Heaven above heaven, Shizhou City.
Today is the day when Qingshan Sect, the largest sect in Shizhou City, recruits new disciples.
People gathered outside the mountain gate to sign up.
Among the crowd, a young man was carrying a wooden sword and looking longingly at the Qingshan Sect in front of him.
The young man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and is handsome in appearance.
His name is Tao Ziming, and he comes from Fangtao Village within the jurisdiction of Shizhou City.
He was abandoned by his parents when he was a child and was raised by the village chief.
He was abandoned because he was a "freak."
At this time, I saw that the left shoulder of his clothes was bulging, and there seemed to be a ball hidden inside.
In fact, it was his other head, but that head had a blurred face and no sound. It hung on his left shoulder all day long.
Because he had an extra head, he was abandoned after birth, and was then picked up and taken home by Tao Daming, the head of Fangtao Village.
Tao Daming liked this strange child very much and named him Tao Ziming.
A fortune teller once passed by Tao Daming's house. He counted with his fingers and told Tao Daming.
If Tao Ziming's other head opens his eyes, or becomes conscious and can speak, then this child will definitely become a legend in the sky!
Tao Ziming has been regarded as a freak by the villagers since he was a child. He usually wears a high-collar robe to block the other head.
The other head, except for a little snoring, has not moved at all over the years, has never opened its eyes, and can't make a sound.
Tao Ziming regarded it as part of his body.
The year he came to Qingshan Sect, he was only eighteen years old.
At that time, he didn't know that he would be a sword master in the sky in the future! It is an existence that countless sects are frightened by!
He didn't know that he would have three apprentices, each one more powerful than the other.
Especially his second disciple Lin Qiaoyue, he was the disciple he hated the most but was the most proud of in his heart.
"Come to Qingshan Sect to learn the secret arts, the registration fee is five taels of silver!" an outer disciple shouted.
Suddenly, people gathered around him.
Registration has finally begun.
When it was Tao Ziming's turn, he took out the money given to him by his adoptive father Tao Daming, and then carefully handed five taels of silver to the outer disciple Sun Yu.
When people around him were not paying attention, he handed Sun Yu a colorful picture album called "Wild Girl in the Village".
Sun Yu calmly stuffed the album into his long sleeve, then smiled broadly.
Although the young man in front of him has something wrong with his shoulders, he is very sensible.
Sun Yu whispered: "You don't need to take part in the second round of tests later. You can go directly to the side hall to report."
You know, after giving the money, a second round of testing is required, which is to verify the talent by the elders of Qingshan Sect.
If you have good talent, you can become a direct disciple.
If you are not talented enough, you can only be an outer disciple.
If you don’t have the talent, you can just go home.
Tao Ziming grinned, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, senior brother! I don't know what to call senior brother?"
"My name is Sun Yu." Sun Yu also showed a satisfied smile.
"Hello, Senior Brother Sun, my name is Tao Ziming." After speaking, Tao Ziming bowed slightly and saluted, and then walked quickly into Qingshan Sect.
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In the blink of an eye, ten years passed quietly.
A long-robed swordsman stood on the cliff.
He wore a hat as wide as his shoulders, and the long black gauze on his face spread to his chest.
Red maple trees all over the mountains and plains sway gently in the autumn wind.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
The long-robed swordsman closed his eyes and listened to the movement in the mountains.
This person is none other than the talented swordsman of the Qingshan Sect: Tao Ziming.
Looking back, ten years have passed quietly.
Ten years ago, although Tao Ziming avoided the two rounds of entrance tests, he was stuck at the last level.
The side hall is like the back door of Qingshan Sect. Any outsider who enters the side hall will definitely become an inner disciple.
But Tao Ziming was the exception.
It all starts with the other head on his shoulders.
Tao Ziming closed his eyes and recalled the past ten years ago.
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"What's that thing hiding on your shoulder?"
A middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a blue robe, sat majestically on a huanghuali wooden chair, staring directly at Tao Ziming's shoulders.
There were six people in the side hall, and these six people were the six elders of Qingshan Sect.
The person who asked him was Tie Qingqing, the sixth elder of the Qingshan Sect.
In this side hall, there are five middle-aged people wearing blue robes, the oldest is over sixty years old, and the youngest is only in his early thirties.
These five people were neatly dressed, and their auras were restrained. They had an aura of calmness and self-respect, floating in the hall indistinctly.
Only one of them, a sloppy old man, looked sloppy in his blue robe, with wrinkles everywhere.
The most bizarre thing is that the top and bottom of the robe are covered with shiny black stains.
The old man had a red gourd hanging around his waist and was yawning constantly, as if everything that happened in the side hall had nothing to do with him.
