Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 273 Dao Heart
The dining hall is spacious and bright, clean and tidy, and its style is not much different from ordinary ones.

Several guys dressed in green clothes and short skirts were busy, bringing out the freshly prepared meals and putting them in a long row for the diners to choose by themselves, which was a bit like a buffet.

The teenagers were already so hungry that they went to the cabinet to fill up the food.

Zhao Lin was also a little hungry. After looking around, he saw that there was a supply of noodles. Remembering that he hadn't eaten noodles for a long time, he went to the waiter and asked for a big bowl of noodles, and turned around and took a sea bowl for stew.

As he was walking back with the brine, a young man who couldn't name his name saw the sea bowl in Zhao Lin's hand and said in surprise, "Senior brother, you eat such a big bowl!"

Zhao Lin looked down and explained: "The bowl is stewed, and the noodles are over there."

He pointed to his seat.

"what……"

The young man was so surprised that he couldn't speak when he saw the big basin full of it on the table.

If it were someone else, he would definitely laugh and sarcasm, but Zhao Lin has been in a high position in the past few years, the so-called shifting energy, nourishing the body, unconsciously exuding majesty, so that he dare not make fun of it casually.

Zhao Lin didn't pay attention to his gaze, sat down and poured marinade on the noodles, and started to eat.

Just after taking two bites, there was a commotion outside the dining hall.

Then, talking and laughing, walked in twenty or thirty boys and girls.

The two teenagers looked at each other and were stunned for a moment, but they immediately understood who the other party was.

Uncle Wu mentioned before that among the new disciples this time, there are 20 from Small World and 25 from Nanhezhou.

No need to ask, these teenagers who just came in are "locals".

The two sides quickly returned to normal, each sitting together to eat and chat, with a distance of several feet between them, which can be described as distinct.

Zhao Lin sat alone at a table, watching secretly while eating noodles.

He found that in comparison, the local teenagers were more calm and confident, and their speech and behavior were casual and natural, while the teenagers from the small world were a little cautious, and most of them ate in silence.

The reason is not difficult to guess, the local teenagers were born in the Xuanyuan Continent, and they have been fascinated by the practice of Taoism since they were young, and some of them were born in the Xiuxian family, so they know it well.

As for the youngsters who came from the small world, they didn't know there was a place called Xuanyuan Continent a year ago, they just arrived here, they were ignorant, so naturally they couldn't let go.

Zhao Lin also found a little difference: the local teenagers are younger, almost two years younger than those from Small World.

This does not include Zhao Lin himself. If he is counted, one person can increase the average age by nearly one year.

After Zhao Lin thought about it for a while, he figured it out.

As long as the local teenagers develop their spiritual roots, they will be discovered immediately.

But in the small world, only a limited number of resident monks can discover "immortal talents", and they often miss a year or two before being sent here.

Looking at the young and immature faces, Zhao Lin couldn't help being a little envious.

These teenagers who are gifted with spiritual roots are really lucky, they can practice Taoism at a young age.

At this moment, a voice suddenly came to my ears: "Have you seen that big man?"

With just this sentence, Zhao Lin knew that someone was talking about him, so he frowned secretly.

He didn't want to listen to these young people's conversations at first, but he had this specialty, and his cultivation had reached the innate level, and his hearing was far superior to ordinary people. Even if he didn't listen deliberately, these words would still float into his ears.

The person who spoke was a handsome young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, and he said slightly jokingly: "I guess this person is in his twenties even if he is not 30 years old."

Sitting beside him, the dark-skinned young man secretly glanced at Zhao Lin, and asked in surprise, "How can there be such an old disciple?"

Hearing the word "old", Zhao Lin felt slightly uncomfortable, but immediately figured it out.

When I was in junior high school in the previous life, I felt that a 30-year-old teacher was already middle-aged. Now it is normal for a few teenagers to treat him like this.

Secretly laughing at himself, since he started practicing martial arts, he has almost always been the youngest one in the same realm, but he did not expect to become an old guy when he started practicing Taoism...

I only heard the delicate young man continue to say: "Who knows, it must be at least a high-grade spiritual root, otherwise why recruit at such an old age?"

The dark boy said, "I guess it is a descendant of a certain foundation-building cultivator in the small world. Although the spiritual root came out late, the foundation-building cultivator is willing to focus on cultivating it."

Sitting opposite the two teenagers was a girl with luxurious clothes and a beautiful appearance. She smiled slightly and said softly, "Both of you guessed wrong."

The two teenagers seemed to be particularly convinced by the girl in the Chinese costume, and they didn't doubt it, they asked in unison, "What's the matter?"

The girl in fancy clothes said: "I heard from my uncle that there is a martial artist in the small world this year. He is 31 years old. It should be him."

The two teenagers said in surprise one after another: "Wu Xiu!"

"There hasn't been a martial artist in the county for many years, right?"

"Exactly."

The girl in Chinese clothes nodded, "The last martial artist was more than 100 years ago."

Zhao Lin didn't think so at first, but from the information revealed by the beautifully dressed girl's words, she should be from the Xiuxian family, and she has extraordinary vision and insight, so she listened seriously.

The handsome young man bit his chopsticks, and said in a casual tone, "No wonder he looks so burly, so he is a martial artist."

The girl in Chinese clothes glanced at him and said with a smile: "Don't underestimate martial arts, my uncle told me that it is harder for ordinary people to practice martial arts to reach the innate state than us monks to reach the golden core state!"

The handsome young man curled his lips, "So what? Martial arts training is martial arts training, and Taoism cultivation is Taoism cultivation. If you start cultivating Taoism at such an old age, unless he is the spiritual root of heaven and earth, there is no hope of building a foundation."

This time the girl in the fancy dress did not refute, but sighed softly: "Yes, it's a pity. Those who enter the Tao with martial arts are all wise and courageous, but it is a pity that they are no match for time in the end."

The swarthy boy suddenly interjected: "I remember that there is a martial artist in the sect, and he has also cultivated to the purple mansion."

"You're talking about Senior Lu, right?"

The girl in Chinese clothes shook her head lightly, "Senior Lu has great luck, and he made a great contribution to the sect by narrowly escaped death. It is only by chance and rewards that he can break through to the purple mansion."

"But decades have passed, and it is still in the early stage of Zifu, isn't it a clear proof?"

Zhao Lin's heart sank, and he instinctively had doubts, but after thinking about it carefully, these people had nothing to do with him, and they didn't speak for himself, so there might be some truth to it.

The resident monks Huang Zhuosong and Lu Qing did not deliberately mention this matter, most likely because they wanted to let themselves abandon the mortal wealth and honor and agree to enter the sect.

After all, some garrison monks couldn't find a person with spiritual roots for a year. They naturally wanted to earn some merit when they caught themselves as a "strong man".

But so what?
I have worked so hard and spent more than ten years to create four spiritual root joints, and entered the ranks of immortal cultivators with difficulty.

How can you be shaken by a few words from others?
"My Dao heart is as strong as iron. Even if the spiritual root is low-grade or even ordinary-grade, I still want to ask for longevity."

(End of this chapter)