Jiuli Mountain, where the head gang of the lone wolf gang is, more than half of the gang is stationed here, from the foot of the mountain, the dense buildings are laid out upwards, row upon row, among which the flow of people often comes and goes, the noise of the noise is endless, just like the downtown area.

Zhao Ziming followed behind the old medicine monster and walked slowly towards the mountain, as for the horses of the two, when they first arrived here, a disciple from the outside gang came over and took them away.

Halfway up the mountain, the medicine old monster suddenly said: "I will give you half a month to recuperate from the injury, once the injury is healed, you have two choices, or follow me to retreat and practice, and concentrate on learning martial arts, but I may not have much time to guide you, or enter the young wolf village, that is where my lone wolf gang trains new disciples, if you can withstand the training, you will have a big gain, I will also be separated by half a year, I will guide your martial arts cultivation once, both have their own advantages and disadvantages, how to choose, you decide." ”

Zhao Ziming thought for a while and replied, "Pharmacist, I'll go into the Young Wolf Village." ”

If he hadn't had the experience six days ago, Zhao Ziming would definitely choose to follow the medicine old monster to cultivate, but the events of that day made him vaguely understand a truth: the way of martial arts, after all, still have to go by himself, if he doesn't enter the rivers and lakes, without training, I'm afraid it will be difficult to become a big weapon in the end.

The old medicine monster stroked his beard and smiled, very satisfied, and said: "As long as you can endure hardship, the old man promises that your achievements in the future will not be under me." ”

His face suddenly sank, as if he had thought of something, and said, "It's too early to tell you this, wait until you can get out of the wolf village, and then do some more planning." He turned around and walked back up the mountain.

Zhao Ziming followed, smiling bitterly in his heart, this master of his own is really moody.

The top of Jiuli Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist, the ancient trees are towering, the moss is paved, and the vines are spreading, Zhao Ziming turned left and right with the old monster of Yao, and suddenly felt that his eyes lit up, and he came to a courtyard.

The courtyard occupies a very wide area, there is a wall around it, you can't see the end at a glance, above the gate, there is a side of the horizontal flatten, the word "medicine hall" is written on it, the silver hook is drawn by iron, the momentum is solemn.

Before entering the door, a faint medicinal fragrance lingers on the tip of the nose, mixed with the aroma of mountain flowers, the freshness of the earth, and the refreshment of the spleen.

There were two people guarding outside the hospital, and when they saw the old medicine monster, they hurriedly greeted him, and then pushed open the courtyard door and shouted loudly: "Welcome to the old medicine!"

Its voice was like thunder, spreading throughout the entire courtyard, Zhao Ziming listened to it with awe-inspiring heart, the internal strength of these two people is really not low.

The old man walked into the courtyard, and saw dozens of boys in white kneeling on the ground and bowing in the open space in the courtyard, and said in unison: "Welcome to the old man!"

The medicine old monster pointed at Zhao Ziming beside him and said, "From now on, Qianming is your senior brother." ”

These white-clothed boys bow again, "Welcome Senior Brother!"

"Alright, let's go our separate ways. The medicine old monster waved his sleeve robe and led Zhao Ziming forward.

Zhao Ziming looked around curiously, in this vast courtyard, one side was full of bamboo baskets of different styles, which contained various medicinal materials that had been washed and processed, and on the other side, there were piles of untreated medicinal materials on the open space.

Obviously, those white-clothed boys are the medicine children who are in charge of this work.

Walking through the courtyards of the four entrances, there was such a scene everywhere, and Zhao Ziming somewhat understood why this place was named "Medicine Hall".

Coming to the last courtyard, there is no room here for drying and processing medicinal materials, and the area is much smaller, the medicine old monster pointed to the wing room on the west side, and said: "You can choose one of the rooms over there to live, there are only you and me here." With that, he went into his room.

In the next half a month, every day, there will be many bottles and jars of medicine from the medicine boy, all of which are all kinds of wound medicines, taken internally and externally, under this kind of luxurious treatment, Zhao Ziming's injuries really only took half a month, and they were all healed, and they didn't even leave a scar.

And when the time came, Yao Lao Monster also took Zhao Ziming to an independent manor at the foot of Jiuli Mountain.

This manor is the famous wolf village of the lone wolf gang, the wolf village takes the meaning of "chick", the age of the disciples entering the village shall not exceed thirteen, and the internal force shall not be higher than three layers, and the number of people is limited to one hundred, which can be reduced but not increased.

After the Zhuangzi is full, if you want to enter here, whether you are an inner disciple or an outer disciple, you must defeat one of the original disciples of Zhuangzhong in order to take his place, otherwise, even if there is an elder's recommendation, there is no hope of entering the village.

The old medicine monster told Zhao Ziming about the general rules and situation of the young wolf village, and left a sentence of "I will look for you in half a year", and floated away, as if he was not worried about whether Zhao Ziming could enter the village at all.

Meng Jian is in his fifties, with a square face, short black hair like steel needles, thick eyebrows, and no old age, he is one of the five elders of the Lone Wolf Gang, and controls the Young Wolf Village.

At this moment, he was staring with interest at a young man standing with his hands hanging down in the middle of the room.

The young man is handsome, and at first glance there is nothing special about him, but I don't know why the medicine old monster took a fancy to him, and he was accepted as a disciple.

