My younger brother is a tree demon

As the chief disciple of Hanshanmen, Jiang Fengqiao was very busy today.

This day is a good day for Hanshan Sect to recruit new disciples.A lot of people gathered under the mountain gate, it was very lively.

"Brother, a batch of new candidate disciples has arrived, I don't know—"

"Go east four games."

"Eldest brother, the disciples of the West Fourth Field have already issued name tags."

"Take it to the hall."

"Yes."

"Big Brother..."

very busy.

Jiang Fengqiao was very busy.

He was standing in the corner of the palace gate, but he was the coordinator of the activity of recruiting disciples this time.

Neither fast nor slow, the speed of speech is gentle, and it can be seen that the expression and demeanor are all calm and calm.

Seeing that the sun was about to set and it was getting late, Jiang Fengqiao counted with his fingers, the bells in the morning and the drums in the evening, and the drums were about to be beat in the evening.

The general election for recruiting disciples every four years is a big event in Kyushu Hanshanmen.In the eyes of others, the Hanshan Gate is reclusive and lofty, and it is a first-class sect in Kyushu, but the monks in the Hanshan Gate don't feel so strongly.

All the glory will only be revealed when the disciples of the Hanshan sect leave the mountain, and they will not feel too much when they stay in the gate at ordinary times.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fengqiao smiled slightly.

"Eldest brother, there are the last batch of people below who need to check their qualifications, but the third senior brother doesn't know where they went—"

"It's not early, so we can't delay the time for the new disciples to start. You go to Mohui, I'll go down and test the qualifications of the new disciples first." Jiang Fengqiao looked gentle and gentle, but he never dragged his feet when he did things. , out of the palace gate.

The deacon disciple who came to report the letter only felt a flash of blue light in front of his eyes, and he could only see the flame at the tail of Jiang Fengqiao's hidden snow sword - man, he has already gone far.

That ray of light swooped down from the fourth and ninth steps of the Hanshan Gate shrouded in twilight.

There were faint voices of people all around, and the smoke from cooking in the distant mundane gradually subsided. The Hengyue Mountain Range stretched for thousands of miles, and when the fog rose, it shrouded the entire Hanshan Gate in a haze.

The mountain is cold and emerald, even if it is covered by the slanting light, it will not reduce its eternal breath.

Hanshan Gate has a history of more than 7000 years and has already been famous in Kyushu.Whenever it was time to recruit new disciples, countless people who wanted to get started came from all directions, making the Hanshan Gate, which had been in the quiet practice for a long time, full of noise.

But this is when Jiang Fengqiao is very happy. He is happy when new disciples come in.

The master has been in seclusion for a long time, and he is in charge of half of the Hanshanmen's affairs.This time, he was also responsible for recruiting new disciples. Now that the third junior brother did not lose the chain, Jiang Fengqiao would automatically take his place and go down to test the qualifications of the new disciples.

Forty-nine steps, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, extending from the top of the mountain nearly a thousand feet high, and stopping on a flat land in front of the mountain.There is also a group of people gathered here, looked after by ordinary disciples in gray clothes.

When Jiang Fengqiao came down, he stood in the front. As soon as the hidden snow sword was retracted under his feet, it was already in his sleeve and disappeared without a trace.

"I have seen the big brother—"

"No need to be too polite, how many people are left?"

"Reporting to senior brother, there are only 18 people."

Jiang Fengqiao nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the people below already understood, and followed the steps just now, pointing up the people one by one, walked to Jiang Fengqiao, and asked Jiang Fengqiao to check their qualifications.

On the journey of cultivating immortality, one pays attention to the root and bone, and also pays attention to the fate of immortality.

Those who have a destiny but no roots cannot become immortals, and those who have roots but no destiny cannot become immortals.

Kyushu is so big that there are only 13 people who have become immortals so far, and they are called "Thirteen Immortals of Kyushu". It can be seen that very few people have succeeded in cultivating immortals.It's just that immortality is an unattainable dream for many people?Countless people have devoted themselves to it, and even if they don't have the technique of longevity, they can still have the power to surpass the heavens and the earth.

