"The tree is gone, and it's time for you to go too." The speaker was an old man with a white beard wearing a gray cloth robe.

In front of him is a section of broken trees.

The trunk of the tree was thick and had been struck by lightning. Most of the tree trunk was black after being burned.

A bald boy sat next to the old man, stretching his legs forward and looking at the broken tree in a daze.

Hearing the old man's words, the young man looked at the broken tree for a while before getting up: "Yes."

The old man sighed and turned around to go down the mountain.

A small mountain, with only this tree on the mountain. It was once a sacred tree, but now it is a broken tree.

At the foot of the mountain is a connected courtyard, which, like the remaining trees on the mountain, has declined.

The bald boy approached the broken tree, raised his hand and pressed it on the withered bark, as if he was feeling something.

This is the Shenmu Sect, and this broken tree is the sacred tree. It is said to have a life span of ten thousand years.

An old tree, no matter how long it lives, will eventually die.

A sect, no matter how glorious it is, will eventually be like an old tree...

Press your right hand on the dead tree, take a deep breath, exert your strength, and a trace of true energy will flow out of your palm and sink into the trunk of the tree.

As if he was trying to cure a disease and save someone, the young man tried for a long time until he was sweating profusely before he stopped.

The sacred tree... is dead, and the remaining wood under the bark is as lifeless as coke.

The young man raised his hand to wipe his sweat, stepped back a few steps to salute, then turned and walked down the mountain.

The courtyard at the foot of the mountain is in a dilapidated state, with overgrown weeds, broken doors and windows, and many damaged walls.

The old man stood in the front road, holding a black cloth bag in his hand. When the young man approached, the old man handed over the cloth bag: "I have said what I need to say, let's go." His tone was a little dull.

The young man took the cloth bag and put it on the ground, kneeling to the old man: "Teacher, I'm leaving."

"Yeah." The old man turned around and walked into the yard.

The young man kowtowed three times to the courtyard door, picked up the cloth bag and left.

A month later, the bald boy appeared at Qingyun Martial Arts Academy in Dadu.

Qingyun Martial Arts Academy is located in the northwest of Dadu, covering a large area. There are mountains, rivers, lakes, woods and crops, and tens of thousands of houses in the courtyard. Countless roads connect various branches and numerous lecture halls.

Qingyun Martial Arts Academy has 50,000 students.

The main entrance of the Wuyuan is a huge archway with four big characters written on it, Qingyun Wuyuan.

With the archway as the boundary, passing through the archway is a wide street where students come and go. There are many shops on this side of the archway, including medicine shops, alchemy rooms, restaurants... everything.

The boy compared the two sides of the archway and saw that this was Qingyun Wuyuan? One of the three most famous and best martial arts schools in the country?

Under the archway were guarding eighteen young men in black uniforms, standing with their heads held high and their hands behind their backs.

The young man hesitated for a moment and went over to ask for directions: "Excuse me... do you know that there is an alchemist named Fang Qing in the Alchemy Academy?"

The young man in black clothes tilted his head: "There is a map there."

Looking along the way, there is a map on the right side of the road, marking the approximate locations of various branches of the martial arts academy, as well as various training grounds and lecture halls.

The young man was a little confused. Now he is entering Qingyun Martial Arts Academy?

I tried to walk past the young man in black clothes, no one stopped me.

Looking at the map, the center of Qingyun Martial Arts Academy is the Grand Master Hall. There is a mountain peak to the north. The area is outlined with a dotted circle and the words Danyao Branch are written on it.

Remembering the route, the bald boy took another look at the guard in black before leaving.

The road is wide and clean, and students wearing martial arts uniforms pass by from time to time. They come and go, laughing and joking happily. They are all in their prime, the men are energetic and handsome, and the women are heroic.

The bald boy is a little envious, feeling that everyone is so "good", maybe... I will become one of them!

We passed many places along the way, including high walls, tall buildings, tall trees... and tall beasts? There was a "beast" with a huge head and a long neck on the high wall beside the road, eating leaves with its head lowered?

What is this? The young man looked at it for a long time and found that except for him, the students who came and went did not even look at the big guy... He was the one who made the fuss.

After walking for about twenty minutes, a small square appeared in front of me. In the middle of the square was a fountain. In the center of the fountain was a big golden gourd, which sprayed water from the mouth of the gourd.

Behind the fountain are two wooden doors, covered with vines?

As I walked closer to take a look, someone suddenly said: "Is he new here?"

Looking around, there is a small door next to the main door. Behind the small door is a tall tree, with a young man in red sitting on the tree. He bald and cupped his fists and said, "Hello, senior brother."

