After solving the troubles caused by demons and gangs, there were no other obstacles along the way. In the afternoon of the next day, Wu Jie saw the port built along the river near the horizon from a distance on the raft.
"The water flow has obviously slowed down in this last section. If you are in a hurry, hero, why not go ashore and walk." Since the battle last night, everyone in the platoon gang insisted on calling Wu Jie "hero". At this moment, they saw that he was a little impatient.
As he looked, he came up with an idea for him.
Wu Jie, who was worried about the speed of the raft starting to slow down, suddenly realized it. He said goodbye to everyone, jumped up with the medicine box in hand, tapped his toes on the waves before jumping onto the shore, and headed towards Shuangyue Harbor.
Feet gallop.
Seeing his figure gradually disappearing, Manager Lu couldn't help but smile and nodded.
"If there were more heroes like this, life for those of us who are struggling to make ends meet would probably be easier!"
Wu Jie's speed was faster than a galloping horse, and it only took about a quarter of an hour to reach Shuangyue Port.
After paying the money and entering the city, he walked around the city according to the direction indicated by the bamboo sign, walking through the streets and alleys, and finally left the city and followed the overgrown path to an abandoned house.
In front of thatched cottage.
This thatched house was extremely dilapidated. The roof was almost invisible, and most of the mud brick walls had collapsed. There was only a small piece of broken straw and a few broken walls.
There was probably a vegetable patch outside the house, but it has long been abandoned, and the vegetables have grown into wild vegetables. The area that used to be a field in the distance is overgrown with weeds and has completely turned into a wasteland.
Wu Jie even saw rabbits building their nests in the wasteland, and they seemed to be living happily.
"What's going on?" He took out the bamboo sign in confusion and found that the place indicated on the map was indeed here.
But...looking at the degree of devastation here, no one has lived here for at least a few years!
He walked towards the shabby house in confusion. The door of the house was long gone, and the furniture inside the door was in tatters. The only thing that had some shape was a bed with only half of it left, but when he tried to put his hand on the bed
At that time, the bed collapsed with a crash and turned into pieces of wood on the ground.
If you look closely, you will see that these pieces of wood have long since decayed, but they just barely maintain their shape.
"Fourth, you're not going the wrong way, are you? I think no one has come to this place for decades, and even the wood is rotten like this!"
Du Ruo's question reached Wu Jie's heart. He walked out of the shabby house again and took out the bamboo cards to compare them carefully.
However, it is still true, the place indicated by the bamboo sign is indeed here!
For a moment, everyone had no idea and stood there in a daze.
At this moment, the sky suddenly became overcast, and dark clouds that came from nowhere quickly gathered layer after layer, covering the sky tightly. Although the sun had not set yet, there were still clouds on the ground.
Soon it was as dark as night.
Wu Jie sighed and was about to go back to Shuangyue Port to find someone for information. Just as he raised his feet, he suddenly froze in place.
At some point, a ragged middle-aged man appeared next to him, holding the jade bottle that he had kept in the medicine box with both hands, and staggering towards the broken house.
But at this moment, the broken house has turned into a relatively complete thatched house. A short and sturdy man in his thirties was busy in the vegetable field in the yard. When he saw him coming, he stood up quickly, showing an expression of surprise.
He shouted: "Brother! Where have you been! My mother talks about you every day!"
Hearing the conversation in the yard, a thin old woman walked out with the support of a middle-aged woman in plain clothes. Her eyes were sunken and she was obviously blind. But it was obviously very inconvenient for her to move, but she seemed very eager.
While shouting "Ah Da! Ah Da, where are you!" he hurriedly walked towards the yard.
She didn't know where the strength came from in this old body. Her speed was so fast that the woman couldn't even help her. As a result, when she was going out, she accidentally tripped on the threshold and fell to the ground.
As soon as the figure flashed, Wu Jie and Du Ruo rushed over from left to right, trying to help her.
Wu Jie's hands were empty, but Du Ruo held on to the old lady steadily. She suddenly realized, winked at Wu Jie and motioned for him to move away, and then helped the old woman to the place where she had rushed to the front of the house.
In front of middle-aged people.
This middle-aged man was obviously mute. He opened his mouth wide and shouted "Ah", but he couldn't utter a complete sentence. He just handed the jade bottle to his mother and made the gesture of taking medicine.
"Is this medicine? Why should I take medicine?"
The old woman seemed puzzled, but she couldn't resist her son's repeated pleas and drank the emerald-green potion in the medicine bottle that looked like grass juice.
In an instant, white light shone everywhere, and the bright light pierced Wu Jie so hard that he could not open his eyes. Du Ruo screamed strangely and fled back to the world of the Book of Heaven.
After the white light dissipated, Wu Jie realized that the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed and the sun was shining again. Under the warm sunshine, he was still standing in front of the shabby house that looked like a ruin.
What's going on?
Wu Jie was wondering when he saw a flash of black energy around him, and Jiang An had already appeared here.
This immortal from Qingyang Temple did not have any celestial spirit at this moment, but with tears streaming down his face, he walked straight to Wu Jie, knelt down on his knees, and kowtowed loudly.
"Brother Wu's great kindness will never be forgotten by Jiang!"
This time, Wu Jie was really stunned.
After a long time, he finally understood the cause and effect of the matter with Jiang'an's explanation.
