When the bell rang, the entire Wudang Mountain quieted down, and all the personnel of Taiji Square also quieted down.

Chongxu got up, saluted the entire venue, and then loudly announced: The Wudang faction recruitment ceremony has begun, and the official registrants will enter. The Wudang disciples passed each other on, and at this moment, the instructions of the head of the sect had reached the bottom of the mountain.

Qingyun, the eldest disciple under the seat of the head of Chongxu, was released with a command flag, and all the children around the age of ten were released, and the two of them walked up the stone steps.

The staircase winds and circles like a long creeping dragon, stretching out to the top of the mountain in the distance, and it is said that there are 9,999 steps in total.

For these young children, it is undoubtedly a test that has not yet entered.

The people in the square, the masters on the top of the hill watched all this closely.

The real person has reached the top of the first-line peak at the moment, and the first-line peak is close to Taiji Square. From a high vantage point, you can look down on the entire dojo.

Seeing the masters, he smiled and said, "Fellow Daoists have been waiting for a long time, and the mountain people have apologized here." ”

The five masters laughed out loud, and one of them, the master with a wooden cane, stroked his white beard, and said with a smile: "Zhang Zhenren is trying to torture us, how can we afford it?"

However, the master who was wearing a robe and wearing a Buddhist bead opened his mouth and said with a smile: "This real person has not been seen for many days, but he is getting younger and stronger, and I am about to die of old age." ”

"Master Tianmu, the nameless master should not make fun of the people of Benshan. is riddled with trivial matters, it is better for the two of them not to ask about the world, to be at ease, and to race over the gods. ”

Zhang Zhenren apologized and beckoned everyone to take a seat.

He pointed to the two boys behind him and said, "Xuan Sizi, Yuan Tianzi didn't hurry up to greet a few masters. ”

"Younger generation Xuan Sizi, Yuan Tianzi see all predecessors. The two said in unison.

This Xuan Sizi raised his head, straightened up, and continued: "Masters, my ancestor did not mean to snub the old immortals, but the ancestor has been in retreat for many years, and does not ask about the world. Although my Wudang Mountain is small, it is not as beautiful and magnificent as Shu Mountain, and it is rich and rich; it is not as good as Kunlun Mountain, since ancient times, the fairy mist is ethereal, and it is a good place to cultivate immortals, and it is not as good as the Bodhi Pure Land of Zen Buddhism, which is broad and profound; it is not as good as the fairyland of Penglai Pavilion; and the sea of clouds, mountains and fog in Zhongnan Mountain, which is almost heavenly. But Wudang also has a little fun, the mountain stream is murmuring, the mountain is full of clouds and mist, and the farmers under the mountain are men and women weaving, and they are peaceful. I also hope that all the old immortals will stay in my Wudang for a few more days, so that the younger generations can ask the masters for advice. ”

Xuan Sizi's words made the real person very happy, and he inadvertently raised his foot and gently touched the boy.

The boy comprehended and immediately knelt down: "Xuan Sizi is still young, and if his words are inappropriate, please give me more advice from the old immortals." “

"Haha, haha. Several masters laughed happily, and the shadowless master of Penglai Pavilion got up to help Xuan Sizi, and said: "Although it is a beautiful word, it can be used for us and other old people. Haha, the son can be taught. Unexpectedly, Zhang Zhenren's disciples are full of talents. According to the old decay, this apprentice ceremony is not necessary. ”

Zhang Zhenren picked up the teacup in front of the stone table, took the tea lid, put it back in its place, watched the wisps of green smoke come out, and said slowly: "Old friends, this time the mountain people recruit apprentices, or it may be the last time. A few days ago, I watched the sky at night and found that the sky was abnormal. ”

"Zhang Zhenren will also be confused? The Tailing Daoist of Zhongnan Mountain smiled with his white beard. The crowd laughed again.

After a moment, the laughter stopped. Master Tianmu of Kunlun Mountain opened his mouth and said: "We also feel the same way, and we will wait for us to take a closer look. “

The more you go up, the fewer people there are.

The child who fell, get up and move on. Those who couldn't get up were sent to the bottom of the mountain by Wudang disciples. There are also some panting children, resting on the stone steps in the mountains, the steep steps are prohibitive.

The road seemed too long and too winding for them, and they just watched the other children pass by.

There are those who are unwilling, there are those who are completely discouraged, of course, there are those who are noisy, and there are ......

Before entering the official competition, a mountain road kept many children out of the mountain gate.

