Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 173
"It turns out that you have chosen a good place here!"

Looking at Lao Lingfeng, Zhao Lin thought to himself.

When the Zhanshan Leopard gang was rampant, they often appeared in three places: Qizhu Peak, Laoling Peak and Fuli Valley.

After eradicating the bandits, in order to prevent the resurgence of the banditry, the county government burned these three lairs, and now only ruins remain.

This place is hidden and not far from Qinghe County, so it is indeed a good hiding place.

It seems that Chu Liu is finally reluctant to leave everything behind and go far away.

Geng Jin didn't know that Zhao Lin was following behind, walked up the mountain for a while, came to the collapsed mountain gate, and put the package on a conspicuous boulder.

Chukou whistled vigorously, drew out his waist knife, and slashed three times on the boulder!

clang clang...

The sound of gold and stone colliding resounded through the mountains.

Then he put the knife back into its sheath, turned around and went down the mountain.

Zhao Lin let him go, looked towards the top of the mountain, and patiently waited for Chu Liu to appear.

After about a meal, a figure came down from the mountain, moving lightly, stopping after walking for a while, and looking down the mountain.

Although he couldn't see his face clearly in the dark, this person's figure was similar to Chu Liu's, but his demeanor was a little more cautious and cowardly.

Not long after, the man finally came to the mountain gate.

Zhao Lin stared at him under the moonlight, and saw that his clothes were sloppy, his hair was disheveled, and his beard was unshaven. He had completely lost the suave and suave appearance of the past.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and Zhao Lin raised his nose to smell it. The breath on the man was exactly the same as the smell on the handle of the dagger.

"Chu Liu, it really is you!"

Chu Liu didn't know that Zhao Lin was on the side. When he saw the things on the boulder, his face showed joy. He stepped forward to grab the package and ran up the mountain quickly.

A moment later, Zhao Lin appeared from behind the big tree and followed him leisurely.

Chu Liu seemed to be in a good mood, humming a little song, walking briskly into the ruins of the bandits' stronghold.

The fire that year destroyed the cottage, leaving only some stone buildings left.

Chu Liu got into a fairly complete house and couldn't wait to open the package. Seeing the food inside, he couldn't help but gulp.

Grabbed the wine jar, slapped open the mud seal, and took two big gulps...

"happy!"

Chu Liu grinned, then grabbed the roast chicken and began to tear it into bites.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he said to himself: "It's great! It would be great if there is another slut..."

At this time, a deep voice sounded from outside the house: "Sao girls don't have it, do you want some rough old men?"

Chu Liu shuddered, his hands trembled, and the roast chicken fell to the ground.

However, his reaction was also extremely fast. He reached out and grabbed the long sword in his hand, and shouted: "Who!"

With a bang, a big foot kicked the door open, and Zhao Lin walked into the room.

"who are you?"

Chu Liu looked nervous and asked cautiously.

Zhao Lin had pearl powder on his face, and it was dark, so he couldn't see his true face clearly, so Chu Liu didn't recognize him for a while.

"A person who wants to die."

Zhao Lin sneered, and walked slowly towards Chu Liu.

"Oh it's you!"

Chu Liu finally heard Zhao Lin's voice, raised his eyebrows suddenly, and a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes.

He always thought that he was the most outstanding disciple in Liuhemen, and he should be the one who went to Xingyunzong to practice.

If it wasn't for Zhao Lin's appearance and Master's eccentricity, how could he have fallen to such a state.

Old and new grudges welled up in his heart, Chu Liu raised his body violently, and stabbed Zhao Lin with his sword.

"go to hell!"

Zhao Lin leaned sideways lightly, and blasted out the Frost Fist straight out.

Chu Liu suddenly felt a bone-piercing chill, and couldn't help being taken aback. He raised his palm to block it, and the cold air came over him, and he shivered involuntarily.

"He's not Zhao Lin, how could Zhao Lin have such abilities!"

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Zhao Lin grabbed Chu Liu's chest horizontally with his claws, making him back away in fright.

Zhao Lin took a step forward and grabbed his head with one claw. The claws were full of sinister energy and extremely strong.

Chu Liu was so frightened that his soul flew into the sky. He tried his best to twist his body and dodge.

Zhao Lin chased after him closely, and grabbed out the third claw and the fourth claw one after another. Chu Liu couldn't resist anymore, and was caught by the throat with one claw.

"Senior, spare your life!"

Chu Liu begged for mercy loudly.

At this moment, he could already feel the vitality of the other party, and he was even more sure that it was not Zhao Lin. He couldn't think of anyone in Qinghe County who had this ability, so he called him senior.

Zhao Lin didn't want him to die too quickly, so he slid his hand to the right and grabbed his Jianjing point, injecting cold energy into his body.

Chu Liu's body was numb and he couldn't exert any strength.

Zhao Lin grabbed Chu Liu like he was catching a chicken, raised his foot and aimed at the sea of ​​​​qi in his abdomen, and kicked him three times.

"what……"

Chu Liu opened his mouth and spurted blood wildly, gnashing his teeth and said: "You dare to destroy my cultivation!"

