Looking at the remaining snow in Zhongnan, the snow is floating in the clouds.

The forest shows the clear scenery, and the city is getting colder.

This poem by the Tang Dynasty poet Zu Yong describes Mount Zhongnan during heavy snow.

At this time, Zhongnan Mountain is in the deep winter, with cold winds and snowflakes flying, and the entire Zhongnan Mountain has long turned into a world of ice and snow.

The palaces in the mountains are stretching, snow is covered with jackets, and the burning fragrance lingers. A famous robe can be seen everywhere shuttle between the palace groups, cleaning up the thick snow.

As the rising sun rose, the bell suddenly rang in front of the Chongyang Palace, and then it spread rapidly. The bell sounded like a command, and the Taoist figures in the palaces everywhere quickly gathered towards the Chongyang Palace.

However, at this time, the Taoist figures far exceed the speed of ordinary people's running, which clearly shows that this Taoist temple located on Mount Zhongnan is not an ordinary secular place for gods, but an extremely famous sect in the world, with the Taoist tradition passed down by Chongyang, the world's number one Chinese magic power king...

"Quanzhen Sect..."

At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, Xu Tianya looked up at the Quanzhen Mountain Gate, with a complex and bitter expression, and the slight whispering sound passed in the cold wind.

It was unknown how long it took Xu Tianya to move. He shook the snow on his straw raincoat and turned toward the ox cart full of goods.

The ox cart slowly drove into the mountain gate, and the rolling wheels sank deeply into the snow. The squeaking frame seemed to tell the overwhelming burden of the frame.

He sat upright on the frame, holding the reins with his hands that were frozen red, and drove the ox cart towards the Quanzhen Sect on the mountain.

The ox cart walked along the mountain path. When he was about to reach the Quanzhen Sect Palace Group, he suddenly turned a big turn and headed towards the Fireworks Hall on the northwest side.

The swords were heard and the shouts were endless. Xu Tianya leaned his body slightly, his eyes seemed to see the figures in front of the Chongyang Palace, holding a long sword...

It's so close, but far away...

"Why……"

With a sigh, Xu Tianya slowly retracted his gaze, and the melancholy in his expression disappeared without a trace. He tightened the reins, and the ox cart accelerated, and drove away with cargo.

The ox cart finally stopped in front of the Fireworks Hall. Although it was called the Hall, it was just a row of low houses. The smoke from the cooking stove was curling and the snow had melted. Although it was still outside the hall, you could still feel the rising heat waves coming out of the hall.

Xu Tianya jumped out of the ox cart quickly and tied the reins to the stone pillars outside the hall. Before he could take the next move, a slightly vicissitudes of voice suddenly sounded.

"You are here to deliver the goods again this time."

Hearing the sound, Xu Tianya hurried forward and replied respectfully: "The weather is cold, and Brother Li, who is rotating, was injured in moving the goods. The manager said that I will deliver the goods in the future."

The middle-aged Taoist stroked his long beard, glanced at Xu Tianya's hands that were red in his raincoat, then looked at the ox cart full of goods, waved his hand, and said, "Don't rush to unload the goods first. The kitchen has prepared ginger soup. You go and drink a bowl to warm your body. I'll ask Zhang Tian and the others to unload the goods with you later..."

After saying that, before Xu Tianya could react, the middle-aged Taoist left in a flash.

Looking at the middle-aged Taoist leaving, Xu Tianya was stunned for a moment, then bowed slightly to the Taoist...

"Come on, Brother Tianya, ginger soup, drink it while it's hot."

Just as Xu Tianya was sitting in front of the stove and cooking, a rapid sound suddenly sounded from outside the door. Then a short boy flew over with a bowl of ginger soup, his steps were fast, and he flexibly avoided the messy fire in the kitchen, until a full bowl was placed in front of Xu Tianya, but no drop had fallen out.

Looking at the bowl of ginger soup, a hint of envy flashed through Xu Tianya's expression. He looked up at the boy with a silly smile on his face, picked up the ginger soup, and drank it all in one go.

"How is it, Brother Tianya, this ginger soup is delicious, it's made by me alone..."

“Good and delicious.”

After erasing the soup stains on the corner of his mouth, Xu Tianya asked, "Why are you so idle today?"

"hey-hey……"

The young man scratched his head with a silly smile and said, "I was angry yesterday. Today, the master is going to take me to the ancestor to give me a name..."

Halfway through, the boy suddenly remembered the fact that Tianya Ge was looking for a visit to the beginning, but was unable to get started because he was over his age.

The voice stopped abruptly, and the young man smiled silly, looking a little embarrassed, and for a moment, he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Haha, congratulations, I feel angry. I am a formal disciple of Quanzhen's third generation. However, when I practice Quanzhen's various profound martial arts, I will become a famous hero in the world in the future. Don't forget you, Brother Tianya!"

Xu Tianya was not embarrassed at all. He suddenly came through time. He was eighteen years old and had already passed the age limit for the Quanzhen Sect to select disciples, not to mention that he was still wasting his time in the wilderness and struggled for a whole spring and autumn before he realized what the world he was in.

I have been trying to join Quanzhen's sect many times, but I was turned away due to my age limit. In short, I have been in this world for more than three years.

Now, Xu Tianya has almost cut off his fantasy under Quanzhen. Although he can see that a familiar person has achieved something, he is also happy for him from the bottom of his heart.

You should know that Quanzhen Sect is the world's largest sect and is famous all over the world. The most important thing is the disciples who came from all over the world to become disciples.

Therefore, the strictness of choosing disciples is rare in the entire world. Except for some people with amazing qualifications or special opportunities, generally speaking, Quanzhen Sect chooses younger children with extremely good qualifications.

After entering the school, although he was named Quanzhen disciple, he was only a registered name, and only taught some basic skills. He also had to follow various officials to do miscellaneous work, read the Taoist scriptures to temper his mind, nature and body. Only when the Qi was born, he was given a name and ranked number. Only then could he be considered a true disciple of Quanzhen three generations.

But if you still cannot feel angry after going up the mountain for five years and breathe a trace of internal energy, you can only go down the mountain to become a disciple of Quanzhen Sect, waving the flag and shouting for Quanzhen Sect in the world, and becoming a cornerstone of the world's largest sect...

Zhang Tian went up the mountain at the age of 11, and now he is only fourteen years old, and has cultivated a trace of internal energy, which seems to have exceeded 99% of the people in the world. This alone can be seen from the benefits of entering the world's number one sect.

Xu Tianya himself has been traveling through time for several years, but the mystery of martial arts is still hard to see at all...

"How could you forget it? Brother Tianya, don't worry..."

Hearing Xu Tianya's joke, Zhang Tian was still a young man's character, so Zhang Tian quickly patted his chest and promised.

"Then I will depend on you, Daxia Zhang, in the future!"

With a joke, Xu Tianya smiled and punched the boy in the chest with a joke, and said with a smile: "If the hero is the hero, you still have to move the goods, go! Let's move the things together."

"Okay, Brother Tianya, wait a moment, I'll call Fatty and the others."
Chapter completed!