I'm really not immortal

Chapter 2 Zhang Sanfeng's Closed Disciple
Zhao Qingchan quickly ran to the Wudang office at the foot of the mountain. This is a big mansion, and there are many Wudang disciples living in it all year round. Unfortunately, he is too short and weak to compete with the group of muscular men in front of him. Can obediently stand behind.

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

As for where their money comes from?
All towns within a radius of [-] miles of Wudang Mountain are under the responsibility of the Wudang faction itself, and even the imperial court has no control over them, and there is no place for him to collect taxes.

This does not include certain businesses conducted by the Wudang faction itself, minerals owned, fertile land, and even incense offered by believers, etc.

no way.

Damen Dapai is a bull batch.

Especially in the sects in the [Jianghu] world, there are often a large number of disciples, either tens of thousands or thousands. If there is no source of income, is it possible that everyone is cultivating immortals on the top of the mountain?

To put it bluntly, except for Zhang Sanfeng, everyone else should have already ascended in daylight.

"Daoist, Daoist, what do you think of me, can I join the Wudang sect?" A middle-aged uncle with a five-year-old and a three-year-old man with a pockmarked face kept asking.

The middle-aged priest in charge of accepting people glanced at him, and pointed to the notice next to him: "Only accept teenagers under the age of 16!"

The middle-aged uncle grinned, stroking his beard uncomfortably, and still defended: "Don't look at me as 40 years old, but I'm actually older..."

"Stop talking nonsense, you are almost older than my grandpa, go away."

"Others hurry up and line up." A trail leader held the hilt of his sword and shouted coldly.

soon.

The crowd quieted down.

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

In fact, these uncles did not come here to become Wudang disciples, they just wanted to be a glorious laborer.

Among other things, if you work as a sweeper in Wudang Mountain, you will make more money than you are now, and you will have more face if you say it. If you have a son in the family, maybe you can send it over.

And Zhao Qingchan lined up obediently. Some muscular men jumped in line, but he didn't dare to resist, for fear of being taken to a small alley. People in the world are dangerous, and he is so white and tender, so he has to guard against it. .

So after waiting for half an hour, when the sun was about to rise, he finally arrived at the gate of the Wudang office compound.

Zhao Qingchan doesn't have any skills to discern its realm.

But he was good enough in his previous life, and his state was superb. Based on the long breathing sound of the middle-aged Taoist in front of him, and his steady sitting posture with the roots of the old tree, he has basically concluded that this person is a second-rank warrior.

As for which realm he is in the 'four five six', Zhao Qingchan has no inner strength cultivation, so he really can't tell.

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

"Zhao Qingchan."

"Are there any elders in the family?"

"orphan."

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

"When did you come to Wudang Town?"

Zhao Qingchan recalled for a while, found those scattered 4K Blu-ray memory fragments, and said with a bitter face: "I escaped because of the famine in the east a year ago, and then I lived in Wudang Town."

A little Taoist boy on the left of the middle-aged Taoist approached and said: "Master, I have met him. He used to do garbage sorting in Wudang Town in exchange for food. He is not lying."

"Well, come closer and stretch out your hand, I am Kangkang." The middle-aged Taoist nodded and waved Zhao Qingchan closer.

Zhao Qingchan knew what to do.

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

Let her hands caress her body...

cough.

In fact, this is called touching the bones. It can not only identify the real age, but also diffuse a little real energy into certain acupoints, so as to see whether the meridians and acupoints are unblocked and whether they can cultivate internal strength.

Can Zhao Qingchan?

joke.

The root bone at 40 points almost represents that all the meridians and acupoints of his whole body are penetrated...

soon.

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

After a full three times.

The 13-year-old Xiao Zhao was sweating a little.

And the middle-aged Taoist finally waved his hand with bright eyes, letting Zhao Qingchan back down, and muttered to himself: "I picked up the treasure, I picked up the treasure, let alone the level of understanding, just talking about this root Ten years, no, it is rare to see it in decades."

Xiao Daotong next to him blinked his eyes, unable to believe that Master would have such an evaluation of the little beggar in front of him.

Fortunately, Wudang Mountain is a Taoist school, and the cultivation of Taoism emphasizes the cultivation of both life and life. He has nothing to say about jealousy, but a little envy.

Then the middle-aged Taoist said with a smile: "Zhao Qingchan, right? You can join the Wudang Sect, but joining my Wudang Sect is a matter of a lifetime. If you betray the master, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, someone will go to you!" Abolished your cultivation."

"I don't dare." Zhao Qingchan hastily praised.

This is still good for the Wudang sect. If there is some crooked sect, you dare to betray the sect?

"Okay, wait later, you haven't paid homage to the patriarch, you are not considered a Wudang disciple now, think about it for yourself."

"Yes." Zhao Qingchan nodded, then stepped back, casually chatted with the two little Taoist boys, and then began to think with a smile.

Wudang faction.

The Wudang faction that owns Zhang Sanfeng.

Needless to say, its strength is far from what any small school can compare.

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

He wasn't sure that he was a real player, and he didn't know if he could come back from the dead.

So he has to think about it.

You can't join some hidden sects that seem to have great potential but don't have enough reputation and influence just because of taking risks.

Especially now that he doesn't have any cultivation base, even if he wants to leave Wudang Town, he will be powerless to go to other sects. It's better to become a Wudang sect disciple in peace and stability.

not to mention.

No one said that there were only seven second-generation disciples in the Wudang School.

The Wudang Seven Heroes are well known in the Jianghu because they are the true disciples of Zhang Sanfeng. These seven people are also powerful enough, and they are all famous first-rank masters in the Jianghu.

It's not that there are no other second-generation disciples, but they are not well-known, and they are not true disciples.

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

"But." Zhao Qingchan raised his eyebrows: "I remember that although Zhang Sanfeng has seven true disciples, but the former has a peerless martial arts, but because of the difficulty of cultivation, he couldn't find the most suitable one. Disciple of inheritance."

"Yu Lianzhou finally learned Tai Chi Kung Fu, Tai Chi Boxing, and Tai Chi Sword, and became the second-generation Wudang Master!"

"But his own aptitude and talent are far from reaching Zhang Sanfeng's level. This is all because old man Zhang is picking a general out of the dwarfs."

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

"Self-cultivation and self-cultivation!"

"After I became a disciple of the Wudang School, I didn't need to practice my internal skills too hard. Instead, I pretended to be a good budding Taoist who loves to read Taoist scriptures, and likes to cultivate my nature and body."

"As long as I persevere for three years and show my understanding and roots a little bit, Zhang Sanfeng will definitely be moved by me and accept me as a disciple."

Zhao Qingchan rubbed her chin.

This hidden task in the previous life is very interesting, it was thoroughly researched by a Taoist disciple in the real world.

Or.

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

He came to read Daozang!
Many Daozangs of the 23rd century have become extinct copies.

It turns out that it actually exists in this game.

So this guy regards Wudang Mountain as a holy place for cultivating Taoism, and he is not a real player at all.

And his initial goal.

It is to become a cultivator, Zhang Sanfeng's closed disciple!
……

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(End of this chapter)