Chapter 733 Meeting with General Zhao A few years

ago, a new city was built a hundred miles south of the capital, and the name of the city was Xinghe.

At the beginning, this city did not attract much attention, but as the reputation of Xinghe Taoist Temple grew, many people came here for many years.

Since the fairy world perfected the underworld thirty years ago, there have been many talented teenagers in the alliance, and more and more people can practice cultivation.

Cultivation is a term exclusive to those talented teenagers who can practice, and most people still cannot practice cultivation.

For these talented teenagers, the alliance has invested a lot of resources. As long as a family finds such a teenager, not only will there be various tax exemptions, but there will also be monthly subsidies.

This has led many families to simply revolve around their own genius children, and thus, various Taoist temples have emerged one after another.

Some of them are scammers, using various pretexts to get resources, and some have their own ideas. These are not much different from scammers. Most of them have no qualifications but have ideas, and they find ways to harm others.

There is another type, like the Xinghe Taoist Temple, which is built by famous strongmen, so students are naturally eager to sign up. There are

many people who sign up, but the number of places is limited, so there must be an entrance ceremony. Today is such a day.

In front of the Xinghe Taoist Temple in Xinghe City, there is a sea of ​​people, and everyone is waiting for the Taoist temple to open so that they can be the first to register.

However, at noon, the front door of the Taoist temple was still not opened. It was not until after noon that one person came out.

"The registration location has been changed to Zhuxing Peak in the south of the city. Those who arrive before dark will be considered to have passed the first level. First come, first served. No latecomers will be allowed. But there is one rule: you are not allowed to ride in a car or on a horse. You must run."

After hearing this, everyone rushed to the south city gate. Among them, there was a fat man whose face fell when he heard this.

His name was Zhou Fuhai. His ancestors were once rich and were witches in a small tribe. Later, they joined the alliance. The witch position in the tribe began to abandon the inheritance system and use the election system. After

losing the witch position in an election, the Zhou family thought it through and turned to business. They have done well in the past few decades and have a big business in Donghai City.

Because of his good connections, he knew how much the alliance valued these children, so when a talented child came out of his family, he immediately put aside all business and devoted himself to training.

Through his connections, he learned that Zhao Xinghe, who had disappeared for many years, had accumulated a lot of experience and his combat power far exceeded Zhuo Bai and Hong Zhong of the same period, so he sent his child here to study.

But he never thought that the first assessment here would be this. He and his child were just two fat balls. It was impossible for

them to run to the Zhuoxing Peak before dark. "Child, let's go to another place."

Zhou Fuhai touched his child's ball-like head and said helplessly.

"I want to study at Xinghe Taoist Temple. I want to refine my body."

Zhou Fugui pouted and said with a twisted temper.

Zhou Fuhai smiled bitterly. He knew his own child well. He could not control his spoiled child and temper.

But what was the use of not being able to control him? Even if Zhou Fugui went, could he win?

"Then you give it a try. If it doesn't work, I'll use my connections to send you to the Taoist temple. It's the source of all things. I heard that Taichu would go there occasionally."

Zhou Fugui said, and winked at the servant.

He would definitely not run with him, but he was worried about the child going alone, so he asked the servant to follow.

The servant was a retired soldier. Running was certainly not a problem for him. He nodded to Zhou Fugui to indicate that it was okay.

"Then I'll go. I will definitely win."

Zhou Fugui's face was full of determination, and then he turned around and ran towards the South Gate.

Old Zhou was very pleased that his son worked very hard, but that speed... it's better not to say it, it's better not to say it.

After running from Xinghe Taoist Temple to the South City Gate, the young Zhou Fugui was already panting like a cow. When had he ever run like this before?

"Young Master, if you can't do it, go back."

Seeing the young master's condition, the servant knew that he was at the first physical limit, so he advised him.

"No... Huhu... It's okay, I can do it."

Little Fatty said, and he stepped up and ran hard, looking like he was running in a race. After

leaving the South City Gate and running all the way to the foot of Zhuoxing Peak, there were no competitors on the road, and Little Fatty was already at the end.

But he still insisted, letting the sweat soak his clothes, and moving forward without looking back.

The servant admired the boy's perseverance, but when he looked up at the sky, the sun was already setting. It was impossible to reach Zhuoxing Peak before dark.

He had persuaded his young master several times, but the young master insisted and there was nothing he could do.

When they set foot on the mountain, Xiaopangdui not only had problems with his physical strength, but also had a serious lack of ability.

The steep mountain path was not suitable for climbing for Pangpang's body, so he could only use his hands and feet to climb up.

The servant wanted to help, but as a military man, he could not do such a thing, so he could only follow behind to prevent him from falling.

Soon, it was dark, and people on the mountain began to come down one after another.

Some were excited, because they had passed, and some were frustrated, because they were late.

When they saw the little fat man, they were even more excited, and their depressed mood was much better.

"It's too late, there's no point in going up."

"Go back, go back, why do you still practice martial arts when you're so fat."

"For such a person, am I saying you're dumb or stupid?"

The whole way was full of laughter, but the little fat man turned a deaf ear to it, just using his hands and feet to move forward, occasionally being bumped by passers-by, and rolling backwards for a few circles.

If there were no servants to support him from behind, he would have rolled to the foot of the mountain long ago. For

others, it's easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down, but for him, it's the other way around, easy to go down the mountain but difficult to go up.

Just like this, walking forward in the ridicule, the little fat man stumbled, his luxurious clothes were torn, his formal crown fell off, and the whole person was disheveled and looked shabby.

But he still insisted, a useless insistence.

Not long after, all the students left, the front was completely empty, it was dark, and the beasts in the mountains and forests came out to move around.

The servant took out his sword and scanned the jungle on both sides from time to time to guard against wild beasts.

After walking for a while, a few people came down from the front. They were the examiners from the Xinghe Dojo.

"It's late. It's useless to go up. Go home quickly."

Several examiners said, and then passed by them.

The servant helplessly explained the situation to the ignorant young master. The child was tired and could no longer understand what people said.

Zhou Fugui really had no ability to think. In fact, he wanted to retreat countless times in his heart.

But every time he wanted to retreat, there was a voice telling him:

hold on, hold on for a little while, just a little while, to prove that you can do it.

So, he persisted again and again, and each time this voice won, and this time was no exception.

The servant smiled bitterly. The examiners had all gone down, so what was the point of climbing Zhuoxing Peak?

He thought so, but Xiaopangdui didn't. He had already regarded this as a test, a test for himself.

This child was caught in a state of fighting with himself.

The climbing journey continued, and time slowly came to late at night, and Xiaopangdui finally reached the top of the mountain.

Standing here, the starry sky seemed to be close, and Xiaopangdui sat paralyzed on the ground, grinning foolishly at the sky.

"What are you grinning at?"

A voice suddenly rang out, startling Xiaopangdui and the servant.

Xiaopangdui looked over and saw a middle-aged man in silver clothes standing not far from him, looking down at him. The servant

also saw this man, and his eyes froze for a moment. Then he suddenly straightened up and knocked his left chest with his right hand: "The sergeant of the fourth company of the first regiment of the first army of the Southern Xinjiang Army, greets General Zhao."