The little boy walked with the team, but his mind didn't seem to be here. He seemed to be following the old fortune teller. This was in sharp contrast to the people around him who were happy to be chosen. The little boy thought about the past, although he always
He followed the old fortune teller around, but the old fortune teller never left him hungry or cold. The old fortune teller had a very strange temper. Sometimes he wouldn't talk to the little boy for a whole day, and when he didn't want to set up a stall, he would throw the little boy away.
On the side, drinking alone. Despite this, the little boy still felt that the old fortune teller cared about him.
The little boy was thinking about something and didn't pay attention to the scenery on the roadside, nor did he notice anyone around him. Suddenly, a gentle voice came: "Why, are you homesick?" The little boy came back to his senses.
When he looked up, he saw the fat man. The little boy shook his head: "I don't have a home."
The fat man was a little surprised: "You don't have a home? Who is that old man to you just now?"
The little boy lowered his head and said, "He is my adoptive father."
The fat man suddenly realized: "Oh, that's it! Can you tell me your name?"
The little boy said: "Linghu Heng."
When the fat man heard this name, he was stunned and said to himself: "Linghu? Could it be...?"
The little boy had a precocious mind, so he changed his mind and asked: "Uncle, do you know this last name?"
The fat man pondered for a moment and said: "This surname is rare, I'm just a little curious." Although the fat man said so, the little boy, oh no, it should be Linghu Heng, noticed that the fat man looked a little evasive.
, already knew in his heart that the fat man was not telling the truth, and he did not try to expose it. He thought to himself: "One day I will find out on my own who is my father and who is my mother. I will ask them personally why they abandoned me."
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This conversation made the scene a bit dull. Fortunately, the fat man just wanted to know some basic information about Linghu Heng. Since the goal has been achieved, he would just give it up. Gujian Mountain is not far from the martial arts competition platform, and it is difficult to get around.
By half an hour, we had reached the foot of Gujian Mountain.
The old man leading the way stopped, turned around and said calmly: "You have to climb the mountain on your own! This road leads all the way to the mountain gate of my Ancient Sword Sect, and the time limit is twelve hours." Then he looked up.
He looked at the sun and said: "It is exactly noon now. After Haishi, if you can't climb to the mountain gate, then you are not qualified to become a disciple of my Ancient Sword Sect. Do you understand?"
Linghu Heng raised his head and looked at the Ancient Sword Mountain. He saw that the Ancient Sword Mountain was majestic and winding, with the main peak towering into the clouds, and the Ancient Sword Sect was built on the main peak. There was only a small road to go up, and the road was overgrown with weeds.
There are many strange rocks, and no one has climbed up them for I don’t know how many years. It’s no wonder, who has nothing to do to climb this Ancient Sword Mountain? Everyone in Tianyu Continent knows that the Ancient Sword Sect is on the Ancient Sword Mountain. And those who cause trouble
, they all go up with a sword, so there is no need to go through the trouble of climbing the mountain. And those who can't handle a sword naturally don't have the guts to brave the ancient sword mountain.
The old man continued: "There is not much time left, why don't you start soon?"
After hearing these words, the one hundred and seventy-six selected people rushed to climb up the mountain, fearing that they would fall behind and not be able to enter the Ancient Sword Sect. Only the little boy took his time and fell behind.
The fat man was a little surprised: "Why don't you hurry up?"
Linghu Heng replied: "What's the use of hurrying up? As long as we can get to the mountain gate anyway."
The fat man was shocked by his answer, and said a little surprised: "As long as one can arrive!"
By the time the little boy started to climb, some people had already climbed very high, but their speed had slowed down due to excessive physical exertion. During the climb, except for the old man, the other fourteen people from the Ancient Sword Sect were secretly on the sidelines.
Protecting them, fearing that they would fall down the mountain by mistake. After all, they didn't have any spiritual power. If they fell, they would be disabled or dead.
Time passed minute by minute, and soon the sun had set and night began to fall. The vanguard of the mountain climber had only climbed halfway up the mountain before they were exhausted. Their feet were as heavy as lead, and they were halfway up the mountain.
He could no longer walk, so he had to stop and rest for a while before continuing. Linghu Heng was also out of breath from exhaustion, but he still had plenty of energy due to his experience of running with the old fortune teller all the year round.
At this time, someone in front of Linghu Heng suddenly shouted: "I can't crawl anymore, I'm afraid of the dark, I want to go home, I want to go home!" The voice was crying, but full of childishness. Linghu Heng took a look.
, but he was a well-dressed, smooth-skinned little rich man. The fat man's face was slightly sullen, and after a moment he came to the rich man's side and asked sternly: "Are you sure you give up?"
The rich boy wiped his tears and nodded. The fat man didn't say anything, rolled up his sleeves, rolled up the rich boy, and went down the mountain with his sword. One person set an example, and soon, more than a dozen others
Individuals couldn't stand it anymore and shouted loudly to go down the mountain. The people of the Ancient Sword Sect immediately led them down the mountain without saying a word. Linghu Heng saw this scene, but said nothing and just continued along the rugged mountain road.
Climb up.
On the way, when he was tired, Linghu Heng did not complain. When he was thirsty, Linghu Heng swallowed his saliva and continued to climb. Gradually, Linghu Heng had surpassed all the people in front of him. I don’t know how long it took, and finally he was in the same place.
In the darkness, he saw a scene of flickering candlelight. Linghu Heng's spirit perked up and he quickened his pace. After turning a mountain road, the mountain gate of the Ancient Sword Sect was clearly visible. After another quarter of an hour, Linghu Heng finally arrived.
In front of the mountain gate, he dragged his almost numb legs and stumbled into the back of the mountain gate. He was shocked by the scene in front of him: behind the mountain gate, there was another long staircase, and behind the stairs were buildings, with trees in between.
