On the official road, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old youth in ragged clothes was slowly walking. His long hair was casually scattered over his shoulders, covering his face.
"I'm so hungry."
The young man suddenly rubbed his growling stomach and couldn't help but feel melancholic.
"I wonder how Xiu is doing in Qingcheng Mountain? It should be very good." The young man thought of his sworn brother who had depended on him since he was young, and his heart warmed at first. Then, he thought of his current situation of not having enough food and could not help but frown."I can only go to the next village to see if I can get some food.”
Just as Long Jun was thinking about how to get food, he suddenly felt dizzy. His vision went black and he fell to the ground.
This youth was called Long Jun. According to his adoptive father, he had found him on the official road beside the village. At that time, Long Jun was just a baby in swaddling clothes. He only had a golden lock with the word 'dragon' engraved on it. Long Jun was too handsome, so he was named Long Jun.
Because his adoptive father did not have any relatives, he had been exceptionally caring for Long Jun since he was young. This also caused Long Jun to not care too much about his background.
However, fate was unpredictable. When Long Jun was seven years old, a plague broke out in the village. Everyone, including Long Jun's adoptive father, died in the plague. Only Long Jun was lucky enough to escape. From then on, Long Jun was forced to leave the village where he grew up and lived a life of vagrancy.
After leaving the village, he met his younger brother, Long Xiu, who was also a street urchin. When he met Long Xiu, he hadn't eaten for many days and was lying on the side of the road on his last breath. Long Jun saw that he was about the same age as him, and they were both street children, so he gave him half of his remaining steamed buns.
From then on, the two became sworn brothers and began their seven years of wandering together.
Originally, Long Xiu did not have a name. After Long Jun became sworn brothers with him, he gave him his surname and gave him the name Long Xiu.
In these seven years, the two brothers had tasted the warmth of love and were used to the indifference of the world.
Although the two of them had lived the same life for seven years, their personalities were poles apart. Long Jun had become more and more indifferent in the past seven years. His pair of childish eyes had also become unusually cold. On the other hand, Long Xiu was the exact opposite of him. Perhaps it was because Long Jun gave him food when he was about to starve to death, but in the past seven years, Long Xiu had become very cheerful and smiled at everyone.
Although their personalities were polar opposites, they got along very well.
Half a year ago, when the two of them were wandering in a big town, they heard a few Taoist priests discussing that the Qingcheng Monastery was recruiting youths aged 12 to 15 from all over the continent.
During these seven years, Long Jun and Long Yue had traveled all over the Great River. Although they hadn't traveled to every place on the continent, they had gained a lot of knowledge while wandering.
As soon as they heard that the Qingcheng Monastery, one of the Three Great Daoist Societies on the continent, was recruiting teenagers between the ages of twelve and fifteen, they had the idea of becoming disciples of the Qingcheng Monastery. As long as they were accepted into the Qingcheng Monastery, they would no longer have to wander around and live a life of being homeless and hungry. They might even be able to make a name for themselves.
In the following half a year, the two brothers, Long Jun and Long Xiu, traveled across mountains and rivers to Qingcheng Mountain to become disciples. Long Xiu was accepted into the sect, but Long Jun was not accepted by the Qingcheng Monastery.
Outside the gate of Qingcheng Monastery.
"We made a promise. Three years later, you must come to Qingcheng Mountain to find me. Otherwise, I will go down the mountain with you.”When Long Jun left Qingcheng Mountain, Long Xiu's face was gloomy as she sobbed.
Long Jun knew that Long Xiu would do what she said. If he didn't agree, Long Xiu would definitely leave Qingcheng Monastery with him.
Although he was resentful that the Qingcheng Monastery didn't accept him, Long Jun still hoped that Long Xiu could stay in the Qingcheng Monastery. After all, staying in the Qingcheng Monastery was ten thousand times better than wandering with him.
In Long Jun's heart, the brotherhood between him and Long Xiu was the only thing he cherished after his adoptive father died. Long Jun naturally wouldn't let him give up this opportunity to stand out because of him.
"Alright, let's make a deal. Three years later, I'll definitely come to the Qingcheng Monastery to look for you.”"As long as I'm alive, I'll definitely come find you." Long Jun nodded.”
A gust of wind blew past, blowing away the hair covering Long Jun's face, revealing his delicate and beautiful face, which was filled with determination.
"Yes." Long Xiu nodded heavily.
"Alright, I should go." Long Jun glanced at Long Xiu and said softly.
Although her voice was still cold, there was still a hint of reluctance in it. Seven years of relying on each other was not so easy to give up.
“。。。。。。”Long Xiu didn't say anything when she heard him. It was useless to say anything now. She just looked at him with a reluctant expression.
"I'm leaving. You can go in."
Long Jun glanced at Long Xiu and the mountain gate of Qingcheng Monastery behind him, then turned around and walked down the mountain.
"Don't forget the three year agreement."
Long Xiu looked at Long Jun's gradually disappearing figure and cried loudly.
When Long Jun heard Long Xiu's words, his body only paused for a moment. He only waved his hand behind him and walked down the mountain without looking back.
Long Xiu stood outside the mountain gate and watched Long Jun's back as he left. It was only when Long Jun's figure disappeared from his sight that he muttered,"Don't forget the three-year agreement."
"Junior brother, go in." The Qingcheng disciple guarding the door was obviously puzzled by the relationship between the two. Seeing Long Jun leave, he said to Long Xiu.
"Yes." Long Xiu glanced at the outside of the mountain gate, then turned around and walked inside.
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On the official road, a group of ten vermilion carriages slowly moved forward. On each carriage was a black flag that fluttered in the wind.
