It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 83 Personal transmission!

In the outer city, Wulao Qingxinzhai.

This place was originally an open-air quarry hundreds of years ago. Due to the damage to the geology and the lack of farming value, it was abandoned for many years.

It was bought by Wu Laoqing Xinzhai at a relatively low price, backfilled with sand, and tall cedar trees were planted outside.

Decades have passed, and the world only knows Wulao Qingxinzhai, but not the ancient quarry.

Today is the last day for enrollment in Wulaoqing Xinzhai.

Since medicinal baths and other martial arts training resources need to be dispatched and produced, and the martial arts instructors in the gym have other livelihoods, they usually enroll students in gyms of all sizes in Feng County every two months.

The enrollment numbers for outer disciples and inner disciples are also different.

I saw it outside a pair of stone walls of the gymnasium, under the stairs.

There is a storyteller on the left. He claps the wood, sounds the drum and knife, and sits on a bench, attracting the attention of countless passers-by.

What he is telling is the story of the fortune and establishment of Wu Lao Qing Xin Zhai, in which the protagonist is the current owner of the Zhai Wen Shoufei. There are many exaggerated and beautified stories, all kinds of chivalrous and courageous, eager to do justice.

On the right, stood a warrior with a broad waist and thick arms. His arms were as thick as torture pillars. He was standing there like a rockery, exuding a terrifying aura, acting as a personal model.

These days, competition between gyms is also very stressful.

There are twenty-four middle-level gymnasiums in the outer city alone, and if you add in the lower-level martial arts schools, the number will be even more numerous.

Although there are countless people studying martial arts, there are not many who can spend tens of taels of silver to sign up for a gym.

Naturally, the gymnasiums in the city were forced to catch up with the local spirit and advertise it widely.

Sure enough, whether it is a parent who hopes that his son will become a successful child, or a young man who dreams of traveling to the end of the world with a sword, they can all find their hopes for the future in the storyteller and the 'model'.

At this moment, many people who had signed up gathered outside the gate of Wulao Qingxinzhai, under the orderly guidance of the reception staff.

Visit the gym, introduce martial arts training plans and different fee levels, pay fees, and assign martial arts teachers to teach...

Fu Bo and Fu Tiancheng hurried over, passed through the crowd, walked up the steps, and walked to the registration hall. When they looked around, they didn't see any familiar figures.

"The boy really hasn't arrived yet?"

Fu Bo frowned high, pulled a stool, and Hengdao immediately sat down.

"I said, you clearly informed him of the details of joining the gym at that time, right?"

Fu Bo looked at Fu Tiancheng.

Fu Tiancheng was stunned for a moment and said hesitantly,
  "I should, I should have said everything."

The two fell silent suddenly.

"Uncle Fu Shi, it's rare for you, the old man, to go out."

"Oh? Is this Senior Brother Fu Tiancheng? Has Wang Zhai given you a day off recently?"

Several voices came, all from the other three warriors of Zongyu, Shan and Dian in Wulao Qingxinzhai.

"Fengyang, are you injured?"

Fu Bo looked at an old man with a majestic face and a body as thin as a crane, and his face darkened.

I saw that Fengyang's right leg was completely broken from the knee down, and the trousers leg was empty and hanging naturally.

Fengyang is considered to be of the same generation as Bo, slightly younger, and is an old man from the Yu Sect who has just entered the marrow refining realm.

Yu Zong focuses on physical skills.

Fengyang, who lost one of his legs, could almost be said to be completely useless in martial arts.

Fengyang looked at it openly and smiled heartily.
  "That kid Wu Houjing is really powerful. I'm not as good as him. Last month, he cut off his leg with a halberd. I'm not as good as him!"

When Fu Bo heard this, his face was as gloomy as rain.

"How are you, Mr. Fu? I heard that you are recommending students to collect marrow refining pills. Do you have any clues?"

Fengyang didn't mention this issue and turned to ask Xiang Fu Tiancheng.

Fu Tiancheng smiled bitterly: "It's still far away. I don't know when it will be over."

