The years when I explored the fairyland

Time flies by, and in the blink of an eye, it has been a month.

The day when Xuanzhen Temple opened its gates and accepted disciples finally arrived, and on this day, Baisha City was too lively.

…

In a dilapidated courtyard in the east of Baisha City.

“Ergou, Ergou, let’s go begging.

It’s very lively outside today, we will definitely be able to get more food, and maybe some kind people will give us a few copper coins.”

The speaker was a sloppy beggar, about forty years old, but he lost his right leg and his left hand.

He moved by holding a cane under his armpit, and every time he walked, he jumped and hopped, which looked extremely difficult.

This person actually had a good family background before, but after the Wenxiang Temple and the Yunya Sword School went to war in Baisha City, he was one of the unlucky ones.

I don’t know which master cut a sword energy, which collapsed his house and almost buried his family.

He was the only one left, and his arms and legs were also broken. Later, they became necrotic, so they had to be cut off.

He was not an isolated case in that war. It can only be said that he was born optimistic and did not complain even if he was disabled.

However, when he knocked on the door, he was stunned.

"Ergou, what are you doing? What is this?"

Today, Ergou took off his beggar's clothes and changed into a blue suit. Although it was washed white, it was clean and tidy.

The ashes on his face were also washed away, revealing a pretty face, but the frost on his face could not be covered.

And when he walked, he limped, as if one of his legs was weak.

Ergou smiled at the young man and said, "Today, I'm going to Xuanzhen Temple to attend the ceremony, so I have to dress better."

"Attend the ceremony? You?"

The disabled middle-aged man was a little amused: "Ergou, Ergou, I know you are arrogant, but that is the Xuanzhen Temple's disciple-recruiting ceremony?

At our age and status, do you think it's appropriate to go?"

"Others are not suitable, but I can go, so it must be okay."

As he said this, the young man named Ergou had already stepped forward. Although his speed was not fast and he seemed a little lame, he walked very steadily step by step.

"Yes, my name is not Ergou, my last name is Gu, and my name is Gu Pingchuan."

"Once, someone promised me that as long as I can come to Baisha City and wait for Xuanzhen Temple to open its doors to accept disciples, I will be allowed to enter, a chance!"

The disabled middle-aged man grabbed Gu Pingchuan and asked, "Who? Who is so powerful that he actually promised you a place as a disciple?

I am also a well-informed person in Baisha City, how come I don't know who has the ability to go through the back door to the temple master?

Ergou, don't be fooled by others, right?"

Ergou smiled and said, "No, no, because the person who promised me is the master Chu!"

As he said this, he had already walked out of the courtyard gate and went to Xuanzhen Temple in the north of the city, leaving the disabled middle-aged man with a look of disbelief.

However, Gu Pingchuan, who had left, suddenly popped up again and said, "Big Dog, thank you for taking care of me during this period. You should live well first.

When I enter Xuanzhen Temple, I will arrange a place for you to live when I come back. Remember!"

"Oh, OK!"

Er Gou left again, but the disabled middle-aged man was stunned for a long time, and suddenly shouted, "Then you must come back to find me!"

"I will!"

Er Gou, whose original name was Gu Pingchuan, was the young master of Xiangyun Hall in Hongtu City. He exchanged his life and a promise with a copy of "Xiangyun Collection" and meteorite iron from outer space.

But the test Chu Zhou gave him was to let him walk to Baisha City by himself.

So, after entering Anyue City with Chu Zhou, he immediately left the team and begged all the way, almost step by step, and walked back to Hongtu City, Sanhe Town, and Baisha City.

Along the way, it is hard to imagine how he, who was once spoiled, came here?

He wanted to avoid the pursuit of the Foundry Gate and the Iron Horse Hall, he wanted to beg for food, he wanted to avoid disasters, he wanted to measure the distance with his footsteps, he wanted to fight against his own weakness while walking.

It was an experience that was almost like hell, but he came through it, step by step to this Baisha City.

He could have gone to the dock, the construction site, the restaurant, and the hotel. Although his legs and feet were left with sequelae, he could still find a job.

But he didn't, still to avoid the possible pursuit of the Iron Horse Hall and the Foundry Gate, he still mixed among the most humble beggars, just to wait for this day.

Then, today, he waited!

…

On the road, pedestrians rushed to Xuanzhen Temple like a tide, and the road was already full. It was so crowded that there was really no end in sight.

Almost everyone was a combination of parents with children, some with one, some with three or five, most of them were in their teens, with hope in their eyes.

In the middle of the road, a carriage was moving forward with the crowd, followed by many people carrying boxes.

In the carriage, sitting in the middle was an old man with white hair and beard. Although he was very old, his muscles were full and his skin was still shiny.

It was the old master Zhan of the Zhan family.

At first, it was him who wanted to send the family disciples to Xuanzhen Temple. He felt that as long as they got on this ship, the family would have a chance to prosper.

But who would have thought that this "ship" would grow so fast that he had not reacted yet, and it had already attracted too many people's attention.

Then, there is now, so many people are rushing in, but Xuanzhen Temple only needs 300 outer disciples.

I also don’t know how Xuanzhenguan selects its disciples and what are its requirements?