Among the five elders of the Lone Wolf Gang, the medicine old monster is an alternative, ranking fourth, but his strength is one of the best, and he has first-hand medical skills, and he is deeply respected and admired by the gang, but he is withdrawn and rarely interacts with people, and the most amazing thing is that he never accepts apprentices.

The other four elders, all of whom were in groups, formed their own intricate factions, but the medicine old monster stayed alone in the medicine hall, no matter how many young handsome people came to apprentice, he would not accept anything.

There was even a time when an unlucky guy who was apprenticed somehow annoyed him and was poisoned by the strange insect ice jade silkworm he raised, and the "strange" name of the medicine old monster has been gone from then on.

So when the old medicine monster said that the young man in the field was his disciple, Meng Jian still couldn't believe it.

"But the rules of the young wolf village still have to be followed, even if you are the apprentice of the medicine old monster, it is no exception. Meng Jian took a sip of the teacup and thought so.

At this time, there was a knock on the door outside the house, "Gui Shi asks to see the elder." ”

Meng Jian put down the teacup, "Come in." ”

A short, thin, feminine-faced young man pushed the door in, saluted Meng Jian, stabbed his eyes sharply at Zhao Ziming, and asked, "The challenger is you?"

Zhao Ziming turned a blind eye to the hostility in his eyes, ignored it, and bowed to Meng Jian, "Elder, can you start?"

Meng Jian nodded, and said secretly: There is a personality, a bit of a stinky shelf of a medicine old monster.

Zhao Ziming clasped his fists and saluted, "Please advise." ”

The young man who called himself Gui Ten snorted coldly, and reluctantly returned the salute with a fist, "You'd better ......"

He wanted to say a few words to threaten the other party and tell the other party where he came from, so that the other party would retreat, but Zhao Ziming didn't give him a chance to finish, and he punched him in the chest.

Gui Shi can become a member of the young wolf village, although he is ranked last, but he also has two real kung fu, and his self-confidence is not inferior to others, he also punches out, and Zhao Ziming is-for-tat.

The two fists intersected, Zhao Ziming did not move at all, but Gui Shi staggered back a few steps, his face was shocked, and his bones hurt from the strong shock of the opponent's fist.

"No, this kid's internal strength is much stronger than mine, and he can't be an enemy. He made a judgment in an instant, he was also a smart person, and he walked in a circle around Zhao Ziming with strange steps.

Zhao Ziming is not in a hurry, he is engrossed, every time Gui Shi makes a move, he can always block in time, and the strong strength in his hand to counterattack will make Gui Shi cry bitterly.

It is not a long time to practice martial arts, although he has learned a set of footwork, but he is not a little hot, and he can't exert much power, but because of the defeat of the enemy, he showed his flaws, and was punched in the chest by Zhao Ziming, and lost the strength of the battle.

Meng Jian stood up, "Long Fei, go back, Qianming, in the future, you will be codenamed Gui Shi, now follow me to make a record." ”

The young wolf village is full of one hundred, divided into ten teams, ranked by ten days, ten people every day, the stronger the strength, the higher the ranking, the tenth represents the tenth of the team, Zhao Ziming won Long Fei, and replaced his code name.

Zhao Ziming already knew all these things, so he silently followed behind Meng Jian, as for that Long Fei, he didn't look at it again.

Long Fei looked at the back of Zhao Ziming leaving, a look of resentment rose in his eyes, and he said hatefully: "Qianming, dare to squeeze me out, I will let you not be able to mix in the Zhuangzi!"

Meng Jian handed over Zhao Ziming to a subordinate, and left, he was an elder, he would not ask about such a trivial matter as a newcomer entering the village, and he would meet Zhao Ziming in person, just because of the old monster of medicine, the matter is over, of course, there will be no more delays.

Zhao Ziming registered with Meng Jian's subordinates, received two sets of clothes, and was taken to a small courtyard.

This small courtyard is the residence of the Gui team, with five huts on the east and west sides, and signs with numbers on the doors.

Zhao Ziming first thanked Meng Jian's subordinate, and after the man left, he found the hut with the word "癸ten" written on the door plate, smiled slightly, pushed the door and walked in.

The furnishings in the room are simple, just a bed, a table, a stool, and a wooden frame with a basin.

Zhao Ziming put down the clothes he received, let out a long breath, he raised his head, his eyes seemed to pass through the roof, looking at the blue sky, "Father, mother, the child must practice hard, one day, I will slash the enemy and seek justice for you." ”

On a steep cliff on the mountainside of Jiuli Mountain, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old blue-shirted boy stood with a sword, and a gust of mountain wind blew, blowing a lock of long hair on his forehead.

The young man's eyes flashed, and with a "bang", the long sword was unsheathed, and his still body moved.

I saw the silver light rising, the sword shadow building, suddenly in front, in the back, connected into a piece, like waves, accompanied by bursts of clear sword sound, such swordsmanship, can be called amazing!

When the sword reached the emergency place, the young man suddenly let out a long roar, jumped up two feet, and rushed down, the long sword in his hand danced rapidly, really like a silver wave falling from the sky, and the weather was extraordinary.

Bite!

As soon as the sword shadow was retracted, the tip of the sword stood on a stubborn stone, and the blue-shirted young man pressed it lightly, and with the power of the sword body bending and rebounding, his body turned over beautifully, and fell steadily to the ground.

"Big brother, your Songtao swordsmanship is really getting more and more powerful!" Long Fei applauded.