Fengyang waved his hand,
  "Take your time, we old bones are still here, how can you come from behind and stand in front of us?"

Fu Tiancheng knew that Fengyang was hinting at the King of Hell's post.

Fengyang turned around and looked at the noisy gymnasium with a faint look.

"You have to obey the old man. Wu Houjing is the direct disciple of the master of the restaurant. Old man, I have to obey you!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present fell silent.

Before anyone arrived, the lingering power had already enveloped everyone.

Just in time,

From the corridor outside the lobby, three figures slowly walked out.

One man's skin was as dark as carbon, as strong as an iron tower, and more than nine feet tall.

One person was wearing a long coat and had a fat figure. From his chin to his legs, there were layers of fat that swayed like water waves as he walked.

The last person, judging from the appearance, is a seven or eight-year-old boy, with bright eyes, white teeth, and a fair face, but those eyes have a kind of turbidity after years of vicissitudes.

"Senior Brother Pei Zhang, Second Senior Brother Xiao Changyi, Third Senior Brother Hua Mu!"

Everyone in the gym showed respect when they saw these three people.

These three people are all disciples that the Zhai Master has accepted over the years, and they all have perfect internal organs cultivation.

They all showed up, and the owner of the restaurant...

Everyone looked behind the three people.

Then in the slightly cold spring breeze, from an invisible corner of the corridor, a man with an honest appearance and a weathered face, like an old farmer, slowly walked towards him.

He was dressed in long black clothes, and his steps were steady and powerful. Every step seemed to hit the heartbeats of everyone present.

dong dong dong...

heartbeat.

bang bang bang...

The footsteps were neither urgent nor slow.

Finally, the man sat on the official hat chair in the middle of the lobby.

"I've met the owner!"

The worship was so loud that everyone in the Taoist temple bent down and bowed their hands in salute.

The students who first entered the gym looked at the man on the official hat chair with curiosity, awe, and admiration.

Wen Shoufei is the master of Wu Lao Qing Xin Zhai and a master of spiritual cultivation. He was originally a shoe seller and weaver of mats. He had many adventures and joined forces to build up this huge family business step by step.

There are thousands of people inside and outside a martial arts hall, and there are also forces below such as medicine shops, weapons shops, car dealers, etc. You and I are connected and cooperate with each other.

Power and power, both powerful and powerful, have the power to crush other people's heads without daring to say anything!
  There is no doubt that Wen Shoufei is the small group of people who hold prominent positions in the outer city.

Wen Shoufei nodded and motioned for everyone to get up.

He didn't speak, his eyes were calm, and he put his hands on the armrests.

His deep gaze passed through the central line of the gym and saw the gate all the way.

Seems to be waiting for someone.

After a while, after everyone got used to Wen Shoufei's pressure, they all talked in low voices.

"Even the master of the restaurant came out of seclusion and came in person to wait for Wu Houjing to become his disciple. Tsk, tsk, one step to reach the sky, one step to reach the sky!"

"Haha, it doesn't matter how strong he is! Zhaizhu's officers and generals are not that easy to practice. The stronger Wu Houjing is, the faster he may die!"

Among the crowd, there were three young men and women. They were the same martial artists who intercepted Wu Houjing on the official road that day to avenge their relatives and friends.

"Wu Houjing also went to Shui Hengliu, which was causing a lot of commotion recently, right? Hey, maybe he was deep in the Tribulation Territory and never came back!"

"This man is ruthless and has no regard for brotherhood. If he really becomes his personal disciple, I, the Five Lao Qing Xin Zhai, will never have peace!"

The three people's faces were full of hatred, and they wished they could eat Wu Houjing's flesh!
  One after another, more registered students entered the hall.

Several martial arts masters who were also recommended for special recruitment approached their instructors with a little anxiety.

The hall has clear windows and is extremely spacious. It can accommodate hundreds of people without feeling crowded.

As time passed, Fu Bo waited and saw that Li Qinglin hadn't come yet, and he felt a little anxious.

"Oops, Mo Zhen let him and Wu Houjing meet before he came!"

