I advise madmen to be good people

Since I became the hall master of Songhe Hall, I have basically only stayed in Zhengxinju, so I don't have any idea about this position, and I don't know how many disciples I have under my command now.

But I guessed, the situation should not be very optimistic.

After all, I am young and have no qualifications, and I am a real airborne department. I rely on Ming Yixin who doesn't care about anything. How can I fight against other hall masters who have been here for many years? Would not consider joining me.

So when I was ready to face the selection meeting that might only have dozens of people participating, I was taken aback by the huge crowd of people on the training ground.

"Here, are they all here to participate in Songhe Hall's selection?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

Wu Ruowei, the head of the Chixia Hall who came to assist, said with a smile: "Hall Master Song is eclectic, and after the reputation of recruiting talented people spread, many people came here admiringly, wanting to fight for a chance to stand out. Not only the disciples in the sect, but also many young martial arts practitioners who have started their skills outside have all been recruited. I think this selection meeting must be brilliant and full of talents. Here, I would like to congratulate Hall Master Song first. "

Is that so?

I was surprised for a moment, as if I understood a little bit.

Now other halls are more powerful and powerful than Songhe Hall, but if they want to get ahead, they have to work hard on their qualifications and connections to climb up step by step.

It’s different here. With my example of reaching the sky in one step as a signboard, it makes people feel that success seems to be within easy reach. If you don’t rely on qualifications or connections, it’s like buying a lottery ticket. Maybe you will be the next winner?If you don't come to gamble, you will be a ghost.

"The disciple has met Hall Master Song!"

When everyone in the martial arts training ground saw me take my seat, they hurriedly bowed and saluted, their voices were deafening and resounded through the sky, as if the harder they shouted, the more they would attract my attention.

But in fact, looking down from the angle I was standing at, I could only see a black top of my head, and I couldn't see who was who at all.

So in ancient times, in this situation, what should I say?

You can't say that you are flat, right?

It's a pity that Ming Yixin didn't seem to pay attention to the people who saluted him before, and I couldn't learn even if I wanted to.

"That, invite everyone, there is no need to be polite."

I held back for a while, and decided to follow the safest routine, the fewer words, the less likely to make mistakes.

"The selection can begin."

The people below were stunned for a moment, straightened up and looked at each other in dismay, it was probably rare to see a boss who didn't make a big deal, and he was not used to it.

Wu Ruowei was old in the end, so he could hold his breath, there was no surprise on his face, he still smiled amiably, and nodded to the several stewards who were in charge of the selection meeting.

"let's start."

"Yes!"

It turns out that the martial arts selection of this Jianghu sect is not much different from the future draft competitions.

The first is the audition, where 1000 people will compete in groups, and [-] winners will be selected. Half will be eliminated in the preliminary election, and then half will be eliminated in the semi-finals. The remaining one hundred people will go to the finals. Personally reward them, take up positions such as stewards in the hall, and select outstanding inner disciples according to their rankings.

Of course, the schedule here is much shorter than the draft, and it will end in about three or four days.

I sat on the main seat on the high platform, with a shaded canopy above my head, delicate and delicious snacks and cold drinks in front of me, and a beautiful maid beside me holding a fan to fan the wind. This treatment is much better than that of VVVIP in modern performances.

While watching the competition, I flipped through the thick list of contestants, and suddenly found a problem.

What about Liu Zhixin?

I remember that when we met last time, he vowed to participate in this selection, and he seemed to have high expectations for it, so there was no reason for him to back down.

Is it sick?Or something unexpected?

After all, he is the only friend of the original body in this sect. If I really encounter difficulties, I don't care if I don't help.

"it is good!"

As I was thinking about it, I suddenly heard Wu Ruowei and others who were watching the ceremony clapping and applauding, as if I had seen some wonderful scene.

Looking up, I saw a young man about [-] or [-] years old in the middle of the martial arts field. Focus.

"Assigned."

After winning the first place in the group without any suspense, he was neither arrogant nor impetuous, and bowed to his opponents in a very modest manner, showing his unique calm demeanor even more with his gestures.

"Okay, okay." After Wu Ruowei finished her compliment, she turned her head to look at me again, and said with a smile, "What do Hall Master Song think of this person?"

I nodded kindly.

"Excellent indeed."

With this appearance, this temperament, and this figure, in modern TV dramas, he is a proper male protagonist of Xianxia drama, the kind who is very popular.

The person in the field seemed to have heard the movement here, suddenly raised his head, and looked in my direction.

His eyes are very strange.

Although he was smiling, he was not as polite and humble as before. Instead, he raised his eyes and looked charming, like a vixen who wanted to seduce me.

My heart throbbed for no reason, and the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. This feeling was not because I was really tempted, but...fear?

Why am I afraid of a stranger I've never met?

I found that I couldn't control my heart palpitations and hand tremors at all, that is to say, it was an instinctive reaction of my body.

Could it be that this person has something to do with the original Song Zishan?

"Master Song, what's wrong with you?" Wu Ruowei noticed my abnormality and asked with concern.

I made up my mind, and when I looked at that person again, he had disappeared, as if everything just now was just my illusion.

Could it be that my eyes are really blurry?

"Hallmaster Song's complexion is not good, but are you tired?" Wu Ruowei said with a worried look on his face, "Why don't we take a rest first."

It's good to take a break, I'm in this state, it's not suitable to sit here any longer.

When we got to the inner hall at the back of the martial arts field, for some reason, I was the only one who was empty, and there were no servants to serve me. My heartbeat became more and more violent, and cold sweat began to break out on my forehead. Little by little, the weak ones could hardly stand up.

Not right, so wrong.

Even if he was frightened, he wouldn't feel so uncomfortable. Even his eyes began to blur, and he couldn't see clearly. This symptom was clearly poisoned.

I thought of the snacks I ate just now, and I felt bad.

It's over, I've been recruited.

It was too late to regret at this moment, and I didn't have time to guess who wanted to kill me. I gritted my teeth, sat down cross-legged while my mind was still clear, closed my eyes and used my internal strength, trying to force the poison out.

But at this time, in the empty inner hall, there was a sudden sound of unhurried footsteps, from far to near, came behind me and stopped.

"Who?!"

As soon as my question came out, I was hit by a hand knife on the back of my neck, and I fell forward, unconsciously and unconsciously passed out.