In other words, by the lakeside, Mu Jiuyi stayed for a long time, got a set of strange old men with superb swordsmanship, got a set of mental methods to condense internal strength, got a strange sword that can drink human blood, and stole seven sets of sword duels, and the harvest is not small. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info And now around the bonfire, the wood ninety roasted is already the goldfish that ordinary people dream of. It's strange to say that this goldfish arrives, Mu Jiu Shi seems to have found a fish nest, and he can catch seventeen or eighteen a day, not to mention a hungry stomach, even if he goes out to sell it. And the old man never appeared again.

The next day, it was the assessment of the Tibetan Sword Villa to recruit disciples. Tibetan Sword Villa, the largest faction in the south of the Yangtze River, is not like the style of traditional sects, nor does it participate in the disputes between the rivers and lakes and the hegemony of the world, and the entire management is from top to bottom, like a family. But the difference is that there are miscellaneous disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, and personal disciples. The Tibetan Sword Villa is subdivided into the "Sword Hall", and most of the disciples in the sect are here, responsible for the guard of the villa and external battles, led by the second elder of the inner gate. The "Punishment Hall" is in charge of the punishment of disciples and the internal punishment of the villa, and is led by Wen Tian, the third elder of the inner gate. The "Bingjiatang" is responsible for forging weapons and guarding the sword mound, and is led by the four elders. The "Medicine Beast Hall" is responsible for collecting and refining medicines and hunting and training beasts, and is led by the five elders Wen Qi. And the Great Elder of the Tibetan Sword Villa heard that he was guarding the Hidden Scripture Pavilion, and few people saw it.

The area of the villa is quite large, covering an area of 10,000 hectares, facing Yangzhou, surrounded by lakes, like an easy place to defend and difficult to attack. There are nearly 10,000 disciples under the sect, all of whom are mainly sword-wielding, but they do not exclude other weapons, and they all give priority to the preferences of their disciples. And today's number one master is the owner Wen Jiansheng. The Tibetan Sword Villa recruits disciples once a year, and the inner gate only recruits eighty-one people each time, and the number of ninety-nine in the world. It's just that people who sign up every year come from all over the world, and even people from outside the fan, who never refuse, so there are more than 10,000 people who refer to it every year, which can be described as one in a thousand. And this year, due to the influence of the imperial court, the number of applicants is not less than 10,000. Tibetan Sword Villa has a wide range of activities, including piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, municipal agriculture and industry, and hundreds of martial arts.

Therefore, in addition to swordsmanship, there is also a "Juxian Hall" by Wen Tun, Wen Shan, Wen He, and the three supervisors are jointly managed to recruit talents from all walks of life in the world. The Juxian Hall recruits a wide range of visitors, receiving thousands of guests every year, so most of the people still come for this Juxian Hall. However, due to the rules of the Tibetan Sword Villa, there is only one of the two types of apprenticeship and entering the Juxian Hall, and the treatment of the two can be said to be different. The apprenticeship is the teaching and offering of the villa, and the Juxian Hall is to see the ability to do things to get money or status, Rao is so that every year to sign up for the Juxian Hall, no less than 100,000, most of them want to try their luck. After all, if you are talented in Juxian Hall, you don't have to worry about your life, but if you enter the Tibetan Sword Villa to learn martial arts, you will die.

The sky was slightly bright, and Mu Jiu drove the carriage to the entrance of the Tibetan Sword Villa. At this time, the wine in the carriage had been drunk, and there was only half a jar left. Mu Jiushi thought that he had gotten up early in the morning, but he never thought that the entrance of the Hidden Sword Villa was already full of people, and many people just set up sheds and slept on the street. For this, the Tibetan Sword Villa is accustomed to it and does not drive it away. At the end of the day, the gate of the Tibetan Sword Villa opened, and an old man in black clothes and white hair walked out with two swordsmen, the two swordsmen held swords on the right, and the left man pushed a small cart, which was filled with thick silk rolls. The old man picked up a thin silk scroll on the top, opened it and read: "Fellow martial artists, I am Wen Jin, the great elder of foreign affairs of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and now the Tibetan Sword Villa recruits eighty-one disciples, and thousands of guests. Those who sign up for the doorman assessment will enter from the mountain gate on the right and accept the assessment. I won't say much about the rules, I think everyone already understands, so go to both sides of the queue by yourself, sing your name, and take the waist card to enter by yourself. ”