Wu Houjing didn't show up. Now was a good opportunity to join the Taoist gym. At worst, he would become a disciple first, and then go home and hide for a few days to avoid the limelight.

Such a good opportunity, why hasn’t Li Qinglin come yet? !

On the opposite side, several warriors who were defeated by Wu Houjing and saved their lives seemed to have a hostage complex and chose to follow Wu Houjing. They also became more and more anxious as they waited.
  "Where's Brother Wu, why haven't you come yet? The owner of the restaurant is here!"

Several people were spinning around like ants on a hot pot, looking out the door from time to time.

The sun was setting, and the appointed time for apprenticeship was approaching.

The eyes of the three disciples, Pei Zhang, Xiao Changyi, and Hua Mu, changed and they looked at each other, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

And in the official hat chair, Wen Shoufei sat speechless for a long time and looked down at everyone.

The calm face gradually became a little more volatile.

There was a hint of doubt in his eyes. “Isn’t that boy not coming?”

Wen Shoufei witnessed Li Qinglin using the "Xuan Yu Qin Long Sutra" of the 'Li Zong' lineage to kill Wuhou Jing Qin Long and then bury his body.

He also noticed that Li Qinglin had a special physique, possessing one of the five internal organs, the Heart Palace.

He has long been regarded as a true disciple.

People often don't cherish things that are just easy to get.

So these days, while he was inquiring about Li Qinglin's heels, he sat back and watched what happened, never showing up, just to tease him and test Li Qinglin's temperament!

It’s just... could I have made a mistake somewhere?
  Wen Shoufei thought secretly.

"Pei Zhang." Wen Shoufei's calm voice came.

Next to him, the man who was as strong as an iron tower and nine feet tall immediately bent down and replied,
  "Master, what's the matter?"

Hearing Shoufei whispering in his ear, Pei Zhang's pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had heard some unbelievable news.

A look of shock quickly passed through his eyes, and he quickly calmed down, stabilized his mind, then walked through the hall and quickly went out.

"Could it be that Senior Brother Pei Zhang went to find Wu Houjing?"

When everyone saw this, they started to speculate.

Seeing this, several of Wu Houjing's followers took the opportunity to sneak out of the martial arts gym.

Xiangfeng County is so vast, just trying to find people in it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.

But snakes have snake ways, and rats have rat ways.

They quickly found several underground gangs in Feng County, sprinkled money, and told Wu Houjing's physical characteristics, weapons, and clothing...

Each and every pawn vendor, like a tentacle, goes in all directions, walking through the streets and alleys, and often just a look or a gesture can complete the exchange of information.

"What? No? Senior Brother Wu has never come back since he left the city last time?"

When these followers received the reply, they looked at each other with a vague premonition in their hearts.

……

"Sorry, we don't accept people who are apprentices in art."

Outside a Taoist temple with carved dragons and phoenixes, which was as majestic as a large house, Li Qinglin was invited out of the door.

"Then how come that martial artist in the Strong Flesh Realm just now succeeded in becoming a disciple?"

Li Qinglin asked with some unwillingness to give up.

"Oh."

This person said in a nonchalant manner,
  "The guy just now paid a hundred taels of silver to help my Dragon Tiger Bao Danmen renovate the training ground."

Speaking of this, the man took another look at Li Qinglin and said,
  "Oh, by the way, our quiet room has been leaking recently, and we still have sixty taels left to fill."

The corners of Li Qinglin's mouth twitched slightly,
  "Why is it so expensive?"

Hearing this, this person frowned, seemed a little dissatisfied, and immediately retorted,
  "Why is it so expensive? It's been this price for so many years. Don't talk nonsense with your eyes open! Think about your own reasons."

Yes, force cannot cross the poor.

Li Qinglin cupped his hands and turned around to leave.

There are seven excellent Taoist temples in the inner city of Fengfeng County, all of which possess excellent martial arts that directly lead to the path to immortality. Li Qinglin is lying if he says he doesn't covet them.

It's a pity that he has already learned from him, and Li Qinglin is not willing to break his promise.

and……

He has no money.

Li Qinglin laughed and shook his head, strode through several streets and alleys, stopped a carriage, and spent half an hour arriving at the outer city.