With his thoughts at this point, he opened his eyes slightly and saw that there were more than five young people of all sizes crammed into the carriage.

"You guys must behave well!"

"Yes, ancestor, don't worry!"

…

Baisha City,

Inside the government office.

Gu Xianming, the chief bookkeeper, complained: "Zhao Yuanwai, Zhao Yuanwai, why are you here so late?"

"Sorry, sorry, it took a long time, I'm so sorry!"

The county magistrate, Zhao Yuanwai, ran forward huffing and puffing. After stopping, he even supported the chief clerk, Gu Xianming, to stand firm.

"Who knew there were so many people outside? I also miscalculated, miscalculated!"

Gu Xianming didn't mind supporting him. He just looked at the two teenagers following him and asked, "Who are these two?"

"Oh, the godson I just recognized is going to be sent to Xuanzhen Temple. Let's see if the temple owner is willing to give them a little face and teach them martial arts."

"Godson?"

Gu Xianming's voice became three points sharper, and he said: "Mr. Zhao, you have gone too far. Is there anyone else who recognizes his son?

If this person really enters Xuanzhen Temple, should we send our children to Xuanzhen Temple to learn martial arts? Or will Xuanzhen Guan help you cultivate masters?

Is this too much? "

"Did the temple master say no? If the temple master didn't say no, it means it's OK. I sent two fake men to learn martial arts. What's wrong?

Moreover, I brought a generous apprenticeship gift. "

Member Zhao stood up straight, looked at Gu Xianming sideways, and asked, "Don't tell me, are you not prepared?"

Gu Xianming grinned and said, "Of course, I just didn't expect that I could play like this?"

Zhao Yuanwai asked: "I remember your child is not very old, right? Isn't he old enough?"

"So I picked a few from my uncle's house. I just hope that they can be more powerful, so that they don't all get wiped out!"

"How many? How many can you say?"

Zhao Yuanwai grasped the key point and asked: "How many specifically?"

"Five!"

"Five? Why so many? You are still talking about me, no, are you qualified to talk about me?"

Gu Xianming was a little embarrassed: "I am thinking more, the greater the chance, and the temple owner didn't say not to have more!"

"You are crueler than me!"

"What are you talking about, talking so passionately?"

The county captain Wang Fugui stepped in. He was even more exaggerated. Behind him came a crowd of more than a dozen and a half young men, all dressed in fine clothes, with a bit of military aura in his steps.

Zhao Yuanwai and Gu Xianming looked at each other and said almost in unison: "County Lieutenant, you won't be going to all the others, right?"

"Of course it is. If there are dates or not, it will be a hit. Go ahead and talk about it later. The worst thing is that you will just brush it off. It doesn't matter!"

He took it for granted. When the county magistrate Zhao Yuanwai looked at the two men behind him, he felt that it was not good.

"Yes, we have been here for so long, why hasn't the county magistrate shown up yet?"

"That's right. It's been so long. It won't be good if it's too late."

They were still struggling here. On the side, the policeman on guard spoke and asked, "Are you gentlemen waiting for the county magistrate?"

"Do you know the news?"

"The Lord County Lord set out before dawn and took all the scribes in the government office with him.

Now, I guess I have already reached Xuanzhen Temple. "

"Ha ha……"

This time, an idea popped into the minds of the three of them. The county magistrate, who has no martial ethics, actually left so early?

"What about now?"

"Nonsense, let's go, quickly, quickly!"

…

Xuanzhen concept,

It was already a busy time.

It cannot be said that Xuanzhenguan was not prepared. In fact, within this month, Fan Zhong and the others were almost too busy to touch the ground.

On the one hand, they have to select personnel, arrange food and accommodation, and ensure that the three hundred outer disciples in the future will have a place to live, food, bathrooms to wash, classrooms to study literature, and a square to practice martial arts...

All these require not only preparation, but also complete planning and design.

Even though plans had been made before for the expansion of Xuanzhen Temple, when it came time to come, there was still a shortage here and a shortage there.

On the other hand, the reception, recording, screening, and rating of today's visitors must be done well. What is directly facing is the future of the outer disciples, and they must be extremely cautious.

Therefore, in the entire Xuanzhen Temple, except for the old Taoist Qingjing who dealt specifically with the corpse of the adder, no one else escaped.

In fact, all the tenants, shopkeepers, and waiters in all the fields, shops, and merchants under Xuanzhen Guan's command have been promoted to young men.

Even if they are useless, they can still put on Xuanzhenguan's clothes and maintain order.

Wei Jinkui was in charge of external affairs, Xu Cheng and the other four were each responsible for their own affairs, and Fan Zhong was in the middle of the arrangement. That was really using everything that could be used.

But even so, there were too many people coming, too many to imagine.

…

The top of Pine Peak Mountain.

Chu Zhou looked at the dark crowd below, like ants, and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

But he still turned around, looked at Ji Mingqian who was "laughing" at the side, and said: "This time, thanks to the help of the county magistrate. If it weren't for those scribes you brought, my place would be overcrowded."

Ji Mingqian was not modest, he just looked down and said with emotion: "Master, this is the most lively scene in Baisha County. I just hope that there will be such a day every year in the future."

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