In the outer city, there is the Five Elders’ Pure Heart Pavilion.

Hundreds of years ago, this place was an open-air quarry. Due to geological damage and lack of farming value, it was abandoned for many years.

It was bought by Wu Lao Qing Xin Zhai at a relatively low price, backfilled with sand, and planted tall fir trees outside.

Decades have passed, and people only know about Wulao Qingxinzhai, but not the ancient quarry.

Today is the last day for Wulao Qingxinzhai to enroll students.

Since resources for martial arts training, such as medicinal baths, need to be scheduled for production, and the martial arts masters in the Taoist temples have other livelihoods, the Taoist temples, big and small, in Feng County generally recruit students every two months.

The number of outer disciples and inner disciples admitted varies.

I saw it outside a pair of stone walls of the dojo, at the bottom of the stairs.

There was a storyteller on the left, who was sitting on a bench, clapping the clappers and playing the drum, attracting the attention of countless passers-by.

What he was telling was the story of the rise and establishment of Wulao Qingxin Zhai, in which the protagonist is the current master Wen Shoufei. There were many embellished and exaggerated scenes, showing various examples of chivalrous spirit and altruism.

On the right stood a warrior with a broad waist and thick arms, his arms as thick as punishment pillars. He stood there like a rockery, exuding a terrifying aura, acting as a human model.

Nowadays, the competitive pressure between gyms is also very high.

There are twenty-four middle-level martial arts halls in the outer city alone. If the lower-level martial arts halls are included, the number will be countless.

Although there are countless people learning martial arts, there are not many who can afford to pay dozens of taels of silver to register for a dojo.

Naturally, this forced the Taoist temples in the city to be more down-to-earth and spread the word.

As expected, no matter whether it is a parent who wants his son to be successful or a young man who dreams of traveling the world with a sword, they can find their expectations for the future in the storyteller and the "model".

At this moment, many people who had signed up gathered outside the Wulao Qingxinzhai, under the orderly guidance of the reception staff.

Visit the dojo, learn about the training plans and different fee levels, go to pay the fees, and be assigned a martial arts instructor...

Fu Bo and Fu Tiancheng hurried over, walked through the crowd, went up the stairs, and walked into the registration hall. They looked around and did not see any familiar figures.

"That kid really hasn't arrived yet?"

Fu Bo frowned, pulled a stool over, and sat down immediately with his sword in hand.

"I said, you clearly told him the details of joining the gym, right?"

Fu Bo looked at Fu Tiancheng.

Fu Tiancheng was stunned for a moment, then hesitated and said, "I should have said it all."

The two of them suddenly fell silent.

"Uncle Fu, it's rare for you to go out."

"Oh? Is this Senior Brother Fu Tiancheng? Has Wang's residence given you guys a holiday recently?"

Several voices were heard, all from warriors from the other three sects of the Wulao Qingxinzhai: Yu, Shan, and Dian.

"Feng Yang, are you injured?"

Fu Bo looked at the old man with a handsome face and a thin body like a crane, and his face darkened.

Fengyang's right leg was broken at the knee, and his trouser legs were empty and hanging down naturally.

Feng Yang is of the same generation as Bo, but a little younger. He is an elder of the Yu Sect who has just entered the marrow refining realm.

Yu Zong focuses on physical skills.

With one leg broken, Fengyang is almost completely useless in martial arts.

Feng Yang was quite open-minded and smiled, "Wu Hou Jing is really good. I am not as good as him. Last month, he cut off my leg with a halberd. I am not as good as him!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Bo's face turned as gloomy as rain.

"Fu boy, how are you doing? I heard that you are recommending students to save money to obtain the marrow refining pills. Is there any progress?"

Fengyang didn't mention it and turned to ask Fu Tiancheng.

Fu Tiancheng smiled bitterly: "It's still a long way to go, and I don't know when it will end."

Feng Yang waved his hand, "Take your time. We old bones are still here. How can you catch up and block us?"

Fu Tiancheng knew that Fengyang was hinting at the matter of the Yama's note.

