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In the morning, Liu Keping brought along a mahogany box and went to the dojo to pay respects to the Daoist Master. They all saw the dojo lined up outside in a long line, looking like they were gifting gifts.

When he saw that True Immortal, it was already late at night. The True Immortal opened the red wooden box, and his eyes shone like lightbulbs as he nodded repeatedly. He couldn't help but think: "Since when did Grandfather get so rich, I don't know where did he get this fake Red Wood Box, seeing how the people from the Danxia Sect are greedy for money yet obviously don't know what it is, it doesn't matter if the Danxia Sect's martial arts are high or not, as long as they don't learn inner strength, I'll just go back home and tell Grandfather and Mother that I am the boss of the Heavenly Valve Army, and don't think that they can do anything to me."

Two days later, a notice was posted at the entrance of the dojo. It actually had Zhu Ci's name inside. The ten students who were to be selected would arrive at the dojo on time tomorrow and head to Danxia Mountain.

Liu Keping couldn't understand Zhu Ci's name, so he could only embrace her happily after passing the information through the nearby entrance. When he returned to the village of C Village, due to the impending departure of his grandson, this young master called for a carriage. When Mrs Liu returned home, she found out that her son was going to train in martial arts in the distance. She was either happy or sad, and even ate with tears in her eyes.

While Mrs Liu was hugging him to sleep, Zhu Ci could feel that Mrs Liu had not slept the whole night, and that tears sometimes fell on her head. Finally, in the morning, Mrs Liu repeatedly warned Zhu Ci that when she arrived at Danxia Mountain, she must listen to her master's words, abide by the rules, don't do any bad things, practice martial arts properly, and so on.

In the carriage, he looked at his mother and Violet, who were getting smaller and smaller. Zhu Chi was still a little sad, when Liu Keping arrived at the dojo, he bought a string of candied fruits for his grandson. Zhu Ci could only eat it helplessly, thinking: If my subordinates know about this, how am I going to command them? Looking left and right, there didn't seem to be anyone he knew.

Finally, when all the children were gathered, the dojo master and the Daoist Immortal finally came out. When Zhu Ci saw that the children were also present, he also felt that it was strange. Could it be that this Daoist Immortal was a person who didn't know his place on the surface, or that he was chosen based on the results of the martial arts and literature exams?

By the time it was time for the children and some of the reassured families to part, it was quite touching, and the grandfather of Judith had chosen to follow the horse and wagon.

A few horse carriages carried a group of young children and martial arts students. Some of them were worried about their parents, so they drove straight past Huizhou City, Longchuan, and other places. They changed boats and went through several ferries, then passed the cities of Wengyuan and Qu Jiang Shao Prefecture, and finally arrived at Danxia Mountains in Renhua County after more than ten days of travel.

It was the first time Zhu Ci had been to the Danxia Mountain, which was known as the "Jinyan". The mountains were surrounded by thousands of cliffs, towering like the sun and the sun, while the sky was overcast with flying eaves. The roof tiles were built around the waist of the cliff, the mountains were surrounded by a circle of rivers and rivers, the mountain forest was made of strange stones, with the Yang Yuan Mountain being the most (like the spear below the man, you might say). The mountain stream was surrounded by numerous "Yin Yuan Stones," which were situated in the middle of hundreds of tigers. The cliffs were covered with dense forest, waterfalls and strange rocks. Precious birds and strange beasts were everywhere, and the scenery was serene and dangerous. It was truly amazing. In the middle of the cliff, there were many houses growing out of the rocks. At the foot of the mountain, there were many villages. The villagers were simple and honest. There were more people living in the village.

The Jinjiang River, which is said to have been produced in the middle of the Yangtze River and is known as Jinjiang River during the Han Dynasty, traverses 34 kilometers from the northeast to the southwest among the Danxia Mountains, turns 32 bends in total, and flows meandering southward into Shaoguan River. Along the river bank, vermilion wall, vermilion and green bamboo cover, farmland, along the scenery as beaded distribution, beautiful to the point of being unique, is a gem of nature. The upper reaches of the river to Yangyuan Mountain, passing the carp Jumping Dragon Gate, Jinyan Great Red Wall, groups of elephants across the river, and so on. Downstream to Wangjiang Pavilion, you can see Golden Tortoise pilgrimage, immortal placed his palm in the palm of his hand, Old Immortal Chang, Big Belly Buddha, and the Immortal Mountain Jade Pavilion all over the scenery of the mountain and the bonsai.

