Era una intuición, ya que Zhīnán no sentía simpatía hacia él.
Zhīnán decía: "Dejo las cosas al azar, no hago promesas." De repente, una figura se presentó, un viejo maestro de estatura alta con tres mechones largos y semblante imponente.
Su presencia suprimió el sentido del puño en el Luna Yue Peak y causó que la débil corriente fluyera hacia el exterior en olas gigantes.
El Dueño de la Bahía Lluvia de la Antigua Caída, posteriormente Señor del Templo Dong Hai.
A su lado estaban tres personas alineadas: el más bajo era un joven sirviente llamado Xún Lánglíng, conocido como "Jin Jing", siempre fue un sirviente encargado de alimentar las chimeneas.
Además, había Wang Yuánlù, ladrón de arroz, y Qī Gǔ, un luchador.
El viejo maestro dijo directamente: "Llevo a un nuevo discípulo que recién he formado.
Vengo a rendir homenaje." Cuidar a los discípulos como si fueran hijas, es crucial controlar sus salidas y amistades.
En las últimas cien años, Wang Yuánlù no tendría muchas oportunidades de vagar libremente.
"Este Qī Gǔ, ha estado obsesionado contigo durante mucho tiempo, ha querido seguirte para ver cómo es Zhīnán.
Para confirmar si es un dios o un espíritu." Zhīnán no se levantó y parecía ignorar al Dueño de la Bahía Lluvia.
No prestó atención a las palabras del viejo maestro.
Las frivolidades como rendir homenaje a una montaña, solo eran un eco en sus oídos.Lin Jiangxian stand on that stone, with a calm smile, and gave a respectful bow.
"Lin Jiangxian from Yasha Mountain, meets Lord Bixiao."The old Taoist smiled as he stroked his beard.
"Before there was the Pure Yang Daoist, now there is Lin Jiangxian—both of you seem to prefer taking steps backward?"Lin Jiangxian smiled without saying anything.Even if this Lord Bixiao had revealed a Heavenly secret, it didn't matter much;soon enough, everyone would know about it anyway.Wang Yuantu and the guest from Lunyue Peak performed a Daoist greeting.
Qi Gu looked awkward.For martial artists in Qingming's world, testing their mettle involved either sparring with peers of equal standing or attempting to climb Lunyue Peak from its foot—how far they could go would show how strong they were.After the awkwardness passed, Qi Gu felt that this trip to Lunyue Peak had been worth it.
He had actually managed to meet Lin Jiangxian and Xuben in one breath.
Too bad Bai Nao, his unmarried bride-to-be, wasn't there.The path of martial arts was seen as a single road until the end.
The most headache-inducing issue was short lifespans.Qi Gu had several long-term wishes for himself:Firstly, marrying Bai Nao as his wife.Of course, Empress Zhu Xuan from the Fish Symbol Dynasty would also do.
Qi Gu didn't have any taboos about taking on a stepdaughter.He no longer needed to envy Xu Jun of the Dasha Sect.Just thinking about this made Qi Gu feel motivated.
He found the practice of martial arts not at all difficult.There were many Taoist sects, each with its own lineage and complex genealogy, far surpassing Confucianism and Buddhism in depth.
Over thousands of years, there had been a time when "thousands of offbeat schools and eight hundred heretical paths" flourished.
Qingming's world was full of these offbeat and heretical paths.
If you added the unorthodox sects, the knowledge required for practices like cultivation and essence extraction became vast.Whenever Qi Gu thought about Xu Jun, he would think of the Daoist community and those scenes where men and women fought...Qi Gu’s second wish was to learn from Lin Jiangxian the secret of longevity.As for sparring, that could wait.
Even though he felt confident, he still knew his place when it came to the vastness of the world.Bai Nao, who could kill people with a single punch, would make even peers of equal standing too scared to spar with her.Lin Jiangxian was such that all martial artists hesitated to spar with him.This difference was significant.Xuben, who sat on the large stone, was between them.
He mainly suffered from never leaving his mountain and rarely sparring with others.Qi Gu focused sound into a thread and whispered closely to Lin Jiangxian, "Senior Teacher Lin, I'm Qi Gu.
Could you teach me something?"Lin Jiangxian smiled and said, "Just ask."Qi Gu asked carefully, "How can ordinary martial artists live over three hundred years?"Los antiguos novelones que había hojeado en su infancia siempre hablaban de héroes con grandes aspiraciones.
Los tiranos a menudo tenían ambiciosas metas.
