Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 168 Returning to Longwan

Nancang Mountain is located in the southeast of Dayue, with four towering mountains and three parallel rivers. Every spring, the snow on the top of the mountain melts, turns into a waterfall and flows down, converging into a raging river.

The river flows from east to west, and there is a mountain at the foot of the mountain called Yizi Ridge, which is shaped like a "Y" character, which abruptly diverts the direction of the river to the south.

As a result of the change in terrain, the river poured and turned rapidly, like a dragon wagging its tail, hence the name "Huilongwan".

This year's good fortune practice of the Water Mirror Department of the Dance Elephant Academy is set here.

A group of more than thirty people set off from Yanzhou, rode all the way southward on horseback, and arrived at the foot of Nancang Mountain after driving for nearly ten days.

Meals and sleeping all the way, Xiao Xing and night lurking, made many disciples complain, but this is also part of the practice of creation, no one dared to complain in front of Elder Shui Jing.

Zhao Lin has a lot of energy, so he didn't feel it was hard work. Instead, he took this trip as a sightseeing, and saw a lot of customs and customs in various places in Da Viet.

As the itinerary progressed, the weather gradually warmed up, and the mountains were full of flowers, red grass and green grass, full of spring.

"We'll be there in half a day!"

Elder Shuijing pointed to the white-capped mountaintop in the distance and said.

"Elder, have you been here before?"

Disciple Guo Enze asked.

"I came here when I was young, so to speak, it has been decades."

A look of nostalgia appeared on Elder Shui Jing's face, and he said with emotion: "Whenever I think about it, the spectacular scenery of Huilong Bay is still vivid in my mind. You must cherish this opportunity, maybe one day you will have a heart-to-heart and break through the realm in one fell swoop!"

As soon as the disciples heard this, their exhausted expressions disappeared, and they swung their whips and spurred their horses forward.

In the afternoon, we came to Huilong Bay.

Before he got close, he heard the sound of roaring water.

Many tourists stood at the heights of the mountains and expressed their admiration.

I saw the river water falling from a high place, galloping and roaring, impacting on the canyon wall, forming a huge vortex, the momentum is so magnificent that it cannot be described in words.

The disciples were stunned for a moment.

"Energy is like water, and meridians are like the Yangtze River. The water flows continuously in the flesh and blood of a person. The qi orifice is the vortex formed by the confluence of rivers and rapids."

Although the sound of the water was deafening, Elder Shui Jing's voice was clearly heard by everyone.

Then, Elder Shui Jing pointed to the high place, "You can't see the whole picture of Huilong Bay here, and it's hard to appreciate its magnificence. The Tongue Rock is the best place to see it."

Zhao Lin looked in the direction of the elder's finger, and saw a huge rock protruding from a place tens of feet above the valley, shaped like a sticking out tongue.

Due to the erosion of water vapor all the year round, the stone wall under Tongue Rock is as smooth as a knife and an ax chiseling. There is no place to climb and stay, and it is extremely steep.

Elder Shui Jing raised his breath, and tapped his toes on the rock wall a few times, like a big bird leaping onto the rock.

After a while, a rope was lowered from above.

The disciples grabbed the rope one by one and climbed up Tongue Rock one after another.

At this time, if you look down again, you can have a panoramic view of the whole Huilong Bay.

The river flowed straight down and hit the canyon violently. The vortex was like a bottomless pit, sucking the river water into it crazily.

Looking at the rushing river, Zhao Lin felt an indescribable shock in his heart.

"Huh? Someone is here." A thick voice sounded behind him.

"There are still a lot of people." Another voice interface said.

Zhao Lin looked back and saw three people appearing on Tongue Rock.

The leader was a tall old man with prominent cheekbones, white eyebrows and eagle eyes, and a very dignified demeanor.

Behind the old man was a tall man with long hair and a shawl, with dark skin and a full beard.

The one who walked at the end was a simple-looking young man with a dull expression. His half-length hair was tied together like straw, and there was a long scar on his neck. He walked like a civet cat.

Needless to say, for the three of them to appear here, they must all have martial arts.

Zhao Lin was curious. These three people were not from the Central Plains, but they were not like the Wushu people they had seen before. Where did they come from?
But his eyes changed quickly, the realm of these three people was above him!

"That's all for the old man and the big man, but this young man looks like he's only in his twenties, and he's actually cultivated to the blood level!"

The river was rumbling, and most of the disciples heard the sound only when the three of them approached, and turned their heads back in surprise.

The white-browed old man's eyes were like lightning, and he swept across everyone's faces, and finally stopped on Elder Shui Jing's body. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

Zhao Lin knew that the white-browed old man was using the secret language of Yuanjing warriors to transmit sound, so he immediately released an ultrasonic wave, and received the condensed voice into his ears.

"Shui Jing, I never thought we would meet again."

Elder Shui Jing smiled slightly, and also said via voice transmission: "Yes, the last time was the martial arts competition 20 years ago. Brother Sa Tian, ​​are you here all right?"

Tournament?

Zhao Lin's heart moved, he turned his head and pretended to watch the river, but his Adam's apple was vibrating at high speed, and he took the conversation between the two of them and even their tone of voice into his heart.

"Thanks to your concern, my old bones are still strong."

I only heard the white-browed old man say: "Are all these young talents your disciples?"

Elder Shui Jing nodded and said: "You can't talk about being talented, brother Sa Tian laughed."

The old man with white eyebrows curled his mouth, "Brother Shui Jing is still the best, I have only accepted two disciples in so many years." He said and glanced at the burly man and the dull young man.

"Disciples are more expensive than fine..."

Shui Jing responded casually, suddenly narrowed his eyes, and his face changed, "Have you found a successor for your Thunder Gang Art?"

Haha laughed, his face was full of complacency, "Since Brother Shui Jing can see it, then I won't hide it. That's right, I have been through iron shoes for more than ten years, and I finally found a disciple who can pass on my mantle .”

Shui Jing was silent for a while, then said shyly, "That's really congratulations."

The white-browed old man was also polite, and said with a smile: "Congratulations."

The two chatted for a few more words, and then each remained silent. The white-browed old man led his two apprentices to the edge of the rock to enjoy the scenery below.

Zhao Lin glanced at the three of them, feeling puzzled in his heart.

What is the martial arts competition mentioned by the two just now?
He was sure that he had heard correctly, the martial arts tournament could be understood, what was the Chaohui?
Also, in the meaning of the obedient words, Elder Shuijing and the old man with white eyebrows have known each other for many years, but their friendship is very shallow, and there is still a faint feeling of opposition.

It's a pity that the two of them didn't talk anymore, and they looked like strangers.

"Brother Shui Jing, don't spend today, there will be a time later."

At sunset, the white-browed old man cupped his hands towards Elder Shui Jing, and without waiting for a response, he led his two apprentices and jumped down the rock.

Looking at the backs of the three of them, Elder Shui Jing sighed softly.

Everyone stayed in the inn that night, and set off for Yanzhou the next day.

On the way back, Zhao Lin noticed that Elder Shui Jing's eyes were full of worry, and he lost the good spirits he had when he came here, as if he was preoccupied.

(End of this chapter)