Huashan Yunv Peak has a dangerous peak, quiet trees, chirping birds and gurgling water.
On a flat land on the top of the mountain, four or five large houses with whitewashed walls stand high or low depending on the mountain, forming a huge courtyard.
There is a significantly more majestic main house in the courtyard.
There is a plaque hanging between the beams in the back hall of the main house, with the four characters "Use Qi to Control the Sword" written on it.
The hall was solemnly decorated, with long swords hanging on both walls. The scabbards were dark and the tassels were old.
There is a portrait of a Taoist hanging on the wall in the middle hall. Under the portrait is a high-legged altar table with more than a dozen spiritual tablets.
There is also an incense table under the offering table.
On both sides of the incense table, there are two armchairs.
At this time, a middle-aged man in his thirties was sitting on the armchair.
But I saw that he had a rectangular face, sword-shaped eyebrows and thin lips, and a short beard under his chin. He frowned tightly and put one hand on the chair handle to support his chin, as if he was hesitating about something.
After a while, another young woman in her mid-twenties walked into the Zhengqi Hall. As she walked, she said, "Brother Chong, why are you still undecided?"
The middle-aged man heard the young woman's voice, raised his head, and said with crooked eyes: "Yingying, why are you here? Where is Shan'er?"
Yingying walked to another armchair and sat down, saying angrily: "Shan'er took a nap. Before she went to bed, she asked her why daddy didn't come to tell stories. It was so easy for me to coax her."
Brother Chong looked stunned and said: "Hey, aren't I just having a headache about opening a mountain sect and accepting disciples?"
"What's the headache? You can take it if you want, and you can't take it if you don't want to." Yingying teased.
"But, even though I am the leader of the Five Mountains Alliance, my Huashan sect is not as good as the other four sects. I really have to live up to the great trust of all the ancestors." Brother Chong said with a sigh.
"Then I won't be the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains. Whoever wants to be the leader can do it. As long as our family is in harmony, it will be fine." Yingying advised.
"No, I have been establishing the Huashan sect for more than two hundred years. I..." Brother Chong shook his head quickly.
Before he finished speaking, Yingying interrupted him and said with a narrow smile: "Brother Chong, it's not that you don't want to accept a disciple, you're just afraid that you won't be able to be unruly in the future, right?"
Brother Chong's face turned even redder. He looked at the smiling Yingying and suddenly burst out laughing. He pointed at Yingying and said, "Yingying, you just love to tease me. That's right, as a master, you should lead by example, every day.
I feel a little uncomfortable having to supervise their homework."
Seeing that he admitted that he couldn't stand the restraint, Yingying covered her mouth and smiled sweetly for a while, then she put away her smile and said, "Can't the other disciples of Huashan teach the new disciples first?"
Brother Chong sighed again. He knew in his heart that people on Mount Hua were really not good at teaching disciples now.
Since all the elders of the previous generation of Huashan died and he took over as the head of Huashan, the situation has become even more difficult.
Except for himself, the nine great disciples of Huashan of his generation, including Yue Lingshan, Luo Denuo, Liang Fa, Shi Daizi, Gao Genming, Lu Dayou, Tao Jun, and Ying Baoluo, have all withered away.
Lauderno died the last. He was chained by two monkeys and ran around the mountain. However, he relied on his strong will to survive and survived for several years sleeping in the open air. It was not until the year before last that he discovered that the two monkeys were dragging him behind him.
A white skeleton.
Apart from the nine major disciples, there are only a dozen disciples with ordinary qualifications left in Huashan.
After the Battle of Hengshan, Linghu Chong resigned as the head of Hengshan and returned to Huashan to take over as the head. However, he was a free and unrestrained nature, so he left the dozen or so junior brothers and sisters to their own devices and allowed them to practice on their own. Only when they didn't understand did they ask for advice.
Anyway, he has money, so there is no need to force them to make money, because Ren Yingying also resigned as the leader of the Sun Moon God Sect and brought a generous dowry.
Over the years, Huashan has gradually recovered its vitality under his inactive rule. However, compared to the other four sects who have firmly cultivated talents, and from time to time one or two disciples have become famous in the world, Huashan is far behind.
If we don't accept any more disciples, when Linghu Chong's generation of disciples gradually grow old, Huashan will cease operations.
No matter how dashing Linghu Chong is, he still has to consider recruiting new people. He really doesn't want Huashan to lose its inheritance because of his willfulness.
Ren Yingying looked at her husband who was deep in thought and said nothing to disturb him.
After a long time, Linghu Chong frowned, slapped his thigh and stood up, saying loudly: "Fuck Nana, is it harder to teach a disciple than to quit drinking? I will send a message tomorrow that Huashan Mountain will open its gate and accept disciples!"
That's right, because his daughter Linghushan disliked her father's smell of alcohol and wouldn't let him hold her, he made up his mind to quit drinking.
Ren Yingying looked at her passionate husband affectionately, pursed her lips and smiled softly.
Seven days later, in the early morning, dozens of young people gathered on another platform at the top of Chaoyang Peak in Huashan Mountain.
Some people gathered together and talked, while others waited alone.
The better-dressed ones were probably city dwellers, who gathered around each other, chatting and laughing. The plain-dressed ones were mostly farm boys, and many of them lowered their heads shyly and did not join in the group.
Among this group of people, there was a person who was out of place. He was dressed in a white Confucian robe, with a sigh on his face, standing proudly and alone under a pine tree on the edge of the platform, silent.
A series of city residents saw him dressed up and wanted to invite him to chat with him, but he politely waved his hand and refused.
The hour has come, and a group of people came from the foot of the peak. The leader was a handsome middle-aged man. He was wearing a long robe without a belt. His clothes were swaying in the wind, and he was very cool. Behind him were a dozen people dressed in warrior uniforms.
The men and women pretending to be there looked quite young, they were all around thirty years old.
The teenagers on the platform discovered them and quickly stopped playing and stood in silence.
The group of people walked to the middle of the platform. The leading man pulled a stone, sat down casually, and nodded to the man behind him.
The man took two steps and said loudly: "I am Jiang Yushi, the twelfth generation secular disciple of Huashan."
Jiang Yushi paused for a moment after saying this, looked around, and then said: "The ceremony to recruit the 13th generation disciple of the Huashan Sect begins now. You should line up on your own first, and then come up one by one and say to the leader
Tell your name, place of origin, age, and what martial arts you have learned, and then the leader will test you, and if you pass, which side will you stand on."
As he spoke, he pointed at the pine tree beside the platform. Well, he was stunned for a moment. There was someone standing there with his back to the middle, as if he was not paying attention to the scene.
Jiang Yushi withdrew his gaze and said loudly: "Did you hear everything clearly?"
"It's clear." A rare voice came from the field.
"You guys are older..." Jiang Yushi wanted to say more, but was stopped by the leader in the middle, and said: "Let them go, martial arts practitioners don't pay attention to this."
"Yes, Brother Leader." Jiang Yushi had no choice but to clasp his fists in agreement, and then waved for everyone to line up.
At this moment, his heart suddenly moved, and he looked at the person standing under the pine tree just now.
I saw that the man no longer pretended not to hear, turned around, and calmly walked to the back of the line and lined up.
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