Lu Jingyuan rode the flying sword and came all the way south, flying for another day and night. That day, when I came to a small town, my belly was pounding, so I looked around for an inn, went in, ordered a jar of wine, three plates of food and wine, found a secluded corner, and sat down to eat slowly.
After a while, the waiter brought the food and wine to the table. Lu Jingyuan glanced at him. He was dressed in green clothes, with shining eyes and a smiling face.
Lu Jingyuan immediately asked him: "Excuse me, my second brother, how to get to Wudang Mountain?"
The shop assistant turned his head, still with a smile on his face, as if the smile was born on that face. Just listen to him say: "I am the third youngest in my family, so I am not the second waiter, but the third waiter in the shop."
Lu Jingyuan saw that he was serious when he said this, and felt secretly amused. However, he had to ask him for something at this time, so he had no choice but to obey him, "Little Third Brother, how to get to Wudang Mountain?"
The waiter pointed in a direction and said: "After climbing over the two mountains, the highest mountain is Wudang Mountain."
The waiter put the wine and meat on the table one by one, looked Lu Jingyuan up and down, and said, "Do you think you are dressed like a local? You are also here to take the Wudang Mountain entry test, right?"
"What's the 'entry test'?" Lu Jingyuan asked confused.
"It's the 'entry test' held every three years by the Wudang Sword Sect. Those who pass it will have the opportunity to become a registered disciple of the Wudang Sword Sect." The waiter said again, "It seems like you are not going to take the entry test. "
"The third brother even knows the things in these immortal sects, it's really amazing."
As soon as the waiter finished speaking, someone among the customers immediately took over and shouted. Then there was a roar. The waiter in the shop started laughing and felt very proud. Ignoring Lu Jingyuan, he ran away humming a tune.
"Little Third Brother, what's going on with the 'entry test'?"
After a while, someone asked the store clerk again.
The waiter raised his head and looked at the person who asked him, his eyes shining. It was as if he had received the approval of the immortal and was about to take office in Wudang Mountain.
"The 'Entry Test' is a test conference held every three years by the Wudang Sword Sect. At that time, all the elders of the sect will gather together. As long as you are talented and smart and pass through the Taoist Forest, you will have the opportunity to enter the Immortal Sect to practice. In case you are attacked by someone The elder took a fancy to him and even had the opportunity to become a disciple."
Hearing this, all the customers had stars in their eyes, imagining what it would be like to become a disciple of the Wudang Sword Sect. Becoming a disciple of the Immortal Sect is tantamount to a person attaining the Tao, a chicken or a dog ascending to heaven. Even the entire family has become a sect family, has been protected by the sect for generations, and has been prosperous for generations.
"How can it be so easy to pass the 'entry test'? Over the years, it has been held for ten times. There are countless people who have gone up the mountain to compete. Only two people can pass the test and enter the sect."
After saying this, the waiter sighed and walked away. The customers behind him were also like deflated rubber balls, shaking their heads and sighing, feeling disappointed.
At this moment, a man dressed as a farmer ran in quickly. He looked panicked and shouted when he saw anyone: "The bandits are coming, the bandits are coming!"
As soon as these words came out, all the customers in the room trembled and rushed out of the door. In an instant, the building is completely empty after leaving, where can I dare to stay? I just regret that my parents have lost two legs.
The inn is deserted. In this deserted place, Lu Jingyuan still did not move. Like a stone or wood carving, he sat steadily at the table, pouring and drinking in front of a table full of food and wine.
After a while, a group of bare-armed men blocked the door, holding bright steel knives in their hands. The leader is a bald man with a scar from his left eye to his right cheek. At first glance, he looks very scary.
The shopkeeper had already brought a handful of silver to the scarred man with trembling hands. He nodded and bowed, "Master Hu, here is this month's three hundred taels of filial piety money. Please accept it."
The scarred man waved his hand, and the man next to him immediately stepped forward and reached out to take it.
"Third brother, there are people here!" The accomplice pointed at Lu Jingyuan and yelled at the scarred man.
"Damn it! Don't laborers have eyes? Do I need you to teach me how to do things?" The man with the scar turned his head angrily at the man who shouted at him, and while cursing, he stood up towards Lu Jingyuan.
A group of big and thick men also gathered around to prevent the other party from escaping.
When the store manager saw it, he was silently worried about the young man in front of him, "This man is going to die. Alas, it's a pity that he is so young."
Lu Jingyuan, however, still sat there as if nothing happened. He didn't care about the bandits who surrounded him.
"Friend, which road are you on? You come to the top of my Black Wind Mountain and don't come to worship the mountain?" The scarred man snorted.
"Master Hu, this guy is from a foreign country and doesn't know the rules of this place. Just for my sake, let him live, right?" the shopkeeper said with a smile.
The scarred man's eyes turned cold and he shouted at the shopkeeper: "Get out of here!"
The shopkeeper's face turned pale with fright, and he hid in a corner in a panic, as if the thief's eyes could kill.
Lu Jingyuan didn't panic at all, he just ate meat and drank wine as if nothing had happened.
Seeing this, the scarred man's eyebrows knitted together. He hesitated for a moment, then winked at his men, and a bearded man on the left came straight towards Lu Jingyuan's back with a big sword.
The broadsword brought up gusts of dark wind and rushed towards Lu Jingyuan. By chance, he lowered his head and avoided the slash in the waist. When the big man with the beard came closer, he raised his head, which coincidentally hit the big man's chin. In an instant, the bearded man was knocked upside down and the wind-splitting sword fell off his hand.
All the men were dumbfounded. They couldn't believe their eyes. They wiped their eyes again and again. They couldn't believe that the big man with a curly beard, who was always known for his ferocity, was knocked down by a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old!
The man with the scar also tightened his relaxed eyebrows and touched his bare head, with a sinister expression on his face.
I don’t know why he is laughing?
When the bandits saw it, they broke out in cold sweat. Because they knew that the scarred man was completely angry now, and the boy in front of them was finished!
