Volume 4: Sword Traces Is Unknown Chapter 3: Xiping Prefecture (Part 2)

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Lunch time has passed. Dinner time has not arrived. There are not many guests in the tavern. In addition to the accident at the window, there are also a few idle men eating peanuts and chatting around.

"Here you." The waiter who was sitting on an empty table and was sleeping awake, and quickly wiped the saliva from his mouth, walked over quickly with a slight smile, nodded and bowed, "Customer, what are you asking?"

More than a dozen copper coins fell into the palm of the waiter's hand with a pleasant collision sound.

After weighing the portion, a hint of surprise flashed in the waiter's eyes. As soon as he bought it, he knew that this was the most widely circulated standard money. These dozen copper coins were worth half a day of his income. It could be regarded as a small unexpected fortune.

The smile on his face became even more flattering, "My master, what's wrong? Just give me instructions."

"Brother." Zhuang Yi had a gentle smile on his face, "I want to ask, there are so many people gathered there, what are they doing?"

"Oh, what I'm talking about is the small building in Xiyuan?" The waiter looked in the direction he pointed and smiled, "I must have just come to Xiping Mansion. That is the small building in Xiyuan recruiting disciples. The small building in Xiyuan has been prosperous over the years..."

The waiter obviously knew a lot about Xiyuan Xiaozhu, so he started talking nonstop. Zhuang Yi listened quietly, and couldn't help but ask one or two questions so that he wouldn't say he was off topic.

An afternoon passed in a flash.

The number of people in the tavern gradually increased, and the waiter also began to be busy. Zhuang Yi gained a lot. Before leaving, he threw a few copper coins to the waiter. He asked him to bow and thank him.

After walking out of the tavern gate, I saw that it was getting late, so I wanted to find an inn to stay in.

In front of the gate of the small building in Xiyuan opposite, the crowd had dispersed. Only an empty gate was left.

I found several inns along the way, all of which were full. Zhuang Yi frowned. I remembered the crowds of people in front of the small building in Xiyuan during the day. I thought there were no rooms in the nearby inns.

I asked one by one, and finally found an empty room in the sixth room and quickly settled in.

In this way, Zhuang Yi wandered around the streets around the Xiyuan Xiaozhu during the day and went back to the inn at night. This was the case for several days.

The fifth day was the last day when Xiaozhu of Xiyuan recruited his disciples. Compared with the previous few days, the number of people was much smaller.

In front of the door, there were five "touchstones" up to two meters high. Next to it, there were more than a dozen tables, and several people were queuing up there in front of each table.

From time to time, people shuttle between the table and the "touchstone".

On the outside, there were people in groups of three or three, watching there.

When Zhuang Yi came here, it was almost noon. He already knew the process from the waiter. First, he had to register at a row of tables and get a sign. Then he lined up in front of the "Touchstone" to conduct a test.

After passing this test, he is still a preparatory disciple. If you want to become a formal disciple, you have to go through other tests.

After meditating on the fabricated information, Zhuang Yi walked to a table.

A young man, about twenty-four or twenty-five, looked up from behind the table and looked at Zhuang Yi. He asked in a formulaic voice, "Name, age, origin."

"My name is Yizhuang. I am nineteen years old this year and I am from Shanzhou." Zhuang Yi replied one by one.

Although he is only over thirteen years old this year, he is developing very well. In addition, he already has an adult soul and looks very mature. So the young man did not doubt it, but continued to ask, "Why do you want to join the Xiyuan Xiaozhu?"

"Uh, because... because I ran out of money."

Zhuang Yi's voice was very small, but the young man could hear it clearly. He paused the pen in his hand and couldn't help but look up at Zhuang Yi, who was somewhat embarrassed, and a smile finally appeared on his stiff face.

"You are honest." After the young man finished speaking, he picked up his pen and wrote, "He is devoted to seeking martial arts and admires this sect."

Zhuang Yi couldn't help but feel a little fond of the young man in front of him. The reason why he said this was to leave them the impression of an honest and dedicated person. Unexpectedly, when he met a kind-hearted person, he would "touch" him.

After asking a few more questions, the young man gave him a white wooden sign and asked him to queue up in front of the first "touchstone".

After Zhuang Yi walked to the team as he spoke, there were three people in front of him, all of whom were young men in their twenties. The three of them had three points of nervousness and seven points of excitement on their faces.

The first person suddenly turned around dejectedly. Zhuang Yi looked over and saw a faint red layer on the white "touchstone".

"Low-grade martial artist." Zhuang Yi shook his head in his heart. He had already found out that the minimum standard for recruiting disciples in Xiaozhu, Xiyuan, must be under fourteen years old, medium-grade martial artists must be under eighteen years old, and high-grade martial artists must be under twenty-five years old. If they are over twenty-five years old, they will not be accepted.

The "Touchstone" will produce four colors: red represents martial artists, orange represents warriors, blue represents warriors, and purple represents innate.

