Chapter 184 Shura Sect

Author: Huang Huoqing

Chapter 184 Shura Sect

On April 21, 21, the 28th year of Zhenghe.

The Golden Sea is more than a thousand miles away, and the northwest of Xijing City is two hundred miles away.

In the afternoon, the sun is soft.

The wheat fields are flat and the fields are crisscrossing.

Hongqi kicked the horse's hooves and kept tilting his mouth wide toward the seductive wheat ears. He was pulled away by the reins again and again by the owner.

Three days of walking and stopping, one person and one horse are comfortable.

Now the destination has finally arrived.

Lianshan at the end of his sight spreads to both sides, winding away like a wing of a roll.

A small town is located at the foot of Tianpeng Mountain.

From a distance, Hong Fan saw cars and horses coming and going around, and the crowds were not far behind ordinary county towns.

He dismounted outside the town and walked inside with the red flag.

The town is called "Yongshou", with a diameter of less than 500 meters in height, but a population of thousands.

When Hong Fan walked into the street, his ears allowed him to easily cover all kinds of sounds in half of the street.

Among them, there are more than a dozen different accents mixed with noisy words, many of which are obviously from outside Liangzhou.

After a brief inquiry, he found the best inn in the town.

A three-story wooden building with three large characters hanging at the door - Qingyun Pavilion.

Hong Fangang stood in front of the building, and a friend who was waiting outside the door immediately gave up someone else and came up.

Wearing a dark red brocade-weaving suit, holding a burnt tail and eating tiger beast, plus an outstanding temperament and appearance...

Standard image of Haoke.

"This young master, my family is the best inn in the town, please come in!"

The guy bowed and asked.

Hong Fan handed over the reins of the horse and stepped into the building.

The inn is luxurious and exquisitely decorated, three points better than Jinfeng Tower. Although Yongshou Town is only one-tenth of the scale of Jinhai City, with Shura Sect here, there will obviously be no shortage of high-end visitors.

The main hall is wide, and a golden lacquered plaque is hung on the stairs facing the gate, with the words "Sky Soaring to the Sky" written on it.

Coupled with the meaning of the store name "Still the rise", Hong Fan suddenly felt like he was preparing for the college entrance examination in his previous life.

There are not many rooms left in the inn and the prices are not cheap.

There were two groups of people in front of the counter hesitating.

The group brought their sons and the group brought their daughters, both of which were adults and teenagers.

Hong Fan glanced over and saw the thirteen-year-old boy with a rosy face and a particularly strong muscles. The two adults in his family were dressed simply and had a good face.

A sense of déjà vu is coming across the world.

The shopkeeper was very enthusiastic. He probably knew from the guy's expression that the new customers were worth a lot of money.

If it is not necessary, Hong Fan has never liked to bargain.

He directly chose the best A-house for one tael of silver per day, and also gave an additional 300-yuan horse money to feed Hongqi independent stables and asked to feed ten kilograms of good meat.

Such luxury attracted the attention of the two groups of people who were still hesitating.

As the guy went upstairs, Hong Fan could still feel the scorching gaze behind him.

The moon sets and the sun rises, in just a blink of an eye.

On April 22, the gate of Shura Sect opened for the second day.

There are more and more people on the street, and they are constantly heading north since the early morning.

For the villagers of Yongshou Town, the busyness in late April is even greater than the autumn harvest every year.

Hong Fan had breakfast and went out at 8 o'clock in the morning.

He did not ride a tiger-eating beast, but only walked all the way, and arrived at the lower courtyard of Shura Sect one hour later.

The courtyard is built between two mountains. Judging from the trend of the ridge, it should be extremely narrow.

But the natural principle is interrupted by manpower here.

On both sides of the courtyard, the foot of the mountain was peeled off hundreds of meters like a cake, leaving only a bare cliff, silently facing each other.

As for the upper courtyard of Shura Sect, it is located on Pengshou Peak on the east side.

It is said that it was a steep peak, but it was cut off by a hundred feet with one palm by the first Doudi, who founded the Shura Sect, and artificially opened up a flat ground of tens of thousands of square meters.

At the gate of the lower courtyard, many people, including Hong Fan, stood there and watched the Broken Peak, which was covered in clouds and mist for a long time.

Some people sweat all over, some people tremble constantly, and some people cry non-stop.

More teenagers have red faces and grit their teeth.

Hong Fan also had many thoughts.

The master was in the air and the Martial Saint broke the mountain with one palm.

It was just adjacent to the alien race and suffered from war, but only a few local innate people were in charge.

If there are so many martial saints and gods in Dahua, if they suppress the borders, can they make the world less blood shed?

But after a moment of moistening, these childish thoughts were cut off by Hong Fan himself.

No matter which world, capable people always go to better places and allocate more resources.

Not the other way around.

When his heart was calm, Hong Fan stepped forward.

He chatted with the shopkeeper of Qingyun Pavilion for a long time yesterday and got a lot of information.

Every year, the Shura Sect’s mountain opening meeting attracts thousands of people to Yongshou Town, and about a thousand people actually participated in the selection.

Of course, this is not one of the Ten Classics of Dahua, which is too attractive.

The Shura Sect has been established for more than 300 years. Before the Dahua Destruction of the Tribute, its strictness in accepting disciples has long been famous all over the world.

Therefore, everyone who dared to rush to Tianpeng Mountain, at least the leader of each village and village, had considerable confidence in their talents and achievements.

Generally speaking, thirty or forty people will eventually be selected for the outer hospital.

Among them, only 30% of them can obtain true teachings, as the descendants of the Shura Dou Zhan Sutra.

In the square at the entrance of the outer courtyard, ten disciples from the outer courtyard were responsible for the reception.

Hong Fan found a man in blue-shirt who looked kind-hearted. After the other party registered the information, he kept stuffing ten taels of silver notes without hesitation.

The other party naturally accepted it, and his expression became more and more kind.

When it comes to the great event of Shura Sect opening up mountains and accepting disciples, a mere ten taels of silver will naturally not be of great use.

Hong Fan didn't feel that the outer disciples in charge of chores had much influence.

But whether it is for the King of Hell or the little devil, habitually doing something is his two-life habit of doing things - complex projects often do not fail at the key points, and tricks always appear in corners you can't imagine.

The Qingshan disciple carefully proofread the registration information. When he saw Hong Fan's hometown, he also smiled and praised the fur produced in Jinhaicheng.

Then, he took Hong Fan in person regardless of the fact that there were still people waiting for registration.

As soon as he walked around the hall, Hong Fan saw three independent courtyards side by side, with more than a dozen people queuing in front of each courtyard.

"The senior brother here is easier to talk to."

The green-shirt disciple walked to the third courtyard while explaining.

"Take your paperwork and call someone in a while."

He said, nodding to his colleague standing at the gate of the yard and pulled Hong Fan to the second place in the team.

"I'm standing here?"

Hong Fan asked.

He is not the kind of person who insists on being rude, but he is still not used to being in line in broad daylight.

"Stand this is it!"

The green-shirt disciple replied proudly and glanced at the others.

Everyone stood up and spoke with their eyes open.

The green shirt disciple returned to the front door.

Hong Fan looked at the front and back teams and found that most of them were thirteen or fourteen years old, obviously less than 10% of them were over fifteen years old.
To be continued...