Early next morning.
Lei Yinyun and Fan Yi mounted the horses that had been prepared and galloped away towards the direction of Wu Zong.
After fourteen days of traveling, no more accidents occurred.
At this moment, the sky was just beginning to light up.
Four tall horses jumped out from the cracks in the valley and stepped into the territory of Wuzong Mountain Gate.
In front of you is an open land with countless villages scattered around. It looks like a city, but in fact it is a large market town.
There was an endless stream of pedestrians coming and going in the town, and everyone had piety on their faces.
Once you enter, you will find that there are many shops in the streets, many inns, and many blacksmith shops for forging weapons.
It was a very lively place.
This is the only human race gathering place under Wuzong Mountain, and countless people who seek immortality come here.
However, some monks stayed because their age did not meet Wuzong's requirements. Occasionally, the real Wuzong would come down the mountain and listen to the sermons.
Lei Yinyun dismounted first and walked towards the town holding the reins.
Fan Yi and the other three followed suit.
It took them more than an hour to complete the town.
The scene in front of me seemed magnificent.
In the distance are more than a dozen high mountains that reach into the sky, and separated from the town is a broad lake.
There are boats coming and going on the broad lake,
The boat is not big and can only accommodate three or four people.
The men standing on the boat were all wearing blue robes, and the women were all wearing blue skirts.
Some carry long knives on their backs, some hang swords on their waists, and a very small number of people hold spears, halberds, axes, etc.
These are all disciples of Wuzong.
When Lei Yinyun saw a boat coming, he walked forward. After the monks on the boat came down, he took the initiative to talk to the boatman.
"Boatman, can you extradite the three people next to me across the lake?"
The boatman was about sixty years old. He looked a little thinner, but his arms were exposed. He didn't feel cold. His muscles looked bulging, unlike ordinary people.
The boatman touched his beard and asked:
"Are you here to ask questions about Wuzong, or do you want to worship at the mountain gate?"
Lei Yinyun smiled and said:
"Ask if you don't dare, just worship at the mountain gate."
The boatman moved his eyes to Fan Yi and the other three, and after looking at them, he said with a smile:
"The gates of Wuzong Mountain are wide open, recruiting young cultivators from various cities and towns. Come up, I am willing to ferry you across the lake."
Hearing this, Lei Yinyun took out a cloth bag from his pocket, then handed it to the boatman and said:
"Hundreds of spiritual stones, thank you for your work."
When the boatman saw that Lei Yinyun was generous, he took it naturally.
Lei Yinyun asked Fan Yi and the others to board the boat, but he stood still and refused to leave.
Bai Yanfeng said hurriedly:
"Uncle Lei, won't you go up the mountain with us?"
Lei Yinyun waved his hand and said:
"After sending you three to the boat, my mission is completed. There are heavy affairs in Tianlong City, and we must rush back as soon as possible."
Bai Yanfeng wanted to say something else, but the boatman spoke to him:
"It turns out it's Tianlong City. No wonder it's so generous. Don't worry, I will send these three children safely to the other side and ring the knocking bell."
Lei Yinyun cupped his fists in salute to the boatman, then looked at Fan Yi and said:
"Fan Yi, from now on, the three of you must practice cultivation well and take care of each other."
Fan Yi nodded.
Jiang Jixue smiled and said:
"Uncle Lei has worked hard all the way. Go back and tell my father that Ji Xue will not let him down."
Bai Yanfeng could only wave his hand.
Lei Yinyun held the four horses and turned around to leave.
The boatman laughed and said:
"Stand still. Although my boat is smaller, it is very fast."
As he spoke, the boatman held a bamboo pole less than two feet tall, put his head against the shore, and then used the pestle forcefully, and the boat moved briskly towards the lake.
Faintly, there was a sound of wind in the ears of Fan Yi and the others.
Watching every time the boatman fiddles with the lake, several waves will pile up on the water, pushing the boat forward.
This boatman is not simple.
Fan Yi and Jiang Jixue looked at each other and nodded in unison.
This boatman's martial arts cultivation is probably at a higher level than Fan Yilai's, so that he can put his spiritual power on the bamboo poles to control the movement of the boat.
It's just that this method is also quite energy-consuming.
Not much time.
The boat has docked.
Occasionally, there are sword-wielding monks flying from the town across the lake in the sky, stopping halfway up the mountain, and then walking up.
Many young monks looked at it with expressions of admiration.
The boatman laughed and said:
"You three are coming with me. Before you enter the mountain gate, you must ring the mountain bell so that someone from the Wuzong can take you up the mountain."
“If you climb a mountain without permission, you may be expelled, or you may have to suffer a lot.”
Fan Yi hugged the old man and said:
"We are new to this treasure land and don't know the rules here. Please give us some guidance from the elderly."
The boatman touched the cloth bag just now and replied with a smile:
"Brother, don't worry too much. I won't take this reward money in vain. Let's go and talk as we go."
Fan Yi and the other three followed the old man's footsteps and walked towards the stone staircase of the mountain gate.
It turned out that there was a square paved with bluestone slabs, and there were three tall stone pillars in the center of the square.
A thick copper bell, one foot high, hangs in the center of these three stone pillars.
I saw that many young men and women had gathered around the bronze bell. It seems that these people, like the three of them, all wanted to worship at the Wuzong Mountain Gate.
As I approached, I heard a bell ringing.
It turned out that a tall and tall young man was punching the bell with his right fist.
A total of nine blasts.
When the onlookers saw this scene, they started talking about it.
"This man is very powerful. He can ring the knocking bell nine times with his physical strength. I don't know which city he is the young master of."
"Nine punches and nine sounds. In terms of physical strength alone, there are few opponents among my peers. I just don't know if he is a dual practitioner of immortality and martial arts."
Just when everyone was whispering.
An old man's figure flew over from the top of the mountain, and then came to the bronze bell.
The old man pressed the young man's shoulder and said softly:
"Knock the mountain bell nine times, and I will personally come to take you up the mountain."
Before the young man could speak, the old man had already led others up.
The boatman touched his beard and said:
"This is a rule set by the Wuzong. Anyone who can ring the bronze bell nine times with physical strength will be personally received by the Wuzong elder."
"Under the nine rings, you can hike up the mountain."
Fan Yi smiled and asked:
"Then what happens if it doesn't ring at all?"
The boatman made a gesture with his thumb, pointing behind him, and said:
"Of course he went back to where he came from."
Fan Yi continued to ask:
"What will happen if there are ten rings?"
The boatman was a little impatient, because for him, ten rings was impossible and had never happened.
He said angrily:
"If you can hit ten rings, how about I carry you up myself?"
Fan Yi touched his nose and said nothing.
Wait half an hour.
Although many young men and women tried to ring the bell one after another, they all stopped at three and four rings.
No one ever hit nine again.
There were also men and women shaking their heads and leaving the square, really going back to where they came from.
After a long time.
Finally it was Fan Yi's turn.
