"Uncle Xiaoshi, Uncle Xiaoshi, you are famous! You are famous!"

Early the next morning, the Yuzhu Peak of Wudang Mountain had just ushered in the first rays of sunshine that broke through the clouds, and Lu Zijiao couldn't wait to run to the grass house to find the little uncle Mu Sanqian.

When I arrived in front of me, I saw that the thatched hut where the little uncle lived was only a dozen steps away from the master's thatched hut, and suddenly remembered that the master who had a straight face all day long and made almost the entire Wudang was afraid of three points also lived in the thatched hut in a single courtyard, so he immediately stopped tiptoeing over, paying attention to the master's thatched hut from time to time, and waited for a long time before he dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Junior, are you up?"

Lu Zijiao gently slammed the door.

"Uncle Junior?"

Lu Zijiao's voice was as small as a mosquito, and he only dared to open his mouth to speak by pressing his chubby face against the crack of the door, for fear that he would be listened to by the master if he accidentally made too much noise.

Yesterday, I went directly to the Danfang to find Uncle Guo when I went out from Uncle Xiao's place, and Uncle Guo has been on the mountain for many years, thinking that I could let him help give an idea, so that Uncle Xiao, who has just entered Wudang, can pass the test of the door test, at least he must be divided into the inner door to practice with everyone.

Who knew that Senior Brother Guo was very puzzled when he heard that Senior Brother Mu Sanqian was going to take the door test with others when he first entered Wudang. According to common sense, those who are eligible to participate in the entrance examination must stay in the mountain for at least three years, diligently cultivate the internal skills, and build a good foundation. If the little junior brother started counting from the beginning with the master, it would not take more than three months to complete the full count now. Let the little junior disciple who has been with the master for less than three months go to take the exam with other disciples who have been practicing for three years, I really don't know what the uncle in charge thinks.

The people on the mountain know that the door test is divided into two parts: civil and military, and the junior brother of the martial arts test will definitely not be able to compare with them, so if you want to have a passable result, you can only start with the literary test.

But the essay test has always been asked by the senior brother and is responsible for evaluating the scores, and you want to do something under the eyes of the senior brother?

Guo Datie didn't think about it, and said that he couldn't help.

Lu Zijiao thought about it, with Uncle Guo's honest character, it's okay for you to let him keep hitting iron for three days, you let him cheat for Uncle Xiao, or cheat under the nose of Senior Brother, it's better to kill him directly.

There was nothing to gain from Uncle Guo, and Lu Zijiao wanted to try again, so he went to find the second uncle Shang Rong.

Who knew that as soon as I went to Guansong Cliff, I found that it was surrounded by outer disciples and Taoists who were cultivating and studying on the mountain for some reason. They almost surrounded the small Guansong Cliff, and Lu Zijiao heard them talking about something.

"Why are you all gathered here, what's going on?"

Although Lu Zijiao is a head shorter than Mu Sanqian's generation, for others, Lu Zijiao's status as Junior Uncle Lu is not low.

The outer disciples and some Taoist priests scattered when they saw Lu Zijiao coming, and let him in.

"It's Uncle Shang Rong's chess game, this big guy is practicing in front of Taihe Palace Square, and suddenly he saw the light of the back mountain, everyone ran over to see the excitement, and when they came to Guansong Pavilion, they saw that it was Uncle Shang Rong's chess game, which had changed. ”

There was a Taoist priest who told Lu Zijiao the reason for the incident.

The empty Lu Zijiao who spoke had already squeezed into the crowd, and the stone chessboard on the stone table was still quietly placed in place, the difference was that there were originally two kinds of black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, but now only the white pieces were still on the chessboard, and the black chess pieces were all recovered.

Uncle Mu Sanqian once said that this game of chess is not difficult at all, because black chess is a mortal situation, and no matter how hard you struggle to face white, which has already gained momentum, you will not be able to reverse the slightest situation. The most important thing to do in such a chess game is to throw in and admit defeat, and it is a big deal to restart the game.

Senior Brother Shang Rong has been facing a losing chess game for ten years, which is already a well-known thing on Wudang Mountain, but he suddenly abandoned the chess game on this day, which will definitely make everyone feel curious.

