On this day, Hongyun Tea House was unusually deserted.
Some guests were very puzzled by this and asked the waiter: "What happened today? Where have everyone gone?"
The waiter smiled and said, "Your Majesty, you still don't know? The mountain pavilion is open today, and everyone ran to see the excitement."
"Shan Pavilion is opening? I haven't heard of it." The guest looked surprised, "What did they open for?"
"It has been spread around for a long time. It is strange to say that I heard that it is recruiting students, just like a private school, but they don't teach the Four Books and Five Classics, but martial arts.
Such a powerful person as the master of the pavilion actually wanted to recruit students openly, which made those who wanted to become her teacher extremely happy.
I heard that the young masters of the He family and the Si family have already signed up, and these two families get together and never stop. From now on, this mountain pavilion will probably be indispensable for us people to chat."
After hearing this, the guest could not sit still. He drank the tea in the cup in one breath, put down a few copper coins and ran away in a hurry.
When they arrived at Guohuai Street, they arrived too late and couldn't even squeeze in at the street entrance. The guests looked around and saw that someone had climbed up to the roof with a ladder, so they followed suit.
The entire Guohuai Street was congested like never before. A place in the middle of the street was very lively, with noisy gongs and drums, and lion dance acrobatics, which made people around them cheer.
Someone took incense to light firecrackers, and suddenly there was a burst of crackling firecrackers, mixed with the cheers of the crowd and the sound of gongs and drums, and the master of the mountain pavilion, Wen Ya, who was dressed in a smart outfit, was invited.
Wen Ya stood on the steps in front of the door and spoke angrily: "Everyone, the mountain pavilion is opening today, thank you for your support.
"Mountain" is the method of cultivation. Through food, pills, mysteries, boxing, spells, etc., the "body" and "spirit" are cultivated, so as to achieve the goal of transcending the body and mind.
"Mountains" use the energy of nature, celestial bodies, and all things to change their own destiny. I call it "stealing heaven and earth, seizing creation."
Everyone, I will teach all the disciples who enter my mountain pavilion carefully and cultivate them into talents who can command the country."
Although Guohuai Street was overcrowded, the sound was as loud as gongs and drums, and the whole street could hear it clearly. It caused the whole street to cheer fiercely, and many people even raised their hands and shouted to enter the mountain pavilion.
Wen Ya laid her hands to signal everyone to be quiet. After the scene gradually became quiet, she said again:
"Shan Pavilion also has requirements for accepting disciples. First, I only accept twenty disciples; second, thirty taels of silver must be bundled; third, the age must not exceed sixteen years old. In addition, I will be based on
You will use your experience to make the final decision on the candidate.”
As soon as the words fell, many wailings came from the crowd, some were amazed at Shu Xiu's nobleness, some were regretful of their overage, and some even shouted: "Pavilion Master, can't you be a year or two over?"
"It is best to practice as early as possible. After the age of sixteen, most of the bones have been finalized. No matter how hard you practice, it will be half the result with half the effort, and it will be difficult to achieve the great truth in the end."
The crowd sighed for a while, but suddenly a shout of "get out of the way" came from behind the crowd. Everyone turned their heads when they heard the sound, and saw a young man on horseback angrily scolding the left and right, and forced his way through the crowd on horseback.
Someone recognized the young man on the horse and said in shock: "The third young master of the He family wants to enter the mountain pavilion."
"I heard that the young master of the Si family is also going to the mountain pavilion." Another person said. Just as he finished speaking, he heard bursts of "give way" coming from another direction. Everyone looked over and saw that it was wrong.
Is he the young master of the Si family's eldest family?
These two people are the most talked about people in the streets. Not to mention the relationship between the Si and He families, the tempers of these two young masters are that one is more difficult to deal with than the other. But now these two people actually meet together,
This is quite a show.
The two young masters, one on the left and the other on the right, came on horseback. When they arrived at the entrance of the mountain pavilion, He Yunshen saw the word "shan pavilion" with dragons and phoenixes dancing in it at a glance. He couldn't help but praise: "This door plaque is really rare." while dancing.