Danxia Mountain was also known as the Love Mountain. Legend has it that a long time ago, there was a young man called Adan. He was diligent, honest, handsome, and elegant. One day, he was seen by a fairy from the heavens who was surnamed Xia. The woman was captivated by Adan's diligence and sincerity, so she decided to marry him. From then on, the two of them loved each other dearly, and the two of them lived a sweet life. When the Jade Emperor found out about this, he immediately sent his Empyrean God to notify the woman that he was returning to the Heaven Palace. However, the woman rejected him. The Jade Emperor was furious and immediately sent out his heavenly soldiers, which caused lightning to flash above the mountain village and thunder to roar. Xiayu did not regret it even if she died, she escaped across the river and immediately became a behemoth on the banks of the Jinjiang River. Adan lost his wife and looked at them from across the river every day, the rain and rain did not stop, the four seasons did not stop until she became a monk hat. From then on, the peak of the mountain looked into each other's eyes. Lovesickness formed rivers, and the sound of flowing water flowed unceasingly for a thousand years. The beautiful scenery of Danxia Mountain made Zhu Ci exclaim the wonders of nature!

In Huizong, North Song Dynasty (1102-1106), Fa Yunju roamed to Danxia Dream Pass, and saw a wonderful cave, the mountain stone was "beautiful as Wudan, brilliant as the sunset", and was suddenly enlightened, "half my life in a dream, today I began to feel the emptiness", the topic of "Dreammind Pass", and in this building, worshipped Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Of course, this Daoist True Immortal didn't live in a monastery. He was a Daoist Priest, and of course he lived in a monastery. The Danxia Mountain Immortal Danxia Temple was located on the east side of the mountain. Legend has it that when Zhang Tianshi traveled south, he lived there. The later generations built a temple here to commemorate Zhang Tianzhi's kindness in bringing down the White Tiger and saving the Azure Dragon. View is the "astronomical observatory" where ancient astronomers observed the stars. Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty built the "Life Prolongation View" in the Ganquan River, and later, the "View" became a natural phenomenon. It is said that the first Taoists who lived in the royal "temple" were the Wang Zhongdu of the Han Dynasty. He was introduced to the "Kunming Monastery" in the palace for his treatment of the stubborn illness of the emperor. From then on, the Taoists were grateful to the emperor for his kindness and called the Taoist architecture a "concept". Taoist temple, as a place of Taoism worship and cultivation, was always quiet, tidy and solemn, which also reflected the exquisite architectural art of China at that time.

The horse carriage stopped at the entrance of the mountain, and the group of people turned left and climbed the stone steps. He climbed all the way up. The road was steep, and with the rain slick on the ground, it was hard to walk. After climbing for half an hour, they arrived at the Nine Dragons Pavilion. Along the way, the Daoist True Immortal led the group up the mountain. Zhu Ci saw that the temple was built on rocks, and it had a unique appearance. Green hills, green trees, huge rock temples, foggy rings, and standing amidst the rain and mist, it seemed as if it was a paradise on earth.

When the gatekeeping Daoist saw that someone was climbing up the mountain, he stepped forward and said to the True Immortal, "I'm really free. What's wrong? The autumn wind has returned."

Daoist Zhen Xian, also known as Daoist Zhen Xian, said, "Go, go, go! What do you mean by beating around the bush? You've never seen me so tired from climbing the mountain, and a bunch of kids are even crying from time to time, annoying me. Go get someone to entertain the people from Cheng Village Martial Arts School, and pour some spring water along the way."

The gatekeeper said, "You're so relaxed. Your kung fu is about the same as mine. When you took me as your master, you were slightly older, so you had the face to call yourself senior."

He ignored him and said to a disciple next to him, "You and this nagging Martial Uncle can stay here for the night. Tomorrow morning, I will have your fellow apprentices send you all out to be benevolent, bring this group of little bastards over! "

"Yes." The disciple responded. He looked at the Daoist and said, "Don't listen to his nonsense. I'm called the Verbal Word. I should be of the same generation as your master." After saying that, he turned around and led his group of dojo disciples, children, and accompanying parents to a small alley on the other side of the road. Daoist Zhen Yan walked while chatting with those dojo disciples, while Zhen Xian patted his butt and climbed up the cliff to the temple. Some of the parents went down the mountain after hearing that there were no more residences, so Liu Koping chattered for a while and also decided to go back down the mountain.

