Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 263 A bit of vicissitudes, a bit of emotion

"I have no father, no mother, and I have no name..."

Li Sancai was the last one to narrate the story. As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone was surprised.

It turned out that Li Sancai lost his parents when he was born. He survived by relying on the leftovers from neighbors and picking up garbage. He lived on the streets at a young age.

At the beginning of the year, he had a serious illness and was dying on the side of the road. It happened that the garrison monks were passing by on inspection and found that this beggar covered in malignant sores actually had spiritual roots, so they brought him back to the Taoist temple for treatment.

Half a month later, Li Sancai recovered slowly, and the garrison monk told him the truth and asked him if he would like to become an immortal.

Li Sancai was grateful, and naturally agreed.

The garrison monk asked him what his name was, and Li Sancai said that he did not have a name, nor did he know his parents' surnames.

It is difficult for the garrison monks to have a name before entering, right?
Li Sancai asked the garrison monk what his last name was.

The garrison monk said: "My surname is Li."

Li Sancai said: "The Immortal Master is my reborn parents, so my surname is Li too."

Although the garrison monk felt that this was absurd, he couldn't refuse. After thinking for a while, he said, "You have the three spiritual roots of water, fire, and earth. From now on, you should be called Li Sancai."

Zhu Cong, He Shaoqun, and Bai He all felt sympathy when they heard this, and spoke words of comfort one after another.

Everyone chatted for a while, Senior Brother Xun walked over from the main hall, hesitantly said: "On weekdays I am the only one living here, and I never light a fire to cook. It is a problem for you to eat."

Zhao Lin understood as soon as he heard it, and took the initiative to say: "I have silver taels with me, so I'm going out to buy some food."

Senior Brother Xun nodded and said, "Then I will trouble my junior brother."

Zhu Cong immediately called out: "I'll go with Senior Brother Zhao."

Zhao Lin glanced at him with a smile, "Yes, but it's a long way to go."

Zhu Cong said: "I happened to be walking on the road, and it's very stuffy here."

He Shaoqun said: "It's a bit boring, I'll go too."

Zhao Lin nodded, looked at Li Sancai and Bai He, both said they wanted to go.

"Okay, let's go together!"

Zhao Lin waved his hand to call a few people, and asked Senior Brother Xun before leaving: "What do you like to eat, Senior Brother? I'll bring it back later."

Brother Xun shook his head and said, "After cultivating the Tao, if you don't eat ordinary food, you don't have to worry about me."

Zhao Lin didn't ask any more questions, and left the Taoist temple with his four younger brothers and sisters, heading straight for the county seat.

Walking on the road, Bai He suddenly said: "Brother Zhao, are you a martial artist?"

Zhao Lin glanced at her, thinking that this girl has good eyesight, and asked, "How can you tell?"

Bai He said: "I see that senior brother's body is very light when he walks, but his feet are very stable. My elder brother has been practicing martial arts in the martial arts hall, and his walking posture and gait are very similar to senior brother's."

Zhao Lin nodded, "You are quite accurate, senior brother, I have indeed practiced boxing and kicking for a few days."

The Taoist temple is more than ten miles away from the county seat, and it took nearly an hour to enter the city.

After Zhao Lin inquired a bit, he brought everyone to the best restaurant in the county, asked for a private room, and ordered twenty dishes in one sitting.

He Shaoqun, Bai He, and Li Sancai knew that eating here must have cost a lot, and they expressed their thanks one after another, even the youngest Zhu Cong said: "Let the senior brother spend the money."

Zhao Lin thought that these four juniors and juniors had good character, and said with a smile, "When we arrive in Xuanyuan Continent, these real gold and silver will probably be useless. Spend them earlier so as not to be a burden on you."

It was already past noon at this time, there were not many diners in the store, and the food was served quickly.

Everyone was already hungry, especially a few teenagers, who were at the age of "half a child, eat a poor old man", and they all started to eat.

