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Chapter 2 Zhang Sanfeng's Closed Disciple

Zhao Qingchan ran to the Wudang stationed office at the foot of the mountain. This was a large mansion, and many Wudang disciples lived in it all year round. Unfortunately, he was too short and had little strength, so he could not compete with the group of muscle-strong men in front and could only stand obediently behind him.

From this point of view, the Wudang Sect should not be short of money.

As for where their money comes from?

All towns within a radius of 300 miles of Wudang Mountain are under the responsibility of the Wudang Sect. Even the imperial court cannot take care of the place and there is no place for him to collect taxes.

This does not include certain businesses that the Wudang Sect does, minerals, fertile land, and even incense offered by believers.

no way.

The big sect is a great scholar.

Especially in the sects in the world of [Jianghu], their disciples are often large, either tens of thousands or thousands. If there is no source of income, would it be that everyone is fasting on the top of the mountain to cultivate immortals?

To be honest, except for Zhang Sanfeng, everyone else should have ascended in the daytime.

"Master Taoist, Taoist Taoist, look at me, can I join the Wudang Sect?" A middle-aged uncle with a big, thick and pockmarked face kept asking.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who was in charge of receiving the person glanced at him and pointed to the notice next to him: "Only accept teenagers under the age of sixteen!"

The middle-aged uncle grinned and touched his beard uncomfortably, but he still defended himself: "Don't look like I'm forty years old, I'm just a little older..."

"Stop talking nonsense, you are almost older than my grandfather, go there."

"Others are waiting in line, too." A Taoist priest shouted coldly, holding the hilt of the sword.

soon.

The crowd calmed down.

Some guys who have read the notices do not intend to get involved.

In fact, these uncles did not come here to become disciples of the Wudang Sect, but just wanted to become a glorious worker.

Not to mention anything else, if you work as a sweeper in Wudang Mountain, you will make money than now, and you will be more face-saving if you say it out. If you have a son at home in the future, you may be able to send him here.

Zhao Qingchan was queuing obediently. Some muscular men were rushing to the line, but he didn't dare to resist, for fear of being taken to the alley. People in the world were sinister, and he was so white and tender, so he had to be careful.

So after waiting for half an hour, it was almost time for the sun to come, and he finally arrived at the gate of the Wudang Office compound.

Zhao Qingchan has no skill to distinguish his realm.

But he had done well enough in his previous life and had a superb level. Based on the long breathing of the middle-aged Taoist in front of him and the stable sitting posture of his old tree, he basically concluded that this person was a second-grade warrior.

As for which level he is in the "Four, Five and Six", Zhao Qingchan does not have internal cultivation yet, so he really can't tell.

The middle-aged Taoist carefully looked at Zhao Qingchan's appearance, asked, "Name."

"Zhao Qingchan."

"Are there elders in the family alive?"

"orphan."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded. Seeing Zhao Qingchan’s torn clothes, he didn’t want to have a baby with his father and mother, and the wild orphan didn’t run away.

"When will Wudang Town come?"

Zhao Qingchan took a moment of recollection and found the scattered 4K blue light memory fragments, and said with a bitter face: "I escaped due to a famine in the east a year ago, and then I was suppressed in Wudang."

A small Taoist boy on the left side of the middle-aged Taoist came closer and said, "Master, I have seen him. He used to do garbage sorting work in Wudang Town to exchange food. What he said is not fake."

"Well, get closer, stretch out your hand, I Kang Kang." The middle-aged Taoist nodded and waved his hand to let Zhao Qingchan approach.

Zhao Qingchan knew what he was going to do.

Then he stood obediently in front of the middle-aged Taoist.

Let his hands touch him...

cough.

In fact, this is called touching the bone. It can not only distinguish the real age, but also scatter a little true qi in some acupoints to see if the meridians and acupoints are unobstructed and whether they can practice internal strength.

Can Zhao Qingchan?

joke.

The 40-point root bone almost represents the meridians and the orifices of his body are penetrated...

soon.

The middle-aged Taoist also noticed the current situation. His expression changed slightly and he couldn't help but touch Zhao Qingchan's body again.

