Zhao Qingcian ran to the Wudang office stationed in the mountain, which is a very large mansion, where many Wudang disciples live all the year round, but unfortunately he is too short and his strength is small, so he can't compete with the group of muscular men in front of him, so he can only stand obediently in the back.

And from this point of view, the Wudang faction should not be bad for money.

As for where their money comes from?

All the towns within a radius of 300 miles from Wudang Mountain are under the responsibility of the Wudang faction itself, and even the imperial court can't control it, and there is no place for him to collect taxes.

This does not include some of the businesses that the Wudang Sect itself does, the minerals they own, the fertile land, and even the incense offered by the believers.

No way.

The big gate is the cattle batch.

Especially in the sects in the [Jianghu] world, their disciples are often numerous, either tens of thousands or thousands, if there is no source of income, is it possible that everyone is cultivating immortals on the top of the mountain?

Don't brag about it, except for Zhang Sanfeng, everyone else should have risen day by day.

"Dao Chief, Dao Chief, what do you think of me, can I join the Wudang Sect." A middle-aged uncle with five big and three thick faces, full of pockmarks, kept asking.

The middle-aged Taoist in charge of collecting people glanced at him and pointed to the notice next to him: "Only boys under the age of sixteen are accepted!" ”

The middle-aged uncle grinned, touched his beard uncomfortably, and still defended: "Don't look at me like a forty-year-old, in fact, I just look older and ......."

"Less nonsense, you're almost older than my grandfather, go aside."

"Everyone else is lining up." A small Taoist leader held the hilt of his sword and said coldly.

Soon.

The crowd quieted down.

Some of the people who read the notice don't plan to get in on it.

In fact, this group of uncles did not come here to become disciples of the Wudang Sect, but just to become a glorious laborer.

Not to mention anything else, if you are a sweeper in Wudang Mountain, it will be more profitable than now, and it will be more face-saving to say it, and if you have a son at home in the future, you may be able to send it over.

And Zhao Qingcian is obediently queuing, some muscular men cut in line, he didn't dare to resist, for fear of being taken to the small alley, the people in the rivers and lakes are sinister, and he is so white and tender, he has to guard against it.

So after waiting for half an hour, when the sun was about to rise, he finally came to the gate of the Wudang office compound.

Zhao Qingcian didn't have any skills to discern his realm.

But he was good enough in his previous life, and his realm was superb, according to the long breathing sound of the middle-aged Taoist in front of him, coupled with the steady sitting posture of his old tree roots, he had basically concluded that this person was a second-grade martial artist.

As for which realm he is in the 'four, five, six', Zhao Qingcian has not yet cultivated his internal strength, so he really can't see it.

The middle-aged Taoist carefully looked at Zhao Qingcian's appearance, and asked, "Name." ”

"Zhao Qingcicada."

"Are there any elders in the family?"

"Orphans."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, he didn't want to have a doll with a father and a mother when he saw Zhao Qingciao's ragged clothes, and the wild orphan didn't run away.

"When did you come to Wudang Town?"

Zhao Qingcian recalled for a while, found those scattered 4K Blu-ray memory fragments, and said with a bitter face: "I fled because of the famine in the east a year ago, and then I settled in Wudang Town. ”

A little Taoist boy on the left of the middle-aged Taoist approached and said, "Master, I have seen him, he once did garbage sorting work in Wudang Town in exchange for food, and what he said is not fake. ”

"Well, come closer, reach out, I'm Kangkang." The middle-aged Taoist nodded, and waved his hand to let Zhao Qingcian get closer.

Zhao Qingcian knew what to do.

He obediently stood in front of the middle-aged Taoist.

Let his hands caress him......

Cough.

In fact, this is called touching the bones, which can not only distinguish the real age, but also scatter a little true qi in some acupoints, so as to see if the meridians and acupoints are unblocked, and whether they can cultivate internal strength.

Can Zhao Qingcian be?

Joke.

The 40-point root bone almost means that all the meridians and acupoints of his whole body are penetrated......

Soon.

