Chapter 3534: Immortal disciples

Chapter 3535 Immortal Sect Accepts Disciple

After he settled in Niutun Village, Zhuo Bufan turned into an ordinary ordinary.

In the blink of an eye, winter comes when the white snow covers the mountain villages and villages. There are rows of transparent ice ridges hanging on the needle pine, and a layer of snow is also accumulated on the leaves and grass.

Kaka...A branch could not bear the weight of the snow, and after it was broken, the snow fell rustlingly.

Alarmed a mountain jump under the tree, spread his legs and slammed into the deep forest, leaving a series of shallow footprints on the snow.

Whoosh!

The sound of breaking wind sounded.

An arrow burst out suddenly, hitting the mountain jump, and the powerful inertia led the mountain jump to continue to impact forward for seven or eight meters, before stopping, the mountain jump could not die again.

"Haha, Brother Zhuo, you can have an extra meal tonight. In winter, there is no food and vegetables, so I can only go into the mountains to get some game." A hunter walked out behind a wooden elm, holding a long bow in his hand and wearing a warm dress. Fur coat.

Next to him, there was a middle-aged man, dressed as a hunter, and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, my sister-in-law is the best at game and I have a good taste today."

This hunter is Zhuo Bufan’s neighbor, named Yang Tu, his wife’s name is Chen Lian, an ordinary farmer in the village, and his 10-year-old son, Yang Yu. The two couples saw Zhuo Bufan settle down from a foreign country, and they treated him all the time. Very caring, usually invite him to drink and eat game.

"That's natural. I still have a pot of burning knives in my house. Go, go back to eat." Yang Tu walked over, grabbed the dead mountain jump, pulled out the arrow, pinched a snowball to clean 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.

"Daddy, Uncle Zhuo." A sturdy little guy rushed over, "Daddy, it's a mountain jump. You can eat meat today."

"Well, let your mother take care of it. I'll accompany you Uncle Zhuo to drink." 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 and there was a pot of wine on it. Zhuo Bufan and Yang Tu sat opposite, baking their frozen palms.

"This year's snow is very heavy, and I don't know when it will stop. It's difficult to go hunting in the mountains in this kind of bad weather." Yang Tu sighed.

"Well, but after the snow melts, the Zhuang family should be better." Zhuo Bufan took a cup of hot wine, took a sip, and said with a smile.

"Don't talk about the disappointing things, come, Brother Zhuo, drink." Yang Tu shook his head, forgetting his troubles, and drinking happily.

For him, having a wife and children, living in Niutun Village, and relying on his own ability to support his family is a comfortable life.

Chen Lian cooked the mountain jump, brought it up, and filled two bowls of rice for everyone to eat together.

"Hey boy, I heard from people in the village today that our ‘Xianwu Sect’ in the mountains of a hundred miles away wants to recruit disciples, if only our children can be recruited.” Chen Lian said.

"Xianpai?" Yang Tu said: "How strict is the recruitment of students for the Xianpai. The poor learn literature and the rich martial arts. Generally, children from large families learn martial arts since childhood, and there are various kinds of ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum for them to take. The foundation is solid enough. Not necessarily selected, let alone our family, Xiaoyu, only learned some crude and crude physical training skills from me."

"I'll just talk about it, just dreaming." Chen Lian said.

After eating, Zhuo Bufan returned to his thatched hut not far away.

He walked the world, the most important thing is to figure out the swordsmanship of the'time level', but time is unpredictable and more difficult to master than space. Before, he also inquired about news like Jiang Chen, even with Jiang Chen's strength, it is impossible to let him People are resurrected from Hanoi for a long time.

"Uncle Zhuo!" There was a childish voice outside the room.

"Oh, come in, it's Xiaoyu." Zhuo Bufan smiled and watched a child in coarse cloth ran into the house.

Yang Yu likes to listen to Zhuo Bufan telling some stories, sitting on a bench with his chin resting on his hands, "Uncle Zhuo, the story you told me last time hasn’t been finished yet. You said that the big brother has always liked the younger sister, but the younger Junior sister fell in love with a new junior junior..."

"Okay, I will continue to tell you." Zhuo Bufan took out the wine gourd around his waist, opened the cork, took a sip, and started speaking slowly.

Yang Yu listened attentively, his eyes shining.

Zhuo Bufan also looked at Yang Yu, and his magic power quietly gathered in his pupils. 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 base, and his second life is calm. Without too much cause and effect, it is easy to wait and see his past and future.

The past has happened, and the future is the most confusing. Everything has variables.

One thing can cause the butterfly effect, and whoever meets it may also change the result. It is difficult to determine everything.

However, Zhuo Bufan found that Yang Yu had a good spiritual root and was suitable for cultivation. If the'Xianwuzong' came to recruit disciples, perhaps he had the opportunity to join the Xiuxian sect.

Zhuo Bufan looked at Yang Yu's future, dimly and concealed by a layer of mist, the secret of heaven was hidden, but faintly found a pink aura of bad luck, which is likely to be carried in the hands of a woman in the future.

In Niutun Village, thirty miles away, there is a county town named ‘Fengting County’.

Outside a luxurious mansion, an old man and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl walked out of the mansion, and a group of people stood at the door respectfully to them.

"Thank you, Master Xun'er, it is our Liu Family's great blessing that Xun'er can worship the'Xian Wu Zong'." The middle-aged man in Yijin suit bowed his hands.

"I'm going to find a few disciples, and I will bring them back to the'Xianwuzong' at that time. Outside member Liu, there is no need to send them." He flew away with the girl.

"Uncle, this time our'Xian Wuzong' has already recruited six disciples, do we still want to recruit disciples?" the girl asked.

"Dong Yao, you know that of these six places, three of them came into my sect through relationships. They are not very talented, but the family conditions are good and given a lot of resources to the sect, I will accept them, our'Xianwu Sect' If you want to grow, you have to find some disciples with real spiritual roots." The old man said.

"Oh, I see, Uncle." The girl nodded obediently.

On that day, the old man and the young girl came to Niutun Village. The old man pinched his fingers and gave a brilliant light in his eyes. He looked at a family in the village and immediately took the young girl to fly over.

Seeing the immortals appeared, the villagers in the village ran out one after another, and some even began to bow down.

Yang Tu and Chen Lian were also shocked, and they hurried out of the courtyard to greet them. They were very respectful, "Caomin Yang Tu, I have seen two immortals."

"I'm the elder of Xianwuzong, a scholar of Wen Tao, are your children at home?" Wen Tao asked.

"Yu'er? When I went to my brother's house to listen to the story, I called him." Yang Tu didn't dare to neglect, and immediately ran to Zhuo Bufan's house to find Yang Yu.

Yang Yu was also very excited when he heard that an immortal was coming, while Zhuo Bufan followed them to the courtyard.