A few months ago in Sword King Mountain, a young man came.
This young man is unkempt and his behavior is different from ordinary people. Especially his movements up the mountain are very strange. Sometimes he uses his hands and feet together, sometimes he walks with a bow. It seems that he is not familiar with walking upright. Even so, the young man does not look like an abandoned child raised by beasts in the mountains. Especially his eyes are extremely full of energy, and the murderous aura is always lingering, with continuous ups and downs.
When the disciples on the mountain saw this young man climbing the mountain, they were all suspicious. It turned out that this young man often climbed up trees, twisted the crown of the tree with his arms, and swayed lightly, moving forward like an ape in the forest. In the forest, he can cross dozens of ancient trees in a short time, very quickly.
It looks like a beast but not a beast, looks like a human but not a human being, but it has attracted many resting disciples to watch outside the mountain gate.
In addition to the mountain master, Sword King Mountain also has many followers. Although the talent is not excellent in the eyes of the mountain master, it is already rare among Zihao Kingdom, so he reluctantly worships the sword. Wang Shan, as an ordinary disciple, practices swordsmanship on his own. As for wanting to be taught by the mountain master who is the Five Ultimate Master, it is just a dream.
Everyone knows that the master of Sword King Mountain is extremely skilled in swordsmanship and has extremely high vision. At the end of every year, this master of the Five Ultimate Swordsmanship shows his face to everyone. If you want to be taught by him, you must first pass the sect competition. After winning the first prize, he only had three sticks of incense to sit down with the mountain master and discuss the Tao, asking for advice on how to practice. The rest of the time, this master of swordsmanship, who carries a jade-encrusted branch all day long, is mostly walking around the world, or staying alone in the Sword King Temple. It is not until this time that the disciples will remember that their master, He was originally a Taoist priest.
It happened to be the day of the Beginning of Autumn sect competition, and there happened to be such an unkempt young man who looked like an animal coming up the mountain, which really made these disciples feel uneasy.
There are many talented people in the world. If this master of mountain climbing is really a natural swordsman, I am afraid that even if he wins the sect competition, he will have to give way to others. This is what many disciples are thinking at the moment, but there are also Many disciples who practiced sincerely only focused on getting their energy and spirit to work as expected before the competition. They didn't care about the strange young man climbing the mountain. They just silently rubbed the unsheathed long sword in their palms with bright eyes.
"If you ask me, this kid is not slow in climbing the mountain, but he has to step into the mountain gate in time before the three drums of the sect competition are sounded. I'm afraid it's a bit reluctant. Besides, how can those senior brothers at the top of the list let such a young man live safely? An boarded the mountain gate and saw that the boy didn't even have a sword on his back. How could he be a great weapon? He was probably just a wild child raised by hozens in the mountains. He saw the majestic mountains of our Sword King Mountain and decided to climb the mountain temporarily. "A fat disciple outside the mountain gate spoke with disdain. After saying this, he didn't forget to touch his own sword tassel wrapped with gold and silver threads.
The other disciples who were watching the young man climbing the mountain all agreed, not because of the fat senior brother's swordsmanship, but because of the fat man's status in the world, which was indeed unusual.
Among all the civil and military officials in the Zihao Kingdom, this fat senior brother and his father were the most respected.
"Having said that, the speed of that boy climbing the mountain seems to be getting faster and faster. Sword King Mountain is already rugged and difficult to climb, and it is almost straight up and down near the peak. The speed of this wild boy is actually increasing instead of decreasing. Look You do have some skills." The fat man changed the subject, a smile appeared on his face, and then turned to the dozens or twenty people around him and said, "You guys have no hope of winning the championship. In my opinion, it's better to stay outside the mountain gate. When the boy enters the gate, it can be delayed for a while, but the work will not be in vain. I will get a reward when I turn around, which is enough for you to be a rich man in the world for most of your life. What do you think?"
The other disciples had different expressions upon hearing this. Some were weighing the pros and cons, while others were silent and waiting for others to speak. However, most of them had happy brows and nodded in response.
Cultivation, understanding, talent, mind, nature, and luck are all top priorities. For this group of disciples whose talents and understanding are not top-notch, instead of sticking to the mountain gate and failing to achieve Taoism, it is better to do something for the future down the mountain. The plan, the so-called lying drunk in the rivers and lakes, has nothing to do with people of low ability like them.
The fat man waved his hand and walked straight back to the mountain gate.
As for the twenty people standing outside the gate, they stood quietly outside the mountain gate, looking at the young man's figure in the vast mountain road, silent.
"It seems that the fat man has persuaded away a group of people who are no longer useful." The top of Sword King Mountain occupies a very wide area. In addition to the already broad and majestic Sword King Temple, there are hundreds of courtyards lined up on both sides. There is only one open space in the middle of the courtyard to pay homage to the master, practice martial arts, or even compete in sect competitions. The entire top of Sword King Mountain is arranged in an extremely regular manner, giving you a majestic look. In the courtyard of the nearest Sword King Temple, except for an old steward who was responsible for the miscellaneous affairs on the mountain, there was only one disciple. He was dressed in gray clothes and had a scarf on his head. He was standing in the courtyard at the moment, looking at the man who took three swaying steps with disdain. Fat man.
"No matter what he does, you, the leader of the last sect competition, why bother trying to get along with a high-ranking scoundrel like him." The old steward was struggling to move a drum out of the courtyard, and said with a raised eyebrow, "If you have the skills, why not help The old man holds his arms and sticks in the courtyard all day long, pointing out the country, and asking others to compete with him sooner or later."
The man in gray snorted coldly, "I'll just go out when the competition starts and go back to the house to take a nap."
As for the old steward's scolding behind his head, the man ignored him at all and went straight to his room. He actually fell asleep and soon started snoring like thunder.
As soon as the drum sounded, the old steward put the drumsticks aside. Although he was very old, he was very powerful. The big drum, which was one foot wide, made the old man beat the drum so loudly that it shook the sky and the earth.
On the Sword King Mountain, all the disciples came out.
The strange young man who was climbing the mountain seemed to have heard the drumming sound like a torrential rain, so he got down on all fours and ran up the mountain at an even faster speed. Even the fallen leaves beside him were dancing with him.
Two drums sound.
The door of the Sword King Temple was wide open, and a Taoist priest wearing a black robe walked out calmly, carrying a jade-inlaid branch on his back, which was green and dripping.
On the Sword King Mountain, crowds of people stood silently. Even the man in gray who had been taking a nap picked up his long sword and walked out.
The disciples waiting outside the mountain gate suddenly realized that the unkempt young man was already ten feet away from the mountain gate. The leader was about to draw his sword, but the young man used his strength from his shoulders and waist to lean more than a foot away. The long sword at his waist had already fallen into the latter's palm.
There is murderous intent in front of the mountain gate.
The three-way drum sounded, but before the drum sound stopped, a bare foot fell on the threshold of the mountain gate.
The Taoist smiled for the first time.
The man in gray clothes suddenly turned around, only to see a young man with a hunched back and blood all over his body standing on top of the mountain gate.
