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Li Ruoyun looked down on these orphans a little, although they were disappointed, they only felt that the moves were so simple, but they were extremely serious when they practiced, and they did not slack off because of this. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She stayed here for two days, and when she saw that they had fully learned, she nodded to herself.

Although some of these children are not very smart, they are better than the tenacity of the surname, and they are willing to work hard and hard.

Song Sanzi practiced hard, got up early in the morning, practiced the trick for an hour, then had breakfast, began to study literature, half an hour of literacy, and then an hour of listening.

Song Xueyan is very eloquent, telling some legendary stories and fascinating, and they listen intently and pay full attention.

This is to make them understand that after all, they have not read books and have too little experience.

In the morning, they feel that the time passes in the blink of an eye, and in the afternoon, they don't care about them anymore and can arrange their own arrangements.

Most of them are practicing the trick of changing words.

When I started practicing, I felt extremely tired, but later, the more I practiced, the more comfortable my body became, I was in a happy mood, and I couldn't stop, and I was very addicted.

Moreover, they gradually pay attention to this trick, but after three or four days of kung fu, they can faintly feel that their bodies have changed, the amount of food has become larger, and their strength has increased greatly.

A month later, they did not change much on the surface, they still looked thin, there was no sign of strength, the inside had been turned upside down, their strength had increased greatly, a hundred catties of boulders could be easily lifted, their bodies were soft as babies, and their endurance was extremely strong.

When Song Xueyan and the others went to the martial arts training ground in the back garden, the most common scene was that they were walking around holding a hundred-pound stone, laughing and playing.

The two of them were amazed, the master was really a god, a set of simple moves, there was such a miraculous effect, and their hearts were quite itchy, and they also wanted to learn it.

But for some reason, they always can't learn, put on the same posture as them, and feel the breath in their bodies is agitated, scurrying between the internal organs, feeling uncomfortable, and almost wanting to go crazy.

They all have wisdom, and immediately stopped, knowing that this set of martial arts is probably designed for men, and when Song Xueyan went back to ask the second master, she realized that this set of changes is mentioned before the practice, and there can be no internal strength, otherwise, there will be conflicts.

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Two months later, Song Xueyan called them to her and said in a coquettish voice, "Now that you have succeeded in your practice, you can go and find the Master." ”

"Sister Song, do you want to drive us away?" Song Sanzi hurriedly shouted.

They are now dressed in coarse cloth clothes, which are simple but quite fitted, and their bodies now, even if they are naked, do not feel cold in the winter.

In other words, although he was dressed simply and his appearance was ordinary, there was a vigorous and heroic spirit between his eyebrows, and his aura was magnificent, faintly extraordinary.

"Forgot what the second master said to you?!" Song Xueyan glanced at him and said coquettishly.

"Hehe......" Song Sanzi scratched his head, quite embarrassed.

It's very comfortable to live here, and I can't bear to change, but I can't be a big chivalrous guest in this life, and I'm really sorry, and I'm struggling in my heart.

Song Xueyan said coquettishly: "You go and try your luck first, can you worship under the Master, if you are unlucky, it is not too late to come back." ”

"But, Sister Song, we can't bear you and Sister Zhang!" Song Sanzi said, his expression was sincere, and his eyes were full of reluctance.

"Silly boy, when you are a teacher, you can come back to see us!" Song Xueyan chuckled, stretched out her slender jade finger, and tapped his forehead.

They nodded, but their faces were full of reluctance.

Song Xueyan smiled, like a blooming spring flower, shook her head, got up and walked to the bookcase, and took down a long and narrow box from the top, faint purple, engraved with cloud patterns, revealing an indescribable mysterious atmosphere.

Song Xueyan's snow-white jade hand gently lifted the lid of the box, took out a moon-white silk scroll from the inside, put it on the Eight Immortals table in the center, untied the silk thread, and slowly unfolded it.

A topographical map was displayed in front of everyone, mountains, rivers, towns and jungles, everything, and at first glance, they did not know what it was, because they had never seen anything like it.

"This is a map of the mountains and rivers painted by the master!" Song Xueyan gently stroked the moon-white silk, cautiously, like an arch.

"What is the map of the mountains and rivers?" Song Sanzi still asked first.

"Look, this is Chengdu City!" Song Xueyan glanced at him, and the white and tender jade pointed to a small picture of one of the cities, and then pointed: "This is the Emei faction, this is our Shuiyun faction." ”

Everyone was lying on the table, looking at it intently, and one of them looked up and asked, "Sister Song, why don't we have Liujiazhai?"