The adults at the foot of the mountain were dejected when they saw their children being carried down.

A fat man saw his fat son coming down the mountain, grabbed his ears and scolded: "You little rabbit cub, you eat like a pig, Lao Tzu usually tells you to eat less, eat less, you are not a happy guy." Just as he was about to scold, the crowd around him burst into laughter.

Perhaps realizing that he had made a mistake, the fat man scolded and said, "Look how I treat you when I go back." ”

The fat man left with the child, and the other parents also led the child who was sent down the mountain one after another.

Of course, there are also those who are unwilling, taking advantage of the gap, to find the disciples in charge of Wudang and ask for extra care. Of course, they were all turned away.

After a while, the front of the mountain gate gradually quieted down. The adults who didn't see their children descending the mountain were also nervous at the moment, and their eyes were glued to the mountain, for fear that some of the children sent down would have their own.

The winding mountain roads, the sparse crowds, and the front of the line are a few older children. The body is still very strong, and although it is halfway through, it does not seem to be tired. Obviously, these children have some martial arts skills, and they wipe the sweat from their foreheads with their sleeves as they walk.

In the crowd, there was a thin child, young in age, although he stumbled, he kept gritting his teeth and insisting on following the team, and several times fell heavily on the steps, but still got up, gritted his teeth, and climbed up.

The children around him only cared about walking by themselves, and they were in no mood to pay attention to the people around them at the moment, and at the moment when the child was about to fall down again, the older child hurriedly supported him with both hands and said softly: "Little brother, be careful." ”

The little kid looked back and saw a handsome little brother supporting him. The child stood up and clasped his hands into fists: "Thank you little brother for your help." ”

The little brother smiled embarrassedly and said, "With a lot of effort, the little brother should be careful." There is still a long way to go, save your strength, if you are tired, you can rest for a while, and it is not too late to catch up. ”

The two looked at each other and smiled, "Xiaosheng's name is Lu Yun, a person from the capital, dare to ask what the little brother is called?"

And the little brother said: "I am from Kaifeng Mansion, so you can call me a stone." ”

"Brother, why don't you practice martial arts in Zen Buddhism, why do you want to go near and far and come to this Nanwu to be an apprentice?" Lu Yun also seemed to know a little about this martial arts common sense.

Shi whispered: "My mother said, I am the only seedling in the family, and I will not be allowed to become a monk, and I will be allowed to marry a daughter-in-law and pass on incense." The two of them supported each other like this, chatting as they walked.

At the back was a ragged child, barefoot and unkempt. He looked at everything around him as if nothing was there, staring only at the steps under his feet.

His right foot seemed to have been injured, and every step he took a great deal of effort, sweat from his forehead and his clothes were soaked. But the boy gritted his teeth and limped upward. I didn't wear shoes, there were blood blisters on my feet, and on the steps of the bluestone slab, there was a little blood mark, which made people look a little worried, and the surrounding Wudang disciples seemed to be infected by this scene. No one spoke, just hoped he would persevere.

For these children who come to Wudang Mountain to learn martial arts, this opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. These disciples no longer have the opportunity to participate in such activities.

They knew how difficult it was to stand out among the many talented disciples in Wudang, and if this opportunity was missed, it would be a long wait for martial artists.

Maybe some disciples spend their whole lives just running errands and passing on words, or cooking cooks, of course, if they are lucky, they can also achieve small achievements and leave a big name in the rivers and lakes. And only the best can laugh proudly in the rivers and lakes and dominate the martial arts.

For the disciples recruited in this way, the martial arts taught in the master are quite mysterious.

But they were faintly aware that most of the selected disciples were passed down by the masters, and even by the old man, and it was rare to see them go out of the customs or walk in the rivers and lakes.

It is said that there was once a disciple of Wudang who, for some reason, provoked the desert Shuangsha, was chased by the Shuangsha, and was forced into a desperate situation. A master came to his aid and killed him with one move. Before leaving, he dropped a sentence: It's the same door, why bother to say thank you.

This desert double evil, I think it was also a hegemonic figure at the beginning, he did a lot of evil, and his means were quite good, he studied under the Tantric Buddhism of the Western Regions, and there were not a few heroes in the rivers and lakes who died tragically in his hands. For these legends, due to the long time, there is no way to verify, but they are widely spread among Wudang disciples.

The crowd was still gathering on the mountain, and in less than an hour, they walked up the mountain one after another.