Zhao Lin observed silently, and found that several teenagers were eating vigorously, but Bai He didn't move his chopsticks much.

At first, he thought the woman had a small appetite, but he soon noticed that her face was a little strange, her brows were slightly frowned, and one hand was pressed on her lower abdomen.

Zhao Lin probably had a guess in his heart. He picked up his nose and smelled a trace of blood in his breath, so he knew what was going on.

"Dude..."

Zhao Lin called his buddy and ordered a bowl of motherwort stewed old hen soup in a low voice.

After a while, the chicken soup was served.

When Bai He saw the motherwort in the chicken soup, he was stunned for a moment, and then secretly glanced at Zhao Lin.

Zhao Lin remained motionless, and lowered his head to eat the food.

Bai He felt relieved, finally picked up the bowl, and poured a bowl of soup for herself.

After finishing drinking, he filled another bowl with unsatisfactory meaning.

After drinking two bowls of chicken soup, his face looked much better.

After lunch, Zhao Lin thought that he was too lazy to go on another trip at night, so he packed up the leftovers and bought five drawers of steamed stuffed buns, and took them back with him.

After this journey, the teenagers were a little tired when they returned to Zhenyang Temple, and they all yawned and went back to their rooms to rest.

Zhao Lin picked a well-lit room, tidied it up briefly, closed the doors and windows, and sat down cross-legged.

He took out a "Xiantian Pill" from his bosom, swallowed it, and started practicing exercises.

Although he is about to cultivate immortality, Zhao Lin is not ready to give up martial arts.

He asked Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing about the combat power of Qi Refining Realm monks.

According to the two of them, the physical strength of a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm is not as strong as that of a warrior in the Xiantian Realm who has been reborn.

Before mastering spells proficiently, monks in the Qi Refining Realm are only stronger and stronger than ordinary people.

If we make a horizontal comparison, the monks in the early stage of Qi refining are stronger than the warriors of the blood realm, and the monks in the middle stage of Qi refining are stronger than the warriors of the Yuan realm.

But if the distance between the two sides is within seven steps, then a blood-level warrior can even kill a monk in the mid-stage of Qi refining.

It's a bit like a confrontation between hot and cold weapons.

Zhao Lin is the Martial Sect of the Xiantian Realm, as long as he can get close, he can even fight against the monks in the late stage of Qi Refining.

So for now, martial arts is his ability to settle down.

The Xiantian pill that Zhao Lin took was prepared by himself after discussing it with the people in the Medicine Pavilion.

The elixir contains four medicinal properties of water, fire, earth, and ice. Others can hurt their bodies after taking it. Only Zhao Lin has a picture of a spirit beast, who can easily refine the medicinal power.

When the sun was setting to the west, Zhu Cong, He Shaoqun and others came out of the room one after another.

Everyone had nothing to do, so they went to chat in the front yard. The place is spacious and transparent, and you can see the mountains in the distance.

Brother Xun stood outside the door for a long time, seeing that no one had come, he also went into the courtyard to talk to everyone.

The young people got together and were about to go to Cheng Huazong. The topics they talked about were naturally related to Taoism, and they imagined that one day they would be able to fly into the sky and escape from the earth, and cast beans into soldiers.

Senior Brother Xun didn't intervene, but just listened silently from the sidelines, with a bit of vicissitudes and emotion in his expression.

Zhao Lin can probably guess his mood. At the beginning of martial arts, there is no one who does not want to cultivate to the blood realm, or even the first in the world, but there are very few people who actually achieve it.

"Brother Xun, how many years have you been here?"

Zhao Lin went to Senior Brother Xun and sat down, chatted for a while, and then realized that he was in charge of Qizhou and Yunzhou, looking for people with spiritual roots, and had been stationed here for three years.

"It's a pity that this year's luck is not good, and I didn't find any of them."

Senior Brother Xun laughed at himself and sighed softly.

(End of this chapter)