Green shadows, auspicious clouds, and antique buildings complement each other. It is a good place for self-cultivation! Before Linghu Heng finished looking at the scenery, an ethereal voice sounded in Linghu Heng's ears: "I can't believe that this year,
It was a child who climbed to the mountain gate first!"
Linghu Heng knew etiquette, so he bowed and said, "Linghu Heng pays homage to the senior, but I don't know what to do next?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a kind old man with a white beard appeared in front of him, as if he suddenly appeared, almost startling Linghu Heng. After Linghu Heng came to his senses, he discovered that his face was red and his eyebrows were long.
Xu, was wearing a simple Taoist robe, but what he held in his hand was not a sword, but a whisk. He had a smile on his face and didn't move very much. A big hand had already touched Linghu Heng's hand bones. For a moment, he
He raised his head in horror and looked at Linghu Heng, his eyes full of surprise. Linghu Heng noticed his abnormality and asked: "Grandpa, what's wrong with you?"
The old Taoist retracted his hand, put away his surprised expression, and put a smile as bright as the breeze on his face again, and said: "Good boy, it's okay for me to be a poor Taoist. You're tired of climbing up, so go and have a rest!"
After finishing, his whisk shook slightly. Linghu Heng was about to say something, but a white light flashed in front of his eyes, his eyes slowly closed, and his body fell back. Fortunately, there was someone behind him, otherwise he would have fallen down the mountain.
went.
The person who caught Linghu Heng was none other than the old man at the foot of the Ancient Sword Mountain. The old man said to the old man: "Master, he is the excellent bone I told you, and he is very suitable for practicing the skills of my Ancient Sword Sect.
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The old Taoist touched his beard and said: "Junior brother, thank you for your hard work. The poor Taoist has also found out. His bones are excellent."
"But..." "But what?" The old man flashed a hint of surprise.
The old man said: "The person who brought him here seems to be the fortune teller Du Sheng. I'm worried that this kid is an insider he deliberately arranged in our faction."
The old Taoist pondered for a while and said: "The divine fortune teller Du Sheng? Although he is a member of the devil's path, he has never done any evil. So what if he takes this child in? I am decent, don't I pay attention to tolerance, why should I care about these trivial matters?
?In my opinion, this child has clear eyes. He does not look like an evil person, but he is a man of great talent."
The old man was silent for a while, and then said: "The master, whose sect are you going to let him worship under?"
The old Taoist said: "Junior Brother Xiuyan, please keep silent. He has few disciples, so he may be able to carve this piece of raw jade better."
The old man said: "Although Junior Brother Xiuyan has achieved good results in cultivation, his ability to teach disciples is..."
"Hey, Junior Brother, are you underestimating Junior Brother Silence? He is very secretive!" The old Taoist waved his hand.
When the old man heard what the old Taoist said, he stopped insisting. He called a disciple, picked up Linghu Heng's sleeping body, and walked into the sect. The old man looked worried and said: "Master, I have something unclear to you.
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"Oh, what's the matter?" The old Taoist's divine light was like a torch. He did not look at the old man, but looked down at the teenagers who were still climbing the mountain and had not given up. The old man also turned around, looked down the mountain, and said: "Why
Every time our Ancient Sword Sect recruits hundreds of disciples, other sects recruit hundreds or even thousands, and the momentum is much greater. As a result, our Ancient Sword Sect will be at a disadvantage. I am afraid that in another hundred years, the Holy Land will
The reputation is no longer there!”
The old Taoist smiled and looked at the young men who were gritting their teeth and still working hard to climb, and said: "Look at them, isn't the future of the Ancient Sword Sect there?"
The old man said: "But the number of people is too small, not even one-tenth of the other sects!"
The old Taoist said: "Our ancient sword sect pays most attention to the foundation and perseverance. If you only have the foundation and no perseverance, even if you have achievements, your achievements will not be very great. However, the mental methods of our sect are obscure and difficult to understand, but they are profound skills passed down from ancient times."
The Dharma requires people with strong bones and perseverance, who have to go through a lot of hardships to get a glimpse of the true secrets. These two items are indispensable. Junior brother, you need to remember that there are not many disciples who are skilled. You see, there must be some among them who can
If we carry forward our sect, the prestige of the Ancient Sword Sect will not fall in their hands!" The old Taoist seemed confident, and even the old man felt the same way.
The old Taoist continued: "Junior brother, I understand that you are worried about the sect, but your cultivation has fallen behind too much, don't you think?"
The old man blushed for a while and said: "This is what my senior brother taught me!"
"You and I both joined the sect at the same time and worshiped under the disciples of our ancestors. We are known as the twin stars of the Ancient Sword Sect. We are not equally superior to the inferior, but you have delayed your own cultivation for such mundane things. Why bother!" The old Taoist lamented with regret.
He said, "You have been in the middle stage of divine transformation for a long time, right? If you work hard like Junior Brother Xiuyan, your achievements will not be lower than him, and our sect will have another master of crossing the void! Alas...
." The old Taoist sighed as if the leaves were about to fall.
The old man's face felt hot: "Foolish brother, I feel that my cultivation is too difficult and I can't calm down to practice. I'm ashamed!"
The old Taoist said: "Cultivation depends on the original mind. If the spiritual platform is clear, why should we be afraid of dust?"
The old man was stunned and murmured to himself: "Lingtai Qingming? Lingtai Qingming, how to do it..." The old man didn't point it out and let him figure it out on his own. Just when he was thinking hard and couldn't figure it out.
, those teenagers climbed up one after another, the old Taoist looked at them with a smile, and said: "You have passed the test when you reach the mountain gate!" Then he repeated the same trick, knocked them all out, and then let others take them to rest.