Throughout the whole day, Yun Zhong never got up from the bench outside Dashan Gate. He already had seven or eight pieces of rice paper on hand, all of which were full of writing. He had not picked up a pen for many days, and now he wrote continuously in one day. After writing thousands of words eloquently, my wrists felt sore, and then I looked at the people from all walks of life outside the mountain gate, which was still covered almost all the way to the mountain road, and I suddenly felt that my eyes were dark.
Originally, Xunsi Baihu Sect was not well-known, and even if it advertised to accept disciples, there might not be much movement, but then Yun Zhong was unexpected. Hundreds of people came to the door in one day, and before they heard the rooster crow, it was There was a long queue in front of the mountain gate. Although there are very few people in the world who follow the rules, and if it were an ordinary place, they would definitely not behave like this. But after all, this is the Baihumen Mountain Gate, and not many people dare to act recklessly, so the team looks very neat; there are more than half a person tall and short on the shoulders and backs. The man leading the horse with a saber, the neat knight with an invisible appearance wearing a bamboo hat hanging from his waist, and even a child with a puzzled face, asking his elders to carry it on their shoulders, looking curiously at the top of the mountain in the distance.
"Old sir, even if you put a few kilograms of powder on the dough, your age is still clearly stated on the table. You are entrusted by the master of the door. I really can't lie. I have no conscience and write that I am twenty-six years old for my father-in-law. "The young man pressed his forehead and smiled bitterly. His face was filled with embarrassment and he looked at the old man in front of him who was very white-skinned but full of wrinkles. He was quite helpless.
After recording hundreds of people who came to be apprentices, the young man learned some hidden secrets. Although the Baihu Sect was not as famous as the Ma Gang, it was still the only one in the world. No gang in Fengyou County dared to join them. The caravan is against them, but only the master of the Baihu Sect dares to fight with the caravan, so his reputation in this world has also increased.
The old man's face was slightly red, but he soon coughed twice. He leaned over to cover Yun Zhong's face, carefully took out a money bag from his cuff, felt out ten taels of silver from it, and handed it to the young man's hand tremblingly. He came up and said with a smile in a low voice, "The young man has unrivaled vision, and the little old man is ashamed. But at this age, he still has accomplished nothing. The gangs in Fengyou County are complex. In the past few years, the little old man's family has been attacked by various gangs several times. To bully someone, you have to be known as a member of the Baihu Sect to avoid trouble."
The young man was stunned for a moment, then looked at the old man's hand again and remained silent.
The palms of Lianjiazi's hands are mostly covered with numerous calluses. One layer of calluses is peeled off, and another layer is added, one layer after another. Even the woman's originally delicate hands are miserable and tight after practicing swordsmanship and spear training for many years; and the palms of the old man in front of me are miserable. , but it is much more miserable than those who practice martial arts, with thousands of ravines and ravines, even worse than those who make mats and fish all day long.
The young man started writing and added the words "twenty to six" after the old man's name, and then returned the twelve taels of broken silver on the table to the old man, "I don't need to do this, since I just want to be a member of the Baihushan gang." , I don’t want to be a disciple. I think even if the master comes, he will open the door for convenience. Isn’t it difficult to save ten taels of silver? It’s easy to get it, but it’s a bit much. Let’s just keep it for the family.”
The old man was stunned until the man behind him was waiting impatiently. He snorted coldly before he came back to his senses. He smiled at the young man, put on a smile that he thought was bright, put away the money, and walked out of the crowd with a hunched body.
"This Young Master Yun looks very much like me back then," Ye Zhai, who was wearing black clothes in the distance, stood by the entrance of the well in the courtyard, feeling quite emotional, "but if it is true that there are six out of twenty, that old man is really going to enter." So what should I do if I get a disciple? I am curious about what this young man should do to find a compromise that will not cause the old man to suffer, but also prevent the sect from having more sixty-year-old disciples during the recruitment period."
"Master, please don't make things difficult for Young Master Yun," the old servant on the side said happily, after taking care of the green lotus in the well, "It's good to have this kind of thought. It's really rare to be at this age. Looking at the face, it's nothing." He is a half-grown boy in the 14th Five-Year Plan, but the wind and rain in the world have roughened his appearance a little, so he has become much more mature. After being raised for two months, he may not necessarily be a handsome young man."
Ye Zhai smiled heavily when he heard this, brushed off the light gray on his sleeves, and said sternly for no reason: "In that case, the only drawback is that my skin is not as good as the master of this sect. I think when my hair was not white yet, with my handsome face His face made many beauties tremble in their hearts. Fortunately, his Taoist heart was strong, so he never resolutely left the White Gourd Sect and went down the mountain to play in the world of mortals." Although it was a joke, Ye Zhai's tone when he said these words did not sound like a joke. joy.
The old man didn't understand what he meant, but he still turned around to look at the three children practicing their steps on the plum blossom pile. He frowned and scolded, "How can you, a master, speak so wildly? If your disciples hear it, they may not learn well." What if the reputation of Baihu Sect is completely destroyed in the future?"
Ye Zhai did not defend himself, lifted up his black robe, pulled out a long sword with a handle like a thin willow branch, threw it into the old man's hand casually, twisted his waist and legs, lowered his eyelids, and walked into the house on his own, leaving only a word of laziness. Discourse.