At this time, more than 100 people came out of the gate of the villa, and each of them had a roll of silk in the cart, so they went to both sides and sang their names. After a long while, Mu Jiu finally heard his name. After drinking the last half of the jar of wine in the carriage, holding a rusty sword, a gourd pinned to his waist, and a package hanging on his back, Mu Jiuten walked into the sword gate. After entering the gate, there was a huge square, and a thousand disciples in Tsing Yi surrounded the city in a square. At this time, another black-clothed and white-haired old man shouted loudly on a one-meter-high platform: "Everyone stands in turn in the order they entered, a column of 100 people." Slowly, everyone arrived, and the old man in black drank again: "I am the fifth elder of foreign affairs, smell the soil, you can call me the soil elder, this time I came to participate in the assessment, a total of 10,102 people." Look around you, the people in green clothes are the outer disciples, a total of 2,000. I have 8,000 disciples outside the Hidden Sword Villa, and my Hidden Sword Villa has never left any wasters. These two thousand people are the worst among the outer disciples, and you have only one request, to kill them, or to be killed by them. There are more than 12,000 of you, and I only have 6,000 of them, and it's still too late to quit, otherwise, I won't have this opportunity. "Wow~" There was an uproar. After a while, many people retreated. Elder Tu shouted again: "Do you think my Tibetan Sword Villa is so easy to enter? I advise you, stay in the green mountains without fear of no firewood, there is no need to put your life here." If you want to go, just exit the same way. After a while, most of them left in the hustle and bustle, and in the end, less than 4,000 remained. "Very well," Elder Tu's voice came again. "Now the rules have been changed again, you still have about 4,000 people, and those who quit today will never be hired by Zangjian Villa. But do you think that the remaining 4,000 people will pass the level?" The people below just breathed a sigh of relief and were brought up by this sentence again, "Disciple of Tsing Yi, the 1,000 people with the worst skills are left." After a while, half of the 2,000 outer disciples left, "Now you still have 5,000, 5,000 of them, I only need 2,000, and I will give you a chance to quit, next time, you can't leave if you want to." "Elder Tu's words were a little threatening, but they were very effective. After a while, there were 4,000 people on the field, and another 2,000 left, and only 2,000 remained. "Very good, it seems that there are a lot of people who are not afraid of death, there are still two thousand here, the disciples of Tsing Yi, and then half of them go, and the worst five hundred people remain. "Another 500 Tsing Yi disciples left. "With the addition of my mountain village Tsing Yi disciples, there are about two thousand five hundred people, and I only need one thousand to enter the next level. The last thousand, intact, directly participate in the inner door assessment. If the injury is relatively mild, continue to participate in the outer disciple assessment after three days, and if the injury is serious or disabled, you can leave or stay as a miscellaneous disciple, which has been used later. The dead are incapable and deserve it. At the last minute of noon, the assessment ended. Now, the assessment begins!" The words fell, and the five hundred Tsing Yi disciples quickly hugged together, and the two thousand people who participated in the assessment, three in a group and five in a pile, did not realize what they were going to face.

Mu Jiu was holding a rusty sword, naturally no one paid attention to him, and he was not bored, so he found a corner and sat down, picked up the gourd and drank himself. At this time, another strange boy walked towards him. The young man took a wooden sword, with fourteen or two characters engraved on his left face, his eyes were sharp, and his body exuded a faint murderous aura. The young man sat down cross-legged beside Mu Jiuten, not saying a word. Mu Jiu didn't pay attention to him, and drank by himself. A voice suddenly came from the crowd: "I am Lu Tianming of the Lu family, all the colleagues who came to the assessment should be careful, I heard that there are many sets of sword formations in the Tibetan Sword Villa, presumably these Tsing Yi disciples will, they will not be willing if they don't kill us, we should form a group and kill five hundred of them first." Hearing this, many people nodded and said, "It turned out to be the son of the Lu family of the Liangguang literary heroes, and what Brother Lu said is very true, brothers, kill 500 of them first." The five hundred Tsing Yi disciples on the opposite side shouted loudly: "It's good to think, junior brothers, form a demon sword formation, and besiege and kill." "For a while, the sword light and sword shadow, all kinds of weapons were uneven, but most of them were still sword-based. At the beginning of the war, Mu Jiu and the boy with fourteen engraved on his face seemed to be ignored, and no one came to attack them. It didn't take long for the smell of blood to fill the air, which was disgusting, and the sword in Mu Jiuten's hand seemed to smell it as well, and it trembled. Mu Jiuten glanced at it and thought to himself, "Strange thing." Then he took the rusty sword with his hand. The boy still closed his eyes, unmoved.