Feng Yang turned around and looked at the noisy gym with a gloomy look.

"People have to accept their age. As the master of the Zhai, Wu Houjing is his direct disciple. As an old man, I accept it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present fell silent.

Even before the person arrived, the residual power had already enveloped everyone.

Just in time,

Three figures slowly walked out from the corridor outside the lobby.

One of them had skin as dark as coal, was as strong as an iron tower, and was more than nine feet tall.

A man was wearing a gown and was obese. From his chin to his legs, there were layers of fat that swayed like water waves as he walked.

The last person looked like a child of seven or eight years old, with bright eyes, white teeth, and a fair face, but his eyes were cloudy with the vicissitudes of life.

"Senior Brother Pei Zhang, Second Senior Brother Xiao Changyi, Third Senior Brother Hua Mu!"

When everyone in the gym saw these three people, they all showed respect.

These three people are all disciples accepted by the master over the years, and they all have achieved the state of perfect cultivation of the five internal organs.

They all showed up, and the host...

Everyone looked behind the three people.

Then, in the slightly chilly spring breeze, from an invisible corner of the corridor, a man with an honest look and a weather-beaten face, like an old farmer, slowly walked towards them.

He was dressed in a long black robe and his steps were steady and powerful. Every step seemed to fall on the heartbeat of those present.

Boom boom boom…

Heart beating.

Bang, bang, bang…

The footsteps were neither fast nor slow.

Finally, the man sat down on the official hat chair in the middle of the lobby.

"Meet the Master!"

The worship was so grand that everyone in the dojo bowed and saluted.

The students who had just entered the gym looked at the man on the official hat chair with curiosity, awe and admiration.

Wen Shoufei, the abbot of the Wulao Qingxinzhai, is an expert in nourishing the spirit. He was originally a shoe seller and mat weaver, but he encountered many adventures, formed alliances and made great contributions, and step by step built up this huge family business.

There are thousands of people in and outside a martial arts school, and under them there are also forces such as pharmacies, weapon shops, car dealerships, etc., all of which are connected and cooperate with each other.

Power means both power and the ability to suppress others' heads and make them dare not speak out! And there is no doubt that Wen Shoufei is one of the few people in the outer city who holds prominent power.

Wen Shoufei nodded and signaled everyone to stand up.

He said nothing, his eyes were calm, his hands resting on the armrests.

His deep gaze pierced through the center line of the gym and all the way to the gate.

Seems to be waiting for someone.

After a while, when everyone got used to Wen Shoufei's pressure, they all started talking in low voices.

"Even the master of the temple has come out of retreat and personally waited for Wu Houjing to become his disciple. Wow, it's a step to heaven, a step to heaven!"

"Haha, no matter how strong he is! The master's official general killing lineage is not so easy to practice. The stronger Wu Houjing is, the faster he may die!"

Among the crowd, there were three young people, both men and women. They were the martial artists who intercepted Wu Houjing on the official road that day and avenged their relatives and friends.

"Wu Houjing also went to the Shui Hengliu that has caused so much trouble recently, right? Ha, maybe he was trapped in the calamity zone and never came back!"

"This guy is ruthless and cruel, and ignores the feelings of brothers. If he really becomes a direct disciple, I am afraid that my Five Elders Qingxinzhai will never have peace!"

The three of them were filled with hatred, wishing they could eat Wu Hou Jing's flesh alive! More and more students who had signed up walked into the hall.

Several martial artists who were also recommended for special recruitment found their instructors with a little trepidation.

The hall is clean and bright, and extremely spacious, able to accommodate hundreds of people without feeling crowded.

As time passed, Fu Bo waited and waited, but when he saw that Li Qinglin had not arrived yet, he became a little anxious.

"Oh no, he hasn't arrived yet. Mo Zhen let him run into Wu Houjing!"

Wu Houjing did not show up, so now is a good opportunity to join the Taoist temple. At worst, I can become his disciple first, and then go home and hide for a few days to avoid the limelight.

