"Why should I go with this waste?" Bai Feiyang immediately frowned.

"Who is the waste?"

"Don't think that if you are uncle, we won't dare to beat you!"

More than a dozen disciples kept shouting, although they were not forgiving, they were still smiling, obviously used to joking with Bai Feiyang.

Yuan Tianshi said helplessly: "Every time the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp] starts, Longhu Mountain has to submit more than a dozen places, this time Song Chongjian personally started the class to teach, I have selected some talented disciples to join you, and it is not an insult to the reputation of our Longhu Mountain!" ”

"They are also called gifted and intelligent, and that dog can also go to the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp]!" Bai Feiyang looked at everyone in surprise.

"Hit him! Hit him! More than a dozen disciples finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards Bai Feiyang one after another.

Looking at the chaos in the main hall, Yuan Tianshi could only smile bitterly.

……

Maoshan.

As a famous Taoist mountain, or the birthplace of the Shangqing school, Maoshan has the reputation of "the first blessed land, the eighth cave sky", the scenery is of course beautiful, the heritage is naturally profound, and the main hall must be layered on top of each other......

But even in Maoshan Mountain, there are inconspicuous places, such as a small forest behind a partial hall, there is a thatched house that can shelter from the wind and rain.

In the thatched hut, a young man in his early twenties is lying on a wooden bed, with his arms resting behind his head and one leg on the other, "babbling" along with the radio.

The furnishings in the room were extremely simple, even simple, and even the clothes he was wearing were unsightly, and they were called clothes, but in fact they were just a few pieces of linen, barely blocking some parts.

But he has a better life than the gods.

Because beside him, there were several men wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms, all of whom were pale and stiff, with their arms stretched forward, like zombies.

Some of these zombies fanned him with fans, some held grapes and fed them into his mouth, some helped him beat his shoulders, and some helped him massage the soles of his feet.

"Knock knock—"

At this moment, another zombie wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform jumped in with his arms raised.

The zombie looked quite old, his face was full of wrinkles, his hair and beard were white, and he jumped in front of the young man with a letter in his hand.

As soon as the young man waved his hand, several zombies around him retreated, and he sat up, took the letter, and opened it.

"Dear Tan Zuo, hello ......"

Seeing the first few words, the young man felt a chill all over his body, but he continued to read it.

"The new [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp] turned out to be Song Chongjian's own class teaching? It's kind of interesting......"

Tan Zuo stood up, thought for a while, and said proudly:

"It must be because I'm going, so Song Chongjian started the class in person! Haha, I knew I was a genius! ”

Tan Zuo put away the letter, and then waved his hand again, and a few zombies next to him slowly fell softly, turning into a few yellow pieces of paper. Tan Zuo picked up the pieces of paper and stuffed them in his arms, and then strode out the door.

……

Putuo Mountain, in the main hall.

Cigarettes curled, a group of monks knocked on the wooden fish, and chanted incomprehensible Sanskrit sounds in their mouths, making the statue of Guanyin in front of them more solemn.

In the middle of the main hall, a young man in civilian clothes with a handsome face nodded and said, "Song Chongjian personally started the class, and I am still a little interested, so I will go over this time!" ”

"Du Hong, this time I went to the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp] in Beijing, you are representing our Putuo Mountain, or will you shave your degree this time?" Under the statue of Guanyin stands a white-bearded old monk, wearing a royal red robe, full of brilliance and solemn appearance, and he is not an ordinary person at first glance.

"Nope." Du Hong simply refused: "I don't want to be a monk, but you have been pestering me, and I really have no choice but to become your lay disciple!" If you want to shave my head, then I won't go, let's break up, don't delay me marrying a wife! ”

"That's it, that's it, if you don't shave, don't shave......" The old monk shook his head helplessly.

"Farewell!" Du Hong turned around and walked out, as if he didn't want to stay here for a second.

"Du Hong, several of your senior brothers also have quotas, you can go with them!" The old monk hurriedly shouted.

"I don't want to go out with a bunch of monks!" Du Hong didn't look back.

"Du Hong, this time Song Chongjian personally opened the class, which will inevitably attract a lot of geniuses, although your talent is also very good, but there are strong people over there, you must be low-key, make more friends, and make fewer enemies......" The old monk couldn't help but persuade again.

"Hehe, let me keep a low profile? It depends on whether they have the ability to do it! Du Hong snorted coldly, and a few cold lights flashed in his eyes.

The old monk was a little speechless, looking at Du Hong's back as he gradually moved away, he finally sighed softly: "It's a piece of jade, it just needs to be grinded...... When you arrive in Shangjing, I hope someone will sharpen you! ”