Nowadays, those who go up the mountain are those who seek longevity, and those who seek the power of immortals.

Who has roots, who has immortality?

Jiang Fengqiao could only know their roots, but not their fairy fate.

He didn't understand what Xianyuan was.

Putting the index finger and middle finger together, tap the aura into the eyebrows of the subject to be tested, and observe the direction and disappearance of the aura in his meridians. Jiang Fengqiao's movements are very proficient.

But then, he shook his head, smiled at the disappointed child, but comforted him and said, "Your foundation is not bad, but it doesn't match my Hanshanmen journey. Seeing that you have the appearance of a Wenqu star, it's better to go home to study, and it's the same way." .”

Those in the same sect over there couldn't help but smile knowingly, the elder brother is always such a good person.

The child was still young, and he thought he hadn't been chosen, and he felt a little bit dark, but when the gentle man in navy blue robe in front of him said it, he felt that cultivating immortality was not such a big deal, so he laughed again, and let someone from the side Lead down the mountain.

Jiang Fengqiao pointed out the way for a few of them who were not very qualified.

There is a technique of predicting physiognomy in the door, which is the word "Yan Suan".Jiang Fengqiao majored in swords, but the rest of his studies were very mixed and covered a wide range.He is good at everything, although he is not proficient, he has been nicknamed "Brother Encyclopedia" by his disciples.

Now comforting these young children who have not been selected is a casual thing for Jiang Fengqiao, but it is undoubtedly pointed out a bright way for these children.

Only by doing good deeds can we get good results.

The fifth person is finally a match.

A smile appeared on Jiang Fengqiao's lips, and he said, "Go this way, you're pretty good."

This was a dark-skinned boy with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He grinned after hearing this, showing his white teeth, clenched his fists to suppress his excitement, and walked aside following Jiang Fengqiao's instructions.

The people below came up one after another, and Jiang Fengqiao picked three more people out.

The disciple read the last name, "No.18, Qi Huai."

It's the last one. Jiang Fengqiao raised his eyes to look at the sky, and then moved his eyes down. The mountain was already in darkness, and the sun was about to set. In less than half a moment, the evening drum on the mountain was about to sound, and time was running backwards. Just right.

"Qi Huai—"

It was the second time this name appeared in his ears.

Jiang Fengqiao looked away, feeling a little strange, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The disciple was also puzzled, just scanned around, and said, "It seems to be gone."

"Not anymore?"

Jiang Fengqiao was a little stunned, he frowned, and looked around, but there seemed to be no one there, "Maybe I can't wait to leave, the evening drum is about to sound, let's go back—"

"I'm here!"

A shadow suddenly stumbled out from the woods, dressed in dark green clothes, looked like a teenager, but very thin.

Jiang Fengqiao frowned first. Just now, he scanned the surroundings with his spiritual sense, but he didn't notice anyone. Where did this child jump out?

He looked at the young man, and the deacon disciple asked, "Are you Qi Huai?"

"Well, I am."

The boy nodded, his face was pale, his cheeks were thin, but his eyes were extraordinarily large.

When the young man named Qi Huai looked over, Jiang Fengqiao felt as if he saw a piece of emerald. The color of his eyes was very unique.

There was a slight sharpness in his eyes, and then disappeared in an instant——Jiang Fengqiao put away his doubts, and watched Qi Huai slowly walk up to him.

After hesitating for a moment, he curled his lips kindly. Jiang Fengqiao pinched his hand, and then scattered, a little light the size of a grain of rice gathered on his fingertips.

This kid is a little weird.

When his fingers approached Qi Huai, Qi Huai trembled, as if he wanted to back away, but he stopped abruptly for some reason, and stood stiffly in front of Jiang Fengqiao, pursing his lips tightly, like It was terribly frightening.

The warm and dry fingers precisely placed between Qi Huai's eyebrows.