"When I think about it, it has been many years since I asked you to wash my sword. The blade has never become rusty, but it has been sunk in the mud all day long. After all, it doesn't look as good as it did before. It needs to be cleaned more carefully."
The old man took the rare-looking thin sword, touched it between his hands, carefully stroked away the old mud outside the scabbard, trembled his lips, and said nothing for a long time. There is a plain white mountain in Baihumen. There is a well in the mountain, and there is also a sword in the mountain. It has been buried in the ground for nearly sixty years. I still remember that when I was young, this long sword, as slender as the new eyebrows of a willow leaf, once came out of Fengyou. Make thousands of thieves bow their heads.
The sky outside the mountain gate was getting dark, and the long queue that originally seemed endless, but after Yun Zhong wrote and recorded it in one day, there were only a dozen or so people left, all of whom were late and fell behind. Among them, there was a middle-aged man carrying a child on his shoulders. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked forward and said softly, "This young hero, my youngest son is only five years old. Can he come here to be named?"
"Of course," Yun Zhong raised his eyes to look at the smart child with black and white eyes carried on the man's shoulder, and said with a gentle smile, "It is better to practice martial arts at a young age than to become a monk halfway. Firstly, it can strengthen the muscles and bones, and secondly, children learn skills the fastest , if you memorize the moves, you can also lay a solid foundation, which is several times stronger than those who are older."
At some point, Wen Yu stood behind the young man. Seeing the boy's bright eyes and white teeth, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Practice martial arts is not an easy profession. Why would a father want his son to practice martial arts under his master?" If you read some poems and books, you may not be able to attend court in the future, so why bother learning martial arts."
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man's expression suddenly dropped. He stroked the child's hair and sighed, "If my family had not declined to this point, I would never have brought my son to the mountains to practice martial arts. How old are you now? Others are still... How can I endure the hardships of practicing martial arts at an age when I am playing in the streets? If my peers talk about it in the future, having no family and no job, but only carrying a knife all day long to travel around the world, it will be really humiliating."
Wen Yu's expression changed slightly, "Brother, it seems that Jianghu Erlang is looked down upon by people everywhere in Fengyou County? This is indeed unpleasant to hear."
Yun Zhong shook his head, winked with the woman, and then said calmly, "It is true that the people in the Jianghu are not well-off in Fengyou County. I have heard this saying, but if you don't want to do it in every way, why do you still want to put it together?" If my son is sent to Baihumen, even if his family is in a bad state, judging from his clothes and grooming, he will not have no money to support him. I hope this will clear up my doubts."
The middle-aged man smiled bitterly, smoothed the bun on his shoulders and around the child's ears, and said with a lonely expression: "If it is not a last resort, why would it be like this? The Yizhang family is indeed numerous, but today's saints and wise men, if they study hard for more than ten years, they will be able to do something like this. Seek the destiny to enter the court. But for five generations in my family, I have been military attachés on the battlefield. Even if the family is now in decline and has lost its former power, it will always make my nephews and descendants learn extraordinary martial arts. If the opportunity is right in the future, It is still unclear whether it will be broken and then established.”
The more the man spoke, the more arrogant he became in his face, but immediately his face darkened again, and he stared at Yun Zhongdao, "It has been passed down from generation to generation, and this is the only seedling left in the family. If it is entrusted to the noble land of Baihu Mountain, even if my skills are not perfect, Ruyi, I dare to ask young hero, can you protect the lives of my Chu family’s children and grandchildren so that they can have enough food and clothing?”
Only then did the young man realize that although the man in front of him was not tall, he was extremely stocky. He seemed to have come down from a long queue on the mountain road, and the shoulder that carried the child had never been changed once. It lasted almost a whole day. He was very strong. extraordinary.
"Although Baihushan's gate is small, no disciple has ever died in infancy. It is not difficult to save your son's life." A man in black clothes and white hair walked out of the door. He seemed to have taken a nap for a while, and his expression was quite serious. Tiredly, he walked up to the stocky man and smiled slightly, "As for his skills, this sect leader is a little bit ambitious and can teach this boy well. He keeps saying that he looks down on people in the world, and he must do something to block Fengyou County. Isn’t it human speech?”
Before the man could say anything, Ye Zhai bowed slightly and said to the child, "Your father told me about this matter. I don't want to count. It depends on your own will. Do you want to endure this hardship and gain this blessing?" Source, it’s all up to you.”
The child didn't know why, so he just stared at Yunzhong's waist with his black and white eyes.
"Dad, what is that?"
The man looked slightly embarrassed, and smiled at Yunzhong, "The youngest son in the family has never seen a weapon, and he doesn't know what the rules of the world are. Don't be upset, young hero."
But Yun Zhong never cared about it. He took off the water-fire long sword from his waist, stood up and handed it to the child. He said, "This thing is called a sword. It is the sharpest when it is three feet and three inches. Don't use it." You'll hurt yourself if you pull it out, just go and see."
In full view of everyone, the child put his hand on the scabbard and rubbed it twice. His eyes were full of joy. In the end, he reluctantly let go of his hand and smiled in return at the man.
"Children want to learn.".
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