The middle-aged Taoist also noticed the current situation, his expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but touch Zhao Qingciao's body again.

After three full times.

Thirteen-year-old Xiao Zhao was a little wet......

It's sweating.

And the middle-aged Taoist finally waved his hand with bright eyes, asking Zhao Qingcian to retreat, and muttered: "I have found a treasure, I have found a treasure, not to mention how much understanding I have, just talking about this root, it is ten years, no, it is rare to see for decades." ”

The little Taoist boy beside him blinked, unable to believe that the master would have such an evaluation of the little beggar in front of him.

Fortunately, Wudang Mountain is a Taoist, and the cultivation of life is a double cultivation, so he has no jealousy at all, just a little envy.

Then the middle-aged Taoist priest said with a smile: "Zhao Qingcian is right, you can join the Wudang faction, but joining my Wudang faction is a matter of a lifetime, if you betray the master, even if you flee to the ends of the earth, someone will abolish your cultivation." ”

"The disciple doesn't dare." Zhao Qingcian hurriedly made a joke.

The Wudang faction is still good, if it is a crooked way, you dare to betray the master?

Rub, play the little nail to death, believe it or not?

"Okay, wait later, you haven't worshiped Master Zu, and you're not a Wudang disciple yet, think about it yourself."

"Yes." Zhao Qingcian nodded, then stepped aside, chatted with the two little Taoist children casually, and thought about it with a smile.

Wu-Tang Clan.

The Wudang faction with Zhang Sanfeng.

Needless to say, its strength is far from being comparable to any small sect.

Even in the face of the Shaolin Temple, which has been inherited through the ages, with the strength of the current Wudang faction, it will not fall behind.

He wasn't sure he was a real player, and he didn't know if he could come back from the dead.

So he has to think about it in many ways.

You can't take a risk to join some hidden sects that seem to have great potential, but don't have enough prestige and influence.

Especially now that he doesn't have any cultivation in his body, even if he wants to leave Wudang Town and go to other sects, he is powerless, it is better to become a disciple of the Wudang sect in peace.

Not to mention.

No one said that the Wudang Sect only had seven second-generation disciples.

Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows the Wudang Seven Heroes, that is because they are Zhang Sanfeng's true disciples, and these seven people are also powerful enough, and they are all famous first-class masters in the rivers and lakes.

The other second-generation disciples are not nothing, but they are not well-known, and they are not true disciples.

"According to my plan, it is too easy to join the Wudang Sect and become a third-generation disciple, and I may be able to compete with Song Qingshu for the title of chief disciple."

"But." Zhao Qingcian raised his eyebrows: "I remember that although Zhang Sanfeng has seven true disciples, the former's peerless martial arts, but due to the difficulty of cultivation, he can't find a disciple who is most suitable for inheritance." ”

"Yu Lianzhou finally learned Tai Chi Gong, Tai Chi Boxing, and Tai Chi Sword, and became the second generation of Wudang leaders!"

"But his own qualifications and talents are far from reaching the level of Zhang Sanfeng, this is just old man Zhang pulling out generals in the dwarf pile."

"And the hidden task of becoming a disciple of Zhang Sanfeng is ......"

"Cultivation and self-cultivation!"

"After I became a disciple of the Wudang School, I didn't need to practice my internal skills too hard, but pretended to be a good seedling of cultivation who loved to read Taoist scriptures and liked to cultivate nature and self-cultivation."

"As long as I persist for three years and show my understanding and roots a little, Zhang Sanfeng will inevitably be moved by me and accept me as an apprentice."

Zhao Qingcian touched his chin.

This hidden mission in the previous life is very interesting, and it is a Taoist disciple who has studied it thoroughly in the real world.

Or rather.

Although this guy has good innate attributes, he is not here to play games.

He's here to read the Tao!

Many of the 23rd century's Taoist treasures have become extinct.

It turns out that it is real in this game.

So this thing regarded Wudang Mountain as a holy place for cultivation, and he was not a real player at all.

And his initial goals.

It is to become a person who cultivates immortals, Zhang Sanfeng's closed disciple!

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