The spiritual energy subsided in an instant, but Qi Huai didn't tremble anymore. He closed his eyes, as if he was enduring some torment.

Jiang Fengqiao couldn't help but think, although he hasn't been tested for many years, but the 17 people before him didn't have such a big reaction, so they couldn't come to this kid and their skills would decline, right?

He didn't notice that he had frowned slightly, but his spiritual consciousness followed the direction of the spiritual power. He was born with surprisingly good bones. After entering his body, the spiritual energy did not decrease but increased slowly - Jiang Fengqiao "Huh " A sound, obviously a little strange.

Withdrawing his fingers, he took a look at the child and asked, "Qi Huai?"

The boy nodded and stared at him eagerly.

Jiang Fengqiao said: "The ones with excellent roots, come here."

Among the 18 people, five qualified, which is quite a lot.

Jiang Fengqiao ordered everyone to take them up the mountain immediately. Time was running out and it was too late. They had to go up before the drums were beaten.It is simply impossible for these young children to step through the fourth and ninth steps in half a quarter of an hour.There are only four deacon disciples here, plus one Jiang Fengqiao, one person is enough.

A deacon disciple called out his magic weapon, smiled, and said: "This time you are the lucky ones, don't be scared for a while, hold on to me."

Most of the deacons' disciples were young and hadn't attended yet, so they liked to make small jokes, so Jiang Fengqiao let them go.

He was just about to say to see who hadn't been brought up yet, let him bring him up, when he heard behind him, the somewhat weird young man Qi Huai fell to the ground with a "gudong".Jiang Fengqiao didn't pay attention, and Qi Huai was already on the ground.

Jiang Fengqiao was taken aback. He went over to help him up and checked his pulse, but he couldn't feel anything. He only felt that the pulse was extremely weird.

This Qi Huai had a strange aura as soon as he came out.

Jiang Fengqiao frowned, remembering how he felt about the child just now, and suspected that he had some strange disease.

Not every sect of cultivating immortals in this world is like the Hanshan Gate, with a bright moon and a clear breeze, but there are many filthy places, but hidden in dark corners that the world can't see.

Sometimes, in order to snatch the disciples with good aptitude, it is not uncommon for sects to fight each other.

Although this Qi Huai was young, his talent was the best that Jiang Fengqiao had seen in his life, and even Shang Baichi, who was the most popular among his sect, was not as good as him.As for Jiang Fengqiao himself, he always felt that he was only of mediocre aptitude, but he started early and was trusted by his master, so he took extra care of him. In addition, he studied hard and practiced hard, so he was no worse than others.

Those with good roots will not fall into their own sects, and these sects will "destroy them if they don't get it".

What happened to Qi Huai, I am afraid that he will ask slowly after going up the mountain.

Looking at him now, his face is pale and his body is cold...

Jiang Fengqiao just pondered for a while, then took out a pill from his sleeve, stuffed it into Qi Huai's mouth, put him on his back, stepped on the Tibetan Snow Sword, and it turned into a stream of light, heading towards the Hancui Hall on the top of the mountain and go.

It's just that on the way, Jiang Fengqiao always had the illusion of being caught by an octopus.He turned his head and saw that Qi Huai's hand was around his neck, but he was still unconscious.The feeling came and went quickly, and it was gone in a flash.Jiang Fengqiao didn't take this matter to heart, but rushed away.

The young man lying behind him opened his eyes at some point, and opened his mouth in a lifeless manner, as if he was about to bite Jiang Fengqiao's neck.

Closing his eyes and pretending to be dead, Qi Huai knew he couldn't move yet.

Jiang Fengqiao didn't know what was going on behind him, so he focused on moving forward with his sword.

At the moment of entering Hancui Palace, the whole world suddenly darkened.

The sky faded, and the mountains and mountains were blurred by darkness.

The sound of evening drums at the Hanshan Gate sounded at the same time.

It was frosty and cold, but the hall was lit with warm candles, and the nineteen new disciples were all here.

——Of course, including those who were still lying on Jiang Fengqiao's back.