Chapter 3535 Immortal Sect Recruiting Disciples
After settling in Niutun Village, Zhuo Bufan turned into an ordinary person.
In the blink of an eye, winter comes, and mountain villages are covered with white snow. Transparent ice ridges hang from the needle pines, and a layer of snow accumulates on the leaves and grass.
Click... A branch could not bear the weight of the snow. After breaking, the snow fell.
It startled a mountain jump under the tree, spread its legs and jumped deep into the forest, leaving a series of shallow footprints on the snow.
Whoosh!
The sound of breaking wind sounded.
An arrow suddenly shot out and hit Shan Tiao. The strong inertia carried Shan Tiao forward and hit the front seven or eight meters before it stopped. Shan Tiao was too dead to die.
"Haha, Brother Zhuo, you can have an extra meal tonight. In winter, there is no food and vegetables, so you can only go into the mountains to catch some game." A hunter walked out from behind an elm tree, holding a longbow in his hand and wearing a warm jacket. fur coat.
Next to him, there was a middle-aged man, also dressed as a hunter. He said with a smile: "Brother Yang, my sister-in-law is the best at game. I have a good meal today."
This hunter is Zhuo Bufan's neighbor, named Yang Tu, and his wife is Chen Lian. They are an ordinary farmer in the village. They also have a ten-year-old son, Yang Yu. When the couple saw Zhuo Bufan settle down from other places, they always treated him. She takes good care of him and often treats him to drinks and game.
"That's natural. I still have a pot of knives at home. Let's go back and eat." Yang Tu walked over, grabbed the dead mountain jump, pulled out the arrow, pinched a ball of snow and wiped away the blood stains on it. Put it back into the quiver.
The two walked side by side and returned to the village, in front of a mud house.
"Dad, Uncle Zhuo." A tough-headed little guy ran over quickly, "Dad, it's Shantiao. You can eat meat today."
"Well, let your mother take care of it. I'll drink with your Uncle Zhuo." Yang Tu touched his son's head and said with a smile.
In front of the earthen house, there is a thatched pavilion.
The stove was burning with a pot of wine on it. Zhuo Bufan and Yang Tu sat across from each other, warming their frozen palms.
"The snow is very heavy this year. I don't know when it will stop. This bad weather makes it difficult to go hunting in the mountains." Yang Tu sighed.
"Yeah, but after the snow melts, the situation of the banker should be better." Zhuo Bufan picked up a cup of hot wine, took a sip, and said with a smile.
"Don't talk about those disappointing things, come on, brother Zhuo, have a drink." Yang Tu shook his head, forgetting his worries and drinking happily.
For him, having a wife and children, living peacefully in Niutun Village, and relying on his own ability to support his family is a comfortable life.
Chen Lian cooked Shantiao and brought it to the table, along with two bowls of rice, and everyone ate together.
"Dad, I heard from people in the village today that our 'Immortal Martial Sect' hundreds of miles away from the mountains is recruiting disciples. It would be great if our children could be recruited," Chen Lian said.
"The Immortal Sect?" Yang Tu said: "The Immortal Sect is so strict in recruiting disciples. The poor learn literature and the rich practice martial arts. Generally, children from wealthy families practice martial arts from an early age, and they are given various ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum. The foundation is laid solid enough. There is no guarantee that he will be selected, not to mention that our Xiaoyu only learned some crude and crude physical training skills from me."
"I'm just talking about having a sweet dream," Chen Lian said.
After eating, Zhuo Bufan returned to his thatched house not far away.
The most important thing for him to travel around the world is to figure out the swordsmanship on the 'time level', but time is unpredictable and harder to master than space. He had also inquired about information from Jiang Chen before, and even with Jiang Chen's strength, it was impossible for him to let him do it. People are resurrected from within the river of time.
"Uncle Zhuo!" There was a childish voice outside the house.
"Oh, come in, it's Xiaoyu." Zhuo Bufan smiled as he looked at a child in coarse clothes running in outside the house.
Yang Yu likes to listen to Zhuo Bufan tell some stories the most. He sits on the bench and supports his chin with his hands, "Uncle Zhuo, you haven't finished the story you told me last time. You said that the senior brother has always liked the younger junior sister, but the younger brother Junior sister has fallen in love with a new junior junior brother again..."
"Okay, I'll continue to tell you." Zhuo Bufan took out the wine gourd from his waist, removed the stopper, took a sip, and started talking slowly.
Yang Yu listened with rapt attention, his eyes shining.
Zhuo Bufan also looked at Yang Yu, his magic power quietly gathered in his eyes. With his current attainments, he could see Yang Yu's luck, past and future.
After all, Yang Yu is a child, and he lives in a small mountain village with simple folk customs. First, he has no cultivation, and second, his life is uneventful, without too much cause and effect involved. It is easy to wait and see about his past and future.
The past has already happened, but the future is the most confusing, and everything is subject to change.
One thing can cause a butterfly effect, and whoever you meet may also change the outcome. Nothing is certain.
However, Zhuo Bufan discovered that Yang Yu had good spiritual roots and was suitable for practice. If the Immortal Wuzong came to recruit disciples, he might have the opportunity to join the Immortal Cultivation Sect. Once he started practicing, he would not be an ordinary person, and it would be even harder to see the future variables.
Zhuo Bufan looked at Yang Yu's future. It was hazy, covered with a layer of fog, and the secrets were obscured, but he could faintly detect a pink aura of doom, which was likely to be carried in the hands of a woman in the future.
Thirty miles away from Niutun Village, there is a county called Fengting County.
Outside a luxurious mansion, an old man and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl walked out of the mansion. A group of people stood at the door and respected them.
"Thank you, Immortal Master. It is a great blessing for our Liu family that my Xun'er can join the Immortal Wuzong." A middle-aged man in a brocade suit bowed and handed over his hand.
"I still need to find a few disciples, and I will bring them back to the 'Xianwuzong' when the time comes. Except for Mr. Liu, there is no need to send them off." After the old man finished speaking, he made a magic formula, and a white mist gathered under his feet. He flew away with the girl.
"Uncle, our 'Immortal Martial Sect' has already recruited six disciples this time, do you want to continue to recruit disciples?" the girl asked.
"Dong Yao, you know that of the six places, three of them entered our sect through connections. They are not very talented, but their family conditions are good and they have given the sect many resources, so I accepted them. Our 'Immortal Martial Sect' If you want to grow stronger, you need to find some disciples who really have spiritual roots." The old man said.
"Oh, I understand, uncle." The girl nodded obediently.
On this day, the old man and the girl came to Niutun Village. The old man counted his fingers and looked at a house in the village with a bright light in his eyes, and immediately took the girl to fly there.
Seeing the immortal appear, the villagers in the village ran out one after another, and some even started to kneel down and worship.
Yang Tu and Chen Lian were also frightened, and they hurried out of the courtyard to greet them with great respect, "Yang Tu, a common man, has seen these two immortals."
"I am an elder of the Xianwuzong, a scholar. Is your child at home?" the scholar asked.
"Yu'er? You went to my brother's house to listen to a story. I called him." Yang Tu didn't dare to neglect and immediately ran to Zhuo Bufan's house to find Yang Yu.
Hearing that an immortal was coming, Yang Yu was also very excited, and Zhuo Bufan followed them to the small courtyard.