"You can't save your life, so why do you care about your cultivation?"

Zhao Lin sneered, reached out and wiped his face, stared at him and asked, "Look who I am?"

……

Thirty miles west of Qinghe County, at the foot of the mountain, there is Wulingyuan. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery. It is an excellent geomantic treasure. Many people in Qinghe County are buried here after death.

There is a new grave in the cemetery. In front of the grave are grains and dried fruits, joss sticks and paper money.

A group of disciples and apprentices of Liuhemen were dressed in sackcloth and their heads were wrapped in white cloth, standing in awe. Zhu Huaishan's first wife, Mrs. He, also came down to the mausoleum with the help of a maid.

The chief arrester of Xicheng, Guo Sheng, and his fellow arresters, as well as the households and businesses around Liuhemen, were also present.

"Captain Guo, Shopkeeper Liu, Yuanwai Li..."

Zhao Lin cupped his fists and said loudly, "I invite you to come today to be a witness."

While speaking, he pointed to Chu Liu who was tied up by five flowers and pressed to kneel on the ground, "This bastard killed his master, it's unacceptable, today I will kill this thief with my own hands!"

Guo Sheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but seeing Zhao Lin's fierce eyes, he didn't say anything in the end.

The government does not allow civilians to use lynching, but there is one exception, which is revenge by blood relatives.

The so-called "If a son does not take revenge, he is not a son.", "If you take revenge on your parents, you will not share the world."

It means not to avenge father and mother, not to be a son of man; resolutely not to live in the same world with enemies.

A teacher for a day is a father for life, so the teacher's hatred is the same.

If Zhao Lin killed Chu Liu, the government should not only punish him as murder, but even commend him.

Yuan Cheng came over and kicked Chu Liu, "Junior Zhao, let's kill him one by one!"

Gao Yuan agreed: "Third Junior Brother is right, one person kills one."

Fu Guangming and Zhang Ying also looked over with resolute expressions.

Qian Chengfei hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and nodded.

Zhao Lin smiled and waved his hands, "The Chu family is quite powerful, so let me do this kind of offending, so you don't want to get bloodied."

Yuan Cheng sneered disdainfully: "What is there to be afraid of in his Chu family? Even if they have ten guts, they wouldn't dare to be an enemy of our Liuhemen!"

The fact is true. Although the Chu family is rich, their force is far inferior to Liuhemen. Moreover, the bodyguards hired by the family can provide protection with money, but they will never take the initiative to attack the sect.

Zhao Lin shook his head and said, "Senior brother three is right, but it's best if you don't bring hatred to the door. I killed him, and you all vent your anger, right?"

"Anyway, I'll be leaving in two days. What can they do to me?"

Gao Yuan, Yuan Cheng and the others looked at each other and said nothing.

Zhao Lin pulled out the dagger from his boots and shook Chu Liu's face, "Use this dagger to stab Master to death, and I will let you taste the same feeling today."

As he spoke, he pulled out the cloth ball from his mouth.

Chu Liu immediately shouted: "Don't kill me! My cultivation base has been destroyed, and I'm already a useless person. Leave me alone."

Taking two steps on his knees, he cried bitterly to the old lady: "Master, please advise them not to kill me, Master loves me the most, help me..."

Zhao Lin stretched out his big hand, grabbed Chu Liu's hair, stabbed the dagger into his heart, then pulled out the dagger, turned around with his backhand, and cut off his head.

Blood spattered, and with a "plop", a headless corpse fell to the ground.

……

The courtyard of Liuhemen is decorated with lanterns and festoons, and a large banquet is held.

Liuhemen, which was originally deserted, became lively again at this time.

A few days ago, the disciples were busy mourning, going to the funeral, guarding the mausoleum, and tracking down the murderer. They had no time to instruct the apprentices in martial arts. Coupled with the oppressive atmosphere, many apprentices left temporarily.

Now that the matter has been dealt with, Liuhemen is back on track, and the apprentices are all back.

Today is the day when senior senior brother Gao Yuan officially takes over as the head of the sect, invitations have been distributed widely in advance to invite colleagues, and there is an endless stream of warriors who come to congratulate him.

Wearing a long robe, Gao Yuan thanked all the visitors with a smile on his face.

"Shishimen Hongmen Master has arrived!"

"The ancient master of the Qinghe Gate has arrived!"

"Zhenxing Martial Arts Hall Master Zhu is here!"

"Master Sun of the Flying Tiger Martial Art Museum is here!"

"Master Zhou of the Kaishan Martial Art Museum has arrived..."

The people who came were all the leaders of the various sects of martial arts. After all, when Gao Yuan became the master of the sect, he had to pay attention to the equality of status, and he couldn't just send a disciple away.

All the training equipment in the yard has been removed, and ten tables of banquets have been set up.

The apprentices who welcomed the guests sang loudly, and several disciples welcomed the guests who came to watch the ceremony, and led them to sit in front of the banquet.

"Brother Zhao!"

"Brother Liang!"

Liang Song is an apprentice of Kaishan Martial Arts Academy, and because of Zhao Lin's relationship, he also came to watch the ceremony with the owner of the gymnasium.

