Urban Demon Slayer

Qingcheng Mountain.

Standing under the main hall were ten young disciples, all of whom had swords hanging on their waists and looked high-spirited. A middle-aged man at the head of the hall looked over one by one. Everyone in front of him was quite satisfied. Everyone was his proud disciple, either a genius or a genius. Only the last one he saw had two unnoticeable eyebrows. I picked a pick.

The last disciple was ordinary in appearance, not tall in stature, and his eyes were slightly evasive. He was kneading his hands gently, as if he didn't know where to put them, which was in sharp contrast to the other energetic disciples.

His name is He Jun. He was originally just an outer disciple of Qingcheng Mountain. He was usually responsible for spreading water and sweeping the floor. His talent was average and he was not qualified to go to the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp].

He was able to join this team completely by accident.

When Qingcheng Mountain selected places to go to the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp] in previous years, the head always personally selected young disciples with good talents. However, this year the head was ill, so he put this matter aside.

Handed it to the deputy head.

The deputy head is usually very expressive. He always likes to win people's hearts and come up with some novel things to prove that he is different from the pedantic head. It is the same this time. He said that for the sake of fairness, he will not do it this time. Now that the situation has been decided internally, it is recommended that all disciples, no matter the outer sect or the inner sect, draw lots together, and whoever catches them will get it.

This move really shocked the hearts of the people, and everyone praised the deputy head for being open-minded and democratic. Every disciple was gearing up, hoping that he would be lucky enough to win.

As a result, the leader found out and scolded him, saying that the annual [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp] was not only to contribute new demon slayers to the country, but also a good opportunity for various sects to compete secretly. If Qingcheng Mountain passed the assessment in the end Ranked at the bottom in terms of number of disciples, who will be responsible for this?

It was only then that the deputy leader realized his abrupt reaction, but the words had already been spoken, and taking them back would undoubtedly be a slap in the face, so he thought of another way and decided on ten talented disciples in advance.

, stuffing the winning note into their fingers, and then it will just be a formality, but in fact it is still just a few of them.

Although the final result will definitely be questioned by other disciples as to why these disciples who usually perform well got the lottery, it is difficult to say anything without evidence, and it is already the only way for the deputy leader to make up for this mistake.

On the day of drawing lots, everything was going smoothly. One after another, the designated disciples drew the lots, but one of them made a mistake. He put his hand into the big box and accidentally stuffed the note between his fingers in advance. fell down.

In desperation, he had no choice but to pick one at random, and of course he lost the election without any surprise.

The lucky guy finally fell on He Jun.

Looking at this ordinary outer disciple, the deputy head couldn't help but feel a little bored. Fortunately, this was the only flaw. Even if his final results were not very good and he was even eliminated from the [Demon Slayer Initial Training Camp], It will not affect the reputation of the entire Qingcheng Mountain.

"He Jun, when you go out with your junior brothers, you should talk less, do more, and obey their arrangements. Do you understand?" The deputy head gave him a cold look.

Yes, those outstanding disciples are all He Jun's juniors. He Jun joined Qingcheng Mountain when he was very young. It has been seven or eight years now and there has been no progress. He is still sprinkling water and sweeping the floor at the outer gate. No wonder the deputy head He didn't look down on him, but asked him to listen to those junior brothers.

"Yes..." He Jun lowered his head and squeezed his hands gently.

No one saw it, but a faint white light emitted from his palm.

"Okay, let's get ready to go!" The deputy head waved his hand.

The disciples said goodbye and turned around to leave, talking and laughing. No one paid any attention to the so-called senior brother He Jun.

He Jun walked at the end, his figure looking lonely and lonely, except for the white light that kept emitting from his palms.

"Ouch——"

A scream rang out. He Jun tripped over the door of the hall and fell to the ground, causing his ankle to swell up on the spot.

"What a waste...all your luck in life has been exhausted this time!" The deputy head snorted coldly, ignored him at all, turned and walked towards the back hall.

Outside the main hall door, He Jun seemed to be relieved. He stood up with difficulty holding on to the door frame and continued walking with a limp. The white light in his palm finally disappeared.

…

Shangjing City, in a courtyard.

Song Chongjian sat in front of the computer and reviewed the information of the newcomers one by one. While reading, he said with emotion: "There are a lot of geniuses here this time!"

"That's it, you let it out and said you were going to teach classes in person this time. Aren't those geniuses gathering here like crazy?" Behind him stood a woman in her early thirties, with a similar appearance. She is not that stunningly beautiful, but her facial features give people a very comfortable feeling. Every part complements each other, as if she was born to grow on her face, giving people a sense of intimacy, like a neighbor. Big sister.

Her name is Si Yao, and she is the current deputy commander-in-chief of [Demon Slayer].

(End of chapter)