Verdant four-fold, like a city, so the name Qingcheng.

There was a "creaking" sound at the gate of Jianfu Palace at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, and two and a half Dao Tong walked out of it, no more than fifteen years old, the taller one looked ordinary and looked stronger, and the other one was much shorter and thinner, and his face was very pale. Each of them went down the stairs with a large broom and was to sweep the fallen leaves in front of the door.

"The head of the family has issued a convening order to recruit all the uncles and uncles who have traveled all over the world to participate in the big competition, and it is really once every ten years, and the momentum is different." The thin little Taoist priest stretched his waist, held the broom in his arms and asked, "Senior Brother Yun, did you say that we should participate in this big competition?" ”

The little Taoist priest, who was called the senior brother, shook his head when he heard the words and said: "Our kung fu is not enough to see in the industry, how can we compare with others?" If the junior brother wants to find an opportunity to hide, he will hide by himself, and he doesn't need to find such an excuse. He continued to sweep the floor.

Hearing this, the junior brother smiled and said, "I was seen through by the senior brother." Glancing back at Jianfu Palace, there was no one else except for the two of them, and immediately put his hands together and leaned towards the corner of the door.

Xingyun didn't blame him when he saw this, long before he entered the Qingcheng faction, the two of them already knew each other, and they were both little beggars who had no father and no mother, and they were also dependent on each other, and then they were picked up by their teacher Mu Wudao to be a Taoist boy.

However, it is not so much to be a Taoist child, but it is more suitable to be a handyman, although in the end, the two apprentices were included in the door wall and were compiled into the line of characters, one for Xingyun and one for Xingjun, but the ability of Mu Wudao people is not good, and they can only be in charge of the stove and cleaning in the Qingcheng faction. Due to the limitations of ability, the two apprentices taught by the Mu Wudao people ranked last among the Xingzi generation, and the Xingzi generation was the youngest generation in the Qingcheng faction.

If their senior brother didn't accept the apprentices earlier, the names of these two people at the bottom of the martial arts hall would have to be worn for a few more days.

Xingjun sat on the threshold and pulled the broom and said: "Master is like that, we have no progress in practicing again, don't go this time, so as not to be ashamed!" ”

Xingyun turned his head and saw Xingjun's face full of displeasure, and sighed: "This is also impossible. ”

came to Xingjun's side, swept away Xingjun's share of the fallen leaves, and said, "Don't complain about the master and his old man, if the master hadn't picked us up, it would have been really difficult to resist that winter." Master was too old and late to get started, so he couldn't learn any kung fu, and he was really weak. Besides, even if you complain, it should be me, and the junior brother doesn't seem to have practiced martial arts well, right? ”

Xingjun shook his head and said, "I know that I can't learn anything and still practice?" Senior brother, you spend all day long, this is Qingcheng and not King Kongmen, you don't want to change your career to be a monk? ”

Xingyun shook his head when he heard this, why didn't he have any thoughts in his heart? But when it comes to martial arts, there are people in the Xingzi generation who are above his master, not to mention that Xingyun and Xingjun started late, and missed the age of practicing the true qi of the inner family, or Xingyun still has some perseverance, and he practices some external strength in his leisure every day, plus he does heavy work such as chopping wood and carrying water every day, I am afraid that even this body will not be able to fall.

Therefore, Xingyun didn't feel that there was anything wrong with practicing external skills, but that his junior disciples were often lazy, and he helped him do all the tiring work, and in the end he didn't even have external skills.

Xingyun was accepted as an apprentice by the Muwudao people back then, and his heart was also full of excitement, looking forward to the day when he could learn the martial arts of flying away with the masters of the rivers and lakes who were recited by the little beggars, and one day he would practice his skills to cross the rivers and lakes, punish the evil and promote the good. But now Xingyun just wants to live a peaceful life in Qingcheng, and everything else is extravagant. Fortunately, the people of Muwudao are still single, so naturally they have no heirs, Xingyun and Xingjun have always been treated by him as his own children, although life is not satisfactory, but it is not too sad.

Just when these two little Taoist children felt sorry for themselves, a loud and clear singing voice came from the bottom of the mountain.

As a Qingcheng guest

Ride the clouds to sweep the Liuhe

To dinner at dusk

I don't fold the pine

The bottle is not empty at night

Bring a friend on the bus

Mo Dao is not exhausted

and sing Qingcheng songs (the poems in the whole book of "Battle Sword Trick" are original, and they will not be stated in the future, hehe)

"Hahahaha......"

The cyan figure floated in with the singing, and the people who came to stand still in front of the Jianfu Palace, looked up at Qingcheng, and laughed again: "In the blink of an eye, twelve years, I never thought that my Mulian Seed would come back one day!" ”

I saw that the person who came was fair-skinned, in his thirties, wearing an old cyan robe, although it was a little old but very clean, and his long black hair was pulled on his head at will, and he was inserted with a small wooden branch, which not only did not look vulgar, but rather natural.

Xingyun heard that someone called himself Mu Lianzi, and it was obvious that the uncle of the wooden character generation in the door was recruited back by the head of the door to participate in the Qingcheng competition, so he couldn't be lazy, and he was busy welcoming him, but Xingjun didn't care much, and he still looked lazy.