Three hundred years ago, the filial son Jiang An, in order to seek medicine for his mother, kowtowed step by step and dragged his dead body to Qingniu Town. But unfortunately at this time, the immortals were busy recruiting disciples and had no time to seek immortality.
Those who were afraid of losing their immortality refused to help. In the end, he stood frozen in Qingniu Town with his wish unfulfilled, but with a spiritual energy that moved the heavens and the earth, he was revived and turned into an extremely rare pure Yang corpse.
Ghosts can fly, disappear, and appear during the day.
But when he woke up, decades had passed and his relatives in his hometown were no longer there.
Jiang An was distraught and wandered in the world without knowing where to go. Finally, in the Jindaoman village deep in the southern mountains, he received enlightenment from the eminent monk Du'e who happened to pass by to collect herbs. He returned to Qingniu Town and waited for the willing
The person who fulfills his last wish for his past self.
This wait lasted more than two hundred years.
Over the past two hundred years, he changed his name to Jiang An and became a disciple of Qingyang Temple. He was also the head of the twenty-sixth generation of disciples and entered the path of immortality.
But the wish I had back then was never fulfilled.
Until this Qingyang Temple disciple selection, there was finally an enthusiastic person who was willing to step forward and risk losing his destiny to help him fulfill his wish!
"So... this place... was already three hundred years ago?"
"Yes. But for me, these three hundred years have never passed, and my wish has not been fulfilled until today!"
Wu Jie was stunned for a long time, and finally shook his head and sighed.
"I see!"
While he was sighing, he suddenly remembered another thing and asked nervously: "That...general, my examination for seeking immortality..."
Jiang An laughed and slapped him on the shoulder: "Since you remember the matter of seeking immortality, why don't you go back quickly!"
Wu Jie was stunned again, and then he also laughed dumbly.
"Then I'm leaving!"
"Good go, I'll wait for you on Niujiao Peak!"
...A vigorous figure galloped across the vast land, upstream along the Xiaochi River, running faster than the finest horses.
His footsteps brought up strong winds, howling in waves.
When the terrain was flat, he would run on the shore; when the terrain was rough and difficult, he would fly across the water.
He worked day and night, and only returned to the shore when he was tired to have something to eat and rest. Then he quickly regained his energy and set off on the road again.
He passed through fields, crossed rows of woods, and climbed over mountains.
At noon on the fourth day of May, he had already arrived at the foot of the famous waterfall on the Xiaochi River, and he and a young man who happened to be standing here with a sad face looked up at the waterfall in high spirits.
"This place is not easy to get up to," he said.
"Yes!" The young man sighed, helpless.
"But there will always be a way!" As he said that, he rushed into the nearby woods and climbed up the steep mountain road.
The young man watched him go away and was admiring him. Suddenly he came back to his senses and shouted: "Master! Master, don't leave! Please accept me as your disciple! I just came to you to become your disciple!"
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Wu Jie, of course, had no idea that a young man who sincerely wanted to be his disciple was struggling to follow his footsteps. He was still running hard, day and night.
When we returned to the small town where we had originally set out with the Pai Gang, it was already the afternoon of the fifth day of May.
"Fourth... I think it may be too late..." Du Ruo said with a sad face, "It must be getting dark now... the mountain road was too difficult to walk, and too much time was wasted!"
"How do you know it's too late until the end?" Wu Jie smiled heartily and kept running.
He ran along the barely visible path, arrived at the Dachi River, threw two ginseng pills into his mouth, then crossed the Dachi River again, rushed out of Wu'an County, and ran towards Qingniu Town.
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But even so, when he ran to Qingniu Town, the sun was already hanging in the far west of the horizon and was about to set.
Wu Jie panted exhausted. Although he already knew that he would be a little bit close and would not be able to catch up, he still wanted to keep running.
No matter what, you have to work hard until the end!
"Young man, you did a good job!" came a gentle voice. When I turned around, I saw that it was the innkeeper Li Huntun - or in other words, the senior master of Qingyang Temple, Mr. Huntian.
"But in the end it was too late..." Wu Jie said with a wry smile.
"Who said it's too late?" Mr. Hun Tian smiled slightly and raised his hand to grab the sun on the horizon. "How will you know if you don't try?"
Wu Jie blinked, not knowing why. But he still mustered up his strength and ran towards Niujiao Peak.
He ran to the foot of Niujiao Peak and vaguely saw a lot of people on the top of the mountain, but more people were sighing at the foot of the mountain, and there were still people who were still struggling to climb up the mountain road.
Without thinking about it, he took big steps and rushed up the stone steps.
This time, he really had no distracting thoughts in his mind!
Strange to say, the sun was clearly about to set, but it wasn't until he climbed to the top of the mountain and arrived at the foot of the stone archway amidst everyone's cheers that the red sun on the other side suddenly fell.
"Am I not late?" He asked uneasily as he looked at the seven immortals standing in a row.
"Just right." Zhang Long, who presided over the selection, laughed loudly, "This is the first time in so many years that I have seen someone arriving in the sunshine!"
Wu Jie breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt weak all over. His vision went dark and he fell down.
This rush of running around the clock really exhausted every ounce of his energy.
Before he fell into coma, he vaguely heard Mr. Huntian's voice announcing the results of the Immortal Sect's selection: "This time the Immortal Sect has recruited a total of fourteen disciples, who will be classified as the twenty-seventh generation of disciples. Wu Jie has both benevolence and bravery.
