I am sad and disappointed just because I understand one thing, that is, I missed today, and I am afraid I will never have another chance in the future.

The so-called reopening of the mountain gate of Maoshan Sect is actually a ritual. If you really think that the mountain gate is outside the cliff in front of the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace Square, it would be too naive. The mountain gate of Maoshan has another direction. The huge arch here is just an illusion of magic circles that people have moved over, because if Maoshan Sect is really in a secret realm as Shen Chong said, he will naturally not expose its mountain gate to the eyes of those who are interested.

Knowing this, those who were not selected immediately fell into despair. Except for the guys like me who were temporarily interested, those who came here were basically full of expectations and preparations. After such a frustration, they immediately became a fuss.

It is strange that the Maoshan disciples chose not only carefully study their knowledge, but also touch their bones. Instead, they are like walking in a vegetable garden. Seeing this cabbage tender and the radish pleasing, they just pulled it out, making people not know where to start preparing.

Before this, I have learned that recruiting disciples in Taoism is different from normal schools that teach and educate people. It is a master who seeks disciples, not disciples who seek masters. They talk about a fate between them. If they have fate, the master can teach them all and do everything. If they don’t have fate, they can only sigh softly and miss their whole life.

The old Taoist Qingyi and I missed the opportunity that day. It was not that he didn't like me, but that he was just a simple heart that could not be violated, and he could only follow it.

Even so, he left six talismans at the most dangerous time, allowing me to save my life and survive until now.

From this perspective, it is believed that Maoshan Sect is not the kind of hidden world they advertised on the surface. It has already figured out everyone in the field when everyone came, and then it was so straightforward.

Just like the imperial list is placed in front of the Beijing Gate, some people are happy and some are sad. The selected people step into the arch and enter the mysterious cave world of Maoshan Sect; and those who are not selected are all kinds of things in the world, some cry, some laugh, some shed tears, some are like crazy, and even, when they see that everyone is about to disperse, they stand up and run wildly towards the arch hanging in the void, as if there is a dragon gate above the Yellow River. They step over and have no worries.

There are not many people who have such an impact. Three young men as old as me, and two 14 or 15-year-old boys, came together, not seeking survival, only seeking death, and their will was determined. However, they were eventually stopped by a expressionless Yellow Turban Strongman.

I just felt that the two-meter-tall Yellow Turban Strongman was not a living creature. At this moment, I really did it. But when I saw him swing the flagpole, countless yellow, white, and red cloths suddenly shot out from his body, flying towards these people. When the cloth was wrapped, the person was wrapped into a rice dumpling. Then, he pulled it gently and fell to the ground and could no longer break free.

The people who fell to the ground were heartbroken and asked sadly, and some even said that they didn't have to accept them as disciples and could carry water and do odd jobs. However, the Taoists took it as if they didn't hear it and left without looking back.

With the previous example, no one dared to move again, but he was depressed and had no need to say anything. After being selected for more than 20 people, the crowd in the cross-legged scene seemed a little sparse. When I looked around, I saw that some people had already stood up with a slight face and walked towards the sidelines. They were not old and needed comfort from their families; some people sat cross-legged, without moving, but among the people who were still moving, there was only a rusty farmer boy next to me, with hopes in his eyes.

Seeing me coming, the farmer's boy grinned and said, "Brother, are they going back to get things? Why are they leaving?"

His attitude was enthusiastic, but my words almost made me fall. I didn't know how to improve my mood. I responded: "I've finished choosing, but I'm afraid there will be no chance."

When I said this, he was shocked and shouted in panic: "This is not OK. I still want to find the old white-bearded man to become a disciple. If he doesn't accept me, it will be unfulfilled." It was quite surprising to say the word "perfect" from such a rustic boy. I asked with a smile: "Do you know what perfection is?"

The boy nodded hard and said, "Of course I knew that I walked from Foshan to Maoshan for two months; from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, I kowtowed in three steps, and walked for three days. And Yuanmo was the most powerful old man with white beard, who accepted me as his disciple."

His ability to express words was somewhat inappropriate, but when I saw his scarred forehead, I inexplicably believed his words.

Not to mention anything else, if you talk about the desire for the Tao, everyone present probably doesn’t have the piousness of this young man. I couldn’t help asking him: “What’s your name?”

The boy replied absent-mindedly: "Fu Jun."

The two of them talked for a while. At this time, the people of Maoshan had almost turned back to the Giant Gate above the cliff. The crowd was scattered, and the parents of the unselected children rushed into the center of the square. When the children saw their relatives, they were no longer strong and started crying. I saw Fu Jun still sitting cross-legged on the square. No one came to find him, nor did they move much. I couldn't help but be curious and asked him if no one came with him. Fu Jun shook his head and said no, there were no relatives at home. He sold all his belongings and could not collect all the travel expenses. Only then could he come.