Seeing Xingyun step forward and give a deep salute, before he could open his mouth to ask, the Taoist who called himself Mu Lianzi took out a wooden plaque from his waist and said, "This is the summoning order of the master, you can identify it." ”

Xingyun took it with both hands, he had been taught how to recognize, and when he saw that it was indeed a summoning order issued by the master, he immediately returned the wooden sign with both hands, and said respectfully: "Please also ask your uncle to go up the mountain, all your uncles and uncles are almost here." ”

Mu Lianzi said "um", but he didn't move, carefully looked at the little Taoist priest in front of him, and praised his generous and decent manners. But then he frowned and asked, "What's your name?" Who is your Master? ”

Xingyun said respectfully when he heard this: "Disciple Xingyun, the master is a Muwu real person. ”

Mu Lianzi's brows suddenly relaxed, and he laughed loudly, as if he had solved some problem: "It turned out to be Senior Brother Muwu, haha, no wonder your martial arts are so bad, I see!" I see! ”

Although Xingyun also complained a little about his master's inability to teach him martial arts, he still respected the Muwudao people in his heart, and the Muwudao people not only had the grace to nurture him, but also took care of their brothers and sisters. When he heard Mu Lianzi's words, he was unhappy in his heart, and he defended his master in a loud voice: "Although the disciple's master is a little lacking in martial arts, he also has a lot of teachings on weekdays, which means that this is not only a person in the world, but also a person, focusing on morality!" ”

Mu Lianzi was stunned when she heard this, and then laughed even louder: "Haha!" Not bad! Although Senior Brother Mu Wu is not good at martial arts, he is very loyal, and the apprentice he chose is also quite good! Haha, yes, that's what I want! ”

Looking at Xingyun with an inexplicable face, Mu Lianzi smiled: "Don't take what I just said to heart, my relationship with Senior Brother Mu Wu is very good, and Fang Cai's words are not malicious, when you go back and ask your master, you will know." ”

Xingyun heard the words and saluted, he just heard Mu Lianzi say that his master's martial arts were poor, and he quickly refuted it for a while, but he felt that it was inappropriate, how could this Mu Lianzi be regarded as his own elder, in the Qingcheng Gate Rules, the crime of contradicting the venerable chief is not small.

"Once known by the Heartless Ancestor......"

Xingyun's heart shuddered.

Fortunately, the other party had no malicious intentions, and there were many praises, Xingyun was busy and said: "Fang is the disciple is reckless for a while, thank you Uncle for not worrying about the disciple." ”

Mu Lianzi waved her hand and smiled: "It's okay." ”

At this time, Xingjun came over to salute, Mu Lianzi nodded, and then floated up the mountain.

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Shangqing Palace.

The head of the Qingcheng faction has no yangzi, and he sits in the middle of the robe of the head of the Qianyuan Dao, who is seventy and six, and he is still white-faced and black-bearded, indifferent and elegant, and has a hidden sense of dust.

Sitting on his left hand is his senior brother Wuguangzi, Wuguangzi has a resolute face, and his martial arts rank first among the wordless generations of the Qingcheng faction, and he is in charge of the Qingcheng faction's martial arts powerhouse-Qingwu Palace, and enters the Yuqing Palace.

The disciples of Qingcheng are all proud to enter the Qingwu Palace, and their status is comparable to the Dharma Academy of Shaolin Temple, and the Zhenwu Hall of Wudang is the highest in this school.

And the Wuguangzi who is in charge of the Qingwu Hall cannot be compared in the Qingcheng faction, except for the unborn Weizi elders, it is difficult for anyone to compare, even the head of the Wuyangzi is slightly inferior.

The one with a calm face opposite the photon is the heartless ancestor that Xingyun is afraid of, the wordless generation ranks fourth, although he is fair to people, but he is a little harsh, if you want to say who has the most feared name in the Qingcheng faction, you have to count this person, Wuxinzi's martial arts rank third in the Qingcheng faction of the wordless generation, and no one dares to provoke him.

This is followed by the three junior disciples of Wuyangzi Wumingzi palm ceremony, entering the Guankou Palace, the fifth junior brother Wuchenzi palm vulgar things, and the sixth junior brother Wuhuazi palm ceremony, entering the ancestral hall.

After everyone sat down, Wu Mingzi got up and said: "Senior brother in charge, this year's big competition is ready, all the disciples except Mu Lianzi have returned to the mountain, and after a short rest, it can start next month." ”

Wu Yangzi stroked his palms and smiled when he heard this: "Very good, once every ten years, the big ceremony is for my Qingcheng Festival, sloppy, there is no Ming to take care of, it is reassuring." ”

The next Wuxinzi said: "Senior Brother Wuming is doing things safely, and there should be no problems. But may I ask the boss, why do you recall the lotus seeds? You must know what Mu Lianzi did back then, punish him to go down the mountain and never return, he has seen that he is the grandson of the master and uncle, according to the rules of the Qingcheng Gate, it is not an exaggeration to expel him from the school, and now the head of the sect wants to recall him, I don't know why? ”

Wuxinzi's words were ruthless, Wuyangzi had to smile bitterly: "Wuxin, Mulian didn't do anything more at the beginning, and it is understandable, in the blink of an eye, twelve years have passed, and we are all about seventy, Weixia Zhenren and his old man were how they treated us at the beginning, everyone knows in their hearts." His old man's only grandson, we also have to take good care of it. ”

After a pause, Wuyangzi said again: "What's more, Mulian's mistake has been punished back then, and it is very bitter that she has not returned to the mountain for twelve years, I think it's better to forget it, right?" Giving him a chance can be regarded as a little bit of our heart for our uncle. ”

Wu Huazi received it immediately: "Yes, yes, the third senior brother will be generous this time and spare Mulian." ”

This Wuhuazi is the youngest in the Wuzi generation, only thirty-five years old, and grew up with Mu Lianzi, this person sitting here, he has the best relationship with Mu Lianzi, so he pleaded for mercy, and because Wuhuazi is the youngest, several senior brothers often let him, even Wuxinzi, when he heard Wuhuazi say this, he shook his head and stopped talking.

At this time, a Taoist boy outside the door came to report that Mu Lianzi had gone up the mountain.