Yunxiu Bridge

Chapter 8.

Shuimiao City, towards dusk, looks gloomy. The sky began to cloud, intermittently luminous lightning frightening. The sound of thunder sounded roaring, louder than the roar of the Lion. No one intends to leave the house when the dim resemblance to midnight paints the city.

In that sturdy building made of special materials, the Pigeon Strip Martial Arts School stands.

The school's signboard was written big in gold; the background was black and looked eye-catching.

At that time, the five human figures in the Pigeon Trail School were in a state of shock. They were all glued to the audition performance in the hall when a simple-looking young man appeared to be clutching a pen made of crystal.

The colour of the crystal pen was fiery red - brilliant like the colour of crimson cloth. Five figures surrounded the young man, looking amazed.

In his entire life, when Master Seo Park always held auditions for prospective new students, no one had ever produced such a bright red tinge of colour that Li Wei grasped that Elemental Pen.

"You are really talented with martial arts." Seo Park was still dumbfounded.

"Unexpectedly, you are like a pearl that has never been glimpsed but exists and is real in the dusty dirt beds.

You are the only prospective practitioner with such pure talent who has ever been a future disciple." Master Seo Park's attitude suddenly changed.

He, who had been indifferent to Li Wei, has now become more cordial.

After all, one's talents and talents cannot be paid with wealth or money. Although Huo Zhi and Ling Feng came from wealthy aristocratic families, their abilities were low.

"This young man is a future star candidate. If only he is famous in the future, wouldn't our Pigeon Path Martial School reap the benefits in the future?" Seo Park smiled slyly.

Meanwhile, Jian Hong looked disappointed. The anger that has since been suppressed is increasingly unchanneled.

Instead of showing bad talent, Li Wei showed extraordinary talent as a martial artist candidate.

Huo Zhi, the young auditionee, glanced jealously.

"This simple young man is even more talented than me."

Huo Zhi swallowed all the irritability in his heart. Li Wei seized the stage and became the star of the afternoon.

Master Seo Park, still smilingly, took all the young people into the inner hall, a more comfortable place to talk.

He sat on a small platform with a big chair like the king. Others just stood in that airy hall.

It is said.

"I'm so happy today.

Our Pigeon Path School has accepted talented student candidates!" His gaze circulated, stagnating on Li Wei.

The other two young people are now even more envious. Stars are shining towards Li Wei directly.

"Although there are only 3 prospective disciples for this season, but your quality is equivalent to dozens of prospective disciples." laughed again.

The brighter his face gets, Seo Park looks very happy.

"I can't wait for the Spring Festival to come. At the annual event of martial arts and magic at Luna Mist waterfall later, Want me to see how Chen Hong Yi's face, that bastard, when the Tiger Boxing and Sword Martial School was led by him, was defeated by all of you!"

Seo Park laughed out loud again, getting louder and louder.

Afterwards, according to the master's order, Feng Jie and Jian Hua guided the three new disciples to the administrative room and changing place.

The two walked in a hurry.

"What are we following you guys for?" Huo Zhi asked. He still wants to talk with Master Seo Park to find the face. But just then, his hand was violently pulled by Jian Hua-the young man who had been burned by jealous flames from the beginning.

Jian Hua spoke lazily,

"This is a clothing measurement room.

This is where you settle the administrative expenses on Mei Hua's accountant." He pointed to a middle-aged woman who was seen busy working on a Suanpan - an ancient calculator-like abacus.

Next to him was another man working on uniforms.

Jian Hua continued...

"Tailor Wang will prepare two uniforms each, which you are obliged to wear as a sign of a disciple from this martial school!" Jian Hua spoke coldly. He disliked Huo Zhi even more.

Li Wei settled the payment on Accountant Mei Hua. He only deposited silver money from his savings as a musician at the Lotus Blossom Tea Room Entertainment House.

Unlike those two noble children, who paid with gold money. They pay with a value that is more than the set fee.

They waved goodbye when Accountant Mei Hua was about to refund the remaining payment.

"Just take the change," the two children said arrogantly.

The accountant Mei Hua kept the remaining excess silently. He knew by heart the behaviour of rich noble young people like them. He was lazy to refute.

The sky grew darker when the Western horizon swallowed the sun; now, the moonlight began to rise, emitting an apricot-cold coloured light.

Li Wei walked across Yunxiu bridge with a large bundle containing two sets of pigeon path martial arts school uniforms.

Unexpectedly, the rain, originally patter, is now getting bigger.

From across the Yunxiu bridge, precisely from the East, two figures of young people also passed by. From their uniforms, he knew they were part of the Tiger Boxing and Sword Martial School.

Li Wei behaved warily. It was Yang Shao and Wang Yan, the two young people who molested him some time ago.

"Am I capable of dealing with the two of them? Just sword and punch techniques, I don't understand at all." Li Wei was agitated.

The rain is getting heavier, and the streets and bridges are deserted. The two figures are getting closer and closer, apparently deliberately towards him, who stopped in the middle of the bridge.

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