"Stupid, it's that Liujiazhai is too small, look, Chengdu City is so big!" a child glanced at him and said.

Song Xueyan glanced at him, he immediately put away his triumphant expression, lowered his head honestly, and pretended to continue watching.

Song Xueyan shook her head and smiled, nodded and said: "Liujiazhai is indeed too small to draw on the map, however, there is another map, come and say that I have a chance, and then show it to you, it is the topographic map of our entire Sichuan." ”

Then, she patted her jade palm and said in a coquettish voice: "This picture, the various major sects of martial arts are marked on it, you can take a look, which sect you want to worship, and choose at will." ”

"That'...... , are we going by ourselves?" Song Sanzi asked busily.

"That's nature!" Song Xueyan opened her eyes back, showing a natural expression, and said with a coquettish smile: "If you can't do this little thing well, how can you become a hero?!"

The crowd nodded and fell silent, they had suffered since childhood, and they knew how difficult it was to walk, and they were worried at the thought of having to walk so far.

"This is the first test for you!" Song Xueyan said in a delicate voice, encouraging in a tone, and said coquettishly: "If you can pass, it will be a carp leaping into the dragon gate from now on...... If you are afraid of hardships and difficulties, you can also not go out and stay in the village. ”

In the end, they each chose a sect, Wudang, Shaolin, Huashan, Kongtong, etc., each of the six major sects had their own choice, and Song Xueyan did not intervene, just looked at it with a smile.

Song Sanzi chose the Huashan faction.

Before leaving, Song Xueyan handed him a letter and said with a smile: "You will choose!"

Song Sanzi is inexplicable, the reputation of the Huashan faction is not strong now, because of the relationship between Xian Yutong, and even the prestige has plummeted, and the new head is an unknown young man.

But Song Sanzi has a soft spot for swords, among the six major schools, Wudang is the best in the world with swordsmanship, but Song Xueyan has made it clear that Wudang is extremely strict in accepting apprentices, and the examination of the hearts and surnames of disciples is extremely strict, and it is extremely difficult to enter the Wudang faction, and it is not recommended.

So he chose the Huashan faction.

Song Xueyan took out a letter from her towering arms, handed it to him with a faint fragrance, and said in a coquettish voice: "Oh, this is the master's handwriting, you go to the Huashan faction, first try to see if you can get started, if you refuse, you can hand over this letter, and you can worship under the Huashan gate." ”

Song Sanzi was overjoyed, with this letter, he must have gotten his wish, and a golden avenue seemed to appear in front of him.

"Go, be careful on the road!" Song Xueyan patted him on the shoulder, smiled coquettishly, and turned to leave.

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Huashan faction

Huashan is known as the first mountain in the world, composed of a whole piece of granite, the momentum is solemn, worthy of the name of Xiyue.

When Song Sanzi appeared at the foot of Mount Hua, his face was full of dust, his body was not as thin as the original, but he had changed a little, and the heroic spirit between his eyebrows was stronger.

The clothes are a little shabby, and when worn on the body, it looks even more magnificent, and it is difficult to hide the heroic spirit.

The acquaintance of the Huashan faction was a young swordsman, and when he saw this little guy standing there and not moving, he kept looking at it, and his heart was strange, so he stepped forward, bowed his hand, and said with a smile: "Little brother, but you want to go to our faction?"

"This senior brother is polite!" Song Sanzi clasped his fists and arched his hands, followed the frame of the rivers and lakes, and said loudly: "This eldest brother is polite, the kid has long admired the name of the Huashan faction, and wants to become a disciple of the Huashan faction, I don't know if it will succeed?"

The acquaintance was very young, not a few years older than him, and he was already quite eye-catching when he was put here to hone, and seeing that although he was dressed in tatters, he was magnificent, and he knew that he must not be a mortal thing, so he shook his head quite gently: "Our sect does not accept disciples now, and the little brother is going to run for nothing." ”

"Why?!" Song Sanzi was in a hurry.

"Huh...... , I don't know below. Zhike shook his head, still speaking softly.

Song Sanzi rolled his eyes, and helplessly took out the letterhead from his arms, he didn't want to use it, he wanted to become a disciple of the Huashan faction with his own skills, but he didn't expect that the world was changeable and often unexpected.

