Liu Mang and others asked clearly about the location of Qingfeng Gate on the road, and then walked towards the south of Quancheng.
After walking for a while, I saw a dozen standing round stone pillars located in various areas in the open space ahead.
Each column is about four to five feet high and half a foot thick. There are many people standing around each column, as if they are discussing and looking at something.
Liu Mang and others took a closer look and found that the columns were covered with gray paper from various sects recruiting disciples, with black calligraphy written on them, which could be regarded as the recruitment brochures of this world.
"To recruit disciples to the Iron Fist Sect, it is required that they are no more than fourteen years old, with sound limbs, good facial features, and strong blood and blood. Those from wealthy families will be first, and those who have practiced boxing will be first. To get started, you need to pass a test..."
"Nine Shadow Sword Sect recruits disciples, and it is required that they are no more than thirteen years old. Those who are passionate about swordsmanship will be first, and those who are dedicated to things will be first. To get started, you need to pass a test..."
"The Hunyuan Sect recruits disciples, and they are required to be no more than thirteen years old, good at reading and writing, and those with the best understanding will be given priority..."
"The Qingfeng Sect recruits disciples. The sect has teachings, no categories, no age restrictions, but entry requires passing multiple tests..."
Several members of the Golden Tiger Gang also stopped and carefully read the posts recruiting disciples from various sects.
Wang Zhigang and others all expressed their feelings that the Qingfeng Sect is really good. There are no requirements on age, family background, or literacy. It is much better than other sects.
Unlike the joy of Wang Zhigang and others, Liu Mang frowned.
Education without distinction?
Just like introducing someone to someone in my previous life, the more specific the request, the easier it is to communicate.
Those who do nothing are often the ones with higher demands, because many of them say this just to expand their hunting range.
At this time, another person came over to paste the paper, and everyone gathered around him instantly.
"This is from Zhenyuan Escort Agency!"
"Zhenyuan Escort Agency is the strongest sect in our Quan City!"
"I want to see if my talisman meets the requirements."
Judging from the enthusiastic reactions of everyone present, it was not difficult for Liu Mang and his party to see the lofty status of Zhenyuan Escort Agency in Quancheng.
Through their exchanges, everyone in the Golden Tiger Gang also learned a lot of useful information.
Zhenyuan Escort Bureau is the largest chamber of commerce and sect in the seven southeastern cities, and is also a leader in the entire southeastern martial arts world.
Mr. Lin, the bodyguard leader, is even more talented. He was on the Tiger List and the Dragon List respectively when he was young. He also had a strong record of killing the bandit leader of the 18th Route in the Taiyun Mountains. He is recognized as a celebrity with extremely strong martial arts.
Twenty years ago, Taoist Priest Biyou, one of the four sons of Huanzhen Dao from the Central Plains sect, came to the Southeast Wulin for martial arts exchanges.
He lost consecutively to the heads of many century-old sects such as the Ice Soul Sect, the Eternal Life Sect, the Nine Shadow Sword Sect, and the Fusheng Sect. He was invincible, but he was ultimately defeated by Mr. Lin's iron fist.
Today, twenty years later, no one knows to what extent Mr. Lin's martial arts skills have reached.
All I know is that the person with the strongest martial arts skills in the southeastern martial arts community must have a place.
However, these have little to do with Liu Mang and others. The main purpose of their trip is to bring Mei Song to worship at Qingfengmen.
Liu Mang and the others walked through the square, and after a while they came to an unattractive and slightly old black wooden door.
The golden copper ring on the wooden door has lost a lot of paint. There is a mahogany plaque above the wooden door with three inconspicuous gilt characters: Qingfeng Gate.
The couplets on both sides read: Indifferent and clear aspirations, tranquility and far-reaching.
Guarding the door were two old men, both dressed in gray cloth, with long beards and bright eyes.
Wang Zhigang, Xiao Cao and others looked at it and nodded: "This is a bit like the sect that storytellers call it."
Liu Mang and others approached the Qingfeng Gate, instantly arousing the alertness of the two old men.
"What are you doing?"
"Come and meet the master of Qingfeng Sect."
"Do you have any greetings?"
Wang Zhigang stepped forward, took out a white and red greeting card from his arms, and handed it to one of the old men.
The old man turned around and walked into the door, while Liu Mang and the others waited boredly outside.
Mei Song was extremely nervous, her face turned red: "I wonder if the master of the Qingfeng Sect is willing to see us. What if my qualifications are too low and he refuses to accept us?"
Wang Zhigang, who has six moles on his forehead, smiled and said: "Guild Leader Han has saved his life before. As the saying goes, saving lives is greater than God's kindness. It is not a small matter to accept you as a disciple."
Liu Mang also nodded slightly, obviously not thinking that Mei Song would encounter any difficulties in becoming a disciple of the Qingfeng Sect.
Others had to sign up for an interview and pass several tests before they could get started, but Liu Mang had Han Long's letter of recommendation, and when he met the Qingfeng Sect Master, he handed it to him personally, so naturally he didn't have to go through the same process as others.
On the other side, the old janitor of Qingfeng Gate walked into the house.