It would be fine if Maoshan didn't accept him. He jumped directly from the cliff, everything would be over and it would be perfect.

I saw that he didn't seem to be joking, so I kindly advised him. Although Fu Junren was honest, he also had his own stubbornness. No matter what I said, he just laughed, and I was a little powerless. I remembered that Xiaoyan had already entered Maoshan, and there would be no time to meet again in the future. I couldn't help but feel a hundred kinds of flavors in my heart, mixed with all kinds of flavors, and it was difficult to absorb for a while.

At this moment, Ding San and Dai Qiaojie came over, but the latter didn't say anything, and was silently beside him. Ding Sanxin was dissatisfied and couldn't help but mocked me for a few words.

Ding San and I are old acquaintances, and it is common to make jokes between us, but the so-called youthful feelings are hard to describe. At this moment, I can't help but feel a lot of boredom in my heart.

However, he was able to bear it, but unexpectedly, another person came next to him, and it was the Cadre Gu who was in the same room as us. He had just been swept away by Yizijian. At this moment, I was afraid that I had heard that Liu Laosan and I knew each other and were friends. So I couldn't help but come over to sarcastically and shouted: "There are too many people in the world who want to fly up to the branches and turn into phoenixes, but others are still fine. It's a ignorant child like you who wants to worship Maoshan. I'm just a fool to go back and pee, look in the mirror before coming, haha!"

He deliberately spoke strangely, and his words were extremely uncomfortable. However, many people next to him who were not selected were comforted when they heard this, and they couldn't help laughing and talking.

I, the man, couldn't help but mock him, stood up with a cold face, looked at the middle-aged man who was my leader, put his hand behind him and put it on the Blood-Drinking Cold Lightsaber. The man was so scared that he took a step back and shouted in surprise: "Chen Erdan, what do you want to do?"

I ignored him, but with a slight effort, a cold light immediately emerged out of thin air at night.

What a sharp sword, like the frost and snow.

My wrists shook slightly, and a large bunch of sword light seemed to bloom like prosperity. Finally, they were all restrained. When everyone looked at it, they saw that the whole sword was inserted directly into the hard bricks and stones by me.

After inserting the sword, I stepped on the hilt of the sword and said angrily: "I, Chen Erdan, have a bad life. However, I learned Taoism at the age of eight, and was well-versed in the collection of Taoism at the age of eleven. At the age of fourteen, I realized the Qi field. At the age of fifteen, I ran around a foreign land and was displaced. At the age of seventeen, I was on the battlefield in southern Xinjiang, fighting bloody battles in the frontier. I asked myself not to lose to anyone. If I have a dream, I will chase and mock others' ideal behavior. Is it great? When I was defending my country on the Annan border, where were you?"

I was also very angry at that time. There was a bit of iron-blooded spirit in my words. Cadre Gu was accused of making his face pale. At that time, the war in southern Xinjiang was in full swing, and the whole country was promoting it. He was a cadre with a strong sense of political smell, so he naturally didn't dare to say anything more. He was stunned on the spot for a moment, without saying anything.

When others heard my confession, they clapped their hands. At this time, someone suddenly came out of the darkness and shouted loudly: "What a good guy, a master of the world. He has no eyes and will not accept you as his disciple. There is no need to be disappointed. It is better to join my disciple. Don't say anything else. After you get out of the army, you will be free and free in this world!"

The man walked out of the darkness and turned out to be a giant man nearly two meters tall, with a beard on his face, just like the yellow turban hero I had seen during the day, the heavenly soldiers and general I saw seven years ago on Wuguniang Mountain.

He walked very fast, and took a few meters in one step, and soon arrived in front of me. He looked down from a high point, and couldn't help but shouted happily: "The demonic energy overflows, and the energy is guarding the middle and empty. This is the scene of the great achievement of the magic skills. Oh my God, I have picked up the treasure today - kid, hurry up, kowtow immediately, and worship me as my teacher. In the future, I will take you to show off and take you to fly, which is a pleasure!"

I know this person is very capable, otherwise Li Daozi would not have been seriously injured and fled that day. However, at this moment, these words like trafficking in a population made me feel a little weak and dared not agree.

And at this moment, another clear voice came from the void: "Who is surnamed Wang, do you really think there is no one in Maoshan? How dare you run to my door to do this?"

A white light appeared, and a big sleeve waved, and a person stood in front of me. It turned out to be Tao Jinhong, the head of Maoshan.
Chapter completed!