The burly man sat down in front of Zhang Lin. He had a long scar on his face that looked like a red centipede in the firelight. "Young man, do you have anything to eat?"
Zhang Lin glanced at the broadsword the burly man had placed beside him and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, brother, you wait here."
The scarred, burly man took the half-flatbread Zhang Lin handed him. He chewed it heartily, nodding repeatedly, "Not bad, this flatbread is really delicious. Where are you from?"
“I come from a small village in the south of the Great Xia Dynasty.”
Zhang Lin dared not say that he came from the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom, fearing that the scarred, burly man might have ill intentions. The scarred, burly man continued to ask, "Then what are you doing in the south all alone?"
Zhang Lin did not hide anything and answered truthfully, "My parents passed away early, and I want to cultivate immortality."
"Cultivating immortality is no simple matter."
"Yes, I don't even know where the Immortal Sect is now," Zhang Lin said with a wry smile.
The scarred, burly man couldn't help but chuckle. After finishing his flatbread, he clapped his hands and said, "Go northwest for about half a month, and you'll see a range of mountains. Deep in those mountains is the Green Mountain Sword Sect. If you want to cultivate immortality, you can try your luck there."
"Thank you, brother."
Zhang Lin said excitedly.
The scarred, burly man opened the wine flask in his arms, handed it to Zhang Lin, and raised an eyebrow. "I won't eat your wine for nothing. This is good wine. Here, have a couple of sips."
The strong aroma of wine wafted over him. Zhang Lin had never drunk wine before, and now he was both thirsty and hungry. He took the wine flask and gulped it down his throat.
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Zhang Lin coughed, his face flushed.
The scarred, burly man grinned from ear to ear.
Zhang Lin only wanted to drink his fill. He picked up the wine bag again, and soon felt a little dizzy.
The next day, at noon.
When Zhang Lin woke up, the scarred, burly man was gone, and his bundle had been opened.
Zhang Lin was shocked. He searched through his bundle and found that everything was still there except for the bag of money. "That guy's appearance was definitely not that of a good person."
"Anyway, I'm going to cultivate immortality anyway, so money is useless to me." Zhang Lin comforted himself and set off for the Green Mountain Sword Sect.
After a long journey of half a month, Zhang Lin finally arrived at Qingshan Town, near the Qingshan Sword Sect.
"Young man, I see that you have extraordinary talent and are destined to become a sword immortal."
Zhang Lin looked in the direction of the voice and saw a bald old man holding an iron hammer in the river. He said respectfully, "Old man, may I ask if you are an immortal from the Green Mountain Sword Sect?"
The bald old man smiled and shook his head. "No, I'm just an ordinary stonemason. But having met so many juniors who have come to the Green Mountain Sword Sect to become disciples, I can tell who is a potential sword immortal. You will definitely pass the Green Mountain Sword Sect's test."
"Thank you for your kind words, senior!"
Zhang Lin's faith was instantly strengthened.
The bald old man shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity you've come at the wrong time. The Green Mountain Sword Sect recruits disciples every three years, and they just recruited a batch of disciples half a year ago. If you want to become a disciple of the Green Mountain Sword Sect, you'll have to wait at least two more years."
Zhang Lin frowned.
The bald old man smiled and squinted, "Young man, I can see that it wasn't easy for you to get here. How about this, you stay at my house first, and then you can take the entrance exam later."
"Grandpa, this is not appropriate."
“It’s alright. I happen to be short an apprentice. You can come with me to mine stones, and I’ll provide you with food and lodging.”
Zhang Lin looked at the Green Mountain Sword Sect shrouded in mist, with sword cultivators occasionally flying through the clouds on their swords. He nodded and said, "Old man, I still don't know how to address you?"
"Just call me Lao Yang."
"My name is Xiao Zhang."
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