Chapter 125 The Lingshan faction accepts apprentices for five years, and those who are destined treat them differently

Lingshan Sword School, under Miaoling Mountain.

The five-year general election begins.

All the big sects are extremely strict in accepting disciples, not just a young man, full of bold words, vowing to eliminate violence and peace, sacrificing his life to cut off the crooked ways of the world, or the family is very miserable, how pitiful his life is, if he can't join the sect, he will kneel and die in front of the mountain gate, etc., and the sect will compromise and accept disciples.

Today, at the foot of the mountain, thousands of ambitious people gathered, but the notice under the mountain only accepted 50 people.

Among them, there are young men who are graceful and dignified without losing their iron bones; there are righteous men who carry big swords and have already practiced martial arts but are willing to start from scratch; there are women who are proud and heroic and have the courage to be as good as men; there are sons with three or five servants who have thousands of dollars around their waists; and there are scholars who are full of patches and do not take money for their meals, and they do not lose their integrity when they are down.

Looking up, around the main peak of Miaoling, thousands of silver shining scales fly around the mountain, sometimes drilling into the white clouds, sometimes embellished with blue sky.

On this day, in addition to accepting disciples, there is also the beauty of publicizing that the Lingshan Sword Sect is all sword immortals. Therefore, all the disciples who can resist the sword must fly around the mountain with the sword and create a magical power for the upper and lower people to see.

The people under the mountain also came to watch the wonders of this five-year time, and they were amazed in their mouths, stretched out their thumbs to praise the sword intent of the Lingshan Sword School, saying that the people here are outstanding and spiritual, and they are talented from all over the world. Of course, in his heart, he is more proud of the ancestral house chosen by his ancestors, living at the foot of Miaoling Mountain, just feeling the breath of Miaoling Mountain, he can not invade all evils and prolong his life.

Dozens of disciples of the Lingshan Sect have come to organize the order, and the leader of them is Geng Yujie, the senior brother of the three generations of disciples of the Lingshan Sect with a two-finger-wide white beard, who looks good. Instrument Yu Xuanang.

When everyone is registered, it is the primary selection assessment. Choose people who are suitable for martial arts, people who are easy to cultivate internal strength with wide meridians, people who are generous in speech and demeanor, and people who have their own unique views on kendo swordsmanship.

After two days of primary elections, as many as 100 people remained. The rest of the people will give them a small amount of money to send them home, and if there is any unreasonable trouble, or if they want to apprentice to the teacher, the Lingshan faction will resolutely drive them away.

In the early morning of the third day, still under the auspices of Geng Yujie, the remaining 100 disciples to be selected were already one in ten handsome disciples. Everyone who knows how to be knowledgeable has long since lost the hustle and bustle of yesterday.

Today, Geng Yujie just organized the team, but he never said how to choose today.

After a stick of incense. People noticed that from the Miaoling Mountain, a man came from the sword. With the ethereal Wonderful Spirit Mountain and thousands of self-spinning flying swords as the background, how can the fairy characters ride alone with a sword?

When this person got closer, he saw that this fairy figure was very young, standing on top of the flying sword, holding a large bowl in his left hand, and holding chopsticks in his right hand while eating the food in the bowl and drinking the soup in the bowl.

When you fly ten feet away from everyone, you can just drink the last mouthful of soup. The man rolled over and jumped down. His body was as light as a tail in the air, and he shook his hand and threw the chopsticks upward. He naughtily rolled dozens of laps before landing steadily. The flying sword he was stepping on left in the air on its own. The bowl stands on the sword, and the chopsticks fall on the bowl in unison.

"Greetings to Uncle Shi. Geng Yujie and the other dozens of Lingshan Sword Sect disciples saluted the young man.

"Haha, it's all polite, Yujie nephew, how is the selection?" The young man happily clasped his hands around his chest and strode up to look at the crowd with interest. It's like Ishii rushing to see the excitement. There is no half-point master demeanor who has just descended from the mountain.

