In a large courtyard, twenty or thirty children stood scattered. Everyone was of the same age, the older one was only seven or eight years old, and the younger one was only four or five years old.

However, people dress differently. Some wear green sermon robes and look like little Taoist children, just like Gao Qiang, which is probably seven or eight children.

Some of them are wearing green robes, but the texture is obviously much better, with thin-soled fast boots and a much taller body than Taoist children. There are four or five such children, gathered together, arrogant and arrogant.

The remaining five or six were covered with linen clothes, wearing straw sandals, with red faces and thick arms. They were obviously the children of peasants. They were innocent children of poor peasants at the foot of Wudang Mountain and were chosen to go up the mountain to be lay disciples in Wudang.

Gao Qiang's eyes turned around and realized that those guys with good quality clothes and good shoes were the children of those martial arts families? Or they were even rich businessmen, and those who looked at their dresses would not look like poor families.

This probably conforms to the law in his heart that he is poor and learns literature and martial arts. Gao Qiang has long believed that these five or six children will definitely be selected.

Since those poor children can come here, they must be very good at martial arts. Otherwise, if there are so many poor people in the world, wouldn’t it be a waste of time and manpower to choose some of them?

More than thirty children were also a big show, gathering together and making a mess. Fortunately, the boundaries were clear, and the three groups of people didn't talk much to each other, and occasionally looked at each other with curious eyes.

Gao Qiang and the others were fine, but the rich and poor children looked at each other, and although they could not be said to be hostile, the smell of contempt and despising each other was very strong.

"It seems that there are class conflicts everywhere." Gao Qiang laughed secretly inside his belly. Today he was very excited because he might have learned martial arts in the future. Although it may not be a master of martial arts, he is only five years old now, and some have a future of development. It is better to learn a little first than to learn anything.

Two people walked out of the courtyard.

The first person was the bearded Mo Shenggu. Gao Qiang's eyes shone and almost shouted in his heart: Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, I'm here, hurry up and choose me!

I didn't know that when he let his body go, another person showed up. This guy was slightly fat. He looked about thirty or forty years old and had a few white hair on his ears and temples, a gentle smile on his face, and a more particular silk robe.

If he wanted to change to another place, Gao Qiang really thought that the fat man in front of him was a businessman, but since he appeared in Wudang Mountain, the person who could still be respected by Mo Shenggu was about to emerge, of course, he was Zhang Sanfeng's first disciple, Song Yuanqiao.

Gao Qiang was both excited and disappointed. The excitement was that he could see the legendary Song Hero. In his opinion, the skill of old Song was truly solid. It is certainly not easy to practice to achieve that level by taking into account mundane affairs.

However, he also expressed a little sympathy for the old guy in his heart. According to the development in the book, Song Yuanqiao's only beloved son Song Qingshu killed Mo Shenggu in the end, betrayed his master's sect, and ended up in a miserable fate.

It is not important for him to lose the position of Wudang as the head of Wudang, but the painful thoughts of an old man can naturally be considered when he sees his child falling from a young handsome man.

Gao Qiang was disappointed that judging from this attitude, it was probably the one who presided over the ceremony today. It was not as good as Mo Shenggu. People say that acquaintances are easy to do.

As I thought about it, I saw that Song Yuanqiao was dragging a five or six-year-old child in his hand. The child had two lamb horns on his head, a jade pendant on his neck, a silk-fitting clothes made of silk, and a thin-soled fast boots under his feet. His dress was even more beautiful than the five or six children of aristocratic families in the courtyard.

On the child's pink face, his two dark eyes were dripping around, flexible and cute. Even Gao Qiang couldn't help but want to get close to him when he saw this appearance.

"Could it be that this is the jade-faced Mengchang Song Qingshu who betrayed the master in the future?" Gao Qiang shook his head and wanted to see carefully the future villain.

While looking at Gao Qiang, he shook his head and felt pity: Song Qingshu is also a person with a miserable life. Originally, he was peeking at other girls and secretly in love with Zhou Zhiruo. From his own modern perspective, it was no big deal.

Gao Qiang remembers clearly that there is a high-power telescope in the dormitory of high school classmates. As for the purpose, there is no need to explain in detail. Anyway, there is a girl's building opposite, and there are more. The direction of the telescope aiming is missing for girls' toilets with two bricks - the bricks are ingeniously positioned, and you can see very exciting scenes.

If a girl gets stuck, the big brick will disappear the next day, and whoever does it will understand it in his heart.

Gao Qiang remembered that he even put himself in the telescope and looked at it. Song Qingshu's mistaken thing might have been discovered. He had not escaped yet. He was still caught by his teacher. After he caught it, he regretted not killing Mo Shenggu to silence him. He took the wrong step by step, and fell deeper and deeper. He really made mistakes with one step by step, and he would be ruined in his life.

Song Qingshu is probably under too much pressure. Since he is called Jade Monkong, he is superb and handsome, he has never suffered a great loss and is given high hopes by his elders. In addition, his father Miaohong is a direct leader, and he is almost able to inherit a large state-owned enterprise - Wudang Mountain, which is well-known in the world.

At this time, Zhang Wuji came out, and Song Qingshu suffered a great loss in the dark. He took a heavy move for the girl he had secretly loved, but was attacked by Zhang Wuji using the Great Transfer Magical Art to reversely attack, slapped himself in the face, and everyone lost face.

Later, those serious things happened, and the poor Song Qingshu turned into the hateful Song Qingshu and became a stinky dog ​​shit.

The child looked at Gao Qiang, then smiled sweetly, blinked his eyes, and made a face at Gao Qiang. At this moment, his face was full of innocent and romantic. Where was there any shadow of a murderous demon in the future?

"Okay! I made this face at you! Brother, I can't let you do something wrong!" Gao Qiang made up his mind and blinked at Song Qingshu, which was considered a gift.

Mo Shenggu coughed: "Today, among the twenty-five lay disciples and six Taoist children, we will select people who are suitable for martial arts to practice martial arts. Everyone should stand up! Don't let me be loose!"

He has always been generous and speaks straightforwardly to a group of children. Seeing the group of children in a mess, he couldn't help but frown and get angry.

"Okay! Seventh brother, they are a group of children, don't scare them." Song Yuanqiao and he said angrily.

"Yes, brother." It can be seen that Mo Shenggu respects Song Yuanqiao very much. Thinking about it, these two people are called brothers, but in fact they are masters and apprentices.

Song Yuanqiao laughed and said, "You may be scaring the children, so I'll do it!"

Mo Shenggu laughed awkwardly, but he didn't say anything, and retreated aside embarrassedly.

"Child, come around." Song Yuanqiao said to Gao Qiang with a smile. The hero naturally looked around and listened to all directions. The child winked with Song Yuanqiao's beloved son, and naturally fell into Song Yuanqiao's eyes.

Gao Qiang turned around obediently and felt that Song Yuanqiao's big hands touched his ankles, leg bones, pelvis, lumbar spine, ribs, arm bones and other places, and even put his pulse on him.

Song Yuanqiao shook his head and sighed: "Child, you are not suitable for practicing martial arts."

Gao Qiang stayed in place all of a sudden, just like a sculpture...
Chapter completed!