Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 265 Dipin Linggen
Zhao Lin was taken aback. He also reacted in the same way when he met a good spirit in the spirit beast map, but now he has a "stone" in his hand, not a living thing, so why suck it?

Do you want to absorb the spiritual energy inside?

My mind raced, and I knew that this must not be done at this time and this place, so I hurriedly returned the spirit stone to He Shaoqun.

There are many magical treasures and spirits in the world of cultivating immortals. If you have abnormalities on your body, it will inevitably attract suspicion from outsiders, but it is not as easy to get away with it as in this world.

He Shaoqun was stunned for a moment, and asked doubtfully, "Brother, don't you want to watch it now?"

Zhao Lin's heart was shaken, his face was as calm as usual, and he said with a smile: "Brother likes it very much, but I'm afraid I won't want to let go of it."

The teenagers all laughed when they heard this, and Senior Brother Xun couldn't help but smile too.

After dinner, everyone put away the leftover dishes and chopsticks. As the sky gradually darkened, several teenagers yawned again.

Senior Brother Xun took a look outside the Taoist Temple, and said leisurely: "Those two will arrive tomorrow, Senior Brother won't be guarding, so you should rest earlier."

Everyone responded and went back to their rooms.

The moon climbed over the treetops and shone through the windows into the house.

Zhao Lin lay on the bed with his clothes on, listening to the subtle snoring sounds from the rooms on both sides, he felt a long-lost peace in his heart.

Silent all night.

The next day, everyone got up to wash and felt a little bored, so they went to the temple together and accompanied Senior Brother Xun to wait for the two disciples.

They waited until noon, but neither of them showed up.

Zhao Lin took four more juniors and juniors to the city for dinner. When he came back, he saw a tall young man in a slanted collar robe standing in front of the Taoist temple, talking to Senior Brother Xun.

"Another one!"

Zhu Cong jumped up and ran over, and the others also quickened their pace.

When he approached, he saw that the young man had a mature appearance, his hands and feet had grown up, his frame was thick, his cheeks were flushed on both sides, but his eyes were very clear.

Zhao Lin's heart moved, thinking that this young man did not look like a person from the Central Plains.

He has participated in martial arts competitions many times and met many foreign races. Judging from the appearance of this young man, he is probably from northern Wushu.

"Senior brother, what's your name?" Zhu Cong ran over and asked.

The tall and strong boy looked down at Zhu Cong, and replied in jerky Central Plains dialect, "My name is Tong Mu."

"Surname copper?"

Zhu Cong looked curious, "And this surname?"

Senior Brother Xun explained with a smile: "It's not the copper of copper and iron, but a single person with the word Dong added. He is a Di person."

"Di Ren? No wonder he looks different from us."

Several teenagers suddenly realized.

Now the Martial Arts is flourishing in Dayue, and the surrounding countries dare not interfere, and the few teenagers are not hostile to Tong Mu, they just ask him about his origin.

Tong Mu was a little cautious at first, but seeing everyone's friendly attitude, he gradually relaxed and told his story one by one.

As Zhao Lin guessed, Tong Mu was from Wushu, the son of a herdsman. His father died in a tribal conflict when he was three years old, his mother was taken to another tribe to remarry, and he himself became a slave of the nobles.

He has been herding sheep since he was a child, until the garrison monk passed by and found out that he is a low-grade spiritual root of both wind and wood...

After everyone listened, they looked at Li Sancai in unison. Their experiences were somewhat similar, but in comparison, Li Sancai was worse.

Zhao Lin took out two baskets of steamed buns from his bag, and patted Tong Mu on the shoulder, "You came just in time, the stuff is still hot."

Seeing that Zhao Lin was a bit older than the boys, Tong Mu thought he was a garrison monk, and quickly bent down to take it, "Thank you... Taoist priest."

Everyone laughed when they heard the words, but Tong Mu looked blank, not knowing what he said was wrong.

Zhao Lin didn't take it seriously, shook his head lightly and said, "I don't dare to be the Taoist priest, just call me Senior Brother Zhao."