Suddenly, a voice came: "Grandpa is working hard here, you two are good, sit next to you and wait, do you want to pick up the bargain? Grandpa will kill you two little ghosts first." A Guan knife slashed towards the young man, and Mu Jiu was about to raise his sword to block it, but he saw the young man's wooden sword flash, and the man who made the sword fell to the ground. At the mouth of the heart, blood stains slowly spread on the clothes. Mu Jiu said secretly in his heart: "What a fast sword." Seeing this, several other Tsing Yi disciples and several martial arts people who were participating in the assessment saw this situation, and they all stopped the fight and killed the young man and Mu Jiuten. Mu Jiuten frowned and stood up. And the young man, carrying a wooden sword, rushed forward. I only saw the shadow of the sword, but I didn't see the body of the sword, and this young man used a fast sword. And it is extremely fast, with the talent in the eyes of Mu Jiuten, he can only capture five or six points. He blocked the attack of 6 people at this time, you come and go, tea time, all 6 people were killed, all of them died with broken hearts. The young man glanced at Mu Jiuyi, and then glanced at the sword in his hand, with some memories in his eyes, and some pity. Mu Jiu was inexplicably surprised, and thought to himself: "Could it be that he thinks I am a poor man, and he wants to ascend to the sky with a broken sword? The boy walked away quickly, and Mu Jiu was a little speechless. Seeing the young man walking away, the two Tsing Yi disciples stepped forward, and Mu Jiuyi drank sullenly: "Damn, I think the young master is a bully, right?" said to the sword in his hand: "Don't you like to drink blood, the young master will take you to open the meat today." A rusty sword was drawn, and in the blink of an eye, there were two more corpses on the ground. The rusty sword was unsheathed, and Mu Jiu Shi looked at the young man, the young man's eyes were dumbfounded, which made Mu Jiu Shi quite proud, and the eyes that looked at the young man revealed: "What's the matter, the little master is awesome." ”

After noon, the scorching sun made the school field, which was sprinkled with blood, a little stinky. A disciple in Tsing Yi walked up to Elder Tu, "Elder, the time has come. Elder Tu, who was napping on the stage, slowly opened his eyes, got up and said, "When the hour comes, stop." Come on, points. The crowd separated on both sides, with the Tsing Yi disciple standing on the left and the reference disciple standing on the right, as if the two camps were opposed. After a while, a disciple in Tsing Yi stepped forward: "There are still 1,164 people who survived, 204 who were seriously injured, 850 who were lightly injured, and 110 people who were intact." Among them, there are 330 disciples in Tsing Yi, and the others are reference disciples. After hearing this, Elder Tu spoke again: "You have all heard, the 204 who were seriously injured were willing to stay as miscellaneous disciples, and those who were unwilling were given ten taels of silver per person in the villa and left on their own." Those who are slightly injured will participate in the outer disciple assessment three days later and live in the villa. In the end, you are not injured, you are very good, walk through the school yard from behind me, and a disciple will lead you to rest and participate in the inner gate assessment tomorrow. Now let's disperse. ”

The Tibetan Sword Villa is so big that you can't see the whole leopard without entering. The miscellaneous disciples of the Tibetan Sword Villa live in a room of 6 people, side by side, according to the different miscellaneous errands, the silver varies from 2 to 5 taels per month, and a set of basic swordsmanship of the Tibetan Sword Villa is imparted, wearing red clothes, and there is hope to enter the outer door at the end of the year.

There are 4 outer disciples in one room, relatively columned, according to the division of labor, such as 5-10 taels of silver per month. You can get a third-class low-grade weapon Qinggang Sword in the Armor Hall, and you can receive various level 1-3 tasks issued by the villa from the Outer Gate Foreign Affairs Elder, and there are various rewards for completing them. Every year, you can also learn a human-level exercise in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, wear green clothes, and enter the inner door at the end of the year if you succeed in the assessment.

Inner disciples, two people live in one room. There is a small courtyard, for example, 20 taels of silver per month, and you can get a second-class inferior weapon cold light sword in the Bingjia Hall. Every year, you can receive one prefecture-level exercise and two human-level exercises in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. You can also get five pills in the medicine hall, and get level 4-6 tasks at the inner door to get rewards, and wear white clothes.

And then there is the disciple of the pro-family, which needs to worship the master of the four halls or the owner of the village as a teacher, personally accept it, enjoy fifty taels of silver a month, you can recruit two sword attendants, and the books of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion can read three prefecture-level exercises every year, and ten human-level exercises. The medicine hall distributes twenty pills every month, and you can take level 7-9 tasks from your master, and you have a small courtyard alone, so you don't feel comfortable. The most important thing is to ask for a first-class weapon in the sword mound as a self-defense, wearing purple clothes.

