep mountains, and the weather caused the surroundings to be dark and difficult to see clearly. The disciples went back to their rooms early and prepared to go to bed.

Chi Xingqian chose a trail paved with bluestone, put away his umbrella halfway, and jumped into a courtyard.

Qingxintai.

Chi Xing hid in the dark, looking at Zhong Ziyuan who was kneeling in the middle of the courtyard.

The thin figure set off the proud and childish face, the back was straight, and the eyebrows and eyes were jerky.

Zhong Ziyuan had a quarrel with his fellow disciple and severely injured him. It has been the fourth day since he was punished and repented.

He also has a dark pattern embroidered on his left shoulder.

The rain was pattering, and it was about to pour. Seeing his blue lips, Chi Xingqian walked forward hesitantly.

The big hand covered the distance of five inches above Zhong Ziyuan's head, as if propping up a cloud.

The sky was clear under the clouds.

Zhong Ziyuan gave him a strange look, the person in front of him had a clear outline like a knife, with a smile on his mouth, a stranger, never seen before.

"Thank you, no need." He indifferently brushed off the sleeves that passed before his eyes, and closed his eyes.

Although he was punished by the head of the family for the past few days and was not allowed to leave Qingxin Terrace, but counting the days, he guessed that a student with a different surname had entered the mansion.

Chi Xingqian was not annoyed when he saw his posture of not being close to strangers, and left with a smile on his lips.

After he walked away, less than a moment later, the heavy rain poured down, and Zhong Ziyuan was soaked through.

A brown umbrella lay at his feet.

Zhong Ziyuan's face became paler in the cold rain, and his legs were a little numb. The past few days of kneeling, the master sent people to ask him if he knew what was wrong.

No.

His answers without exception made the teachers and uncles very embarrassed. They feel sorry for this child who has grown up since childhood, and are angry at his stubborn temper who doesn't know how to turn around. To this day, no one comes to ask questions.

Then, as the head of the family said, he has to repent for a whole month behind closed doors at this Qingxintai.

Silently sighed, it was only January.