Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 125 After the old man
Qiao Feng has two sons.

The eldest son is named Xiao Ying, and the second son is named Qiao Xiong.

At that time, Xiao Ying and his family lived in seclusion in the Liao Kingdom outside the Pass with Qiao Feng.

Qiao Xiong took root in the Central Plains and developed in the Beggar Clan.

Later, Qiao Xiong went out to work alone and established a villa in Luoyang. He was quite famous in the world and was known as "Luoyang Qiao Family".

The Qiao family is backed by the Beggar Clan and the Duan family of Dali, and among their descendants is Qiao Lie, a martial arts prodigy with first-class martial arts.

His family's palm technique was derived from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, which is very strong.

The family-traditional swordsmanship evolved from the dog-beating stick method and is unpredictable.

After several generations of development, the Luoyang Qiao family has become one of the three major martial arts families in the martial arts world.

Duan Yu gently flicked his sleeves, like a knife cutting tofu, and a flat piece of land appeared on the originally extremely steep snow slope.

This operation shocked Xiao Hong's heart.

The eyes looking at Duan Yu were full of eagerness.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, learning the martial arts secrets passed down from his family.

But his father died young, and his mother came from a wealthy family, but was not proficient in martial arts and could only teach herself Chinese writing.

There were no martial arts practitioners around him, but he was like a blind man crossing a river, groping his way forward, practicing hard according to family secrets.

But practicing martial arts without the guidance of a famous teacher is like walking in the dark.

He could only walk around blindly, no matter how hard he practiced, he had little effect.

It is really a pity that I have so much internal strength, but I can only exert some clumsy strength and cannot use it in any way.

Now that he had narrowly escaped death in Tianshan, it was a blessing in disguise that he met the martial arts master that he had been dreaming of.

A tall man fell from the sky, like a long drought encountering gentle rain, he spoke decisively and asked for help.

"Senior, please accept me as a disciple!"

Xiao Hong knelt down and begged, his voice loud and full of excitement.

Such behavior seems quite abrupt.

But the opportunity is right in front of you, why not seize it?
Duan Yu couldn't help but laugh: "Your ancestors and I have a long history. If you worship me as your teacher, won't you mess up the hierarchy?"

He and Qiao Feng were sworn friends, and this boy was the grandson of Qiao Feng's grandson.

If you accept him as a disciple, will you jump up to three generations directly?

After that, he gave Xiao Hong a weak hand, and a soft and tough force appeared out of nowhere, wrapping Xiao Hong.

"My benefactor, you look young, how can you have such old ancestors?"

"Don't say that."

Duan Yu waved his hand and cast a majestic look. Then he expressed a calm expression and asked in a gentle voice: "Why did you pick Tianshan snow lotus?"

Xiao Hong was full of bitterness and frustration, and replied: "The younger generation picked snow lotus to save my mother, my mother."

With that said, the tearful storytelling began.

Yan said that his mother had worked hard for nearly 30 years, and when he grew up and was ready to repay her, his mother fell seriously ill.

After looking at all the doctors in the town, all the doctors shook their heads and sighed, helpless.

It is said that he has been suffering from deficiency of Qi and blood for many years and is suffering from malnutrition. Unless there is a miracle medicine like Centenary Tianshan Snow Lotus, there is any hope of cure.

But the century-old snow lotus is a rare treasure in the world. As a herdsman, I have never seen it before, let alone eaten it!
After Xiao Hong inquired about it, he learned that there are many snow lotus in Tianshan Mountain, so he came to give it a try.

"Even if it means death, I must work hard to pick a Tianshan snow lotus for my mother. Otherwise, I will fail my mother's nurturing grace and I will definitely not be able to forgive myself in the future!"

"What a filial son!"

Duan Yu saw a hint of Qiao Feng's heroism and filial piety from Xiao Hong.

He took out a snow lotus and said with a smile: "Take this thing back and use it!"

Xiao Hong was startled and truly surprised.

Such a precious thing, just give it to me?
Could it be that this master is really related to his ancestors?
Xiao Hong thanked him again and again, and invited his benefactor to sit at home to express his gratitude.

Seeing that he had a pure nature and attached great importance to filial piety, Duan Yu nodded in agreement.

According to the schedule of the Three Saints of Tianshan, there is enough time to wait for them.

Xiao Hong's home is less than a hundred miles away from the southern foot of Tianshan Mountain.

Duan Yu was too lazy to walk, so he quickly grabbed Xiao Hong and flew at low altitude.

"Young man, this is the real flying clouds and flowers, learn from it!"

"Senior, are you a god?"