The second person is Rose Hong. He has the strength of a middle-grade martial artist, but unfortunately, he is still over the age and has to leave sadly.

The third person was a little deeper than the rose red, but it was a little bit far from the red red. Obviously, he had already stepped into the top martial artist with one foot.

The young man stood there nervously, waiting for the verdict to be pronounced.

The person in charge of the record was a man in his thirties, and he was a little confused. So he called someone and asked him to ask for instructions inside.

After a while, the person who went in to ask for instructions came out and whispered a few times in the man in charge of the record. The man nodded and announced, "Qualified."

The young man was ecstatic and kept saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

The man in charge of the record waved his hand and one person came up and took the young man away.

It was Zhuang Yi's turn, and he handed over the white wooden sign in his hand.

He put away the wooden sign, looked down and looked at Zhuang Yi a few times, "Yi Zhuang?"

"It's my junior." Zhuang Yi replied shyly.

"Let's start." The man withdrew his gaze and said casually. He has been here for half a month, and hundreds of people have tested in front of him every day, and he has already developed some vision.

The boy in front of him was dressed simply, obviously from an ordinary background. His temperament was too young, his behavior was very restrained, he obviously had never seen the world, and he was not confident enough. He was most likely not very good at strength.

Zhuang Yi rubbed his hands, and a little nervousness appeared on his face. He slowly put his hands on the smooth part on the "touchstone".

A ripples that are hard to see in the naked eye rose and fell a little. The white "touchstone" slowly became stained with redness, and the redness quickly expanded, becoming deeper and deeper, turning into rose red.

The man in charge of the test disappeared carelessly. He looked at Zhuang Yi, who was sweating on his forehead and thought to himself, "I can't tell that this man is stupid, but he still has some strength."

On the "Touchstone", the color is still darkening and turns completely red, and it stops slowly.

"The peak of the top martial artist?" The man was slightly surprised, his body couldn't help but sit up straight, and a touch of solemnity appeared on his face.

Zhuang Yi, who was already sweating, had a twitch on his cheeks slightly, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out. A small vortex appeared on the "touchstone". The vermilion color began to fade away, and a very thin light yellow appeared faintly.

"A low-level warrior is actually at the level of a warrior?" The man was shocked and looked at the Zhuang Yi, whose face turned red, and was a little incredible.

Seeing that the yellow color was about to take shape, it suddenly collapsed and annihilated, and the "touchstone" turned white again.

With a "bang", Zhuang Yi could no longer hold on. He sat down on the ground, panting heavily, and his face was a little pale.

"It's a pity that the realm is not very stable." A trace of regret flashed in the man's heart, but then he became excited again. He could recruit a warrior under the age of 20 and his achievements would add a lot of money.

So he smiled and helped Zhuang Yi up with his own hands, showing a kind smile on his face, "Brother Yi, be careful."

"Thank you, senior." Zhuang Yi patted the soil behind him and smiled honestly. He was like a simple boy who had just left the mountains.

"What do you say about seniors? My name is Wang Yushan. Just call me Brother Wang." The man's carelessness had long been thrown to where he threw it. Now his face was full of friendship and enthusiasm.

"Brother Wang." Zhuang Yi was so kind and shouted.

But I felt a little nervous. Ordinary people feel more or less uncomfortable when they meet fellow students with high qualifications. But Wang Yushan in front of me not only did not have any grudges, but was happy from the bottom of my heart. Could it be that he is broad-minded or confident? Or is his acting skills so realistic that he can't even see it?

He asked anxiously without any expression on his face, "I, have I passed?"

"Haha..." Wang Yushan smiled, "Brother, you have passed. Come on, I'll lead you in."

Next to the other four "touchstones", there were also four men in their thirties sitting. Their eyes were filled with jealousy.

Zhuang Yi felt a little surprised. Most of the West Garden Xiaozhu had regulations. When recruiting disciples with outstanding talents, they would receive rewards. And depending on the situation, this reward is not an ordinary reward.

"No wonder the small building in Xiyuan has risen in just a few decades. It really has some means." Zhuang Yixin said, quite satisfied with his decision to enter here to practice.

It is an extremely important thing to choose which sect to join. As the saying goes, men are afraid of entering the wrong sect and joining the sect is a major event that affects their lifelong life. Naturally, they must be very cautious.

Although, for Zhuang Yi, he just wanted to find a sect to be a place to live for the time being, at least he had to choose a sect with a better style.

Zhuang Yi has not wandered around these days, but has inquired about the reputation of Xiyuan Xiaozhu. The result has made him quite satisfied. It seems that Xiyuan Xiaozhu's style is quite decent.

So, today he came to take the test. He raised his age by five years because of low-key considerations. A low-grade warrior who is less than fourteen years old will be afraid of a huge shock.

With his current strength, it is not suitable to show off such a limelight.

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