While pacing around, he chatted with Geng Yujie about the process of selecting people in the past two days. It's just that I was too close to everyone to smell the fragrant mutton soup on the young uncle's body, which made people feel good in their mouths when they smelled it.

Naturally, everyone did not squint, and they did not dare to lose their eyes.

Geng Yujie and other disciples in the sect only knew. This young uncle's name is Zhao Si, he has only been in the school for a few years, and he is the only one who has not been elected by the sect for hundreds of years, but has been included in the Lingshan faction.

For some reason, that year, he carried his lame father up the mountain on his back, carrying a basket of cold haggis soup and flour cakes, and he was accepted as a closed disciple by the head of the family.

This Fourth Uncle Zhao really has a unique view of swordsmanship, in just a few years, his kung fu has improved rapidly, and it is no worse than Geng Yujie's kung fu who has practiced Lingshan sword for forty years. The old head Xia Yunhai is really discerning, and after a few decades, this little apprentice Zhao Si will definitely shine on the lintel.

The next careful selection was done by Uncle Zhao Si himself.

This group of disciples, according to the rules of the sect, will be the fourth generation of disciples of the Lingshan Sect, a generation younger than Geng Yujie.

Zhao Si distributed an iron sword to each of them, and competed with Zhao Si one by one. Of course, it's not really a martial arts competition, but a slow sword comparison.

In the entire Lingshan faction, only this Zhao Si is the most unique sword move, and he has found another way, not only inheriting the thousand-year-old inheritance of the Lingshan faction, but also improving a lot of details. The old head Xia Yunhai has praised Zhao Si many times, and only has the words "carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future".

Therefore, this time Zhao Si came to choose people, and the choice was to see who had his own unique views on kendo.

Each person compares hundreds of moves, and it only depends on how the individual responds under Zhao Si's exquisite swordsmanship. Zhao Si gave each person an evaluation of 100 texts, and if it was less than 60 texts, it would be eliminated directly, and if it was more than 60 texts, it would be sorted from high to bottom.

Approaching dusk, all 100 people completed the competition. Most of them are in their sixties and seventies. There are more than 80 literati, a total of 6 people, 3 people with 82 texts, one person with 84 texts, one person with 85 texts, and one person with a high score of 96 texts by Zhao Si.

In the end, in order from top to bottom, the top fifty joined the Lingshan faction and worshiped under Geng Yujie's generation of disciples.

Zhao Si completed the task, jumped on the bright silver simple sword, pointed to the blade of the sword, the bowl and chopsticks bounced, the bowl was held by Zhao Si in his hand, and the chopsticks were inserted into the belt behind his back without relenting. Zhao Si turned around and said to the young man with a unique sword heart in his eyes, "What's your name?"

The man hurriedly clenched his fists and replied, "Back to Uncle Hui, the disciple's name is Duan Changqing." ”

"How old are you this year?" Zhao Si asked with a smile.

"The disciple has one in twenty this year. Duan Changqing didn't dare to answer in the slightest.

"Twenty-one, just right, as old as me, my name is Zhao Si. When you get to the mountains, you have time to come to me, and I will treat you to a bowl of haggis soup. "Let's say, Fourth Senior Uncle Zhao formed a sword and flew away, as fast as a streamer, and in a blink of an eye, he reached the top of Miaoling Peak.

All the disciples who can join the Lingshan Sword Sect are people with active minds, and Uncle Zhao Si asked Duan Changqing to drink haggis soup, naturally he looked at him differently and wanted to teach him some subtle tricks privately.

Some people just have a good fate, and before they have even gone up the mountain, they are taken special care by their elders.

Duan Changqing, as the first in this selection, naturally worshiped under Geng Yujie, the senior brother of the three generations of disciples. Duan Changqing peeked at him, the master he had just worshipped. Geng Yujie shook his head helplessly and smiled, the little uncle took care of him in front of him, how dare he, a nephew, stop his apprentice from eating Xiaozao.

It seems that there is a reason why some people can quickly become better than blue, just like Zhao Si, just like Duan Changqing not long after. (To be continued.) )