After three full times.

Thirteen-year-old Xiao Zhao is a little wet...

It's sweating.

The middle-aged Taoist finally waved his hand with his eyes shiny, asking Zhao Qingchan to retreat, and murmured: "I picked up the treasure, I picked up the treasure, not to mention my understanding, just talking about this bone, it's just ten years, no, that's rare to see in decades."

The little Taoist boy beside him blinked, unable to believe that the master would have such an evaluation of the little beggar in front of him.

Fortunately, Wudang Mountain is a Taoist, and practicing Taoism emphasizes the dual cultivation of life and life. He has no jealousy, but he is just a little envious.

Then the middle-aged Taoist priest smiled and said, "Zhao Qingchan, right? You can join the Wudang Sect, but joining my Wudang Sect will be a lifelong thing. If you betray the master's sect, even if you escape to the ends of the world, someone will destroy your cultivation."

"Disciple, don't dare." Zhao Qingchan hurriedly praised.

This is still good for the Wudang Sect. If there is any evil way, how dare you betray the master?

Damn, do you believe it if you bounce the little DingTalk until you die?

"Okay, wait later. You haven't worshipped the ancestor. You are not considered a disciple of Wudang yet. Think about it carefully for yourself."

"Yes." Zhao Qingchan nodded, then stepped back to the side, chatted with two little children for a few words, and then started to think with a smile.

Wudang Sect.

The Wudang Sect owned by Zhang Sanfeng.

There is no need to say anything about his strength, it is far from comparable to any small sect.

Even if you face the Shaolin Temple, which has been passed down through the ages, with the strength of the Wudang Sect now, you will not be at a disadvantage.

He was not sure that he was a real player, nor did he know whether he could be resurrected from the dead.

So he had to think about it from multiple perspectives.

You cannot join some hidden sects that seem to have great potential but do not have enough reputation and influence just because of adventure.

Especially now he has no cultivation level, even if he wants to leave Wudang Town and go to other sects, he is powerless. It is better to become a disciple of Wudang Sect safely.

not to mention.

No one said that the Wudang Sect had only seven second-generation disciples.

Everyone in the world knows the Seven Heroes of Wudang, because they are Zhang Sanfeng's true disciples. These seven people are also powerful enough and are all famous first-class masters in the world.

There are not many other second-generation disciples, but they are not famous and are not true disciples.

"According to my plan, it is so easy to join the Wudang Sect and become a disciple of the third generation. Maybe you can compete with Song Qingshu for the title of chief disciple."

"But that's it." Zhao Qingchan raised his eyebrows: "I remember that although Zhang Sanfeng has seven true disciples, the former's peerless martial arts is not available because of the difficulty of cultivation, and he cannot find a disciple who is most suitable for inheritance."

"Yu Lianzhou finally learned Tai Chi skills, Tai Chi, Tai Chi Sword, and became the second-generation Wudang leader!"

"But his own qualifications and talents are far from Zhang Sanfeng's level. This is just that Old Man Zhang pulled the general in the pile of shorts."

"And the hidden task of becoming Zhang Sanfeng's closed disciple is..."

"Cultivate nature and self-cultivation!"

"After becoming a disciple of the Wudang Sect, I don't need to practice my internal skills too hard, but pretend to be a good seedling of Taoism that loves to read Taoism and likes to cultivate nature and self-cultivation."

"As long as you persist for three years and a little bit of my understanding and roots, Zhang Sanfeng will definitely be moved by me and accept me as his disciple."

Zhao Qingchan touched his chin.

This hidden task in the previous life is very interesting. It was studied thoroughly by a Taoist disciple in the real world.

Or.

Although this guy has good innate attributes, he is not here to play games.

He came to read Daozang!

Many Taoist sects in the 23rd century have become the ultimate foundation.

As a result, this game really exists.

So this guy regarded Wudang Mountain as a holy place for practicing Taoism, and he was not a real player at all.

And his early goals.

He is to become a cultivator of immortals and Zhang Sanfeng’s closed disciple!

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