The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, Becomes a Disciple of Yue Buqun

"Don't worry, we're leaving!"

After saying goodbye to a few people, Jiang Ning did not continue practicing martial arts or sword skills, but went out for a walk.

But not long after he walked out of the house, a bell sounded in the distance. Jiang Ning looked up and found that it was Maodou who came back.

When Jiang Ning met Maodou two years ago, it was only one year old. Now two years have passed, and its appearance has not changed much, except that its hair has become more shiny. It looks a lot fatter, and its belly bounces when it runs.

Maodou was very happy to see Jiang Ning. He ran over and rubbed his head against Jiang Ning. Jiang Ning's clean clothes were covered with mud.

It often goes out into the wild and is hard to find. Every time it comes back it is extremely dirty. Jiang Ning used to clean it at first, but later he became too lazy to take care of it.

Looking at the mud on his clothes, Jiang Ning looked a little helpless and patted its head gently.

"I haven't seen you for so long, I thought you were caught and stewed."

"If you really get cooked by someone, remember to tell me in advance so I can prepare my own dishes and chopsticks."

I don’t know if he understood what Jiang Ning said, but Maodou, who was grinning with his big buck teeth, had a sullen face and shook his head to prevent Jiang Ning from touching him.

Jiang Ning laughed: "You are still angry. You rubbed mud all over my body, but I am not angry."

Maodou grunted twice.

Jiang Ning looked at its fat body and couldn't help shaking his head. He patted its belly, which caused ripples.

"You've lost weight, Maodou. I'm going to take you down the mountain soon, and you can't be this fat."

If you look at Edamame from a distance, it looks like a spirit pig.

It seemed that Maodou came back this time just to visit the lonely old man, and then ran away huffing.

Jiang Ning shook his head, then went into the house to change his clothes, and then went out to play.

the next day.

After saying goodbye to Yue Buqun, Jiang Ning, Linghu Chong, Feng Buping and Cheng Buyou went down the mountain.

"Uncle Master Feng, Uncle Master Cheng."

On the way, Jiang Ning brought up the topic.

Feng Buping was stunned.

"What happened to Master Cong a few days ago..."

Feng Buping interrupted Jiang Ning and shook his head, "It's not your fault."

In fact, he no longer had any thoughts about Jiang Ning.

Cheng Buyou didn't say anything either.

Jiang Ning nodded and said nothing more.

"How many years have you been practicing martial arts?"

At this time, Cheng Buyou suddenly spoke.

Jiang Ning was a little surprised why Cheng Buyu asked this question, but he still answered: "My nephew has been practicing martial arts with Master since he was seven years old, and it has been ten years so far."

Jiang Ning is now seventeen years old and will be eighteen in a few months, so it’s almost ten years.

Even though he already knew Jiang Ning's real age, Feng Buping still couldn't help but be shocked when he heard this answer.

This kind of talent did not exist even in the Huashan Sect back then.

He has only practiced martial arts for ten years, but he has already surpassed many first-rate masters. If he is given another ten years, wouldn't he be able to soar to the top?

No wonder Yue Buqun had that expression when he talked about Jiang Ning’s age.

With such disciples, as long as the Huashan Sect develops steadily and is not swallowed up by the Songshan Sect, the Huashan Sect will prosper for at least three generations.

When he thought of this possibility, Feng Buping felt even more motivated.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Buyou just nodded thoughtfully without saying anything. After a moment, he looked at Linghu Chong again.

"You have a good talent for sword training."

Cheng Buyou said this to Linghu Chong.

"what?"

Linghu Chong was feeling a bit bored, but he didn't expect Cheng Buyou to suddenly speak to him.

Cheng Buyu continued, "I have seen you practice sword skills before. You are very smart and have a strong understanding. You will achieve great things in the future."

"Forehead……"

Although he didn't know why Cheng Buyou suddenly said that, Linghu Chong still scratched his head and smiled happily, "Thank you for the compliment, Uncle Master."

"But you're lazy."

Cheng Buyou suddenly said again.

"Forehead?"

Linghu Chong's expression froze.

Lazy?

He is extremely hardworking now, okay?

Linghu Chong said gloomily, "I'm already trying my best."

He did try very hard, but Cheng Buyou had also seen Jiang Ning practicing martial arts. Compared with Jiang Ning, the martial arts fanatic, Linghu Chong actually had time to stay with Yue Lingshan. In Cheng Buyou's opinion, he was indeed lazy.

Cheng Buyou was shorter, but his expression was very serious: "It's not enough, you must practice hard."

"Being smart is not a privilege, it is a talent. You have a high talent for swordsmanship, so don't waste it. You must work hard to become better and protect the Huashan Sect."

