Chapter 006: Selection of Disciples at the Heavenly Gate

You should first inquire about the opportunity to open a branch. These snacks are just samples. If that doesn't work out, sell these snacks individually, increasing the price several times. This trip should at least earn back half of the Yanque Tower. Huang's mother's backup plan is almost as bold as her main plan. For this business, she had Huang Jinlong carry dozens of pounds of goods. Ultimately, she still cares for her son, so she sent Bai Suanji, the second shopkeeper's son, to run errands for Huang Jinlong. For this business, she had Huang Jinlong carry dozens of pounds of goods. Ultimately, she still cares for her son, so she sent Bai Suanji, the second shopkeeper's son, to run errands for Huang Jinlong. Most of these dozens of pounds of goods ended up on Bai Suanji's back.

I have not yet... The Golden Dragon had just wanted to explain that he had not yet learned even a bit of the Forgetting Technique when Tong Bailian's fist, like a cannonball, struck fiercely against his left eye. He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding carriage, his entire body flying backward three to four meters, landing on the ground like a broken blanket with a loud thud.

In order to realize the grand vision of opening a duty-free snack shop for Huang Mu, Huang Jinlong had no choice but to take all the snacks that the entire Yanque Building could produce in one night, in an attempt to find an opportunity to operate a branch at his future academic institution

"Well, it's two against two, let's wait and see; we should first observe others," Brother Zhao said, turning his gaze towards Huang Jinlong.

"How polite, how polite." The Golden Dragon regarded him with a gaze akin to that of observing a monster, scrutinizing him from head to toe

After enduring countless hardships, when they finally reached the summit of the peak, both of them were as exhausted as two monkeys just pulled from the water. They lay side by side on the flat stones at the top, gasping for breath. Fortunately, both of these young men had worked in the shop since childhood, toiling from dawn till dusk, which made their bodies equally strong. Thus, they were able to reach the peak; had it been anyone else, they would likely have collapsed and perished on the mountain path.

Uh... upon hearing the words of the young man, Tong Bailian's yellow face instantly turned as white as wallpaper. Huang Jinlong and Bai Suanji couldn't help but laugh out loud, surprised that there were still such foolish people in the world

White... white scheming, do you know what it means to harm others ultimately harms oneself? Leading the way, panting heavily, was the determined student Golden Dragon. He carried a package half his height on his back, his body hunched like a shrimp, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face.

"It turns out we are like-minded individuals. If you don't mind, since there is still some time before the selection, let's spar a bit first," said Tong Bailian.

Uh, no, only four years. For the first twelve years, according to the plan, I was chopping wood, fetching water, doing laundry and cooking, and running errands. " Tong Bailian said in a deep voice

"Idiot, can't you do all four together?" the young man asked in disbelief

The four masters of the Southern and Northern Heavenly Gates on the brocade quietly gathered together to engage in conversation

"Yes, I have diligently followed my master's orders in the temple for four years, chopping wood and fetching water, for four years washing clothes and cooking, for four years running errands and doing miscellaneous tasks, and for four years practicing martial arts and cultivating my energy," said Tong Bailian in a loud voice.

Indeed, I also agree to accept him. This time, the Northern Shaolin branch in Pen Prefecture has recommended more than ten slots, all of which we have declined. This is the most satisfactory option. If we do not accept him, it would be difficult for the abbot of the Shaolin branch in Pen Prefecture to maintain face.

"Mei Shimei, what are your thoughts?" Zhao Shixiong turned to ask the only woman among the four—a peculiar figure dressed in light-colored attire, with blue hair and black lips.

"Disciple Han, what do you think?" The eldest among the four, Huang Fazhonghe, asked in a deep voice.

Hmm, four years. So, does that mean you have been practicing martial arts for over ten years now? the young man asked淡淡.

I can only wish you good luck. In the future, I will become a master of forgetting, traversing the world freely and at ease, and will never become the second manager of the Yanque Tower. Even if you were to seize the Yanque Tower, the second manager would probably have to invite someone else.

"Oh dear, why did you strike without any warning? I wasn't even mentally prepared for it," Huang Jinlong said with a hint of reluctance.

"Hey, you with your shirt off, are you from the Northern Shaolin Temple?" asked the youngest and most handsome of the four men in a loud voice

The Golden Dragon glanced at his upper body, which was as hard as iron, and smirked: "Forget it, my hands hurt."

"Are you also here to participate in the selection for the Southern and Northern Heavenly Gates?" Tong Bailian asked in a loud voice.

"I would like to ask you, have you received martial arts training in the temple?" the young man asked in a low voice

At that moment, a melodious sound of wind chimes suddenly came from the horizon, as if it were the sound produced by the wind chimes hung under the eaves in folk traditions to summon spirits and pay homage to souls

In the distant sky, four indistinct figures appeared among the clouds. Wrapped in the azure mist of dawn, they resembled four celestial beings riding the wind, emerging from the clouds, swirling and dancing along a delicate arc, flying towards Xianglu Mountain. No matter how they twisted and turned in the air, the distances between the four figures remained unchanged in the slightest, and their postures remained consistent: standing with hands clasped behind their backs, chests held high, their garments fluttering, gazing around with an air of divinity.

It was not until the Golden Dragon lost interest in counting that the shadow finally ceased its forward roll, sprang up, and with a loud shout, spread its arms wide. The gray robe it wore was torn to shreds by the force of its own energy, revealing its muscular physique, brimming with vitality. With a vigorous salute, it declared, "Tong Bailian, the tenth generation outer disciple of the New North Shaolin, pays his respects." Its voice was as thunderous as a clap of thunder, causing the Golden Dragon's ears to ring, and even the exhausted Bai Suanji, who was not far away, was stirred from the ground by the noise. With a vigorous salute, it declared, "Tong Bailian, the tenth generation outer disciple of the New North Shaolin, pays his respects." Its voice was as thunderous as a clap of thunder, causing the Golden Dragon's ears to ring, and even the exhausted Bai Suanji, who was not far away, was stirred from the ground by the noise.