"I won't see you off tomorrow, so as not to feel bad again." Liang Song half-jokingly said.

"I thought so too." Zhao Lin patted him on the shoulder.

Zhao Lin entertained the guests with several senior brothers, and tried to keep a low profile in words and deeds. Tomorrow, he was about to leave for Xing Yunzong, so he gave up the limelight to the senior brothers.

Although he wanted to keep a low profile, the guests looked over from time to time.

Back then, Zhao Lin's bone training for half a year caused quite a stir in the Qinghe County Martial Arts School. This time, when he came back, his cultivation base had leapfrogged to the second level of Qi Realm, which really shocked people's jaws.

Everyone speculated in which high school he practiced martial arts in order to achieve such achievements.

Zhao Lin is no longer worried about exposing his cultivation.

For one thing, apart from the fact that the leader of the Lingshan Sect is a blood-level warrior, which makes him a little afraid, there are almost no opponents in the entire Qinghe County.

Secondly, if I leave tomorrow, it doesn't matter what other people think.

"Hello, Brother Hong."

"So it's Brother Gu, long time no see."

Hong Sheng, the master of Shizimen, and Gu Chengzhi, the master of Qinghe Gate, sat at the same table and greeted each other.

Hong Sheng was in his early forties, with a resolute face and a calm demeanor, while Gu Chengzhi was younger and looked rather bookish.

The two are old acquaintances, and their cultivation bases are both at the third level of Qi.

Because among the four sects in Qinghe County, the heads of Lingshan Sect and Liuhe Sect are all blood masters, so talented young people are the first choice for these two sects.

Over the years, Shizimen and Qinghemen have been suppressed, so the two got closer.

Now that Zhu Huaishan is no longer alive, even though they expressed regret and condolences on the surface, they inevitably felt gloating in their hearts.

"Brother Hong, Zhao Lin from Liuhemen was still in the strength state when he left. It took less than a year to cultivate to the second level of the Qi state. How did you train?"

Gu Chengzhi covered his mouth with his hand and said in a low voice.

"Maybe he entered a famous sect, right? I heard that some sects can refine particularly powerful pills, which can help the strength realm to break through to the Qi realm in one fell swoop."

Hong Sheng thought for a while and replied.

"I've heard what Brother Hong said, but that kind of elixir is not something you can get casually, even in the big sect, it's a great treasure. That Zhao Lin is a boy from a mountain, what can he do!"

"I don't know, why don't you ask him?"

"Hey, I'm not familiar with him, and I'm afraid I won't tell outsiders about this kind of thing..."

The two of them were talking, when they suddenly heard the disciple singing: "Sect Leader Zheng from Lingshan has arrived!"

Everyone in the yard stood up and looked forward to the door.

Gao Yuan was greatly surprised, he stepped forward quickly, saluted and said: "Thank you, Senior Zheng, for coming here, and this junior is very grateful!"

Zheng Yuanzhuo, the head of the Lingshan School, is the only blood-level master in Qinghe County. After Zhu Huaishan passed away, his seniority status is the highest among the warriors.

Even if Zheng Yuanzhuo sent a random disciple here, others would not argue with him, and he never thought that he would come in person.

But Gao Yuan was surprised for another reason.

The relationship between Lingshan faction and Liuhemen is average, even a little bit at odds.

There are two blood-level warriors in Qinghe County, so they are often compared.

Zhu Huaishan is at the third level of the blood realm, one level higher than Zheng Yuanzhuo, and although the Lingshan sect is famous and famous, its disciples are mixed, and their reputation is not as good as Liuhemen.

The two also have a different meaning.

Especially last year when Chuliu injured a disciple of the Lingshan Sect in a brothel, the incident was not small. Although Zhu Huaishan took the initiative to ask Zheng Yuanzhuo to make amends afterwards, the two families have formed a relationship since then and have no contact with each other.

Zheng Yuanzhuo was able to come to watch the ceremony, and he brought three proud disciples with him. Gao Yuan had to respect his face, and when he saluted, he insisted on the junior salute.

Zheng Yuanzhuo accepted it frankly, and Hong Sheng said: "A few days ago, I was shocked to hear that my old friend passed away, and I was extremely sad. Fortunately, there are successors in Liuhemen, who have lived up to my old friend's hard work."

He said that he was extremely sad, but there was no trace of grief on his face.

Gao Yuan thanked again, and led Zheng Yuanzhuo and others to sit down.

Then he picked up the wine glass and said loudly: "Thank you for your support today, Mr. Gao's ability is low, and his cultivation is mediocre. I hope you will forgive me in the future."

After finishing speaking, he drank it all in one gulp, and everyone also picked up their wine glasses and drank it down.

Next, the food and wine were served on the table like flowing water, and the scene was quite lively.

At this moment, Liu Kaishan, the owner of the Kaishan Martial Arts Hall, suddenly stood up and said, "It's rare for us Qinghe martial artists to get together. It's not interesting to just eat and drink. Why don't we let the disciples go through a trick to warm up the scene?"

(End of this chapter)