Autumn is coming to an end, and Yihuang and Xiaobai have been practicing for more than two months, and the air is gradually filled with cold air. Although the sun is in the sky, a gust of wind can still make people shiver.

The begonias at the entrance of the Diving Hall have opened again.

The white and red begonias add a bright color to this autumn, and it seems to welcome those new disciples who have entered the mountain.

It is impossible for the predecessors of Shushan to go out of the mountain often, and then meet the genius of Tianzong and bring it back to carry forward the lintel of Shushan. There are not so many seniors in Shushan who are bored and wandering around, and it is impossible to meet any geniuses casually.

Except for the overnight Thousand Trees.

The cultivation process of Ye Qianshu is similar to that of the male protagonist in Zhiyi novels, and the head of this generation of Shushan doesn't know what went crazy and hid in the cave of Ye Qianshu's hometown to meditate and practice, but Ye Qianshu was pushed off the cliff by his little friend and fell into the cave. Although Ye Qianshu didn't get any martial arts cheats, he picked up the identity of a master and a disciple of Shushan.

In his impression, the master saw that his eyes would glow, and then he let himself apprentice, so he forcibly took himself to Shushan.

Therefore, how to accept disciples is a headache for him.

In previous years, the entry selection of outer disciples was all in charge of the senior uncle, but this year, under the order of the senior uncle, all the peak masters of the remaining seven peaks of Shu Mountain went to retreat honestly.

No one can do these things, and it is impossible for Uncle Shi and his old man to take care of these things, so only Ye Qianshu himself came to take a look.

After Zhen Hong left, Shushan has not sent a new Mr. Instructor, and it is said that the new Mr. Instructor will assist the senior brother in smoothly recruiting disciples.

This is also the reason why Li Hong and Zhen Youcai did not dare to act rashly.

They didn't know what kind of temper the new Mr. Discipline was, but they didn't dare to take advantage of Mr. Discipline to teach Xu Changan a lesson, after all, there was an evil cat by his side, and he couldn't beat him.

Nine peaks of Shu Mountain.

Wang Tingsheng, as an ordinary disciple of the inner mountain, hurried to a separate garden with a box in his hand.

Entering the courtyard, he looked carefully, looked in the right direction, approached an ordinary house, and knocked on the door.

Walking into the house, he respectfully presented the box.

The candles flickered, and they talked happily.

"Then thank you senior brother for taking care of the disciple's sister, as for the brother, please also ask the senior brother to give him an idle position. ”

When the senior brother opened the box, he saw a smile on his face, and he couldn't hide it.

"Well said, well said. ”

The cripple and Xu Changan sat on the ground, with their backs against the begonia, and from this angle they could just look up at the situation in the Diving Temple.

"Aren't you going?" asked the cripple.

Xu Changan scratched his head, causing Xiao Bai lying on his head to stir, and then said: "Isn't the minimum standard of this outer disciple to open up twenty major barriers? ”

The cripple tried to say something, but eventually shut up.

Other people's 20 tricks may be the result of more than ten years of fighting, but your 18 tricks are two months, and you still want to compare with others?

The lame Nunu mouthed, afraid that Xu Changan would be complacent. Anyway, this kid has himself and Xiaobai to take care of, and it doesn't matter if he enters the outer door or not.

In case this kid goes to the outer gate, where will he find his wine in the future?

Thinking of this, the cripple opened the flask and poured it again.

Ever since the old black left, the lame man began to drink. Probably when the old black was there, he would not allow the lame man to drink or would steal the lame's wine, and with the cat's character, the latter was more likely.

This is all Xu Changan's speculation.

Anyway, since Lao Hei left, the cripple often asked himself to find a way to get him some wine, and Xu Changan could only count on He Guan Shi for this matter.

"Are you seventeen?" the cripple asked suddenly.

Xu Changan didn't know his exact date of birth, but he only roughly knew the year, so this year is indeed seventeen.

"It is said that there are many beauties in the outer gate this year, why don't you go and take a look?" The cripple seems to have been guiding Xu Changan to participate in the assessment.

Xu Changan stroked his forehead with a headache.

After getting acquainted with the lame, I found out that the lame man was a very casual person, no wonder both humans and cats liked him.

"Can I believe the beauty in your mouth?" asked Xu Changan.

The lame man was stunned.