Pero para Qi Gu, todo se reducía a mirar alto, ir lejos y vivir largo.In the evaluation of martial arts in their thirties, Lin Jiangxian was too invincible, and his punches were delivered so infrequently that he seemed to be squatting on a toilet without doing anything.On the other hand, Qizhaomó from Baimuying's Purple Atmosphere Tower would often have sparring sessions every thirty years, going to Yuzhou's Yasha Mountain to sharpen his Daoist path with Lin Jiangxian.Thus, Senior Taoist gave the "Begging for Defeat" nickname to this Heaven-Resplendent Baimuying Immortal with the Daoist name "Tide Observation."If one didn't know about Qizhaomó's sparring sessions with Lin Jiangxian every thirty years, just hearing that nickname made him seem not much worse than "True Invincible."Lin Jiangxian sonrió y respondió: "Primero logra el Estado de Detención, luego alcanza la primera capa del Reino Divino.
Todo este proceso debe ser cuidadoso a la hora de practicar artes marciales para evitar dejar enfermedades ocultas.
Puedes usar algunos remedios montañeses para mantenerte sano."Qi Gu was speechless.This Senior Teacher Lin must be joking;saying something without meaning it.The old Daoist glanced at Qixiu's inscriptions and chuckled.Lin Jiangxian took his leave, and the old Daoist said in a mental voice, "If you walk down the mountain on foot, we can chat later."Lin Jiangxian nodded with a smile.Then the old Daoist sat on the large stone where Xuben was sitting and told Wang Yuantu and others not to be too formal.
He said they were all family, so being too polite would feel unnatural.Xuben didn't mind the Lord Bixiao's informality either.
He took out several jugs of homemade pine wine and some roasted pine nuts and baked taro, to entertain his guests.The thin-robed Daoist pulled out a pair of bamboo chopsticks from his sleeve, wiped them on his armpit, and handed them to Qi Gu.
Qi Gu had long gotten used to this and didn't mind;he took the chopsticks and started drinking.
A nearby young apprentice looked unimpressed and didn’t take the second pair.Wang Yuantu took a sip of wine and felt its strong effect immediately.The old Daoist mocked, "You drunkard, are you intoxicated by the numbness?"Wang Yuantu feigned deafness.
Even though he had become his senior's disciple, Wang Yuantu wasn't particularly cautious around him.Wang Yuantu from the Old Rice Thief lineage and Xu Jun, nicknamed the "Little Devil," both showed great resilience and were promising for the Daoist path.The old Daoist raised his eyes to look at the sky.
There was a faint trace that seemed to be Xu Jun traveling with his consort Youge's trail.
With just a glance, he could see this line of thought, but ordinary cultivators couldn't.The old Taoist turned his gaze toward Baimuying and scoffed.Everyone in the world blamed Yu Du for everything, yet they all secretly wished they were like him.Poor True Invincible.Baimuying had two areas, always filled with madmen—one focused on scholarly research as a classics scholar, the other an astrologer.
Likely even more so now since he studied astronomy and often stayed up late at night.After drinking wine on Lunyue Peak, the old Daoist led everyone down the mountain to find Lin Jiangxian.The old Taoist said in his mind, "A startled bird, a hanging cloud;letters unposted, geese back from the south."Zhidu's red-gold dynasty had a large river within its borders, often veiled in mist.
Yasha Mountain was built beside this river.The old Daoist suddenly asked, "Did you have any thoughts on that sword intent I saw from Qixiu?"Lin Jiangxian shook his head and said, "I didn't have much thought.""There is a bit of feeling for me: human affairs are always contrary to wishes;only one survives while the rest perish."Lin Jiangxian nodded.
Though he wasn't a cultivator, he still performed the Heavenly Dao power that shrunk distances.The old Taoist stopped and gazed into the distance.In ancient times, "the world" had once split into four sword schools, a magnificent sight.This Qingming's world had the Daoist Sword Immortal lineage from Xuandu Monastery, which remained unbroken and steadfast.If you added the restless monk Qixiu, his unique sword technique was unparalleled in the world.
He reportedly said he would cleanse the land of one demon.Now, the former Executioner Hao Su from Sword Wall had taken up residence at Baimuying's Shenxiao City.It seemed that a thousand years ago, some early sword schools converged and unified here in Qingming's world?If Mianshao that boy ever returned to Qingming, it would be lively.Speaking of which, in the current Qingming's world, whether for sword cultivators or ordinary martial artists, any casual discussion about world affairs always revolved around a young man named Chen from another realm.Especially among these sword cultivators;out of ten young sword cultivators, nine believed they were Immortal Mianshao, and one wondered what place Mianshao had in this.Lin Jiangxian returned to Yuzhou's Yasha Mountain.In Baimuying’s Shenxiao City, Executioner Hao Su began his retreat for sword forging.South of Zhidu, in Yingchuan County under a remote small kingdom, inside an inconspicuous small Daoist temple, a young man named Chen Cong, who only remembered his name as Mianshao, hung a broken porcelain fragment around his waist and started formal cultivation without having been initiated.