Such a good opportunity, why hasn't Li Qinglin come yet? !

On the other side, there were a few warriors who were defeated by Wu Houjing and saved their lives, but they seemed to have a hostage complex and chose to follow Wu Houjing. They were also getting more and more anxious as they waited. "Where is Senior Brother Wu? Why hasn't he come yet? The host is here!"

Several people were like ants on a hot pan, running around in circles, looking out the door from time to time.

The sun was setting, and the time agreed upon to become a disciple was approaching.

Pei Zhang, Xiao Changyi and Hua Mu, the three disciples who were passing on the skills, had changing looks in their eyes. They glanced at each other and vaguely felt that something was wrong.

And on the official hat chair, Wen Shoufei sat for a long time in silence, overlooking everyone.

The calm face gradually showed some fluctuations.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Wen Shoufei witnessed with his own eyes how Li Qinglin used the "Xuan Yu Qin Long Jing" of the "Li Zong" lineage to capture and kill Wu Hou Jing, and then buried the body.

He also noticed Li Qinglin's special physique, that he possessed one of the five internal organs, the heart palace.

He has long been regarded as a true disciple.

People often don't cherish things that are easily obtained.

So these days, he was trying to find out Li Qinglin's background while watching the situation. He never showed up, just to control him and temper Li Qinglin's temper!

But... am I wrong about this? Wen Shoufei thought secretly.

"Pei Zhang." Wen Shoufei's calm voice came.

Beside him, the nine-foot-tall man who was as strong as an iron tower immediately bent down and said, "Master, what's the matter?"

When Wen Shoufei whispered in his ear, Pei Zhang's pupils suddenly contracted, as if he had heard some unbelievable news.

A look of shock flashed across his eyes, and then he quickly calmed down, steadying his mind, then walked across the hall and quickly went out.

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"Could it be that Senior Brother Pei Zhang went to look for Wu Houjing?"

Seeing this, everyone began to speculate.

Seeing this, several of Wu Houjing's followers took the opportunity to slip out of the martial arts hall.

Feng County is so vast that it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack for them to find someone there.

But snakes have their ways, and rats have their ways.

They quickly found several underground gangs heading to Feng County, gave them money, and told them Wu Houjing's physical characteristics, weapons, and clothing...

Peddlers and vendors moved in all directions like tentacles, passing through the streets and alleys, and often information could be exchanged with just a glance or a gesture.

"What? No? Senior Brother Wu has never come back since he left the city last time?"

After receiving the reply, these followers looked at each other in bewilderment, and had a bad feeling in their hearts.

…

"I'm sorry, we don't accept people who bring their skills with them to become our disciples."

Outside a Taoist temple with carvings of dragons and phoenixes, as majestic as a large mansion, Li Qinglin was invited out of the door.

"Then how did that martial artist from the Strong Flesh Realm succeed in becoming my disciple?"

Li Qinglin asked with some reluctance.

"oh."

The man said indifferently, "The man just now paid a hundred taels of silver to sponsor our Dragon Tiger Embracing Dan Sect to renovate the training ground."

At this point, the man glanced at Li Qinglin for a second longer, "Oh, by the way, our meditation room has been leaking a bit lately, and we are still short of sixty taels of silver."

Li Qinglin's mouth twitched slightly, "Why is it so expensive?"

Hearing this, the man frowned, looking somewhat dissatisfied, and immediately retorted, "It's not expensive at all, it's been this price for so many years, don't talk nonsense with your eyes open! Think about your own reasons."

Yes, Wu does not save the poor.

Li Qinglin bowed and turned away.

There are seven superior Taoist temples in the inner city of Wangfeng County, all of which contain superior martial arts that lead directly to the path of cultivating immortals. It would be a lie for Li Qinglin to say that he does not covet them.

Unfortunately, he already had a master, and Li Qinglin was unwilling to break his promise.

and……

He has no money.

Li Qinglin laughed and shook his head, then strode through several streets and alleys, stopped a carriage, and after half an hour, he finally arrived at the outer city.

