Qian Muqing lay on the bed with thoughts fluttering and could not sleep. He regretted that he had despised General Lu and almost caused a catastrophe of death, if it weren't for this little brother who drew his sword to save him, he would have gone to Huangquan a long time ago; Helian Longshan was kind-hearted, but he suffered miserably, just like himself ten years ago, he endured humiliation and burden, and was bent on avenging his people, and he should have helped him, but he didn't know how he was created, and he had the heart to take him as an apprentice, I don't know if Master Zu could agree? Thinking of this, Qian Muqing couldn't help but think of the situation when he first learned the Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flower Sword Technique.

The rules of the martial arts academy are strict, and the warriors are divided into four levels: martial arts captain, Zhaowu captain, Huwei captain, hussar captain, from the front to the back, the second is promoted, if you want to be promoted, practice more exquisite martial arts, you must win from the annual martial arts competition of the martial arts academy, only half of them can be promoted to a higher level, and so on, after layers of selection, to the end, the hussar captain, exactly five people.

Only three of the five people had the opportunity to practice the finest martial arts, and they were: the Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flower Sword Technique, the Fire Dragon Demon Suppression Fist, and the Infinite Thunderbolt Palm.

These three kinds of martial arts, the power is endless, the legend in the market: after the Heavenly Maiden scattered flower swordsmanship is completed, separated by a few zhang, the sword qi can kill; the fire dragon demon fist is even more magical, when fighting with the enemy, the whole body seems to be shrouded in flames, blazing like coals, and the fist wind is particularly fierce, a few zhang outside can crack the monument and break the stone; but the most powerful is the infinite thunderbolt palm, after the success, luck wave the palm, you can send out a white light, fast as lightning, indestructible. No matter what kind of martial arts, as long as you practice, among thousands of troops, you will take the head of the enemy general like a bag.

However, the rules of the martial arts academy are strict, and the hussar captain himself cannot choose the martial arts he wants to practice, and he has to choose the apprentices by the grandfather. Without the consent of the grandfather, the hussar captain must not steal from school, otherwise he will be beheaded according to the law.

Many years ago, there were two hussar captains, one practicing the Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flower Sword Technique, and the other practicing the Infinite Thunderbolt. The two were like-minded, became brothers of the opposite sex, and secretly taught each other their own martial arts. Later, the two disappeared mysteriously, dead and dead, and no one was alive. Some people say that the two have been cleaned up by the ancestors, and some people say that the two fled for their lives, hiding in the mountains and rivers, and hiding incognito.

It is said that these three martial arts were all taught by the great master Buddha Tucheng himself. The great masters come from the Western Regions, and their miraculous skills are innumerable. Legend has it that he can call the wind and rain, fly in the air, and can also be hidden and predict the future. However, the great master is not the grandfather. The ancestor is an inaudible deity that cannot be heard, cannot be seen, and is inconceivable. The place where Master Zu chooses his apprentices is solemn and solemn, and the process of choosing apprentices is even more incredible and unforgettable.

Five years ago, he was promoted to hussar captain with the first place, and the other four were: one-eyed dragon Pusheng, bearded Shi Hong, white-faced scholar Yu De, and strong ghost Murong Xing. The auspicious day is July 15 every year, which is the Obon festival for Buddhists, also known as the Ghost Festival.

Early in the morning, the five of us were ordered to bathe and change our clothes, and then we were led by a sergeant to the martial arts arena of the Martial Arts Academy.

The martial arts arena is magnificent, about 100 zhang long from east to west, about 80 wide from north to south, an octagonal altar stands in the field, there are several rope beds arranged in the north and south on the west side of the altar, there are more than a dozen sergeants, holding umbrellas and flags, standing behind the rope bed. Look closely at the altar, the height is about six zhang, the center is set up with a sacrificial table, the south is placed, there is the tablet of the ancestor on the case, there are five pieces in total, there are words on it, it is twisted and twisted, the strange shape is strange, it is said to be Sanskrit, I don't recognize a word. Probably every martial art has an ancestor, and they each have to choose their own apprentices.

