Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 231 Gathering

"Lu Yuanxiu?"

Xiang Bao stopped his chopsticks, and blurted out: "Of course I've heard of it. Senior Lu is extremely talented, and won the leader of the martial arts competition twice in a row before the age of 30."

"Later, he became the head of the sect, cultivated to the Xiantian state, and became a master of a generation. The Tianshuang Fist you practiced was passed down from him."

Zhao Lin was surprised and said, "It's so powerful."

Xiang Bao said seriously: "Of course, Senior Lu is the most outstanding warrior in the past 200 years of my Dai Viet, and none of the three sects can surpass him."

"amazing!"

Zhao Lin suddenly thought of a question, and said, "Brother Xiang, I remember that the halls of the Elephant Dance Courtyard and the inner courtyard are enshrined with tablets of the heads of previous generations. Why is the name of Senior Lu not seen?"

Xiang Bao hesitated for a moment, and replied: "Senior Lu has only been the head of the sect for ten years. For some unknown reason, he suddenly retired in his prime."

"It was said that he went to travel around the world, but he has disappeared since then, so he didn't put up a memorial tablet."

After hearing this, Zhao Lin asked: "After so many years, people should be gone, right?"

Xiang Bao said: "He is definitely gone, but if he has not received the news of his death, it is not easy to set up a memorial tablet, so he simply does not set up a memorial tablet, and only records his life achievements in the Qilin Pavilion of the Zongmen."

After speaking, he gave Zhao Lin a strange look, "Why did you ask about Senior Lu?"

Zhao Lin then told about Lu Yuanxiu's lettering under the recliner.

"Good omen!"

Xiang Bao patted the table, and said with a smile, "Is this a coincidence? You live in the same residence as Senior Lu, and there is a will in the dark. Maybe you can be happy and win the championship in one fell swoop!"

"Let me borrow a good word from you."

Zhao Lin also said with a smile, "But I don't dare to hope to win the championship, I only hope that I can walk down from the ring completely..."

At this time, a bald disciple walked into the dining hall, saw Zhao Lin at a glance, and walked straight over.

Zhao Lin and Xiang Bao stopped talking and looked at the man.

Although this disciple has a bald head, he has sword eyebrows and star eyes, a straight nose and a straight mouth, and looks very handsome.

Zhao Lin looked more and more familiar, and suddenly remembered that this person was Liu Feiyang from Zhennanzong.

This guy used to have long hair, why did he shave his head bald?
At that time, Yang Lin asked himself to teach him a lesson, so he plucked his hair.

Is this stimulated?
Zhao Lin sat without moving, secretly on guard.

"Brother Zhao, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you here all right?"

Liu Feiyang came to the table and said with a smile on his face, with a gentle and calm expression, as if he had completely forgotten what happened before.

Zhao Lin was slightly taken aback, thinking which song is this singing?
"Brother Liu, what are you?"

Liu Feiyang put away his smile, and said solemnly: "If Brother Zhao hadn't woken up that day, I would still be obsessed and obsessed with studying the path."

He pointed to his bald head as he said, "My little brother cut his hair and devoted himself to hard work. In the past six months, he has finally made some progress. I am here today to thank you."

Zhao Lin could hear the sincerity in his words, and replied: "I dare not take it seriously, speaking of it, it was a bit harsh that day."

Liu Feiyang quickly waved his hand, "It's not serious, it's not a serious setback, maybe my little brother hasn't woken up yet."

Having said that, lower your voice: "Brother Zhao, can you take a step to speak?"

Zhao Lin took a look at Xiang Bao, and said, "This brother Xiang is my best friend, brother Liu, but it doesn't matter."

Liu Feiyang hesitated for a moment, then took out two folded papers from his cuffs and handed them over.

Zhao Lin took it curiously, opened it, and saw on the paper the cultivation experience of wind attribute skills and how to use body skills, he couldn't help being stunned.

"How do you know that I have wind energy?"

Liu Feiyang said with a smile: "Brother Zhao's qi and blood have a hint of lightness and escape, others may not be able to see it, but this little disciple is born with a constitution of wind, how can he not detect it?"

"How does this work? Does your sect allow it?"

Zhao Lin said so, but his hands tightly gripped the two pages of paper.

Although Liu Feiyang practiced too much, he has only studied light-weight exercises for so many years, and he has reached the point of proficiency. The experience he summed up is definitely worth watching!
"Made! It doesn't involve my own martial arts, it's just some comprehension of my younger brother."

Liu Feiyang explained, "The court meeting is coming soon, I hope it can benefit Brother Zhao."

"Thank you!" Zhao Lin solemnly clasped his fists.

"It's a trivial matter, don't be polite."

After chatting for a few more words, Liu Feiyang took his leave and left.

Zhao Lin put away the paper and sat down again.

Xiang Bao rubbed his chin, looked at Liu Feiyang's back and said, "I think he is more handsome than before with his bald head."

……

That night, the heads of the three sects summoned their disciples to discuss matters in the main hall.

But not all the disciples, only the twelve disciples from the Xingyun Sect who participated in the martial arts competition, and the eleven disciples from the Liyang Sect and Zhennan Sect each.

Originally, there were only 32 places for Dayue, but Huo Shan, the elder of Raging Flame Sect, sent people to assassinate Zhao Lin and Basang, but the assassination failed and the news leaked.

Dayue and Wuche forced Lieyanzong to compensate a large amount of money and rare medicinal herbs, and also took out six places in the martial arts competition to appease the public's anger.

Da Yue was allocated two quotas, one for each of the Liyang Sect and the Zhennan Sect.

The main hall was clean and tidy, and there were many round seats made of cattail grass on the floor. The disciples walked in one after another and sat down in the seats of their respective sects.

When everyone arrived, Lu Chaohuan said, "Everyone, I have called you here this time because there is an important matter."

The disciples guessed that it must be related to the martial arts competition, but they didn't know what it was.

The three masters didn't speak, each took out a stack of books and tossed them lightly, and the books flew towards the disciples as if they had eyes.

The disciples took it in their hands, opened it, and immediately exclaimed.

Zhao Lin was also very surprised. He didn't expect that the three major sects had collected so much information about their opponents, and they were so detailed that they even listed their weaknesses.

With this thing, you can plan targeted tactics before the battle, maximize your strengths and avoid weaknesses, and definitely increase your chances of winning.

He turned his head and asked Xiang Shaofeng: "Brother Xiang, did we have this before?"

Xiang Shaofeng said: "Yes, but not in such detail. It seems that we have finally learned to be smart."

The disciples praised it repeatedly as if they had found a treasure.

Jiang Tiancheng, the head of the Liyang Sect, said in a deep voice: "This matter must be kept absolutely secret, and you must not tell outsiders. Today I will give you two hours to recite it."

"Look at it again tomorrow, and then take it back and destroy it."

Everyone immediately stopped discussing and concentrated on reading.

The hall was extremely quiet, only the sound of pages turning, and breathing could be heard.

Having practiced martial arts to the blood level, his eyes and ears are clear, and his memory is beyond ordinary people. Zhao Lin calmed down and turned over the pages one by one, memorizing the contents of the book in his heart.

When I turned to the last page, I saw four chief disciples.

"Bolta, McQueen, Li Taiqing..."

Zhao Lin was startled, isn't Li Taiqing the one who pushed him from the weapons shop?

For the past two days, Zhao Lin has been thinking about whether he can beat Li Taiqing if he really fights.

It turned out that he was Xiuzhao's strongest disciple.

(End of this chapter)