"Xuan Kong, Chang Shan, what can you tell about this little junior brother of yours?" The old Taoist priest in green clothes stroked his beard and asked his two disciples.
"Master, I can tell that this little junior brother's aptitude is not bad. I can also tell that he has a kind personality from his brows, but I can't tell anything more than that," the eldest senior brother, Xuan Kong, said in a low voice.
"Haha, eldest senior brother, you're wrong about that. Do you dare to make a bet with me? Let's bet that this little junior brother's cultivation will definitely catch up to mine within ten years! "The third disciple, Chang Shan, looked at his eldest senior brother who was a monk and was filled with confidence.
"This …" Xuan Kong did not know how to answer. Although his cultivation was the highest among the three of them, if they were to make a bet, not to mention him, even their master, Daoist Kong Zhun, would dare to say that he could win against Chang Shan for sure.
Daoist Kong Zhun had learned many things in his life, including Buddhism, Daoism, and Confucianism. His eldest disciple, Xuan Kong, had inherited his legacy in Buddhism, while his second disciple, Qing Yi, who sharpened the pestle every day, had inherited his Daoist mental cultivation method. As for his third disciple, Chang Shan, who had learned the knowledge of Confucianism, not only did he not learn a single bit of the demeanor of a great Confucian, but he was instead a complete gambler. In the five years that he had been on the mountain, he had gambled happily, and even his eldest senior brother, Xuan Kong, was helpless against him.
At this moment, Qing Yi, who had been sharpening the pestle, walked behind Daoist Kong Zhun and looked into the distance, following his master's gaze.
Not long after, Qing Yi frowned slightly, and her hands, which had been behind her back, started to form hand seals one after another.
"Open!" As Qing Yi's brows were tightly furrowed, a ray of light invisible to the naked eye instantly shot through the air.
There was a hint of relief in Daoist Kong Zhun's eyes when he saw Qing Yi like this, and Xuan Kong also turned his head to look at his junior sister in surprise.
"Second senior sister, are you going to let me live?! I've been on the mountain for five years, and I've only just touched the edge of the Confucian Sect. But your calculation method can actually leave your body and break through the void … "Chang Shan was completely shocked by the speed at which his Senior Sister's cultivation improved.
"Hmph, Junior Brother, if you didn't spend all your time messing around with those lousy things, you would have reached a higher level in the path of the Confucian school long ago. Do you regret it now?" Cyan Robe snorted coldly at Chang Shan after putting away his technique.
The two of them were about the same age, but Qing Yi had entered the mountain three years earlier than Chang Shan, and his cultivation was much higher than Chang Shan's.
While they were bickering, the ray of light flashed from the horizon and entered Qing Yi's body.
"How is it, Qingyi? You should have noticed something. "Taoist Kong Zhun looked at his second disciple with a smile on his face.
Cyan Yi's expression suddenly changed, and he raised his head to look at his master.
"Teacher, have you really decided to accept that brat as your disciple?" Qingyi asked doubtfully.
"Qingyi, all things in this world have their own laws. Doing nothing is the essence of Taoism. You're too much," Taoist Kong Zhun shouted in a low voice.
Hearing this, Qingyi wanted to argue, but in the end, he lowered his head and stood without saying a word.
"Xuan Kong, Qing Yi, Chang Shan. The three of you have respectively inherited the legacy of the Shi Family, the Daoist Family, and the Confucian Family. Among them, Xuan Kong has been with me the longest, having been with me for almost twenty years. Qing Yi joined the sect eight years ago, while Chang Shan only became my disciple five years ago," said Daoist Kong Zhun slowly.
He slightly paused for a moment before continuing. "The Jiangchu Dynasty has already unified the world for 200 years. During these 200 years, the Jiangchu Dynasty's strength was at its peak, and the Qiang barbarians and southern barbarians utterly didn't dare invade. But now, the world has suddenly changed … "
…
After Zhao Zilong and Yu Fu watched the Wanderers compete, they directly left Cang Cloud City.
They saw that the Qing Yun Mountain outside the city was endless, and the forest on it was even more verdant.
Although the forest was very dense, it was rare to see people. Zhao Zilong and Yu Fu climbed up with great effort, constantly admiring the scenery of the Qing Yun Mountain along the way. It could be considered as taking a break from the busy work, and could slightly relieve the pressure of climbing the mountain.
The two of them drank some water at the foot of the mountain, rested for a while, then continued to climb up the mountain.
Not long after, they saw a monk dressed in linen clothes appear in front of them. The monk put his palms together, then smiled at the two of them, "I believe this young man is Zhao Zilong. Please follow me, master is waiting for you on the mountain."
Yu Fu saw that the monk's steps were steady, and his breath was long, and he could not help but nod to himself.
The monk smiled slightly, and after saying this, he turned around and left.
Along the way, Zhao Zilong, who was already panting, gradually began to lose his strength, and slowly, he could not keep up with the monk's pace.
However, the monk seemed to not hear it, and continued to walk forward at a steady pace.
Zhao Zilong originally wanted to ask the monk to stop and rest for a while, but on second thought, if he couldn't even bear the slight fatigue from the journey, wouldn't his performance be even worse when he started to practice martial arts?
Thinking of this, Zhao Zilong's pace also slightly quickened.
The monk, who was secretly paying attention to Zhao Zilong, saw this scene, and could not help but nod slightly. If Zhao Zilong could not even endure this little bit of hardship, how could he truly inherit master's mantle in the future!
Finally, a simple and unadorned Taoist temple gradually appeared in front of the three of them.
Excitement flashed in Zhao Zilong's eyes. Did he not come all the way from the north to Jiangnan for the sake of this Qingjing Temple in front of him?
After coming here, presumably after he finished learning, he would be able to return to the north to help his father, Zhao Wu.
His father was already a famous martial artist in the Jiangchu Dynasty, presumably his future master's strength should be even more powerful.
On the steps in front of the temple, when Daoist Kong Zhun, Qing Yi, and Chang Shan saw Xuan Kong leading Zhao Zilong over, they nodded to Xuan Kong.
"Little fellow, you're Zhao Zilong, right? Fate has brought us together, but it's not that easy to become my disciple. "Daoist Kong Zhun looked at Zhao Zilong with a trace of kindness on his face.
"Senior, if you have any request, please tell me directly. I will definitely do my best to complete it!" Zhao Zilong's face was full of determination.
"Little fellow, don't be anxious. Listen to me tell you a story first, then decide if you want to become my disciple." Daoist Kong Zhun chuckled.
"Senior, please tell me." Zhao Zilong looked at the white-haired Daoist Kong Zhun in front of him, and could not help but feel a trace of familiarity in his heart.
Nodding, Daoist Kong Zhun, who was wearing a green robe, said slowly, "In the past, there was a mountain …"
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