Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Chapter 41 Lu Linglong Fan Club
Under One Person, Mount Longhu.

Although I was prepared, it was still hard to accept when I saw this scene with my own eyes.

After buying the ticket and entering the gate of Longhu Mountain, Russell couldn't help rubbing his forehead as he looked at the street that ran straight through China and the West, which had been commercialized by modern harmonious society.

The streets are bustling with people, filled with all kinds of goods, and the air is filled with the smell of money, which is far from the imagined harmonious atmosphere of Taoist coexistence between man and nature.

Of course, it's not just Longhu Mountain. He has also traveled to many places over the years, including Wudang Mountain, Shaolin Temple, and any famous mountain or river you can name.

The Taoist ancestral temple and the Buddhist holy land are all nothing in front of the Tourism Bureau.

The end of the commercial street is the entrance to the back mountain. Unlike the modern urban style of the front mountain, the back mountain is completely a dirt mountain road, bumpy and mostly overgrown with weeds, dead trees and old vines, with tangled roots.

When we reached the top of the mountain, we saw two vertical cliffs, with an almost bottomless valley in the middle of the cliffs, and only a few independent ropes connecting the two places.

Normally, the back mountain is not open to the public unless invited.

"It's over, it's over, is there anyone else who wants to sign up?"

In front of the cliff, at a stall surrounded by a crowd, a Taoist priest wearing black round sunglasses was shouting while holding stacks of documents in his hands.

His voice was not very loud, but in such a noisy environment, Russell, who was dozens of meters away, could hear it carefully, which shows how profound his life cultivation was.

"Master! This! Me!" Russell raised his hand and shook it, and the onlookers quickly made way for him to pass.

Today is the last day to register for the Luotian Grand Ceremony. The mountain is basically filled with strange people from all over the place who have come to join in the fun. They are all looking at the guy who has come to register at the checkpoint with curiosity.

"Okay, scan this code and fill out the form." The Taoist priest pointed to the QR code on the stall sign beside him and said.

Russell quickly took out his mobile phone and scanned the QR code with WeChat. The Longhu Mountain WeChat applet automatically popped up. After following it, the registration and login interface for Luotian Dajiao appeared at the bottom of the applet.

[Name: Russell]

【Sex: Male】

【ID card copy:】

"Why does the Luotian Dajiao require a copy of the ID card?" Russell asked in confusion.

"Nonsense, otherwise I would know how old you are." The Taoist said unhappily.

Although the Luotian Grand Ceremony is open to all the extraordinary people, the age requirement is under 35 years old. Otherwise, there is no guarantee that some old guys without martial ethics will not come out to fight with the young people.

Perhaps because he'd explained so much these days, the Taoist priest skillfully pulled out his credentials from the National Tourism Administration and the Cultural Management Committee and slammed them on the table. "Don't worry, this is a legitimate event, officially registered and endorsed. Your identity won't be leaked."

"Then why are the sect and technique optional?" Russell nodded, not caring, and continued to complete the form.

"Well, isn't this because we're considering some talented young men who want to use the Luotian Grand Ceremony to make their own sect famous? If you have any ideas, just mark them in the notes. We'll give you a close-up when you go on stage later."

"close up?"

"It's just to broadcast your sect's background, the characteristics of your skills, future prospects, core values ​​and so on. Don't worry, it's free." The Taoist introduced with a smile.

“That’s quite humane…”

"That is required."

Russell was silent for a second, and decisively gave up the last bit of hope in his heart for Longhu Mountain.

After paying the registration fee, Russell's registration process was complete. Once the Tianshi Mansion completed the review and approval process, he would officially become a participant in the Luotian Dajiao. "Here, take this." Before leaving, the Taoist priest handed Russell a cloth bag.

Russell curiously opened the cloth bag and found that in addition to the "Longhu Mountain Travel Guide" and "Luotian Dajiao Participant Participation Instructions", there was also an accommodation certificate for the Longhu Mountain dormitory during the competition period and nine meal replacement coupons for the Longhu Mountain cafeteria.

It really covers everything...

Russell shook his head. If all the scenic spots in China were as thoughtful as Longhu Mountain, the tourism industry would definitely take off.

"Friend, would you like to join Lu Linglong's online fan club and become a glorious flower protector?" Just as Russell was flipping through the travel guide and thinking about where to go for a stroll in the afternoon, a fat man eating a chicken leg walked over.

He had a simple smile on his face, and on his clothes were embroidered fourteen large artistic characters: "President of the Fan Club of Ice and Snow Goddess Lu Linglong."

The person who came was Lu Linglong's chief bootlicker and fanatical pursuer, Canglong.

"If you want to join, I have detailed information about the participants of this Luotian Grand Ceremony." Canglong turned his back and pointed at the QR code behind him to tempt him.

"Joining is free?" Russell glanced at Canglong and thought that it would be nice to get some information for free. He came here specifically for the Tongtian Talisman, so naturally the more chances of winning he could get, the better.

Of course, he was not doing it for himself, but for Russell in the Dafeng world and the Nuanxue world.

No matter what happens, his life will not be in danger, but if the two worlds cannot develop in the later stage, it will be fatal. The most important thing is that they only have about two years of development period left.

As a member of the Russell family, Russell feels that he also needs to contribute a little bit of his strength.

"Join and get a 20% discount." Canglong shook his head.

Russell was dumbfounded and said, "No, so your goddess is worth 20% off here?"

Canglong said a little embarrassedly: "Running a fan club also requires financial support, but don't worry, I, Canglong, will guarantee the authenticity of the information. If it's false, I will compensate you tenfold."

"Okay, then I'll join." After much consideration, Russell agreed.

It’s still the same process as before, scanning the code, filling out the form...

"Welcome, Brother Russell, to become the 135th member of the Ice and Snow Goddess Lu Linglong Fan Club!"

As soon as the application form was uploaded, Zanglong's application was approved within seconds. The two younger brothers following him got two firework tubes from somewhere. Amid the popping sounds, Zanglong led the applause with tears in his eyes.

Feng Xingtong: "Oh, there's a new member joining. Fatty, you're really good. You must have pooped about 70 or 80 times in the past few days."

Canglong: "That's because everyone loves us Linglong."

Canglong: "Brother Russell, the one speaking is the young master of the Tianxia Association, one of the favorites to win the Luotian Grand Ceremony this time, Feng Xingtong."

Feng Xingtong: "Don't flatter me, you fat guy. I'm just here to make up the numbers. Don't believe me, Brother Luo!"

Russell: "..."

After handing over the information, Canglong solemnly instructed Luo Su before leaving, "Remember to clock in and log in every day. This time during the Luotian Grand Ceremony, we must ensure that the daily activity of the fan club exceeds that of Zhang Lingyu's fan club."

"Excuse me for asking, how many fans does Lingyu Zhenren have?" Russell became interested. It was his first time chasing stars.

"One thousand and three."

Russell: “How much?”

(End of this chapter)