The boy in red jumped down from the tree and took a few steps to the bald head: "Why is your head so bright?" As he spoke, he raised his right hand to touch it.

The bald man retreated hastily.

"It doesn't look like he shaved his head... He was born bald and bright?" The boy in red paid full attention to his bald head.

The young man coughed: "Hello, senior brother, my name is Yuan Liang, and I would like to ask to see Senior Uncle Fang Qing."

A strange expression appeared on the face of the boy in red: "Your name...is based on your hairstyle?"

Yuan Liang coughed again: "No."

"Your hairstyle... is wrong, you have no hair." The boy in red took a step closer and stared at Yuan Liang's bald head carefully.

Yuan Liang was helpless: "Senior brother, please help me to inform you. My name is Yuan Liang, my master's name is Dade, and Fang Qing is my uncle."

"I didn't understand. Say it again."

"My name is Yuan Liang, my master's name is Mu Shou, Fang Qing is my uncle and my master's junior brother."

"Mushou? What's your name? Mu's Mu, Guarding Mu's? From which sect? When did Teacher Fang become a disciple?"

Why does this guy have so many questions? Yuan Liang scratched his head a little, took out a gold dollar ticket and offered it with both hands: "Trouble, senior brother."

The boy in red glanced at the number on the ticket: "Brother, ten yuan?"

Yuan Liang was silent for a moment, put away the gold dollar bills, put down the cloth bag, and moved his hands and feet.

The boy in red smiled: "What? Are you going to take action?"

Yuan Liang didn't answer, took two steps back, took a deep breath, suddenly opened his mouth and shouted: "Fang Qing!"

A stream of air spurted out, and the air turned into a cannonball and shot into the sky. With a bang, it shook the sky above Danyuan.

The young man in red changed his expression: "I'm going to die!" He rushed over to cover Yuan Liang's mouth, and then grabbed Yuan Liang's wrist.

Yuan Liang stepped back and dodged, but the boy in red didn't catch anyone, so he said anxiously, "I'll take you to find my uncle!" He jumped in front of the side door and pushed open the small door: "Quick!"

Yuan Liang picked up the cloth bag and entered the small door. The boy in red quickly closed the door and said, "Follow me." He ran towards the northeast.

The young man in red ran very fast, covering twenty or thirty meters in the blink of an eye. Yuan Liang was not slow and kept up quickly.

Can you keep up? The boy in red glanced at him and speeded up. Surprisingly, Yuan Liang could still keep up.

The internal roads of Danyuan are more complicated than those outside. The roads become narrower, twist and turn, and even pass through the forest.

After running out of a small forest, the young man in red stopped and looked back to make sure that no military guards were chasing him, and then he said to Yuan Liang: "Spiritual luck?"

Yuan Liang shook his head: "Fortify your body."

"Exercise?" The boy in red didn't believe it: "How many years have you been exercising?"

Martial arts cultivation begins with physical training, followed by spiritual movement, entry, and exit. These are the four realms of martial arts. Most martial arts practitioners in the world stop at spiritual movement. Those who can practice to entry can become a general-level master. After all, life only lasts a hundred years.

, there are always too many things to be busy and annoying, and there are endless temptations such as drinking, sex, wealth, and power to obscure the ears and eyes. There are only a few among the few who can devote themselves to practice.

After hearing the question from the young man in red, Yuan Liang thought for a moment: "Dare you ask me your senior brother's name?"

The young man in red hesitated for a moment and sighed: "My name is Pan Da."

"Pan Da?" Yuan Liang was a little surprised. Is the name so irresponsible now?

"A surprise? A surprise?" Pan Da sighed: "Look at my handsome face, my figure, my cultivation, and my clever mind, but I am called such a bad name."

"Do you have a younger brother?"

"No."

"Do you have a sister?"

"No! Nothing!"

"Then why is it called Pan Da?"

"My dad is happy!"

Yuan Liang thought about it: "Ordinarily, if you have such a name, shouldn't you laugh at my name?"

"I'm happy!" Pan Da turned around and left: "Noisy."

Outside the woods is a plantation. There is a small wooden gate from the trail, connected to a low fence. The large plantation is divided by more than a dozen fences of different colors. There are several canals nearby, and four are built.

A courtyard.

Pan Da pointed to a courtyard in the north and said, "Teacher Fang's home."

"Uncle Master lives in Danyuan?"

"Teacher Fang is the only alchemist living in the courtyard." Pan Da pointed to the other three courtyards and said: "This courtyard belongs to Master Feng Jin, the second courtyard belongs to Master Luo Yuan, and the last courtyard belongs to Master Xin
To be continued...