Meng Yu was a little nervous.
He had arrived at the Demon Slaying Division in Shaolin County. After showing the token given by the woman in green, the gatekeeper took him into a spacious courtyard.
He was the only one in the yard now.
Shaolin County is the neighboring county of Fenglin County.
Something happened to the Meng family, and Fenglin County government arrested Meng Yu's parents and imprisoned them.
My elder brother Meng Changlin didn't know if Fenglin County Government and the Demon Slayer Division were colluding.
He didn't dare to take risks.
That's why Ma Li was asked to send Meng Yu to the Demon Slayer Division in Shaolin County.
Spirituality has a very high status in this world.
Among the ten people, only one has the qualifications for spiritual practice.
As long as Meng Yu can become a spiritual man, the Meng family's current predicament can be easily solved.
While Meng Yu was still recalling his original memory, another person was brought to the yard.
He was a burly boy of eighteen or nineteen years old.
He has a simple face, slightly dark skin, and looks a little shy in appearance.
The robe this young man wore was ordinary cloth. Although it was shabby, it was very clean and tidy.
He must have been born as a poor commoner, and then he was found to have spiritual qualifications.
"This brother is very polite. My name is Meng Yu, from Fenglin County." In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Meng Yu could only say hello first.
"I...my name is Zhao...Dashan, from...Zhaojiatun." The burly young man looked a little embarrassed and stuttered a bit when he spoke.
A typical person who has never seen much of the world... After looking up and down Zhao Dashan's clothes, Meng Yu already made a judgment in his mind.
Sudden!
Meng Yu was shocked!
Something is wrong... What Zhao Dashan is wearing on his feet is...
He pretended to be nonchalant and glanced at the boots at Zhao Dashan's feet with the corner of his eye.
They were a pair of black and blue boots, and they didn't look out of the ordinary.
But Meng Yu had just recalled his original memory.
In the original memory, these black and blue cloth boots are made of a precious cloth called Tiangongqing!
One foot of black and blue is worth a hundred taels of silver!
The reason why the original person recognized the black and blue color was precisely because his brother Meng Changlin had bought two pairs of these boots. The expensive price left a deep impression on the original person.
This Zhao Dashan is not a poor commoner at all!
The shyness and awkwardness that appeared before were most likely staged.
Think deeper.
The time when Meng Yu came was not the season for the Demon Slayer Division to recruit spiritual warriors.
Generally, the Demon Slayer Division recruits spiritual warriors in March and September.
It is now the end of October in late autumn.
How could it be such a coincidence?
When Meng Yu first arrived, another poor civilian immediately joined the Demon Slayer Division?
Could this Zhao Dashan be the spiritual master sent deliberately by Demon Slayer Division to test him?
Fuck!
Are all the people in this Demon-Slaying Department old bastards?
The woman in green clothes from before was also a member of the Demon Slayer Division, and she also liked to set traps.
If Meng Yu was just an ordinary thirteen-year-old boy, he would definitely not notice these details and would most likely be deceived.
Wait!
A flash of light suddenly flashed in Meng Yu's mind.
These boots...could it be that Zhao Dashan deliberately exposed a flaw?
Could it be that this was a test of his ability to observe on the spot?
If he couldn't find anything strange about Zhao Dashan, would he fail the test?
When it comes to whether he can become a spiritual person, Meng Yu did not dare to neglect, and he began to test Zhao Dashan with words.
"Brother Zhao is from Zhaojiatun? What a coincidence." Meng Yu had a look of surprise on his face.
"What a coincidence?" Zhao Dashan was stunned. He didn't understand what Meng Yu meant.
"It's like this. My old housekeeper is from Zhaojiatun." Meng Yu's face was full of nostalgia, as if he was thinking about an old friend.
"His name is Zhao Buzhen. He retired and returned to his hometown two years ago. I wonder if he has been doing well in the past two years?"
"Brother Zhao, you should know his old man, right? He is already seventy-three years old, and he is very senior in Zhaojiatun."
Meng Yu told the story of the fabricated "Zhao Buzhen" in a serious way, which is homophonic to "Zhao Buzhen".
"Uh... I know, how could I not know?" A flash of panic flashed in Zhao Dashan's eyes. He didn't know if there was such an old man in Zhaojiatun, so he could only respond smoothly.
"It's Mr. Bu Zhen. His body is quite strong."
Meng Yu's eyes flashed with a narrow-minded smile: "Hey, Brother Zhao, your articulation has become much clearer."
Before, Zhao Dashan was a little embarrassed and stuttered, but suddenly his speech became fluent.
"Uh... uh, when I get nervous, I stutter." Zhao Dashan could only explain bravely.
"The problem is, Zhao Buzhen doesn't exist, and where has Brother Zhao seen him with a strong body?" Meng Yu stopped talking nonsense.
Since this is a test for him, naturally the sooner it ends, the higher the score, and the greater the chance of becoming a spiritual warrior.
"Uh..." Zhao Dashan was speechless.
The next moment, Zhao Dashan's face showed a satisfied smile!
He was originally a shy poor commoner boy, but now he has a majestic face, eyes like daggers, and his whole temperament has undergone earth-shaking changes.
really!
He is the person sent deliberately by the Demon Slayer Division.
Meng Yu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Meng Yu, thirteen years old, from Fenglin County."
"The second son of the Meng family has not yet awakened."
"Because his parents were imprisoned, my elder brother Meng Changlin asked the spiritual warrior Ma Li to escort him to the Demon Slayer Division in this county."
"Where is Ma Li?"
Zhao Dashan asked calmly.
Every preparatory spirit warrior of the Demon Slayer Division must be recorded in advance.
On the way here, Ma Li had already passed on information about Meng Yu's origins.
However, the news of Ma Li's death had not yet come back.
"Taoist Master Ma, turned into a demon..." Meng Yu did not dare to neglect and told the story slowly.
He was careful and every word he spoke was carefully thought out.
After being taught a lesson by the woman in green, he was afraid that the Demon Slayer Division also had the kind of spiritual weapon that could detect lies.
Everything he said was true, but some details were omitted.
When talking about the woman in green, two gleams flashed in Zhao Dashan's eyes.
A quarter of an hour later.
Meng Yu finished speaking.
He looked at Zhao Dashan nervously.
He also told the story of swallowing seven pills.
There is no way to hide this matter, as long as the woman in green comes back, it will be clear.
Now he felt very uneasy, wondering if having erysipelas in his body would affect his ability to join the Demon Slayer Division.
"Daomen..." Zhao Dashan groaned, his eyebrows already frowning.
"If it were a Confucian or Buddhist school, it might be easier to handle."
"But Daomen... it's an unlucky time for you to come."
Zhao Dashan's tone was very helpless.
Meng Yu was shocked: "Did something big happen to the Taoist sect?"
Zhao Dashan nodded.
"Yes, in the northwest desert, a Taoist spiritual mausoleum appeared."
"Basically all Taoist sects will go there to look for opportunities."
"It's impossible for them to come back within half a year."
"That is to say, in these six months, no Taoist master can accept you as a disciple."
Zhao Dashan's meaning is already obvious.
If no one accepts Meng Yu as his disciple, he will not be able to obtain the spiritual spring and the erysipelas on his body will not be cured.
Half a year later, he will be sent to a dangerous mission as cannon fodder!
Damn it!
This is too difficult.
Is this world targeting me as a time traveler?
Meng Yu felt resentful in his heart.