In front of the spirit tablet is an incense burner, and three pillars of incense are burned in the furnace. What is surprising is that in front of the incense burner, there are four treasures of the study such as pen, ink, paper, and inkstone. Master Fei had to write the name of his apprentice on a piece of paper in person. I secretly muttered in my heart: I only heard others say that Master Zu wants to choose his own apprentices, and I can't imagine that Master Zu's will needs to be conveyed with the help of a brush.

Looking at the tablets of the ancestors on the table, it feels as if the ancestors are standing somewhere around them, but we can't see them. Suddenly, there was a whim: if they were not the ancestors, but their enemies, the enemy was in the dark, and they were in the light, wouldn't they be worried about their lives at any time. As soon as this thought came out, not only did his hair stand on end, but he also shuddered.

The altar was surrounded by banners, the breeze passed, the smoke dispersed, the flags made a crackling sound, and the entire martial arts arena was empty, shrouded in an inexplicable mysterious atmosphere.

The sergeant led the five of us to the north side of the altar and stood three feet away, waiting for the selection ceremony to begin. About a stick of incense, General Shi, who presided over the ceremony, arrived surrounded by several relatives and sat on the rope bed on the side of the altar.

When I was young, I suddenly heard someone proclaiming: "The great monk has arrived." Then I saw an ox cart slowly driving in, surrounded by many monks.

General Shi stood up solemnly, stepped forward quickly, led the car to the west side of the altar, lifted the curtain, and said something in his mouth that we couldn't hear clearly. At the same time, a monk got out of the car, unable to see his age, dressed in a bright robe, burly, kind eyebrows, and peaceful. General Shi put his arm around the monk and led him to sit down in front of the central rope bed.

Soon the ceremony began. General Shi walked up to the altar and read the emperor's decree. The gist is to ask the ancestor to pass on his magic skills to the hussar captain, and encourage the hussar captain to practice martial arts diligently, be promoted to general, and make contributions to the country.

After General Shi read the holy decree, he stood on the left side of the sacrificial table and shouted, "Please incense the great monk." The great monk slowly ascended to the high platform, put a stick of incense on each of the five ancestors, and then stood on the right side of the sacrificial table. Then came the most exciting moment. General Shi ordered me and the other five to go to the sacrificial table to perform nine bows to the ancestor master, and then kneel in front of the sacrifice table and wait for the grandfather's will.

At this moment, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened, the dark clouds in the sky rolled, the cold wind rippled around, and the atmosphere was mysterious and tense.

My heart was beating suddenly, and I didn't dare to look directly at the great monk, so I looked at it with the rest of my eyes. The great monk has a high nose and deep eyes, a broad mouth and round cheeks, a ruddy complexion, and a calm and relaxed atmosphere. Not only did he secretly think in his heart: looking at his age of about forty at most, I don't know if he really has the ability.

As soon as I thought of this, I suddenly felt a cramping pain in my heart, my five organs rolled, and I almost fainted. I was secretly shocked, thinking: Could it be that the ancestor or the great monk knew my mind and punished himself with divine skills. Then I calmed down, no longer cranky, and my heartache stopped.

Suddenly, I heard the monk say, "Please make a decree from Master Zu!" The voice was deep and loud.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the brush on the case stood upright, floating in the air, as if someone was holding it, and after a few strokes of the pen in the inkstone, it floated to the top of the paper, fell to the ground, and quickly wrote.

The table was right in front of me, about two paces away, and I could see the movement of the pen so vividly that I would never have believed it unless I had seen it with my own eyes. Several of us were dumbfounded.

Suddenly, a piece of paper that had been written fell down in front of him. I hurriedly picked it up and watched, the heavenly maiden scattered the flower sword, the five-word dragon flying and phoenix dance, it was really my favorite martial arts. I felt a burst of ecstasy in my heart and hurriedly looked at the others. There was also a piece of paper flying down in front of them, on which were written the martial arts that each of them could practice.