Only then did Tong Mu realize that Zhao Lin, like them, was also a disciple who was about to start.

"Thank you, Brother Zhao."

Tong Mu changed his words to thank him, then picked up the buns, and ate them one by one.

Except for Zhao Lin, the teenagers present were dealing with a foreign race for the first time, and they had never been to the northern grassland, so they all pestered Tong Mu to tell him the story of the grassland.

It's a pity that Tong Mu has to deal with cattle and sheep all day long, and his life is very boring. After talking dryly for a while, the teenagers fell asleep.

Senior Brother Xun stood outside the Taoist temple, looking into the distance frequently, as if he paid a lot of attention to the last person.

Zhao Lin thought to himself: "There are six people now, three with low-level spiritual roots and three with middle-level spiritual roots. I don't know what rank the last person is?"

As soon as this idea came up, I heard senior brother Xun's laughter from outside: "Brother Hong, you are finally here!"

Everyone rushed out of the Taoist temple one after another, and saw a Taoist priest leading a young man in a blue shirt walking up the avenue.

Needless to say, the boy in the blue shirt is the last disciple.

I saw him tall and straight, with delicate features, wearing a gown with a round neck and narrow sleeves, a leather belt around his waist, and black boots. He was dressed like a warrior.

Zhao Lin was surprised, everyone was accompanied by himself or his family members, only this young man was sent off by the garrison monk himself.

It seems that this person's spiritual root level is not low!

The Taoist surnamed Hong exchanged greetings with Senior Brother Xun for a while, and said with a smile, "I've delivered the man, and I'll hand it over to Junior Brother Xun later."

Senior Brother Xun cupped his hands: "Senior Brother Hong, don't worry."

The Taoist surnamed Hong nodded, glanced at the young man, and strode away.

"Brother, what's your name?"

"What grade is the spiritual root?"

As soon as the Taoist surnamed Hong left, the crowd surrounded the blue-shirted boy and asked questions in one go.

The blue-shirted boy seemed to have seen the big scene before, and he didn't panic. He cupped his hands slightly and said, "My name is Lin Chaoran, and I am a local spiritual root."

"Land goods!"

Everyone exclaimed for a while, with a look of envy and surprise in their eyes.

Zhao Lin understood in his heart that the spiritual root of the earth was extremely scarce, and the sect also attached great importance to it, no wonder there was a special escort.

"Junior brother Lin, which sect do you practice martial arts in?"

Lin Chaoran was full of Qi and blood, and Zhao Lin immediately sensed that he was at the second level of Qi training.

To cultivate to such a level at such an age, one must be a disciple of the three sects.

Since he is not in Xingyunzong, he should be either Liyangzong or Zhennanzong.

Sure enough, Lin Chaoran frowned, and said in surprise: "Senior brother has good eyesight, I am a disciple of Liyangzong Hanguangyuan."

The Hanguang Academy of the Liyang Sect is equivalent to the Wuxiang Academy of the Xingyun Sect, both of which are places where gifted disciples gather.

"This Lin Chaoran is a real dragon and phoenix among men, and he has both talents in martial arts and Taoism."

Lin Chaoran was also looking at Zhao Lin, but he couldn't see the depth of his cultivation, so he asked, "Brother Zhao also practices martial arts?"

Zhao Lin replied vaguely: "I have studied for a few years."

The seven disciples arrived, and they were lined up sequentially. Zhao Lin was the big brother who did his part. Tong Mu from Wushu was 16 years old and ranked second.

Li Sancai, Lin Chaoran, and He Shaoqun are all 15 years old. In terms of month, Lin Chaoran is the oldest, followed by He Shaoqun. Li Sancai only knows his own age, but not the exact date of birth, so he is willing to be at the bottom.

Below that are 14-year-old Bai He and 12-year-old Zhu Cong.

Senior Brother Xun looked around at the crowd and said with a smile, "When everyone is here, we will go to sea tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)