The ghost door is open, and the money comes from it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seeing the big characters on the red silk, Xu Yan immediately remembered that Wang Bazhi had said that it was time for the Ghost King Sect to accept disciples in the past few days, and he didn't know what the rules were for other sects to recruit disciples, anyway, the Ghost King Sect was the most simple and direct.

Fifty-two one, Tong Su is not bullied!

The wooden platform was surrounded by disciples of the Ghost King Sect, and there were several leaders who were obviously not low-ranking sitting on high chairs, sipping good tea, full of style, and it was said that there were several hall masters sitting in town.

There are also a lot of onlookers, and the entire bustling North Street is basically empty, all of them gather around the wooden platform built by the Ghost King Gate to watch the excitement, and there are many people in the crowd who are holding silver and are ready to sign up to worship the Ghost King Gate.

The excitement naturally has to be seen, Xu Yan stepped forward with great interest, and at this time, he heard a burst of gongs and drums roaring, and a flame erupted from the mouth of the ghost face on the wooden platform, which shocked people to hula and retreat.

When the flames were rising, some disciples of the Ghost King Sect shouted: "Enter my Ghost King Gate, the congenital is close to the front, practice my Ghost Gate skills, and become an immortal in the clouds early!" The ghost door is open, the ghost door is open!! ”

The one who shouted was really hard enough, and his voice was about to burst, and there were also cheers below, and a group of men with silver hurriedly squeezed forward, and those who paid the money paid and those who drew the money paid the money.

If you want to enter the Ghost King Gate, it's simple, fifty taels of silver and a handprint, and that's it, and then go to the side to receive the exercises, and then get a hand card engraved with a ghost face, and then you can go home.

No one cares if he comes to serve in the Ghost King Sect, as long as he can afford to pay a fixed fifty taels of silver every year, he will always be a disciple of the Ghost King Gate.

After watching the excitement on the side, Xu Yan finally understood the rules of the Ghost King Gate for accepting people.

Those who pay a fixed amount of money every year are actually lay disciples, and they don't need to go to the Ghost King Sect to serve at all, as long as they pay the money, they will give you exercises, and they are not allowed to spread it outside, just like Wang Bazhi.

There is also a kind of official disciple, who needs to serve in the sect after paying the money, and will be assigned to each hall to obey orders, and if there is a task, he will follow, as for cutting people or killing demons, it is unknown, but the disciples who follow the hall do not need to pay money every year.

Also, my life has been sold to you Ghost King Gate, and if you still need money, it will be too unrighteous, and the evil faction must also have the face of the evil faction.

Fifty taels a year, this transaction is not expensive.

Xu Yan smirked in the crowd, he had twenty taels of silver a day, and he could afford fifty taels a year.

Xu Yan didn't have much interest in the Ghost King Gate, he just wanted to take a look at the seven-star swordsmanship.

After all, it is a martial artist who uses the exercises to practice kung fu, and it is stronger than slashing and stabbing in uselessness, and he has lived in Fengshan City for almost a year, Xu Yan has been helping in the Qinglou, not only has he been in contact with high-rollers and big businessmen, but also has been in contact with many people in the rivers and lakes, and he gradually learned a news, that is, the six veins, which need exercises to rush away.

In fact, the six veins not only use the method to break away, it is said that some Confucianism can even impact the veins with the spirit of the text, to the point that the six veins are fully open, in addition to the Confucian, there are even painters and even violinists have rumors that they have broken through the veins, which shows that the way of martial arts is not the only way to break through the six veins.

Compared with martial arts, literati and scholars, qin, chess, calligraphy and painting are more difficult for many ordinary people, after all, the kung fu on the sword is the best to practice, and it is also the easiest to practice.

took out fifty taels of silver, Xu Yan waited in the crowd, preparing to register for a while, fifty taels in exchange for an exercise, it is indeed not expensive.

Since he can become a disciple of the Ghost King Sect by sitting at home, Xu Yan would not really go to those halls to serve his life, otherwise he would rather not have the so-called seven-star sword technique.

The number of people who signed up increased, not only the people of Fengshan City, but also some people who came from other places, and the scene was lively for a while.

