Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 198

Xiao Jin's gold-cutting skill is as its name suggests, the strength is released, and a golden knife is formed on the outside of the palm, which is dazzling.

"Cutting gold and cutting jade is comparable to a sharp weapon!"

Zhao Lin took a light breath and said with deep emotion in his heart.

Xiao Jin's saber slashed across, dozens of shadows of Miao Tianfeng's fists disappeared in an instant, and the former was slightly better.

In fact, in terms of martial arts attainments, Miao Tianfeng is not inferior to Xiao Jin, but to a certain level in martial arts, especially when the strength is close, there is a situation of mutual generation and mutual restraint.

If you want to avoid being restrained, you have to deepen your skills and suppress the opponent with absolute strength. For example, water can overcome fire, but if a glass of water meets a car, it is also powerless.

Either practice a non-attribute technique, such as Shi Xiaoquan, and there will be no problem of birth control.

The competition on the field ended in a draw. Although Xiao Jin had a slight advantage, he couldn't defeat Miao Tianfeng within seven breaths.

Yang Lin was generally satisfied with this exam, and walked to the field and said: "The seven-breath battle is to train your spatial awareness and ability to change!"

"It's different today. The old style of two people fighting in open fields for hundreds of rounds is outdated."

Then he commented on the performance of each disciple one by one, and finally said: "Go back and practice hard, learn from each other's strengths and make up for your weaknesses, and come back next month!"

"Yes."

The disciples bid farewell and left one after another, and returned to the Herb Mountain where they were responsible for stationing.

"Zhao Lin, Zhong Yewu, Xiang Bao, Li Liang, the four of you stay here."

Yang Lin called Zhao Lin and other disciples who entered the inner court this year to his side, and said, "In two days, I will take you to a faraway place. The round trip will take about three to five days. If you have something to do, you can deal with it first."

Travel far?
The four of them were a little curious, but since Yang Lin didn't say anything, he didn't ask any questions, so they all nodded in response.

Zhao Lin didn't go back to the practice room directly, but sat down beside a big tree outside the school grounds, silently recalling what he saw and heard just now.

Which strengths of the disciples can be used for reference, and which weaknesses should be avoided.

The master leads the door, and the practice is personal.

Although Yang Lin taught well and the instructors were very responsible, but how to practice, he had to think about it himself.

After so many competitions today, what impressed him the most was: when his cultivation reached the blood level, the importance of exercises became more prominent, and it was difficult to beat opponents at the same level with just fist moves.

The strength of the four major disciples is indeed strong. Bending Mountain Fist, Flying Leaf Hand, Shaking Shadow Fist, and Cutting Gold Slash are all first-class and superior skills.

However, Zhao Lin did not feel that they were invincible, but full of confidence.

Xiao Jin is 28 years old this year, ten years older than himself, and the other three are also six or seven years older than him, and they still have time to catch up.

"If you want to make achievements in the martial arts competition, you must cultivate to the first level of the blood realm, otherwise the realm will be too different."

"There must be one or two powerful exercises, otherwise no matter how powerful or fast, the strength will be suppressed."

Back then when I was in the first level of the Qi realm, I had almost no opponents in the same realm. Now that I have reached the Blood realm, I am also confident to do this.

Near noon, a disciple in charge hurried over and said to Zhao Lin, "Junior Brother Zhao, someone is looking for you outside."

"Okay, I'll go now, thank you!"

Zhao Lin felt strange, walked out of the inner courtyard quickly, and saw a familiar figure standing outside the door, it was Gao Yuan, the elder brother of Liuhemen.

"Eldest brother, why are you here?"

Zhao Lin was overjoyed, stepped forward and grabbed Gao Yuan's arm and shook it vigorously.

"I'm here to study in the sect."

Gao Yuan said with a smile.

Zhao Lin understood as soon as he heard it. Zhu Huaishan passed away suddenly, and he didn't have time to pass on all the exercises and prescriptions to Gao Yuan.

As Liuhemen is a branch of Xingyunzong, it is reasonable for the inheritors to come and study.

"When did senior brother come? Where do you live now?"

"Just arrived today, it's in the outer courtyard."