When the sixth elder asked about Tao Ziming, the eyes of the remaining four elders also focused on him.
But at this time, the old man opened the red gourd without any care and drank a sip of strong wine. Several elders around him frowned, but no one said anything wrong with him.
Facing these five looks, Tao Ziming's heart skipped a beat.
What is supposed to come will always come, and there is no way to hide it.
"Back to the elder, this disciple was born with a strange disease. There is a head on this shoulder, which has existed since the moment I was born."
Tao Ziming bowed his hands forward respectfully and reported truthfully at this moment.
As soon as he finished speaking, the hall fell silent instantly.
He could even hear his breathing and heartbeat.
"Head?" A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the Sixth Elder, and he stood up and walked towards him, "Are you playing a trick on me?"
Tao Ziming shook his head: "Disciple doesn't dare!"
The Sixth Elder snorted coldly: "Humph, I'm sorry you don't have the courage. You said you have a head on your shoulders, well, you can undress and let me see."
The Sixth Elder stood in front of Tao Ziming with his nostrils pointing upward, speaking in a tone that he could not refuse.
"This...back to the elders, the extra head on the disciple's shoulder has a terrifying shape. I'm afraid it will disturb all the elders."
The Sixth Elder raised his brows and said: "What a joke, I have lived for more than thirty years, what kind of strange things have I not seen?
All you have to do is show it. If this elder blinks his eyes, the elder's position will be given to you. "
A trace of hesitation flashed through Tao Ziming's heart.
The extra head on his shoulders was like his inner ailment, which he never dared to reveal easily in front of outsiders.
monster!
Freak!
bastard!
From childhood to adulthood, those countless vicious words hurt his fragile heart time and time again.
Tao Ziming attributed all this to the extra head on his shoulders.
He was worried that if he really let them know his secret in this side hall today.
From now on, in the Qingshan Sect, there will be a lot of criticism, and I am afraid that the Qingshan Sect will no longer have a foothold for him.
"What, you don't dare?" The Sixth Elder snorted coldly, "I want to see how scary it is?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Tao Ziming couldn't help but suddenly stretched out his hand and tore Tao Ziming's shirt open with a pop.
Suddenly, the entire side hall was silent. The sixth elder was still holding a piece of rag in his hand, but his right hand was trembling slightly at this time.
His pupils were full of surprise, looking at the extra head on Tao Ziming's shoulder, as if he had seen an evil ghost, and he did not dare to express his anger.
The Sixth Elder waited for a long time before he calmed down. He put the rag on Tao Ziming's shoulders again with some embarrassment.
He turned around slowly, shook his head, and let out a long sigh: "Although you have arrived at the side hall and are qualified to become a disciple of my Qingshan Sect, it is a pity that your natural body shape is different from ordinary people and does not meet the requirements of our Huangji Peak. "
The Sixth Elder returned to his seat and bowed his hands towards the remaining elders: "Brothers, his natural body shape is different from ordinary people, but I see the sincerity on his face. He finally came to Qingshan Sect. I don't know where. A senior brother can accept him."
The hall became quiet again, no one dared to say a word.
Everyone looked away, not daring to take another look at Tao Ziming.
Seeing this, the Sixth Elder let out a long sigh: "That's all, maybe you have no chance of joining our Qingshan Sect.
Little brother, leave the sect and go west for three hundred miles. There is another sect there, and a ceremony for accepting disciples is being held. Maybe you can go there and give it a try. "
Tao Ziming, who knelt down respectfully, observed every move of everyone in the hall, and his heart was filled with despair: "Elders, I am also a human being, I am not a monster.
Although I am different from others, it does not mean that I am worse than others.
Over the past ten years, I have been subjected to cold looks and ridicule from others. I know better than anyone how important hard work is!
I also ask all the elders to give me a chance to prove to you that I am definitely no worse than them. "
Tao Ziming kowtowed heavily on the ground and looked up at the elders expectantly.
Quiet, very quiet,
No one in the hall responded.
A smile appeared on the face of the sixth elder: "Little brother, since none of the elders are willing to accept you, I think you should leave."
A trace of unwillingness flashed in Tao Ziming's eyes: "Elders, please keep me, I can really endure hardships.
Even if I am asked to be an outer disciple, boiling water, chopping wood, sweeping the floor and cooking every day, I will be willing to do so, as long as you can keep me. "
The Sixth Elder shook his head and quietly looked away, not daring to meet Tao Ziming's passionate gaze.
Before he finished speaking, a burst of old and heroic laughter suddenly sounded in the hall: "Since they are not willing to accept you, little brother, why not come to my place. To be honest, I am very disappointed with your character. like!"
Tao Ziming looked around and saw the greasy old man speaking seemingly casually.
