Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 225 South Luo City

The sixth day of March, the day of departure.

Xingyunzong's battle for the martial arts competition this time is quite large: the leader Lu Chaohuan personally leads the team, in addition to the forty-odd disciples from the inner courtyard and Yang Lin, the head of the courtyard, there are also five elders from the Wuxiang Academy, and two retired A veteran of the sect for many years.

In the past few months, the top twelve disciples in the inner court have all practiced hard.

Zhao Lin was no exception, almost to the point where he forgot to sleep and eat, and felt as if he had returned to the days when he was sprinting for the college entrance examination in his previous life.

After all, the matter is of great importance. The martial arts competition is not only related to personal future, but also closely related to the rise and fall of the sect, and even the fate of the country of Dayue.

Five parties will participate in the court: Dayue in the Central Plains, Wushu in the North, Wuche in the Northwest, Weizi in the Western Regions, and Xiuzhao in the South.

In terms of record over the years, Dai Viet is undoubtedly the strongest, but its strength has declined in the past 200 years, and now the first echelons are Wushu and Weizi.

Dayue and Wuche came next, and Xiuzhao was the weakest.

However, Xiuzhao has the smallest territory and the fewest people, and the Martial Arts Competition will allocate resources according to the results of the battle, but there is still a surplus.

In the early days, the Martial Arts Tournament was always held in Dai Viet, but later it was changed to take turns to be the host of each country. This year, the host is Xiu Chao.

Dayue mobilized manpower and material resources early on to arrange the food, clothing, housing and transportation on the road. Every time the people went to a state, local officials would pick them up.

All the way southward, the weather gradually warmed up and arrived at the border between the two countries in mid-March.

There is a white marble platform at the junction of the border. On the platform is a huge copper pillar about three feet high and as thick as two people hugging each other.

The copper pillar looks old, and the mottled surface is engraved with ancient seal characters.

"What a big pillar, is it a boundary marker?"

"It's not like, how can the boundary marker be so big?"

"Could it be a watchtower..."

The disciples discussed curiously.

Without saying a word, Lu Chaohuan rode his horse to the stone platform, got off his horse, climbed up the stone steps, and bowed three times to the copper pillar.

Yang Lin, the five elders, and the two elders also stepped forward to pay homage with solemn faces.

The disciples didn't know why, but since the seniors of the sect did this, they all followed suit.

After everyone stood up, Lu Chaohuan asked, "Do you know what this copper pillar is?"

"Disciple doesn't know."

"It must have an extraordinary history, right?"

All the disciples answered one after another.

"This copper pillar is indeed of extraordinary origin..."

Lu Chaohuan stroked his beard with his hands, his expression lost in memory, and he slowly said why.

It turns out that this copper pillar was erected by Ma Ling, the famous Zhennan general in the history of the Central Plains.

More than 2000 years ago, there was turmoil in the Central Plains, and Xiuzhao took the opportunity to launch a rebellion.

The rebel army invaded the border, burned and killed all the way, and smashed more than [-] cities in a row. The arrogance was extremely arrogant, and they claimed that the two provinces of Guangnan were both the land of Xiuzhao.

The emperor ordered Ma Ling to lead the army to the south to suppress the rebellion, so Ma Ling led the army to drive for more than a thousand miles, smashed the rebel army, beheaded more than ten thousand, and countless begged for surrender.

Taking advantage of the victory, Ma Ling attacked and invaded the royal court of Xiuzhao, beheaded the leader of the rebel army, and spread his head to the Central Plains. The imperial court named him Marquis of Pingyuan.

Twenty years later, Xiuzhao rebelled again, and the Marquis of Pingyuan, who was over 20 years old, put on his armor and attacked the royal court again, killing heads and blood.

When the class teacher returned to the court, Ma Ling erected a copper pillar on the border, and the inscription read: "The bronze pillar is broken, and the Xiuzhao is destroyed."

After hearing this, the disciples all went forward to look at it, and they couldn't help being awed when they saw these six characters engraved on the bottom of the copper pillar.

"The old general is mighty."

"Excellent, show me the prestige of the Central Plains."

Zhao Lin remained silent. Every time he heard about these heroic deeds, he always felt a surge of emotion and excitement.

