From Refining Qi to Ascension with Bamboo Horse

The spring breeze does not cross the green mountains, but there are always a few brave people who want to climb over the sky-high backbone. He Wei is the person who always stares at the outline of distant mountains in trance at night. There are too many children in the He family, and he is stuck in the middle. His parents' eyes can never reach him. Wei Xuanqing next door was even more depressed. People in the village said that he was a piece of wood that could not be beaten with three sticks, but He Wei knew that there was a fire under the wood. On the day when Wuyi Sect came to recruit disciples, the spirit-detecting stone in He Wei's hand only shone a thin light, while Wei Xuanqing's stone didn't even shine at all. The steward frowned for a long time and reluctantly said, "It's a fate." The two young men who were left behind carried their burdens and walked up the mountain road, with the distant villages behind them and the rolling green mountains in front of them. Wei Xuanqing's knuckles turned white as he clutched the baggage belt, and said in a low voice that he was not afraid. He Wei put her arm around his shoulders and smiled. It is better to take care of the outer and inner gates than to stay in the village. None of them knew that with this step, they would be greeted by far more than just outer disciples of the martial arts sect. At the end of the mountain road, a golden light broke through the clouds and fell on the dusty shoulders of the young man, as if destiny was finally willing to lower its compassionate eyes. Intention: grow together, support each other, and make progress together!