Seeing that it was getting late, he simply got off the car and drove towards Wulao Qingxinzhai at lightning speed.

Wulao Qingxinzhai is in sight.

There are many dojos and martial arts arenas on this street, and all kinds of methods of recruiting students are displayed outside the doors.

There were people doing magic tricks, breathing fire and playing with ice skates, climbing fairy ropes, and Li Qinglin even saw people raising autumn insects and fighting katydids...

Li Qinglin stopped outside the door of a middle-level dojo and looked inside.

"Um?!"

Sudden,

Li Qinglin felt a gust of wind coming towards him. Just as he became alert, his right wrist was grabbed by a hand like an iron clamp.

He turned his head and saw a man as strong as an iron tower standing next to him, looking a little anxious.

This is a master!

There was a hidden feeling in the man's body, giving people a feeling of perfection and unity. Li Qinglin felt very solemn.

Pei Zhang looked at Li Qinglin in front of him, who seemed to want to sign up to join another gym, and felt a little flustered.

This person is the disciple that the master has repeatedly ordered to be brought back to the Taoist temple.

Even Wu Houjing died at his hands.

If he was really recruited by other gyms, Master would skin himself alive!

Thinking of this, Pei Zhang said directly,

"Li Qinglin?"

"Who are you?" Li Qinglin was a little confused.

"Wu Lao Qing Xin Zhai, the master Wen Shoufei has personally said that he wants to accept you as his personal disciple."

Li Qinglin was stunned, pointed at himself and said,

"Ah? Me?"

…

"Big Brother is back!"

At the door, several students from the gym saw Pei Zhang and their faces lit up with joy.

The crowd was moving, and many people poked their heads out to look out the door.

Wu Houjing's followers looked at each other with some confusion.

"Did you find Senior Brother Wu?"

Fu Bo and Fu Tiancheng had tense faces, slightly pursed lips, and looked a little heavy in their hearts.

Fengyang laughed, but his expression was a little dazed. He inadvertently saw his broken leg, and a feeling of loneliness flashed across his mind.

Sitting on the official hat chair, Wen Shoufei leaned forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the door.

Outside the gym, on the stairs, two figures were walking slowly towards them, one in front and one behind.

The sun was rising outside, and the light in the hall was a little dim.

When it turned from light to dark, Li Qinglin squinted his eyes slightly and saw that there were hundreds of people gathered on both sides of the hall.

These people all looked at themselves.

Surprise, confusion, surprise...

"Hmm? Who is this person?"

"Brother Pei Zhang, are you going to pick him up?"

"Where is Wu Houjing? It's time for him to become a disciple. Even if he arrives, I'm afraid he will make the master unhappy!"

Everyone was talking about it.

Led by Pei Zhang, Li Qinglin walked through the aisle in the middle of the hall.

On both sides are martial artists and students with different expressions.

Li Qinglin also saw Fu Tiancheng and Fu Bo among them.

At this time, the two people's eyes sometimes stayed on Li Qinglin, and sometimes looked at Pei Zhang who was leading Li Qinglin.

His face was full of confusion, not knowing what was going on.

"That is..."

In Li Qinglin's perception, the old man sitting on the official hat chair at the end of the hall was clearly motionless, but in the absence of anyone to see, his blood and energy were like a burning golden crow, emitting extremely high temperatures.

It was as if a spirit was residing in it, crying and entwining all kinds of complicated patterns.

Li Qinglin had the illusion that his eyes were being burned by flames.

"Nourish the spirit? But this martial artist who nourishes the spirit gives me a completely different feeling from Yu Yuan. He is more irritable and more outgoing."

"Come to me."

Wen Shoufei's voice came.

Li Qinglin came slowly and stopped in front of the step at the end of the hall.

Wen Shoufei looked at Li Qinglin deeply, and then, amid the puzzled gazes of the crowd, he said, "From now on, this person, Li Qinglin, is my...only direct disciple!"

(End of this chapter)