Get off your horse.
On the other side, the young master of the Si family, Si Wenzhi, also jumped off his horse and sighed at the word "mountain pavilion".
"The ancient ink is lightly rubbed with a few fragrances, and the new bath in the inkstone shines brightly. Its color, its shape, its density and dryness, its interruption and rolling, the thickness and thickness of the dew are all infinitely variable, and the atmosphere is myriad. Good calligraphy."
He Yunshen squinted and snorted coldly, "Why do I feel so uncomfortable listening to you talk? You know a few sour poems, but I haven't seen you become famous."
Si Wenzhi smiled slightly, without even looking at He Yunshen. He carried his clothes up the steps and said, "I don't talk to rude people, nor do I talk to people without virtue or talent."
He Yunshen's violent temper was aroused by these two words, which were neither gentle nor indifferent. He didn't say much. He pointed the riding whip in his hand directly at Si Wenzhi's back and whipped it.
The crowd exclaimed, and someone blurted out "Be careful." But in the next moment, the horse whip that was about to hit Si Wenzhi seemed to be caught by a dark force. At the same time, Si Wenzhi also noticed the attack from behind.
Turn around and avoid it.
He Yunshen's riding whip was imprisoned in the air. He tried hard to pull it, but it couldn't be pulled. Instead, he was pulled by the dark force from the opposite side. He lost his footing and fell directly head-on. Fortunately, he had practiced it since childhood, and when he was about to land,
Quickly holding the ground with both hands, the carp stood up and stood up, only to avoid falling to the ground.
The dignified third young master of the He family was disgraced in front of everyone. He Yunshen was ashamed and angry, and cursed: "Which son of a bitch dares to plot against your grandfather?"
The zhenqi in Wen Ya's hand was withdrawn, and the riding whip hanging in the air fell down. She said coldly: "If anyone causes trouble in front of the mountain pavilion in the future, whip them dozens of times to drive them away."
He Yunshen's breath was stuck in his throat as he cursed again and again. He felt flustered and flustered. He threw away his sleeves angrily and ordered the head boy to follow him: "Don't pick it up for me yet."
Chang Sui hurriedly picked up the whip, then stepped back and followed He Yunshen into the mountain pavilion.
The interior of the pavilion is spacious and empty, with only a pile of wooden furniture piled in the corner and nothing else. As for the wall, there are more than thirty different door plaques hanging on both sides, which are the trophies of previous games; there are also words written on the front
A huge "mountain" character is also shaped like a sky and accommodates hundreds of rivers.
The crowd of onlookers entered the pavilion one after another. They suddenly felt a breeze blowing on their faces, and the heat all over their bodies was gone. Some were surprised and exclaimed, while others were not surprised. After all, they had seen flying with swords before, so there was nothing to make a fuss about.
of.
There is a counter directly in front of the pavilion. There is a person standing inside. When he sees everyone coming in, he shouts: "Those who meet the requirements, register here."
Everyone heard the sound and looked over. They saw a middle-aged man with a writing brush in his hand and a booklet in front of him, waiting for someone to go.
Some people didn't give up and came around again and asked: "Are you really overage and won't you accept it?"
Zhufeng smiled and shook his head: "Only those under the age of sixteen are accepted."
The person who asked the question sighed with regret, shook his head and left. Afterwards, a young boy said excitedly: "I am thirteen this year, and I want to enter the mountain pavilion."
Zhufeng raised his pen and asked, "Who is your surname and where do you live?"
The young boy reported his name and address, and then asked, "Am I considered a disciple of Shange now?"
Zhufeng shook his head again, "If someone comes to report tomorrow, it will be 'clear', otherwise it will be 'no'."
The young man said something uneasy and turned around to leave.
He Yunshen felt bored listening to Wen Ya's talk about the origin and development of Shange. He looked around and saw the person who signed up. He was startled, then his eyes widened and he opened his mouth in shock.