When Linghu Heng regained consciousness, he opened his eyes and saw a strange room, which was very simple: a coffee table made of bamboo, several teacups and a teapot on it, a few bamboo chairs under the coffee table, a small bookshelf on the side, a desk under the bookshelf, and the bed was next to the desk, separated by a screen.

Seeing such an unfamiliar environment, Ling Huheng did not panic, but carefully looked at the layout of the room, and then tried to remember why he was here. When Ling Huheng recalled that he had climbed up the mountain gate after a lot of hardships, he met the white-bearded old man, and then he fell asleep after he seemed to brush him with a whisk, and then woke up here. Linghu Heng said: "If my guess is correct, this should be in the Ancient Sword Sect." ”

Ling Hu Heng's guess was indeed not wrong, he was indeed in the Ancient Sword Sect, and he was in the green bamboo forest of the silent Taoist. After Ling Huheng turned over and got up, put on his shoes and walked straight to the door. Before he could walk out, a tall figure walked towards him, with a hint of excitement on his lips: "Senior brother, you have finally woken up!"

Ling Huheng looked at this person carefully, and saw that this person was not very old, about sixteen or seventeen years old, but he was more than seven feet tall, with dark skin, and a simple and unpretentious face, showing a simple color, with that heartfelt smile, which made people feel good. Ling Huheng said: "Senior brother is polite, I don't know where this is?"

The young man scratched the back of his head and said, "This is the Green Bamboo Forest, which is Master's place of cultivation. ”

Ling Huheng continued to ask, "Then how far is this place from the mountain gate, and how did I get here?"

Only then did the boy come to his senses: "Oh, it's no wonder you don't know. Senior brother, are you the disciple who was selected this year?" Ling Huheng nodded, and the big man continued: "The night before yesterday, a senior brother sent you here with a master's edict."

Ling Huheng heard some clues and interrupted him: "You mean the day before yesterday?" and then observed the sky, it was already sunset, and night was about to fall.

The young man said, "Yes, junior brother, you can really sleep, you have slept all day!"

Ling Hu Heng was secretly shocked in his heart: "That white-bearded old man is so powerful, he let me sleep all day at once!" In fact, he didn't know that the head of the ancient sword sect, that is, the white-bearded old Taoist, his whisk was famous, called "three days of sleep", which means that after being brushed, you have to sleep for three days, during which you can get a complete rest and prepare for the next cultivation. But who would have thought that Ling Huheng was really an outlier, and he woke up after only sleeping for a day.

The young man suddenly remembered: "Senior brother hasn't eaten for a day, but I'm so hungry, right? I'm so confused, I forgot the first thing in my life!" After speaking, he didn't see how he moved, but his figure had already drifted away, and after a while, he returned to Ling Huheng, with an extra pair of chopsticks in his hand, a few side dishes and a bamboo tube of rice. Ling Huheng was also really hungry and panicked, and when he saw that he had something to eat, he didn't care so much, so he would fill his stomach first. I saw that he was swept away, a few side dishes were swept away, and a bamboo tube of rice was almost bottomed out, so he was full.

Ling Huheng patted his stomach after eating, and said, "This dish is not bad, but why doesn't it smell like meat?"

The young man said, "Ah, my brother wants to eat meat? This is unacceptable, Master is a monk, so he can't eat meat! Not only can he not eat meat, but he also has to use rapeseed oil for stir-frying." Otherwise, the master will be angry, the master will not eat when he is angry, how can you say that a person does not eat!"

Ling Huheng was a little strange: "Can't eat meat, why can't you eat meat, how can you have the strength if you don't eat meat?"

The young man touched the back of his head and said, "I have strength without eating meat, look at me, I have a lot of strength!"

Ling Hu Heng gave him a blank look and said, "You are an exception!" The two were silent for a while before Ling Hu Heng spoke: "Big man, what's your name?"

The young man smiled and said, "Master calls me Wu Zhen, junior brother, what about you?"

Ling Huheng said: "My name is Ling Huheng. What Wu Zhen, it's very embarrassing, I'll call you a big guy in the future, it's nice and catchy!" After speaking, he covered his mouth and snickered. Wu Zhen was not annoyed when he heard this, and said, "Big guy? It's very nice, my body is really big, hehe." After speaking, he smiled innocently.

Ling Huheng continued to ask: "Big man, did you say that the head of the sect sent me here before?"

Wu Zhen said: "It was a senior brother who sent you over, and he still held the master's edict, but I didn't see it, and the master didn't say anything after reading it, so he arranged you here." After a pause, Wu Zhen continued: "Senior brother, do you know that there are many new disciples recruited this year, and there are more than 120 people including you!"

Ling Huheng was not interested in this, and replied lightly: "Oh, it's quite a lot." ”

Wu Zhen continued: "But it's a pity, only you, junior brother, come to our green bamboo forest." ”

After hearing this, Ling Huheng finally became a little interested: "Why, oh, I know, is it that the master is not good enough to teach, so they refuse to come?"