Judging from the words of Zhu Ci and the young man from the dojo, the master of the Meizhou Martial Arts School seemed to be one of the secular disciples. The ones that stayed behind were mostly Dao disciples, and their martial arts were usually higher than those of the secular disciples.

He had no idea what kind of tea it was, but he had seen tea trees before, because Meizhou was full of tea leaves, and the others were full of golden grapefruit trees, and so on, and so on, because Meizhou was full of grapefruit seeds, too.

When Zhu Ci and his entourage arrived at the dormitory, they found that the house was actually made of stone. The house was arranged in four rows, arranged in a row on the mountainside, with the words "A" written in red paint on the wall of the front courtyard. Some kids between five and ten years old were already walking on horses in front of the yard, some of them were already wearing robes, some of them were still wearing the same clothes. When Zhu Ci and his entourage arrived, he threw them to Zhen Yan, who was practicing martial arts, and took them to another house.

Chu Ci and a group of kids were arranged to a room. As soon as Zhu Ci put down her bag, before she could even visit the dorm, she was called out to some teenage priests to train. Zhu Ci followed the appearance of the kids and took a horse stance, occasionally giving some teenage priests a few taps to correct her posture. A few parents who had not left watched on the side and felt sorry for the students. However, when they thought of where they could learn more, they could only borrow customers from the village. They stayed overnight and returned the next day.

It was also the first time that he had shared a room with so many children. After a night of practice and lack of light, he slept sloppily.

It was the first morning in Danxia Mountain. It had rained at night, and the rain had finally stopped.

The droplets of water on the pine tree were crystal clear, quietly falling down from the edge of the leaves. Because there was a wind, it arced beautifully in the air, around the eaves, through the little window, and dripped a few drops on Judith's face. The cold water woke him from his dream. He opened his eyes and tried to call out to his mother, but it was dawn and the children were lying beside him, sound asleep in their dreams.

It was as if he was in a dream, returning to the modern life that he hadn't seen for a long time, and seeing his parents.

When he finished, it was evening, and when he looked around the room he saw that it was an ordinary room on the far side of the hill, with two small windows, one by the side of the bed and one by the door. The room was simple and clean, with only a few wooden tables and chairs and a number of water jugs.

Half of the room was occupied by a large bed. What these kids were lying on right now was a few messy quilts covering everyone. On the wall directly above the bed hung a huge taiji painting. The white ink rotated and the Yin and Yang sucked each other like paper!

From the looks of it, it seemed to be an ordinary guest room of a temporary inn, or perhaps a room for a portion of the disciples' parents.

He bent down to sit up, sat for a while, and smelled the air in the mountain near the window. Compared to the air on the top of the Heavenly Valve Mountain, the air was much stronger, full of spirit energy, and he slowly got out of bed. In order to avoid waking up the children, he made little noise.

The door wasn't actually closed, Judith. He remembered that there had been a bolt on the door last night. There was a faint breeze blowing through the crack in the door. It was cool, but when he opened the door, the bright light from outside immediately shone in, causing him to narrow his eyes. The warm sunlight fell on his body, but the morning mist was hazy, and as the water began to drip, a faint chill came over him.

The gate was still the same small courtyard. At this moment, there were a few pine and cypress trees in the corner with flowers, grass, and a few flowers blooming with all kinds of fragrance. The front porch led out of the courtyard, and there were a few steps connecting the other small rooms in the courtyard with the corridor. The small courtyard was paved with stone, and on the front porch, the steps — a child, with a wooden handrail, holding the forked leg in place — were standing on one leg. His eyes were closed, and he breathed in and out.

Perhaps the sound of the door alerting him, the child opened his eyes and smiled at the visitor. This child was none other than Liu Chengbin, after only one night, he had actually learned how to crush his legs, which made Zhu Ci sigh in self-pity. Back then, he had learned how to spread his legs, but it had taken a lot of time.

In the depths of the mountain stream forest, the faint fragrance of wood and the faint chirping of birds could be heard. The sky was blue, and white clouds drifted about.

After three or four days of this, the number of children in the upper and lower rows of the courtyard had increased, and Judith had never known what the words A, B, C, and D on the walls of the courtyard door meant.

It wasn't until five days later that Jutz kicked up a young Taoist in his sleep and gathered in front of the courtyard. The light was still dim, perhaps five or six o'clock in the morning.