"Here's a letter, which Big Brother Troubles will help pass on to your master. With that, he carefully handed the letterhead to the eyes of the intellectual.

Zhike took it, glanced at it, and when he saw Xiao Nanqiu's three words, his heart jumped, and he hurriedly smiled: "Please wait, little brother, and hand it over right away!"

After that, he performed light skills and ran towards the mountain like a smoke, for Xiao Nanqiu, he was like thunder, and he knew that the stakes were very high.

On the back mountain of Huashan Sect, on a flat boulder, Yue Jingting was practicing his sword.

The boulder seems to look down on the deep cliff below, and the steaming clouds slowly float up from the deep valley, like white clouds, holding the boulder in the air.

The sword light is like practice, like electricity, he sways freely, and has won the three of the Huashan swordsmanship, even if it is rarely resurrected, it is inferior.

Every time he recalls the figure of Xiao Yuesheng dancing the sword in his mind, he has an understanding, and he often has a sense of sudden realization when he uses it to confirm his swordsmanship.

The disciples of Huashan were dissatisfied with this new leader, but since they saw his swordsmanship, there was no other voice, and they all admired and admired.

Therefore, Yue Jingting is very grateful to Xiao Yuesheng, and there is no way to repay the grace of recreation, so he can only temporarily keep it in his heart and find an opportunity to repay it in the future.

"Master, master!" suddenly heard the shout of the old man in the distance, like Hoshimaru throwing an arrow, and it came to him in a blink of an eye.

"Master Ancestor ......" Yue Jingting put away his sword and stood up, turning to look.

The old man stopped his figure, his clothes fluttered, and he handed over the letterhead in his hand: "There is a young man under the mountain who brought a letter over!"

Yue Jingting put the sword back in his sheath, took it with both hands, and asked, "I don't know whose letter it is......"

"Ah, it's Mr. Xiao!" he blurted out when he saw the words on the envelope, and his spirit was shocked, and he hurriedly turned around and walked back, where it was windy, so as not to be accidentally blown away.

The two came to the small pavilion next to him, he carefully tore open the envelope, unfolded the thin plain paper, glanced at it a few times, and couldn't help laughing.

"Master, I don't know what happened to Mr. Xiao?" asked the old man.

"Huh...... , Mr. Xiao introduced a disciple to our Huashan faction. Yue Jingting smiled and handed him the note.

The old man Zhanxin watched carefully, there were not many words on the plain paper, a few words, explaining the origin of Song Sanzi, only said that he met by chance on the road, and saw that he was pitiful, so he saved it, and the Shuiyun faction did not accept male disciples, and could not be placed, and his qualifications were excellent, so he was introduced to the Huashan faction.

"What is the qualification of this person, he can be called excellent by Mr. Xiao. The old man looked serious and said slowly.

"You can see it at a glance. Yue Jingting said with a smile, and hurriedly ordered to go down and invite people up the mountain.

When the two of them saw Song Sanzi, they were very satisfied, and secretly praised in their hearts, worthy of being the person recommended by Mr. Xiao, and it was really extraordinary.

In the eyes of the two, Song Sanzi is like a piece of jade and gold, Yinghua is contained, and the light has been faintly revealed, if it is carved a little, it will be radiant.

"Master, although it was recommended by Mr. Xiao, he still needs to practice for a while before deciding whether to become a formal disciple. The old man's expression was solemn.

“...... Well, that's fine. Yue Jingting thought about it and nodded.

Although there is Mr. Xiao's recommendation, the door rules are door rules after all, and you can't make an exception because of this, otherwise, you are the first to be in charge, how can you convince the public.

As a result, Song Sanzi became a preparatory disciple of the Huashan faction, doing some chores, familiarizing himself with the door rules, and after two months, he would apprentice again.

When he left, there were only Yue Jingting and Old Man Gao in the hall.

"Master, it's better to accept him as a disciple under the master's seat. The old man picked up the teacup, flicked the floating tea leaves, and said slowly.

"Me?!" Yue Jingting was surprised and shook his head: "It's too early for me to accept disciples......

"With the master's martial arts, it is enough to teach the apprentice," the old man put down the teacup, shook his head and said: "Besides, such good materials and beautiful quality are really rare, and it is also the luck of the Huashan faction, if you can cultivate it well, the Huashan faction will have successors!"

“...... Okay, just listen to the ancestor!" Yue Jingting hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement.

(To be continued)