Cheng Buyou has a very straightforward character, even more straightforward than Feng Buping. He won't bend and is stubborn.

After Yue Buqun placed the tablets of the Sword Sect's predecessors and his father in the back hall, he no longer had any opinion about Yue Buqun. All he was thinking about now was how to make the Huashan Sect stronger. Linghu Chong was very talented and it would be a pity to waste his talent.

Hearing Cheng Buyou say this, Linghu Chong knew that he was doing this for his own good, so he nodded and said, "Uncle Master, rest assured. I will work hard."

Chapter 120: Pingliang Prefecture

After going down the mountain, the four of them headed to the city they wanted to go to.

Pingliang Prefecture is the farthest from Huashan among the four prefectures, and Jiangning will arrive a few days later than the others.

Unlike the prosperous Xi'an Prefecture, Pingliang Prefecture seems inferior, even inferior to Hanzhong. Of course, it is still a prefecture after all, so it must not be too bad. It just has a smaller population than the other three prefectures.

Pingliang Prefecture is far away from Huashan, and Yue Buqun seldom comes here normally, except for the time he came here last year when the Huashan Sect was sweeping out bandits in Shaanxi, and he seldom came here afterwards.

When the local prefect learned that the Huashan Sect wanted to recruit disciples here, he was very enthusiastic and specially approved a piece of land for the Huashan Sect to use free of charge.

Although Pingliang Prefecture had a relatively small population and was not as prosperous as Xi'an, bandits were rampant here and public security was poor, causing headaches for the local prefect.

Last time, the Huashan Sect cleared out the bandits here and brought the local security to a higher level, which made the prefect very happy. These bandits were all stepping stones for his progress.

So after knowing about the Huashan Sect, the Pingliang prefect was very cooperative and even hoped that the Huashan Sect would keep a base in Pingliang Prefecture, but was temporarily rejected by the Huashan Sect.

The Huashan Sect does not have such strength now as there are too few disciples. If a garrison is established in every place, Huashan would be deserted, with only Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze being the two empty-nest old men left.

Jiang Ning already knew the location in Pingliang Prefecture where the Huashan Sect was recruiting disciples. When he arrived at the destination, he saw Lin Pingzhi and others busying around.

The location is in the center of Pingliang Prefecture, there is an open space. On this open space is a large flag with the outline of Mount Hua embroidered on it. Some people have gathered at the edge of the open space, looking at this place curiously.

Several officers were maintaining order.

"Brother!"

Lin Pingzhi, who was busy, saw Jiang Ning in the crowd and shouted in surprise.

Jiang Ning walked through the crowd to the center of the open space and nodded to Lin Pingzhi. He then looked at Liang Fa and the others and said, "Brothers, how are your preparations going?"

Liang Fa smiled and said, "It's ready. We can start today."

Before going down the mountain, they agreed on a time with Jiang Ning. Today was the official time to recruit disciples, and Jiang Ning just happened to make it.

"it is good."

Jiang Ning nodded: "Let's get started."

Jiang Ning then sat on the only chair present and signaled that they could begin.

Lin Pingzhi nodded, turned around and nodded to one of the officers. The officer understood, coughed loudly, and said in a clear voice: "Huashan Sect is recruiting disciples today. Those who want to join Huashan Sect can sign up now."

Before this, the news that Huashan Sect was going to recruit disciples had already spread. Some people had been waiting here for many days. When they heard that it had finally started, they swarmed up.

"Don't push, don't push."

Several officers were submerged in the crowd. One of them popped his head out of the crowd and shouted, but the next second he found himself flying, with his feet off the ground and being carried by the crowd.

The scene suddenly became chaotic.

After a while.

"Name."

"God damn."

"Big name."

"Li Goudan."

"age."

"Six years old."

Lin Pingzhi sat at the table, holding a pen in his hand, burying his head and writing something, asking as he wrote.

At this time, Lin Pingzhi's hair was a mess, as if someone had pulled it, his clothes were torn apart, and half of his sleeves were flying away, revealing his fair skin.

"Where do you live? What does your family do?"

A chubby child stood in front of the table, and next to him was a peasant woman.

The peasant woman quickly replied, "My family lives in Lijiagou and we farm. His father is Li Fugui and my name is Yang Cuilan. Last year, his father broke his leg while working in the city and has been lying in bed ever since. I have been supporting him by farming. I have five children and he is the youngest."

"Lijiagou..."

After Lin Pingzhi wrote down the place name and his name, he put away his pen, raised his head and said to her, "Okay, you go back first. Huashan Sect will come to your Lijiagou to check later."

Yang Cuilan nodded when she heard this and left with her son.