Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 221 Leisure Cloud Hall

When Yang Lin and Zhao Lin returned to the inner courtyard, it was getting late, and the disciples guarding the mountain outside also came back one after another.

At the time of Haishi, Yang Lin summoned his disciples to the school grounds. The head of the school, Lu Chaohuan, the guardians of the sect, the elders of the various principals and other high-level officials of the Xingyun sect were also present.

"What happened? Why did you call us back all of a sudden?"

"I don't know, the battle is not small, and the masters are here..."

All the disciples were confused, discussing in low voices.

Zhao Lin naturally knew the reason, but he tactfully said nothing.

Yang Lin silently counted the number of people and made sure that there was no one missing. He turned his face and gave a wink, and then Lu Chaohuan and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bringing you back is to announce one thing. Starting today, everyone will return to the inner courtyard to practice, and there is no need to go outside to guard the mountain."

Yang Lin waved his hand, "It's getting late, everyone go back and rest."

"Yes."

The disciples bid farewell and left.

"Raging Flame Sect is simply deceiving people too much, we must seek justice!"

Although the law enforcement elder Fan Wenshu is nearly [-] years old, he still has a fiery temper, gnashing his teeth when he speaks, and his beard and hair are all stretched out.

Originally, it was not uncommon for countries to send spies to each other, but most of them were spying on secrets and gathering information. It was the first time that such a direct assassination of the other party's genius disciple had happened.

Lu Chaohuan stretched out two fingers, and said coldly: "Elder Fan, don't worry, there are two things. First, join forces with Liyang Sect and Zhennan Sect to conduct a thorough investigation at the same time to find out the ghosts of each sect."

"Secondly, the Raging Flame Sect must be punished and the mastermind behind the scenes must be handed over. If one of these two things cannot be done, I, the leader, will not do it either."

Zhang Zong, the guardian of Zuo who was in charge of intelligence, stood up immediately, "Master, the first thing to do is leave it to your subordinates. Within three days, these black sheep must be caught!"

Lu Chaohuan nodded first, then shook his head lightly, "Three days is too urgent, let's take ten days, you and Elder Fan will supervise this matter together, and try to catch everything."

Zhang Zong and Fan Wenshu clasped their fists at the same time and said, "Yes!"

Lu Chaohuan looked at Yang Lin, "Director Yang, you said that Zhao Lin killed five blood-level assassins by himself, and possessed the three attributes of wind, ice and thunder?"

Hearing this, several Dharma protectors and elders were startled, with expressions of disbelief.

"What, three types of true qi?"

"Brother Yang, did you read that right?"

"Impossible! There is one kind of true energy that is very rare, and there is no one who has all three attributes..."

Yang Lin smiled, "It's true, I just checked today."

"Zhao Lin, come in!"

His last sentence was to Zhao Lin who was waiting outside the school grounds.

Zhao Lin quickly walked back to the school grounds, and came to the head and the others.

There was a smile on Lu Chaohuan's face, and he said softly, "Zhao Lin, can I check your cultivation?"

Naturally, Zhao Lin couldn't refuse, and stretched out his palm, "Master Lu, please let me go."

Lu Chaohuan pointed at Zhao Lin's pulse gate, and released his vitality directly into the sea of ​​qi. His face changed immediately, and his expression was exactly the same as that of Yang Lin at that time.

"How about it? Let the old man take a look."

Fan Wenshu has the highest seniority, and he always talks casually with the head, so he couldn't help but urge him.

Lu Chaohuan had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

Not long after, several Dharma protectors and elders also tried it out, and they were all surprised from ear to ear.

Lu Chaohuan stroked his beard with his hands, and let out a long breath, "Our Yunzong is finally going to be a brighter day, and the head of the Yang Academy must teach him carefully and protect him thoroughly!"

Yang Lin nodded and said, "Don't worry, Sect Leader."

Zhao Lin felt relieved, thinking that the head of the sect should speak nicely, and he didn't want to experience such a thing as assassination again.

……

Early the next morning, Yang Lin sent someone to call Zhao Lin to Hongrong Pavilion.

"Don't you want to practice the method of driving different genital energy? I'll take you to meet someone."

After speaking, he took Zhao Lin to the top of the mountain and walked to a hidden and quiet building.

This building is built like a manor, with blue bricks and black tiles, antique, and there is a natural hot spring lake next to it, smoky, like a fairyland.

Zhao Lin came here for the first time and looked around curiously.

Yang Lin walked forward with his hands behind his back, and suddenly turned around and said, "I have a question for you. How do you say that the sect has so many martial arts skills?"

Zhao Lin thought for a while, and replied: "I think it should be created by martial arts masters who are proficient in martial arts."

He really thought about this question, but the motive was to seek longevity.

Practicing martial arts can temper the body and stimulate the potential, but after all, he will not live to be 20 years old.

Zhao Lin thought to himself, since the predecessors were able to explore many realms such as the Bleeding Realm, Yuan Realm, and Xiantian Realm, why couldn't he deduce a higher realm?

Instead of pinning your hopes on exercises that may not exist, it is better to do it yourself and have enough food and clothing.

Yang Lin raised his eyebrows and praised: "You're right! Most people who practice martial arts know what's going on, but don't know why."

"After learning a kung fu, I only know how to practice hard, but I never thought of becoming the person who created this kung fu."

"But there is still a kind of people in the world who are proficient in martial arts and know how to trace back to the source. They are true martial arts experts!"

As he spoke, he pointed forward, "This is the place where my Xingyunzong studied martial arts...Xianyuntang!"

Zhao Lin took a look at the door plaque of the manor, and seeing the three big characters of Xianyun Hall written in dragons and phoenixes, he understood in his heart that this is a place similar to a research institute in the sect.

The two walked while talking, and soon came to Xianyun Hall.

Yang Lin showed his waist card, and the gatekeeper let him go.

The inner courtyard of the manor is wide, with Chaoshou verandahs on both sides.

Elderly blood-level warriors, and even Yuan-level warriors can be seen everywhere on the road.

Some of these people sit and study hard with their books in their hands, some get together to discuss martial arts issues loudly, some pose in various weird poses, and don't know what kind of skills they are practicing...

Zhao Lin was surprised, feeling that they were not like brave warriors, but like scholars who were obsessed with research in the previous life.

Yang Lin said in a low voice: "These people are the kind of people I mentioned just now, and many of the sect's exercises were created and perfected by them."

"The person I'm taking you to meet is called Pan Yue, the former head of the inner courtyard, and now the head of Xianyun Hall."

Not long after, the two came to the backyard.

There is a rockery in the backyard, and next to it is a pear marble table. On the table are several inkstones and pen holders of various colors. An old man in white is holding a brush in his hand, and moves the brush like flying on a piece of white paper.

"Brother Yang, what wind brought you here?"

The white-clothed old man continued to write without raising his head.

Yang Lin didn't mind either, "Hehe" smiled, "Brother Pan, there is a disciple in the inner courtyard that I can't teach, so I ask you for help."

The old man in white sneered, "Brother Yang was joking, what kind of disciple can't you teach?"

Yang Lin didn't answer, and said to Zhao Lin, "This is Elder Pan."

Zhao Lin stepped forward, "Disciple Zhao Lin, I have met Elder Pan."

Elder Pan paused when he heard this, and looked up at Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin felt that the old man in white looked familiar, so he also looked up.

Looking at each other, both of them were stunned.

(End of this chapter)