It is a habit of Xu Yan to smirk at the thought of taking advantage, but his habit is easy to be misunderstood by others, and sometimes it is annoying, no, the boy who stood in front of Xu Yan obviously frowned, but the eyebrows were narrow and thin, looking like willow leaves.

Xu Yan couldn't see the change in the expression of the person in front of him, but he smelled a dark fragrance.

I sniffed it for a long time, and finally confirmed that the good smell of flowers came from the boy in front of me.

"It's so fragrant......"

Xu Yan couldn't help but mutter, in fact, the fragrance of flowers was very light, and it was easy to hold Xu Yan's nose, especially the fragrance of the thousand knots, which was the most familiar to Xu Yan and his favorite.

The backyard of Chengyunguan is full of thousand-knotted flowers, the rhizomes of this flower are all small sections, just like bamboo knots, and the flowering period is very short, only less than half a month, but it can open in all seasons, as long as it sprouts, regardless of winter and summer, the thousand knots will bloom light blue small flowers, with a gentle fragrance in the bamboo forest after the rain.

The old Taoist priest once said that the Thousand Sections of Flowers, also known as the Thousand Tribulation Flowers, this kind of flowers will go through a thousand calamities to give birth to roots and shoots in the ground, once they grow, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, they will inevitably break the ground and bloom, even if they will be completely frozen to death after blooming, they must leave their own beauty in the world.

The elegance and strength of the millennial flower is Xu Yan's favorite place, but he didn't expect to be far away from his homeland, and in Fengdu, Qi country, he actually smelled the fragrance of the millennial flower.

Few people make millennial flowers into spices, Xu Yan looked at the person in front of him curiously, he could only see the back, a little thin, should be about the same age as him, his black hair was tied behind his back, he looked like a young master of a family, but the neck was too fair and delicate.

"What are you doing!"

The one in front turned his head angrily, his tone was not good, no wonder people were angry, Xu Yan was about to stick to the back of people's heads, staring at people's necks and smelling them, and everyone was going to be angry.

"Just look at it, look at it."

Xu Yan smirked, hugged his fists and said, "Brother Tai also wants to join the Ghost King Gate?" ”

After living in the Qinglou for almost a year, Xu Yan finally won't see anyone talking about compassion, as long as he doesn't wear a Taoist robe, he won't make a Taoist move, because doing so will be considered a child with mental problems.

Who's young man in a brocade robe, when he sees people, still laughs about compassion.

The young man in front of Xu Yan who turned his face not only smelled good, but also looked even more handsome, with willow eyebrows, red phoenix eyes, and a melon seed face, his face was white and flawless, just like a freshly peeled egg, but his eyebrows were slight, and he actually had a posture of not being angry and arrogant at a young age.

was originally a handsome young man, but he was not handsome when he opened his mouth, glared at Xu Yan angrily for a moment, and the young man opened his silver teeth and scolded in a low voice: "Add you a big-headed ghost!" ”

Xu Yan, who was scratching his head, watched the other party leave from the crowd, and said in his heart, do you need to scold, she is quite a handsome child, why is she not educated?

Remembering that he was a little fascinated by the familiar smell just now, as if he was too close to someone's house, Xu Yan was not angry, and hugged his fist apologetically at the young man's distant figure, and then squeezed the silver forward with great interest.

Paying the money happily, the disciples in charge of collecting the money from the Ghost King Sect greeted them with smiling faces when they saw all the people who took the money, and they smiled so much that you couldn't even find your eyes.

It's also simple to draw, the thumb is stained with dye, and it's done by pressing it on the white paper, and it's easier to leave the name, whatever you want to stay, what Wang Dazhu, Li Dasha, what do you say and remember here, as for going back to verify, that's the process of the government, no one did it at the Ghost King Gate, and it was handed over to the top and sealed.

Some of the people who joined the Ghost King Gate were ordinary people, who wanted to fight for a way out, but more of them were martial artists who walked the rivers and lakes, and these people left their names all with nicknames, and basically did not have a real name, no wonder they were like this, and when they entered the evil sect, they had to think of a good way out and save themselves from making trouble in the future.

Many people leave nicknames, Xu Yan is naturally not stupid, he not only left a nickname, but also left a name he is most familiar with, only to see white and black characters written, flying toad, Zhuang Laosi......