From Linjiabao in the south of Zhao State to Daoyi Mountain, it is a total of 1,200 miles.
Therefore, the team that set out from Linjiabao to apprentice had already set off half a month ago.
The carriages were filled with well-dressed young men and young ladies. Naturally, they could not drive on a starry night. They had to stop and rest when they encountered streets and towns.
In the past two days, the carriage and horse team traveled to the boundary of Kaochuan Mountain, eight hundred miles away from Daoyi Mountain. This place was sparsely populated, which made the two young masters and ladies in the carriage very bored.
The wind is blowing strongly today, the air is full of yellow sand, and it will probably rain in the evening.
The pair of golden boys and girls in the carriage have long been impatient:
"I told you earlier that Dad would send more entourage to follow us. Now we only have a carriage. We can't even find a place to sleep at night, and we have to endure the hardships of heavy wind and rain. Sister, this is all your fault."
The speaker was Lin Baibai, the eldest son of Lin Yunhe, leader of the Southern Wulin Alliance.
My younger sister, Lin Qingqing, rolled her eyes and said, "If you say one more thing, I will swell your mouth. Do you believe it or not?"
As the eldest brother, the young master was so angry that he did not dare to talk back to this younger sister.
His sister's martial arts talent has been much better than hers since she was a child, so when he went to Daoyishan to become a disciple, this shameless old man wanted to follow him. He tried to dispel his sister's idea of becoming a disciple of Daoyishan along the way.
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"Xiao Nizi, I still say the same old thing. The old monster Chen Shenxuan is dead. Daoyishan is now unworthy of its reputation. How can it still have the style of the world's largest sect? It is just two or three big cats and kittens."
Sitting next to the two people in the car was an old man with a goatee wearing a ragged cotton-padded jacket. He warmed himself by the stove in the car with his hands, and at the same time repeated the words that made Lin Qingqing cringe:
"You worship me as your teacher. What I can teach you is no worse than those big cats and kittens on Daoyi Mountain. Moreover, I can teach you right here in your Linjiabao. Now we can go back home without having to suffer the rush at all."
The suffering of wind, frost, rain and snow.”
Lin Baibai always felt that the old man wearing a ragged cotton-padded jacket spoke very vulgarly, but whenever he caught a glimpse of the magic sword the old man placed beside his desk, he would become solemn again.
That sword is said to be one of the six swords in the sword box of Chu Yanke, the "No. 2" master in the world fifty years ago.
Each of Chu Yanke's six swords is a famous sword in the world. If an ordinary swordsman can get one, it means that his sword power can be doubled.
The fact that the old man with a cotton-padded jacket can hold one already shows how extraordinary he is.
This old man is none other than the "South Sword Crown, Bei Dugu" Sword Crown Wu Liu Province, who is unparalleled in the martial arts in the north and south of the Zhao Kingdom.
His martial arts skills were even better than those of Lin Baibai's father, the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance.
The old man came to the Lin family by chance last year, and then unexpectedly discovered his sister's diamond in the art of swordsmanship, and was determined to teach her everything he had learned.
But my sister Lin Qingqing just didn't want to learn.
"I've told you many times, old man, I don't like practicing swordsmanship, so why should I become your master?"
The girl in the car said:
"Have you ever seen a swordsman become the best in the world in the past hundred years? What I want to learn is "Da Huang Ting" by Chen Shenxuan, the best in the world. Even if he passes away, Dao Yishan will still have this excellent sword.
The martial arts is there."
The old man in the cotton-padded jacket sneered: "Who said that you can become talented after practicing "Da Huang Ting"? Among the first and sixth disciples of this generation, three were taught the Da Huang Ting by Chen Shenxuan, and I didn't see much of them being promising."
After that, he looked at Lin Qingqing again and begged: "Little ancestor, you are destined to practice swordsmanship. Why do you want to learn Taoist martial arts? We swordsmen can cut everything with one sword. It is cool and elegant."
"Which path is most suitable for me to take? Do you want to take care of it?"
Lin Qingqing didn't intend to pay attention to the old man, stretched her head out of the car curtain, and asked:
"Uncle Lin, we're not really going to spend the night in the carriage tonight, are we?"
When the driver heard the sound, he turned around and said with a gentle smile: "Don't worry, miss, it won't happen. I have walked this road several times. If I remember correctly, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple twenty miles ahead. We can stay there for the night."