Ah, my brother, I thought you were full of flaws, having reached the highest realm of martial arts—unity of man and nature, where the formless triumphs over the formed. I didn't expect you to be unskilled in martial arts?" Tong Bailian hurriedly rushed over to help the nearly unconscious Golden Dragon up from the ground

The highest peak of Xianglu Mountain, Luding Peak, rises over 800 zhang. The cliffs are steep, and the area is abundant with northern pines and cypress trees, which are resilient and sturdy. The mountain paths are rugged, and the peaks are perilous, making it a veritable forbidden zone for humans. Even the soldiers dispatched by the national government find it difficult to make any progress here. However, on this day, two young boys were seen struggling to climb the treacherous mountain path of Luding Peak. What is even more astonishing is the heavy burdens they carried on their backs.

"Here it comes, here it comes!" Tong Bailian tossed the Golden Dragon onto the ground, quickly taking two steps to the edge of the cliff, standing tall and straight. He tensed all his bulging muscles, as if preparing for a beauty pageant. The Golden Dragon and Bai Suanji also straightened up, curiously gazing towards the place in the sky where the wind chimes were ringing.

Indeed, it is worthy of being the highest institution of the Forgotten Masters; the people here possess the ability to soar through the skies and traverse the earth. Upon seeing the appearance of these four individuals, Huang Jinlong was so excited that his face turned crimson, wishing he could rush forward immediately and ask them to teach him the skill of riding the clouds and mist.

Upon hearing the words of the Golden Dragon, a look of confusion and a sense of loss appeared on Bai Suanji's face, as if the perfect future he had always envisioned in his heart had suddenly revealed a fatal flaw. This sense of disillusionment left him feeling overwhelmed.

Oh dear, Tong Bailian rubbed his shiny bald head with force and said anxiously, "My friend, I am truly sorry. How about you hit me back, give me a hundred punches to vent your anger."

Hmm... the Golden Dragon nodded

When these four individuals reached the cloud near the peak of the furnace, the Golden Dragon and others could see clearly: beneath their feet lay a piece of azure brocade, adorned around the edges with golden flame tassels. At each corner of the brocade hung a pale blue wind chime, with a multicolored thread tied to the clapper inside. Whenever the brocade soared through the air under the control of the four, a melodious sound of wind chimes would resonate.

Xianglu Mountain in the northwest of Penzhou, like Liuhua Mountain, is situated within the basin-shaped protection of the Lianhua Mountain Range. However, Xianglu Mountain rises higher, standing out prominently above the surrounding peaks of Lianhua, proudly located in the western sky of Penzhou. It provides a vantage point for people to overlook the entire Penzhou area and is hailed as the backbone of Penzhou.

Hmph, absolutely not! Among the four, the thin middle-aged man with the most sullen expression and the most bizarre hairstyle suddenly spoke, "Being dull-witted is a major taboo for a master. Even if he has the talent of a martial artist, if his comprehension is poor and he lacks intelligence, he will only bring shame to his teachings. The Southern and Northern Heavenly Gates only produce elites, not useless individuals"

"That's not possible, Brother Zhao, too foolish, hopeless," the lecturer with the surname Han said, shaking his head and speaking softly

Once again, Bai's schemes suffered a heavy blow, allowing the Golden Dragon to regain some vitality. He propped himself up from the flat stone and made his way to the eastern peak of the furnace, looking down. The morning lights gradually igniting in the Penzhou Basin resembled the twinkling stars in the sky, imparting a dreamlike and ethereal sensation.

Goodbye, Pen Prefecture, goodbye, parents, second brother, as I leave, perhaps I will never return again. Huang Jinlong gazed at the enchanting night scene, his heart filled with bittersweet sorrow

At this moment, the night has deepened further, reaching the darkest hour before dawn, with the hour of Yin approaching. There are still three quarters of an hour left until the time mentioned by Yan Ziyao.

A buzzing sound suddenly resonated from the cliff beneath his feet, startling him to take a step back. A loud bang followed the initial sound, exploding in his ears as if someone had set off a firecracker down the mountain. A dark figure shot up into the sky with the explosion, rising steadily to a height of three zhang, performing over a dozen clean and agile somersaults in the air, spinning like a whirling windmill before landing gracefully on the ground... It executed a handspring... then another handspring, followed by a third, fourth, and fifth. A dark figure shot up into the sky with the explosion, rising steadily to a height of three zhang, performing over a dozen clean and agile somersaults in the air, spinning like a whirling windmill before landing gracefully on the ground... It executed a handspring... then another handspring, followed by a third, fourth, and fifth... the one hundred and fourteenth, the one hundred and fifteenth.

"Exactly," Tong Bailian replied loudly

I... I..." The white strategist, who was following closely behind the golden dragon, was now left with only the strength to breathe, having no energy to respond. He was carrying a package that was taller than a person and wider than two, and his entire body was sprawled on the mountain path, crawling with both hands and feet.

He is honest and comes from the orthodox Northern Shaolin lineage. This fellow has developed a body of bronze muscles and iron bones in just four years, which is quite a testament to his talent, " said Sister Mei.

"Golden Dragon, just wait. After you leave, there will come a day when I will seize the Yanque Tower from the Huang family. I will be the chief steward, and you will be my deputy steward, at my beck and call every day," Bai Suanji, who had been panting heavily, suddenly spoke with eyes full of greedy excitement.