Wu Zhen hurriedly covered Ling Huheng's mouth and said, "Senior brother, don't say bad things about the master, it will be miserable if the master hears it!" Ling Huheng was covered tightly by him, and he almost didn't catch his breath. Wu Zhen took a while before noticing Ling Huheng's discomfort before letting go. Ling Huheng hurriedly took a few breaths of fresh air, and it took a long time to regain his breath. Wu Zhen made a series of reparations on the side, and asked with concern: "Senior brother, are you okay?" Ling Huheng looked at his real eyes, knowing that he didn't mean to, he was originally a little annoyed, but at this time he was amused by his appearance: "Big man, your strength is really big!"

Wu Zhen was a little embarrassed when he praised him. Ling Huheng continued: "Tell me, why am I the only one who came to the Green Bamboo Forest?"

Wu Zhen said: "I also heard that the other uncles are all rushing to ask for disciples, and our masters are waiting for others to pick before they make a move, so no one comes to our Qingzhu Forest every time." Fortunately, there are a lot more people this year, junior brother, you just came!"

Ling Huheng frowned when he heard this, and asked, "You mean, we still have a master in this green bamboo forest?"

Wu Zhen nodded: "Yes, a few years ago, there were Senior Brother Lin and Senior Sister Yan, but they all went down the mountain a few years ago." "Wu Zhen hasn't spoken to anyone else for a few years, he is also a teenager, no one has to tell him about his heart, and now he finally has a companion, of course, he has to talk about it, from collecting firewood for cooking to meditating and cultivating, it has never stopped. Ling Huheng was also fascinated by what he heard, and he accosted a few words from time to time, but more often it was Wu Zhen who was talking alone.

Just chatting and chatting, the night was getting deeper, and the two didn't say that they were tired, and lit candles to continue. Ling Huheng noticed that this Wu Zhen was an upright person, and he would say whatever he wanted, as if he had no scheming, which made him a little strange, and asked, "Big man, when did you get here?"

When Wu Zhen heard this, he seemed to be a little sad: "I was brought here by Master when I was born!" "What about your parents?" "Master said that the plague, the whole village died, my mother gave birth to me desperately, if it wasn't for Master passing there, maybe I wouldn't be alive today." As he spoke, Wu Zhen's eyes moistened, and tears threatened to burst out of his eyes.

Ling Hu Heng's heart tightened when he heard this, because they all had the same kind of life experience, that is, no father and no mother, he hurriedly comforted: "Big man, don't cry, I'm also an orphan!" Wu Zhen listened to his curiosity, so he stopped his tears, and continued to listen to Ling Hu Heng tell about his experience of following the fortune teller man to run all over the country in the past few years, and Wu Zhen was stunned when he heard it. After a while, he said, "It's so fun to go down the mountain?"

Ling Huheng said: "Yes, it's fun, or, big man, let's take advantage of the master's absence, let's sneak down the mountain, right?" Ling Huheng's idea was to run down the mountain to find the fortune teller by himself, but he also knew that the sky and the earth were big, and finding someone was like looking for a needle in a haystack. If Wu Zhen is dragged on, then there is a lot of chance of success, at least Wu Zhen can also do immortal arts.

Wu Zhen listened and shook his head: "I can't go down the mountain without Master's permission." ”

Ling Hu Heng was angry: "How come it's all Master, Master, Master's words are important!"

Wu Zhen was a little strange: "Of course, if it's the master's words, you have to listen to them." ”

Linghu Heng finished his speech, not knowing what to say. At this time, Wu Zhen seemed to have discovered something, went out to take a look, and said happily: "Senior brother come out quickly, Master is back!" Ling Hu Heng's heart moved, and he thought: "I'll go out and see what this Taoist priest who doesn't eat meat looks like!" Thinking of this, he slowly got up and walked out of the door.

Going out, Ling Hu Heng noticed that there was a thin figure in the distance slowly walking here. Ling Hu Heng's eyesight is excellent, needless to say, he can see it clearly from nearly a thousand meters away, it is an old Taoist priest with a half-gray beard, and his simple Taoist robe is exactly the same as the white-bearded old Taoist he saw before. He is thin and small, and his face has a lot of wrinkles, which cannot be said to be good-looking, and he feels a little ugly.

Wu Zhen whispered: "Senior brother, you remember, our master is called the Silent Taoist. ”

Ling Huheng disagreed, and said: "What is frying salt, frying salt, do you still need to fry salt!"

Wu Zhen was taken aback and said, "Senior brother, don't talk nonsense, you are a silent Taoist!" His expression was very stern, as if the person who said it was him.

Ling Huheng didn't have the heart to fight with him, he was playing his own little Jiujiu!

After a while, the silent Daoist had already walked in front of them, glanced at Ling Huheng, and then said to Wu Zhen: "Ah Zhen, you go and prepare a meal!"

Wu Zhen said respectfully, "Yes, Master!"

The silent Taoist looked at Ling Huheng again and said, "After I have dinner, you can come to my room." ”

Ling Huheng let out a faint "oh", and said nothing, and walked straight to his room. At this time, Wu Zhen had already run to the kitchen to get food, Ling Hu Heng was thinking about his own way, thinking about what to say, and actually stood here stupidly, waiting for Wu Zhen to call him before he came back to his senses: "Senior brother, Master called you over!"

Ling Hu Heng made up his mind and walked to the old Taoist's room.