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"That's good."
The carriages and horses moved forward until midnight, when they finally discovered a dilapidated Taoist temple at the foot of the mountain next to the official road.
A group of four people walked into the Taoist temple, only to find that there was already a bonfire lit inside the Taoist temple.
After Lin Qingqing entered, she found that there were two bonfires lit in the temple of the dilapidated Taoist temple, and rice was still being cooked on one of the bonfires.
There were three people around the cooking fire.
"Hey, are you passing by here to rest too?" Lin Qingqing came in wearing a red cloak and asked.
While she was talking, she noticed that one of the older men among the three people actually had one arm and one leg, a big disability, and he was leaning against the shrine.
Next to him, two other boys and girls, only fourteen or fifteen years old, were cooking porridge on the pot and taking care of the man.
The girl cooking the porridge didn't even turn her head when she heard the sound, and said: "The person next to you is on his way, we live here."
Lin Qingqing immediately said: "There are many disturbances, and we also want to take this opportunity to avoid the wind and rain."
The porridge-cooking girl didn't even look back and said, "It's up to you."
Lin Baibai approached his sister and whispered: "These people are a little weird, we'd better be careful."
As they said this, they found a sheltered place to rest five feet away from the others.
The old man in the cotton-padded jacket glanced at the crippled man and the boy and girl, and said: "What a pair of outstanding warriors, but it's a pity that they were burdened by a cripple..."
Lin Qingqing asked curiously: "Old man, do you mean that the pair of children are very talented in martial arts?"
The old man in the cotton-padded jacket turned around and smiled: "No matter how tall I am, I'm still not as tall as you."
Lin Qingqing didn't care about the flattery, but she couldn't help but look at the three people curiously.
Gradually, the aroma of the porridge cooked by the girl came out.
Lin Qingqing and others couldn't help but have their stomachs growling, so they began to take out the iron pot from the carriage and bury it to make rice.
At this time, Lin Qingqing heard the young man's voice coming from another bonfire:
"Excuse me... little girl, can I use the money to buy some of your porridge? I've eaten all the food I brought with me."
The young man was a little embarrassed and held a piece of silver in his hand.
The girl was stunned for a moment, hesitated again, and said: "Forget the money, just bring the bowl over and I'll serve you some."
The young man said awkwardly: "I don't have a bowl."
The porridge-cooking girl said helplessly: "We only have three bowls, so you can only wait until I finish serving them to my master and brother, and then you can drink the remaining porridge in the jar."
The young man was overjoyed and said, "Thank you very much."
After a while, the girl filled the porridge for the three of her in turn and gave the porridge jar to the young man.
Lin Qingqing also started barbecuing, and they brought the best dried meat from Linjiabao.
Gradually the aroma of meat came out.
But Lin Qingqing noticed that the three disabled masters and apprentices seemed to have no smell of meat and only drank their own white porridge bit by bit.
Wait until the porridge is finished.
The girl took another look at the young man holding a bowl of porridge and drinking, and said with a smile:
"You are such a stupid person that you don't bring enough dry food when you go out."
The young man put down the small jar in embarrassment and said casually: "Before I went out, I heard someone say that if you go to Daoyishan, you need to prepare half a month's rations. Only when I got here did I understand that he was talking about riding a horse..."
"Dao Yishan?"
Unexpectedly, upon hearing these three words, the expression of the girl who was making porridge changed, and the expression of the boy beside him also changed, and both of them immediately stared at the young man:
"What are you doing in Daoyishan?"
Hearing this, the young man said seriously: "To be honest, I, Qi Zhengyi, went to Daoyi Mountain this time just because I wanted to become a disciple of the great sect."
Immediately, all eyes from several directions in the small Taoist temple turned to him.
"You want to go to Daoyishan to become a disciple?"
"You also want to go to Daoyishan to become a disciple?"
Two similar but very different sentences came from several people in different directions.
The sentence above refers to the boy and girl in front of the crippled man.
The following sentence came from Lin Qingqing five feet away.
When two sentences appear at the same time.
Immediately, the air in the Taoist temple became extremely quiet, solemn and tense.
"Become a disciple of Daoyishan?"
Immediately, the porridge girl stepped forward and snatched the porridge jar with her cheeks reddening in anger, and said angrily:
"You, spit out the porridge you drank from me! Spit it out!"