"Uncle Shang Rong really listened to Uncle Xiao's words and gave up breaking the game?"

Lu Zijiao couldn't help but mutter, he accompanied Mu Sanqian to watch the pine cliff, watched the black and white chess game, and met Uncle Shang Rong, he was the one who witnessed almost all the facts.

"Uncle Junior Master, Uncle Ancestor of Master Zhang, has taken the disciples collected at the bottom of the mountain up the mountain?"

Someone next to him heard Lu Zijiao's chatter and asked how the situation was.

"It's Uncle Xiao who has gone up the mountain. ”

Lu Zijiao said a word, but it exploded in the crowd.

"Have you heard, Uncle Zhang's newly accepted disciple has just gone up the mountain!"

"Yes, yes, this little uncle is really powerful, just went up the mountain to help Uncle Shang Rong break the chess game that he couldn't solve for ten years!"

"Have you heard of it too? Our new little uncle is simply a fairy figure, and he broke the chess game that Shang Rong's uncle and ancestor had been puzzled for ten years in a few clicks!"

The three of them became tigers, and Mu Sanqian, as the youngest of Chen Changming's generation, was soon rumored to be a three-headed, six-armed and omnipotent immortal after going up the mountain.

After going back, Lu Zijiao could hear someone talking about Mu Sanqian everywhere he went, but he didn't know that it was his unintentional sentence that became the first sign.

Woo Yo –

Lu Zijiao knocked on the door again, but he didn't expect that the wooden door was just hidden, and he opened it by himself with a little force.

"Uncle Junior?"

The windows in the house are bright and clean, the bright yellow tea in a purple sand water cup coming over on the table has long been cold, the bedding on the small bed is neat, and there is no one in the empty room.

"It's really strange, where did the little uncle go early in the morning?"

Lu Zijiao touched his head and muttered in his mouth.

Mu Sanqian, who had never left Disha in ten years, knew for the first time in Wudang that he still had the problem of choosing a bed.

At the end of the night, I slept for almost four or five hours, and when I woke up, I could even see the faint stars in the sky and a vague moon through the window.

So Humu Sanqian got up early and followed the bluestone path all the way to the back mountain.

The grass and trees are lush and the air is fresh, and when he arrived at the top of the back mountain, he found a clean place to sit down, and then began to recite in his heart the man's internal skills taught him the entrance trick.

After coming out of the dragon cave, because of the injury, the body has always been relatively weak, and it is difficult to cheer up, so the breathing and breathing that he has long been accustomed to for a long time stopped, and it was not until he was close to Wudang that he got better.

Mu Sanqian relaxed his body, and opened all the tricks in his body with his mind, he could clearly feel that his body had somehow become extremely sensitive, whether the surrounding qi was weak or not, and the circulation and exchange in his body were almost instantaneous, and he could clearly feel it in his consciousness.

Then Mu Sanqian tried to guide the qi from the outside world to enter the body through the acupuncture veins.

But when the qi machine arrived, the acupuncture veins in front of it suddenly closed tightly, and it seemed that the qi of the outside world was particularly repulsive.

What's going on?

Mu Sanqian couldn't help but feel puzzled, and tried again.

The acupuncture points in the body are like having their own consciousness, and they refuse to accept the outside qi in the slightest.

I tried a few more times but it didn't work. Mu Sanqian lost some patience, and simply accelerated the speed of the operation in his body and increased the guidance of the external qi machine. The originally quiet flow of the back mountain qi suddenly changed regularly, with Mu Sanqian as the center, the rich qi machine slowly flowed around, and after a while, even the clouds above Mu Sanqian's head were affected by the movement of the qi engine, and a qi machine rose to the sky in the center, and Mu Sanqian was extremely risky to infuse the surrounding qi into all the acupuncture veins above and below his body at the same time!

"It's stupid. ”

Not far away, someone suddenly snorted coldly.

ps: Writing a story that I still read is really a big burden for me, who is shooting cocks and lions in my job, and I don't have enough time. But I can't help but like it, and when I see that you like me, I stay up late to write books, and I laugh. It's worth it, really. Thank you for accommodating me who is as slow as a snail, thank you. Finally, this is the last week on the new book list, if you have a vote, please vote for some, and you can often meet you after the end of the new book list.