The environment inside the mansion is quiet and simple, with green pines and bamboos, small bridges and flowing water, and there is a sense of tranquility brewing in it.
The old man then walked into the inner courtyard and came to a house that was obviously larger and newer than the other houses.
There were two men in their twenties with blue robes and hair and swords standing in front of the house.
"What's wrong, Uncle Yu?" a man asked.
The old man handed him the greeting note: "Someone wants to see the master."
The square-faced man on the left took the white and reddish greeting card. When he saw the words "Praise to Liu Mang, deputy leader of the Golden Tiger Gang, Jiangcheng" on the cover, he couldn't help but frown slightly: "Turns out he is a low-level gangster."
The other man with a long face looked puzzled, as if he was thinking about something but couldn't remember it for a moment.
The square-faced man returned the greeting card to the old man and said proudly: "The master of the door is receiving a distinguished guest. He told us in advance that if there is nothing important, we should not disturb him. You can ask him to come back tomorrow."
The old man nodded carelessly. This kind of thing is too common in Qingfengmen.
The leader of the Qingfeng Sect is the leader of a sect, but not everyone can see him.
After a while, the old man came out and said to Liu Mang and others: "The master is inconvenienced today, please come back and try again tomorrow."
After saying that, he returned the greeting note to Wang Zhigang.
Liu Mang looked a little ugly. Just now they had vowed that there would be no problem, but in the blink of an eye they were slapped in the face.
Wang Zhigang stepped forward and handed the old man two taels of silver.
The old man then told them the reason. The master of Qingfeng Sect was receiving distinguished guests and had no time to pay attention to them at this time.
Liu Mang thought for a moment, took out Han Long's letter of recommendation from his pocket and handed it to the old man, saying, "Can you please pass it on to us one more time? Let me tell you that an old friend of Han Long came to visit, and this is his handwritten letter."
He deliberately emphasized the word 'old friend'.
The old man collected the money, turned around, walked in, and continued to the same location.
The two disciples guarding the door frowned, and one on the left said, "Why, that person hasn't left yet?"
The old man said: "The man said there was a letter from the sect leader's old friend Han Long."
The disciple with the square face on the left took it and took a look at it. He saw the words "Shen Haoyu personally endorsed" on it, so he didn't dare to open it.
The long-faced disciple on the right slapped his head at this moment: "I remembered, isn't the Golden Tiger Gang the one that was rumored a while ago, the gang that destroyed the Fire Crane Clan and possessed the alien beasts!"
Now the two of them did not dare to be careless anymore, and one of them walked directly into the courtyard with the letter.
At this time, there were four people sitting on the floor in the house in the courtyard. There was a low wooden table in the middle. On the table was a set of tea sets with exquisite patterns and complex patterns, which contained light yellow tea and was placed in front of everyone.
There was a man in his forties, wearing a navy blue robe and a long beard. He looked quite upright. He was Shen Haoyu, the master of the Qingfeng Sect.
Next to him was a young woman who looked somewhat similar to him.
Shen Haoyu smiled at this time and said: "This tea set was made by a porcelain workshop under my eldest disciple. What does the Zhou family think?"
A man in his forties opposite said with a smile: "The level of sophistication is no less than those in Jingcheng."
He pondered for a moment and then continued: "The tea sets and porcelain under my Zhou family's inns, restaurants, and teahouses have been used for many years. It's time to replace them."
Hearing this, Qingfeng Sect Master Shen Haoyu was overjoyed, and then said to the girl next to him: "Ying'er, why don't you give me a toast to Uncle Zhou."
The sect also needs to eat. The Qingfeng Sect has been able to survive for so many years largely because of the support of his eldest disciple.
With a calm expression on her face, the girl readily picked up the tea cup in front of her and stood up: "My niece will take tea instead of wine, a toast to Uncle Zhou!" After saying that, she drank the tea in the cup.
The head of the Zhou family said with a smile: "It's a pity that Ying'er was born a girl, otherwise she would be much better than my useless son!"
The young man next to him had a look of dissatisfaction on his face when he heard this, but he opened his mouth and still didn't dare to refute.
The boy is quite handsome, but a scar from his right eye to the corner of his mouth is quite conspicuous.
At this time, Shen Haoyu's square-faced disciple hurried in with a letter.
He was just about to walk up to Shen Haoyu and speak, but Shen Haoyu waved his hand impatiently: "Master Zhou and the others are not outsiders, and they can talk to others about everything."
"There are a few people outside asking to see you, claiming to have letters from your old friend, Master."
"Old friend? Who?"
"Han Long, the leader of the Golden Tiger Gang."
"Han Long?" Shen Haoyu thought about it carefully and seemed to have some impression.
He opened the letter and read it, gradually recalling it.
More than ten years ago, he was chased by his enemies and seriously injured. Han Long arranged a boat for himself to hide for two days.
It had been so long that he had almost forgotten about it. Why did the other party come to find him at this time?
When he saw the end of the letter, he suddenly realized that he was recommending his nephew to come and learn martial arts.
But when the scarred boy opposite heard the words "Golden Tiger Gang", his expression changed drastically, and his eyes showed full of hatred!