"Senior brother, we're still short of one youth this time. He went back just like that, wouldn't he?" Two young men dressed in red brocade robes sat in the vermilion carriage at the head of the convoy. A long-faced young man said anxiously to the young man sitting in the middle of the carriage with his eyes closed.
"What are you anxious about? It's just one more. There was still a long way to go before they returned to the sect. Why would they be afraid of not finding a youth?”The young man who had his eyes closed opened his eyes and looked at the long-faced young man with obvious dissatisfaction.
"Yes, Senior Brother." Although the long-faced young man was still a little impatient, he obviously did not dare to refute his senior brother's authority. He only muttered something softly.
Just as the long-faced man was about to say something, the entire carriage suddenly stopped moving.
"What happened? Why did you stop? Didn't I say that you're not allowed to stop?”The long-faced young man pulled open the curtain of the carriage and shouted at the coachman.
"A little beggar fainted on the road and blocked the carriage.”The coachman said in fear when he heard the long-faced young man's shout.
The long-faced man frowned and shouted,""Then why don't you go down and drag him to the side to continue on your way?”
"Yes, yes." The coachman replied repeatedly.
"Wait a minute." Just as the coachman was about to alight from the carriage, the young man whom the long-faced man addressed as Senior Brother suddenly spoke,""Junior Brother, didn't you say that you're still missing one? Isn't that it?"
" But, Senior Brother..." The long-faced young man wanted to say something, but when he saw his senior brother's unhappy expression, he could only say in a low voice,"Yes."
"Hurry up and move him into the car." The long-faced man shouted at the coachman.
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In the west of the Central Plains, there was a mountain range that was shrouded in thick fog all year round. Anyone who entered this place, whether intentionally or unintentionally, had never left alive. Therefore, it was called the Death Mountain Range by the people here.
"How troublesome. Why are there always some reckless mortals who want to enter this place?”
A grumbling voice came from the thick black fog in the Death Mountain Range. Through the black fog, one could see two young men in dark green clothes, one fat and one thin, guarding the only narrow mountain road connected to the world in the Death Mountain Range. The one who spoke was the thin one.
The fat one beside him heard his complaint and chuckled."That's why they're mortals, but we're not.”
"That's true." When the thin man heard Fatty say this, he could not help but feel a sense of pride. Ever since he and his brother had entered the tutelage of their master thirty years ago, his face had never changed. He was forever so young.
"If we just stay here, we won't have time to practice.”Fatty frowned when he saw the thin man touch his face with a silly smile.
"Yes, but fortunately, it's only for three years. When the two idiotic disciples of the fire messenger come back, it'll be their turn to guard the mountain gate.”Seeing that Fatty was so concerned about cultivating, the thin man said,"Big brother, why are you always so diligent? Could it be that he wanted to win the championship in the sect competition?”
Fatty did not immediately answer the thin man's question. He pondered for a moment and said,"I don't dare to think about winning the sect competition. I just don't want to lose so badly so as not to lose Master's face.”
"Yes." When the thin man heard Fatty mention his master, he only nodded slightly and lowered his head. No one knew what he was thinking.
"Eh?"
Fatty suddenly let out a soft cry of surprise and patted the thin man,"Someone is coming."
"Oh." When the thin man heard Fatty's words, he quickly came back to his senses and focused his attention on the mountain road ahead.
A crack appeared in the black fog that originally enveloped the entire mountain range, and the crack happened to face the exit that the two of them were guarding. A row of vermilion carriages appeared in front of the mountain path. On the top of each carriage was a black flag, swaying in the wind.
"Speak of the devil. Zhu Can has returned.”When the fatty saw the group of carriages, he suddenly let down his guard and said to the thin man with a smile.
"Is it Senior Brother Zhu Can?" Fatty shouted at the convoy.
"That's right. Are those two junior brothers Wu Yuan and Wu Fang in front?”A young man in a red brocade robe walked down from the vermilion carriage at the front of the convoy. He looked at the fat and thin men and said,"This brother has just finished the matter that Cult Master instructed and is in a hurry to enter the sect, I hope that the two junior brothers can let me through.”
"Of course." Fatty looked at the red clothed youth Zhu Can's smug appearance. Although he was very unhappy, he still smiled and said,"Senior Brother Zhu has completed the mission given by the Cult Master.”
"No, no, Junior Brother Wu Yuan has gone too far. It was just a small mission, and there might not be any reward.”Although Zhu Can said this, he could not hide the smugness on his face.
"Senior Brother Zhu, please go in first." Wu Yuan looked at Zhu Can's face and was unhappy. Why could he go out and make contributions while he could only guard the mountain gate with his younger brother?
"En, alright." Zhu Can obviously did not want to waste any more time with Wu Yuan and Wu Fang. After saying goodbye, he returned to the carriage and rushed into the mountain range.
"Bah! What is it?" Looking at the carriage leaving, the smiling Fatty Wu Rounian suddenly turned gloomy.
"That's right. If it wasn't for the fire emissary shamelessly fighting for this mission, Zhu Can wouldn't have had this opportunity even in another 30 years.”Wu Fang clearly did not have a good impression of Zhu Can, who had entered the sect at the same time as him, as he said to his brother.
"En, let's not talk about him. It's annoying.”Wu Yuan spat and frowned at Wu Fang."Don't speak ill of the fire emissary in the future. If the fire emissary finds out, we won't have a good life. Although the Fire Envoy's status is not as high as our Master's, our Master will not fall out with the Fire Envoy for the two of us.”
"Got it, big brother." Wu Fang shrank his head and said.
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