Mu Jiu and the boy with fourteen carved on his face were separated. The young man lay on the bed, not saying a word, and Mu Jiu Shi also leaned on the bed, drinking the wine from the gourd. The atmosphere was a little awkward, and Mu Jiu Shi opened his mouth first: "My name is Mu Jiu Shi, what is your name? The young man opened his eyes and sat up: "Fourteen, your sword is very powerful. "After all, they are all teenagers, and after opening up the conversation, naturally there are not so many suspicions, after all, everyone is now a goal. Mu Jiu Shi shook the wine gourd in his hand and asked, "Do you want to drink?" Fourteen frowned, as if he didn't know how to refuse, so he had to nod. Mu Jiu threw the wine gourd over, and Fourteen raised his head and took a big sip. "Ahem, cough, cough~" Mu Jiu Shi saw this and covered his stomach, "Hahahaha" laughed, "You don't know how to drink?" Fourteen was embarrassed, and threw the wine gourd back. "It's okay, you get used to it after drinking too much, how old are you?" Fourteen agreed: "Fourteen." Lying down again, Mu Jiu Shi said: "I'm sixteen, I'll call my brother in the future, brother will take care of you eating and drinking, hahahaha, you don't know how to drink, hahahaha~" Obviously, Mu Jiu Shi was still laughing at him about that, and Fourteen didn't bother to pay attention to him, closing his eyes and not knowing what he was thinking.

In the main hall of the Tibetan Sword Villa, Wen Jiansheng opened his mouth and asked, "How is it this year?" Standing below were the five foreign affairs elders of Wen Jin, Wen Mu, Wen Shui, Wen Huo, and Wen Tu, as well as the three directors of Juxian Hall, Wen Tun, Wen Shan, and Wen He. Wen Jin said: "Master of the village, in today's assessment of the Sword Gate, all 204 people who were seriously injured were left to do miscellaneous labor, 4 died without being saved, and 200 remained." 850 people with minor injuries will wait for the assessment in three days, and the 110 people who are not injured will participate in the internal assessment tomorrow. When the words fell, Director Wen Tun stepped forward: "Master of the village, here in Juxian Hall, a total of 3,110 people have passed the preliminary examination today. Wen Jiansheng was surprised: "Oh, why are there so few, aren't there 100,000 people coming to test my Juxian Hall this year?" Wen swallowed his neck: "Master Zhuang, it's like this, that." This year, more than half of the customers who took the piano test accounted for the door, and most of them came to the young lady. And Miss Qin Yi was watching over there, and it turned out to... Not a single one. Wen Jiansheng smiled bitterly, "I don't blame you for this, it's okay, if it's gone, it's gone, anyway, there are not many people left in the villa, and they still have to be sent to various places for layout." ”

Wen Jiansheng waved his hand to disperse them, and as if he suddenly thought of something, he asked: "Are there any outstanding seedlings in the exam at the Sword Gate this time?" Wen Tu stepped forward and said, "I saw a few, one is a young man who wields a fast sword, dressed in black, with a scar on his face, engraved with fourteen two words. It is estimated that he is only fourteen or fifteen years old, and his internal strength seems to be only third-rate, but his swordsmanship is extremely clever, and it should be a heaven-level high-grade swordsmanship "Fast Sword". "Oh?" Wen Jian was interested: "Demon cave disciple, hehe, don't be embarrassed, just do what you want." Hearing the voice, he said: "There is another person, Lu Tianming, the son of the Liangguang literary family." This time, I also passed the first hurdle unscathed, and the kung fu was not bad. "Oh, this is strange, his Lu family Lu Wen has always looked down on me and other martial artists, how did he get his son to come to me, and he actually paid it back, it's really strange, strange." But it's okay that it's fine, otherwise it's strange that the old guy wouldn't be looking for me desperately. Forget it, don't care about him, who else?" Wen Tu took over: "The owner of the village said that he was laughing, and there was a young man named Mu Jiuten." When Wen Jiansheng heard this name, he narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you say?" Wen Tu replied: "This young man has been drinking since he came in and started fighting, and he has not stopped. And while fighting, he sat in the corner and continued to drink. The sword in his hand was rusty, but it was unusually sharp. He, like the boy named Fourteen, was killed with one move, but he used the most ordinary basic swordsmanship. Wen Jiansheng asked again: "Basic swordsmanship, rusty sword, drinking all the time, there are really a lot of strange things this year." What is this young man's skills?" Wen Tu's face was a little embarrassed: "Master Zhuang, I didn't see it, he didn't have any internal strength to kill, it all relied on swordsmanship." That's right, basic swordsmanship. It seems that they all grasp the flaws in the opponent's sword moves and kill them with one move. Wen Jiansheng was really interested: "Just do what you want, treat it normally, you go down first." "The crowd said yes. Wen Jiansheng looked at the people who left, and he didn't know what he was thinking.