"The people of Xiuzhao hated this pillar to death, but no one dared to move it."

Lu Chaohuan said indifferently, "Senior is so heroic, so the younger generation can't lose their reputation, right?"

"Yes!"

The disciples responded in unison and spontaneously bowed down to the copper pillar again.

Martial men from the Yuan Realm crossed the border, and according to the rules, they had to notify the other party in advance, and the officials stationed at the border sent someone to send a letter, and within half a day, the elders of the Xiuzhao Lotus Sect came to welcome them.

"Master Lu, I haven't seen you for a few years, but I still look good."

Elder Ruan of the Lotus Sect was an old acquaintance with Lu Chaohuan, Yang Lin and the others, and they met and chatted for a while before leading everyone on their way.

Entering Xiuzhao's territory, Zhao Lin observed silently, and found that the appearance of Xiuzhao people was somewhat similar to that of people from the Central Plains of Dayue.

The difference is that the face is flat, the bridge of the nose is wide, the mouth is large, the cheekbones protrude from the wide face, the stature is thin and short, and most people have darker skin.

Apart from the above minor differences, they look similar in appearance.

The language and customs are also basically the same as Dai Viet.

This is not unusual. Xiuzhao was originally a vassal state of Dai Viet and had been under the rule of Dai Viet for thousands of years. It used to call itself a "Little Central Plains".

Since the recovery of vitality and the great prosperity of martial arts, Xiuzhao finally broke free from the shackles of Dayue and became a country on his own.

But also because of this relationship, compared to Wushu Wuche and other countries, Xiuzhao has the most hostility towards Dayue.

In a few days, everyone came to the capital of Xiuzhao: Nanluo.

"I'm wronged to stay here for a few days, and wait for the other two sects of your country to arrive, and then go to Lianhua Mountain together."

Elder Ruan led everyone to a mansion in the south of the city, and said very politely.

"Thank you Elder Ruan for your hospitality."

Lu Chaohuan laughed and said, "Unexpectedly, my Yunzong is the farthest from here, but I am the first to arrive."

The mansion is beautifully and luxuriously furnished, and the pavilions and pavilions are quite old-fashioned. There are also school grounds and practice rooms for warriors to practice.

The servants and maids have been strictly trained and serve with all their heart. They don't say a word that shouldn't be said. The food is also compared with Da Viet dishes, and the taste is quite delicious.

It was the first time for the disciples to come to Xiuzhao, and they could barely feel at ease practicing kung fu during the day, but after all, the young minds couldn't hold back at night.

A few brave ones came forward to discuss with Lu Chaohuan and Yang Lin, saying they wanted to go out for a stroll.

Lu Chaohuan was kind and agreed to let him go, but he just told him: "Don't cause trouble when you go out, don't do anything to others, come back earlier."

"Yes!"

"Thank you, Sect Master!"

All the disciples were overjoyed, they rushed out of the mansion in a swarm, groups of three, groups of five, and wandered around the city in several groups.

Zhao Lin, Xiang Bao, Zhong Yewu, and Li Liang from the outer court entered the inner court in the same year and got to know each other relatively well, so they got together to walk together this time.

Xiang Bao suggested: "I heard that Jianhu Street in Nanluo is the busiest, let's go there and have a look."

The Xiang family is a martial arts family, and the elders in the family know a lot about places other than the Central Plains, and Xiang Bao has already inquired clearly.

Zhao Lin and the others had no objections, so they asked someone for directions and headed to Jianhu Street.

Nanluo is a thousand-year-old city. In terms of prosperity, it is slightly inferior to Yongning City, but the exotic atmosphere has its own differences.

The weather in Xiuzhao was hot, and March was not yet the busy season for farming. Although the sky was getting dark, there were crowds of people on the street, the lights were brightly lit, and it was very lively.

Zhao Lin, Li Liang, Xiang Bao, and Zhong Yewu were all tall and strong, mighty and vigorous, walking among the crowd like chickens standing out from the crowd.

It is very rare to see such a heroic man in Nanluo City, many young women stopped to watch, and even more boldly cast their glances like water.

(End of this chapter)