"Is Mistress alright?"

"Don't worry, it's alright!"

"How long do you expect to stay here, brother?"

"About a month."

Meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, while the two were happy, they chatted non-stop along the way.

When it was time for lunch, Zhao Lin invited Gao Yuan to his mansion.

The servants had already prepared the meals, and Zhao Lin ordered someone to add a pair of chopsticks.

He was about to speak when he suddenly sensed that Gao Yuan's Qi and blood were different from before, and he said in surprise, "Brother, have you broken through to the third level of Qi?"

"You saw it."

Gao Yuan smiled, "I am not worthy of my name as the sect master. Maybe I was stimulated. I just broke through last month, and now I am stabilizing my realm."

Zhao Lin picked up the teacup and replaced wine with tea, "Congratulations, brother!"

Gao Yuan raised his glass and touched him, and said with a wry smile: "My family knows about my family affairs, and it is a fluke to be able to enter the third level of the Qi state, and I can't count on the blood state."

"Speaking of which, you are the best. I went to the Elephant Dance Academy to look for you in the morning. I was told that there is no one named Zhao Lin in the Elephant Dance Academy, but there is one in the inner courtyard."

He said with emotion: "I remember that you only entered the school the year before last, and you have cultivated to the blood level in more than two years. It sounds like a dream."

Zhao Lin said in a deep voice: "Brother, don't mention this matter to others."

Looking at Zhao Lin's expression, Gao Yuan knew that he didn't want to publicize, so he said solemnly, "Don't worry, Junior Brother."

After lunch, Gao Yuan got up to say goodbye, "Junior brother, I have to learn the exercises with the deacon in the afternoon, so don't bother me for now."

"Okay, I'll take it to you."

Zhao Lin was about to go home to visit, so he sent Gao Yuan to the outer courtyard, and then went down the mountain.

……

"Qiu'er, call me uncle."

Zhao Lin was in the courtyard of his home, teasing his nephew in his arms.

In July this year, my sister-in-law gave birth to a fat boy for my brother, and the family loved it very much.Because it was the day of the beginning of autumn, I took a nickname Qiu'er.

"It's only been two months, and I still can't speak."

Brother Zhao Shan said happily.

I don't know why, it's fine for anyone in the family to hug Qiu'er, but Zhao Shan couldn't stop crying when he hugged her, so he could only watch helplessly from the sidelines, feeling so greedy.

Qiu'er looks pink and fleshy, with a nose and mouth like Zhao Shan's, with delicate eyebrows and eyes like his mother's, and she is giggling in Zhao Lin's arms at the moment.

"The meal is ready, you two come in and eat." Sister-in-law Xiulan walked out of the room and said to the two with a smile.

During the meal, the family discussed the matter of naming the child.

Zhao's mother said: "This little baby is two months old, and I have never thought of a name. Lin'er, help me think of a good name."

Zhao Lin glanced at his elder brother and said with a smile: "The parents give the child's name, I don't really understand it."

Zhao Shan scratched his hair, "We can't read a few big characters, I'm afraid it will be ruined."

The sister-in-law said: "I don't understand either, it's not appropriate to mention a few."

At this time, Zhao's father said, "There is a teacher in the workshop. I showed him my grandson's horoscope. He helped me to name it. Listen to it."

Zhao Lin put down his chopsticks and asked curiously, "What's your name?"

"Zhao Benshan!"

Zhao Lin almost spit out a mouthful of rice, and coughed hard twice.

Father Zhao asked in surprise, "Why, this name is not good?"

Zhao Lin took a sip of water, calmed down, and said, "This name...is pretty good, but my brother's name has a mountain in it, so it's not appropriate for father and son to share the same word?"

"There is a saying that a son does not speak of his father's name, and a disciple does not speak of his teacher's taboo."

Father Zhao slapped his thigh, "Ouch" shouted: "I really didn't expect this, and I don't blame the teacher. I didn't tell him. I'll ask him tomorrow."

Zhao Lin nodded, looked at his pink nephew, and thought, "No matter how you look at it, this little face won't grow into a shoehorn, right?"

(End of this chapter)