A few days ago, the lame man told Xu Chang'an that the female disciples of Qingchi Peak were going to the outer mountains, and it was said that those female disciples had a beautiful appearance and a sense of reverie. The lame man had something to do temporarily, and he specially asked Xu Changan to come back and describe to him how beautiful those fairies were.

Xu Changan squatted in the grass for a long time, and finally saw the so-called fairy.

When Xu Changan described the aunt he saw with a black face and the lame man, the lame man just sighed: "Shaohua is easy to bear, and his face is easy to age." ”

However, after Xu Chang'an's careful observation, he found that a woman who came down from Jiufeng every month would only look at the lame man at the door of the library pavilion, but she would never step into the library pavilion.

Xu Changan wanted to ask several times, but the lame man glanced at him, pointed to the begonia at the door of the diving hall and said, "A pear tree pressing the begonia, it's not good, it's not good." ”

Xu Changan never understood what this sentence meant, and there was no such sentence even in the scriptures of the Library Pavilion.

Looking at the distracted Xu Changan, the lame man pouted and was about to go back, anyway, I always felt that Xu Changan, this kid was not interested in girls, if he had his skin and appearance, now his son is older than him.

"Eh, wait a minute, Hong Sanshou said that he was going to come to participate in the outer disciple assessment, so I have to be here. ”

The lame man followed Xu Changan's fingertips and saw the extremely thin disciple.

The lame man glanced at Hong Sanshi, then shook his head and poured another sip of wine.

Xu Changan was also extremely surprised that Hong Sanshou was going to participate in the assessment, but he didn't expect that he had unknowingly cleared twenty tricks.

Suddenly, a long howl came, interrupting Xu Changan and the cripple, they looked up, only to see flying swords in the sky, constantly whirling in the air, turning into a circle.

The sharp sword qi seemed to bring up gusts of wind, and the sound of the sword tip humming kept coming from the air.

Dressed in white, Ye Qianshu seemed to appear out of thin air, and stepped out of the sword circle, his long hair in the wind, and he shouted softly: "Return to the sheath!" All the swords flew back, and the sound of swishing was endless.

Only then did all the disciples see a row of white-clothed disciples standing behind him holding long swords.

"Wow! that's so handsome!" Yachiki's appearance caused many girls to scream.

But he didn't care, his eyes kept looking for something in the crowd, and his brows tightened.

"What a sassy bag. The cripple and Xu Changan pouted and said in unison. At the same time, he glanced at the group of female disciples again, and shook his head at the same time: "It's really superficial." ”

Yachiki seemed to feel something, and turned his head to look this way.

He saw the lame man under the begonia tree and nodded slightly in respect.

The lame man didn't seem to see Ye Qianshu's overtures, but then said to Xu Changan: "It is said that there is a genius assessment this year, and if you don't take the path of a rich child, you have to take the assessment step by step." ”

The lame man diverted the topic, and Xu Changan could probably guess the fate of Hong Sanshou.

"So what?"

"Sixteen years old, thirty-six tricks have been passed, look at yourself. Hearing the lame's words, Xu Changan could only touch the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

"The new Mr. Discipline is in charge of this test, and I am only responsible for supervising and inspecting it. Night Thousand Tree seems to have explained everything that should be explained, and the speech has come to an end.

There are two new Mr. Instructors, one of whom is in charge of the assessment of the disciples of the rich family. The other is responsible for the assessment of the children of the poor family.

"Senior Brother Night, I want you to evaluate me personally. A voice suddenly spread through the square, causing an uproar.

The purple-clothed girl's face is very delicate, and she shines like a pearl wherever she puts it.

Wang Zihan. "Someone recognized this disciple, and he was also the strongest genius rumored to be in this disciple assessment.

Night Chiki naturally knew this girl, and she knew her since she was very young.

"Nonsense!" Yachiki's face sank.

The lame man was drinking wine under the begonia tree, squinting at the two people who were at the center of his sight at the moment, and said slowly: "A pear tree presses the begonia." ”

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, Mr. Chen Cheng, the instructor who was in charge of assessing the disciples of the Hanmen, kicked his eyes and immediately said: "First conduct the first round of assessment, compare cultivation and actual combat, and call the disciples whose names come to the stage." As he spoke, he pointed to the platform that had already been set up at the entrance of the Diving Academy.

Wang Zihan saw that Ye Qianshu ignored her, and stomped her foot angrily.

(The original text of a pear flower pressing begonia is from Mr. Dongpo's ridiculous poem, satirizing the old cow eating tender grass, and this chapter transitions.) ）