Ni Kun got off the carriage with the crowd, and looked at the surrounding environment while moving his hands and feet.

It was almost dusk, the sky was dim, surrounded by mountains, and it was a mountain valley.

The carriage was parked in the woodland, in front of a manor.

The manor is built against the mountains and has a vast area. I don’t know how many courtyards there are.

There are dense forests on both sides of the manor, with a clear stream flowing across the front, and there is also a dense forest that can be seen on the other side of the stream.

Seeing the mountains around, the young men didn't know where they were. When they were nervous, even if they regarded each other as competitors and had implicit hostility, they could not help but whisper to whisper to relieve their tension.

"Quiet!"

Deacon Lin shouted softly, and the sound was like falling thunder, which made the eardrums of the boys buzz, showing extremely profound internal strength.

He stood in front of the boys with his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice:

"Next, you will practice martial arts here. If you practice hard and achieve success in your studies, you will have a bright future. If you are cheating and do not obey orders, you will suffer your hardships! Come with me now!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and walked to the gate of the manor first.

The boys looked at each other for a while and followed them step by step.

Ni Kun also followed the crowd and was surprised:

"Is it really a way to bring us to practice martial arts? There won't be such a good thing as a pie falling from the sky, right?"

Although he was suspicious of what Deacon Lin said, he would be at ease since he came. Anyway, even if the worst happens, Ni Kun would have his own reliance on it and would be calm at the moment.

After entering the manor and handing over to a middle-aged man who was in charge of the front hall, Deacon Lin and others left directly, not knowing where they went, leaving only the seemingly loyal middle-aged man standing on the steps of the front hall, smiling at Ni Kun and others.

From left to right, he looked at the teenagers carefully, nodded and praised:

"Yes, they are all good guys. Let me introduce myself. My surname is Song and I am the supervisor here. You can call me Song in the future. As for the purpose of selecting you here, Deacon Lin has already said it just now, so I will not repeat it. In short, just as Deacon Lin said before, as long as you are willing to practice hard and concentrate on your work, you will have a future.

"As for being cheating... Haha, you have all experienced tragic events. You should know how precious strength is. I think as long as you are not hopelessly stupid, you will cherish this opportunity.

"Okay, you are tired all the way. Now the Japanese supervisor won't say much, let's go down and rest first."

At that moment, a servant came forward and took the young men away to arrange a residence for them.

The accommodation treatment surprised Ni Kun. Every young man had his own private courtyard, and Ni Kun was no exception.

Although the yard is small, in addition to the main house, there are also separate toilets, bathrooms and stoves in the yard.

There are even servants serving.

The servant in Ni Kun's courtyard was a middle-aged man in his forties. He had a simple face and was a mute and could not speak, but his hands and feet were diligent and quick. He had already burned the hot water to wait.

As soon as Ni Kun moved in, he took a comfortable bath and took off his fatigue.

After taking a shower, the mute servant prepared the meal, two dishes and one soup, which was ripe and chewy, and the staple food was still white flour cake. Compared with the free food provided by Hanshui Pian, it was already very good.

After eating and drinking, I took a walk in the yard for a while and evaded the food. Ni Kun returned to the bedroom, lay on the soft and comfortable big bed, smelling the fragrance emitted from the brand new bedding, and couldn't help but wonder:

Isn’t this treatment a little better? Is it possible that the Yingui Sect really wants to recruit a wave of core disciples?

Thinking about the possible purpose of the Yingui School, the fatigue caused by the continuous boats and cars all day and night gradually came, and Ni Kun's eyelids gradually became heavier and he fell asleep unconsciously.

It was a good night to sleep, and when it was dawn, the mute servant knocked on the door to wake him up.

Ni Kun put on his clothes, shoes and socks, and under the service of the mute servant, he used willow branches to dip green salt to clean his mouth, washed his face, and after eating breakfast with egg pancakes and millet porridge, he followed the mute servant away from the courtyard and came to a lobby.

After the mute servant brought Ni Kun, he left alone. When Ni Kun walked into the lobby, he saw that more than thirty teenagers had already come to the spacious hall, all of whom were born with good skin.

There were less than ten people who came with Ni Kun yesterday. There were so many people in the hall, which shows that besides Deacon Lin’s journey, there were others who were collecting handsome young men to send them here.

Ni Kun entered the lobby and did not communicate with the teenagers who were anxious and expecting each other. He walked straight to the corner of the lobby, watching coldly while listening to the teenagers whispering and collecting information.

"My younger brother Wang Wu, from Huyang, Chongling County, dare you ask me about my name in Taizun's surname? Where is the fairyland?"

"Tao Chun, from Jiangling, Nanjun..."

"Brother Han, where are you from?"

"I'm from Patong County."

After hearing this, Ni Kun found that the young people in the hall had a wide range of sources, including from Xiangyang, Chongling, Jingling, Nanjun, Badong, Mianyang, and even from Jiangxia County.

Although there are many different origins, everyone has one thing in common, that is, they all suffer from war and become lonely people.

Ni Kun thought to himself:

"Are they all orphans? It's reasonable. The Demon Sect has a cruel practice of "killing the common deeds". If there are no orphans, they will create orphans. Now wars are everywhere, and there are orphans everywhere, which makes the Demon Sect recruiting people...

"But even if they are all orphans, their life experience meets the requirements of the Demon Sect, how can you not look at the qualifications and only look?"

After a while, several more teenagers arrived one after another, and the number of teenagers in the hall was already forty.

At this time, the Manager Song brought four magnificent men into the hall, walked up to the front desk, and smiled:

"There are all people here. Now, let's talk about the rules here..."

I first explained the rules, which are nothing more than not being able to leave the village without authorization, not being allowed to fight privately, etc.

After talking about the rules, Director Song clapped his hands again. The four charming men behind him each held a wooden box and took out a scroll of silk books from the box and distributed them to the young men in the hall one by one.

"This is the martial arts you are going to practice."

When the four great Han Dynasty distributed silk books, Director Song explained:

"This skill is the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Prajna Prajna. It consists of thirteen levels. Each time you practice one level, you can get the power of a dragon and an image.

"Of course, this is an exaggeration. However, depending on the roots and bones of each person, every time he practices one level, he can increase his strength by at least a hundred kilograms. If he practices ten levels, he can become a top-notch martial arts master, and his every move will be worth a thousand kilograms of power..."

When he heard the familiar name "Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna", Ni Kun suddenly realized and understood why Deacon Lin had no qualifications before.

Because this Dragon Elephant Prajna Prajna Prajna does not require any roots and bones at all, it doesn’t matter if you get older.
Chapter completed!