Seeing that it was already getting late, he simply got out of the car and headed towards Wulaoqing Xinzhai at lightning speed.

Wulaoqing Xinzhai is in sight.

There are many gyms and martial arts arenas located on this street, and there are endless ways to recruit students outside.

There were those who performed tricks, those who breathed fire and played with ice skates, those who climbed fairy ropes, and Li Qinglin even saw those who raised autumn insects and fought with grasshoppers...

Li Qinglin stopped outside the door of a Zhongsheng Taoist Gym and looked inside.

"Um?!"

suddenly,

Li Qinglin noticed a gust of wind coming towards him. Just as he became alert, his right wrist was grabbed by a hand like an iron pincer.

He looked sideways and saw a man as strong as an iron tower standing next to him, with a somewhat anxious look on his face.

This is a master!

There was something hidden in the man's body that gave people a sense of completeness and unity, and Li Qinglin felt very solemn.

Pei Zhang looked at Li Qinglin in front of him, who seemed to want to sign up to join another gym, and felt slightly panicked.

This person is a direct disciple whom Master has repeatedly ordered to take back to the Taoist gym.

Even Wu Houjing died in his hands.

If he is really recruited by another gym, Master will not be able to skin him alive!

Thinking of this, Pei Zhang said directly,

"Li Qinglin?"

"Who are you?" Li Qinglin was a little confused.

"Wulao Qingxinzhai, the owner of Wu Lao Qing Xin Zhai heard that Shoufei personally spoke and wants to accept you as his direct disciple."

Li Qinglin was stunned, pointed at himself and said,

"Ah I?"

……

"Elder brother is back!"

At the door, several gym students saw Pei Zhang's figure, and they all looked happy.

The crowd was crowded, and many people stuck their heads out to look out the door.

Several of Wu Houjing's followers looked at each other, a little confused.

"Did you find Brother Wu?"

Fu Bo and Fu Tiancheng's faces were tense, their lips were slightly pursed, and their hearts were a little solemn.

Fengyang chuckled, but his expression was a little dazed. He accidentally saw his broken leg, and his loneliness flashed away.

On the official hat chair, Wen Shoufei leaned forward slightly and stared at the door.

Outside the gym, on the stairs, two figures in front and behind walked slowly.

Outside, the sun rises above the branches, and the light in the hall is slightly dim.

When it turned from light to dark, Li Qinglin squinted his eyes slightly and saw that there were hundreds of people gathered on the left and right sides of the hall.

These people all looked at themselves.

Surprise, confusion, surprise...

"Huh? Who is this person?"

"Senior Brother Pei Zhang, are you going to pick him up?"

"Where is Wu Houjing? It's already time to become a disciple. Even if he arrives, I'm afraid he will displease the master!"

Everyone was talking about it.

Under the leadership of Pei Zhang, Li Qinglin walked through the aisle in the middle of the hall.

On both sides are martial arts masters and students with different expressions.

Li Qinglin also saw Fu Tiancheng and Fu Bo.

At this time, the eyes of the two people sometimes stayed on Li Qinglin, and sometimes they saw Pei Zhang who was leading the way for Li Qinglin.

His face was full of confusion, not knowing what was going on.

"That is……"

In Li Qinglin's perception, the old man on the official hat chair at the end of the hall was clearly motionless, but without seeing it, his energy and blood were like a blazing golden crow, exuding extremely intense heat. .

It's also like a god is inhabiting it, screaming and entwining itself into various complex patterns.

Li Qinglin's eyes felt as if they were being burned by flames.

"Yangshen? But this Yangshen martial artist gives me a completely different feeling from Yu Yuan. He is more irritable and more outwardly visible."

"Come to me."

Wen Shoufei's voice came.

Li Qinglin came slowly and stopped in front of the stamp at the end of the hall.

Wen Shoufei took a deep look at Li Qinglin, and then said in the midst of everyone's puzzled looks,
  "From now on, this person, Li Qinglin, will be my... only personal descendant of Wen Shoufei!"

(End of this chapter)