This speed, which far surpassed that of Qinggong, made Xiao Hong, who was full of energy, excited and uncontrollable.

It's like having a direct high-speed train.

Soon, Xiao Hong's home arrived.

There is a yurt on a hillside slightly higher than a grassland.

On the east side is a wooden hut, which is filled with hay. On the west side is a group of about forty or fifty sheep, whose bleating sounds can be heard from time to time.

The wind blows on the grass, and there is a faint smell of mutton.

"Is this the place where Qiao Feng and A'Zhu lived in seclusion back then?" Duan Yu sighed with emotion.

When we arrived in the yurt, the smell was gone, and instead there was a light fragrance lingering around.

The furniture inside is simple and elegantly arranged.

"mother!"

Xiao Hong opened the curtain and asked Duan Yu to come in.

There was only one woman sitting cross-legged on the felt couch on the west side of the bag, holding a leather coat in her hand.

She was working hard with her needle and thread, sewing and mending, and her whole body was quiet and peaceful.

"Mom, this is a senior expert who can save my son's life!"

Xiao Hong hurriedly walked to the felt couch and introduced his mother with a peaceful smile.

Xiao's mother was startled, then immediately put down her leather coat, lifted up the leather mattress covering her legs, hurriedly got down on the bed, bowed to her husband, and thanked her for saving her life.

Her conversation was elegant and well-organized, she was very polite, and she also wanted to cook and entertain.

Xiao Hong dug out a package of tea leaves wrapped in layers from a wooden box and was busy making tea.

The tea was brewed quickly. Although Xiao Hong had learned the skill of making tea from his mother, he was still not very good at it.

It is rarely used once in a week, and the tea brewed is really difficult for Duan Yu to drink.

But when you are a guest at someone else's house, even if it tastes bad, it is best to take a small sip reluctantly, and it doesn't matter whether you drink the rest or not.

It's like someone smoking cigarettes. You don't have to stop smoking when they know you're smoking, but you can't stop smoking.

Otherwise, it would be a loss of face. Duan Yu would not do such a stupid thing.

Salt, iron, and tea have always been rare items in the grasslands.

Especially in the Western Regions, tea is even more precious and ordinary people are not lucky enough to enjoy it.

Xiao Hong and the others usually drink milk tea. Not only are the tea leaves rarely used, but the tea cups are also kept on the shelf and rarely used.Knowing that his benefactor was from the Central Plains and was not used to drinking milk tea, he took out his ancestral tea cups and tea leaves to serve him.

While Duan Yu was having tea, Xiao Hong couldn't wait to make Tianshan Snow Lotus soup for his mother to drink.

Duan Yu quietly injected a wisp of wood spiritual power into his soup can.

After doing this, he walked around the yurt.

He glanced around and saw a shrine placed on a long table.

There is a spiritual tablet enshrined on it, and a letter is written: Brother Xiao Feng is honored by his brother Duan Yuli.

Although the words on it have been eroded by the years, they still show a hint of gold.

The font is sharp, the strokes are as sharp as a golden sword, and the murderous spirit is soaring.

Duan Yu sighed, these words were exactly what he had written back then.

110 years ago, after the Jingkang Incident, Qiao Feng learned that the Jin Kingdom first destroyed the Liao Dynasty and then the Song Dynasty. He came out of the mountains at the age of sixty and went to Shangjing to kill Jin Taizong Wanyan Sheng.

Unexpectedly, after breaking through the many palace restrictions and killing the emperor, he turned out to be a substitute.

Qiao Feng was trapped in an iron cage in the palace. After being exhausted by the masters of the Jin Kingdom, he finally died of exhaustion.

After Duan Yu learned about it, he entered the Shangjing Palace alone and fought all the way from the main hall to the harem.

Killed countless Jin imperial guards, masters of the imperial family, and martial arts masters.

Finally, he broke through the iron cage with one palm and killed Jin Taizong Wanyan Sheng.

Afterwards, Duan Yu found Qiao Feng's body, took it back to the Beggar Clan for burial, and carved the spiritual tablet with his own hands.

Unexpectedly, we met again a hundred years later.

"Benefactor, what's wrong with you?" Xiao Hong came closer.

Duan Yu gently put down the spiritual tablet, turned his back and remained silent.

Xiao Hong looked at his back and saw his always calm and calm benefactor sighing for the first time, with unspeakable emotion in his tone.

"Benefactor, do you really know your ancestors?"

Xiao Hong looked at the magic tablet and blurted out.

Duan Yu turned around, a little stunned, and suddenly smiled to himself: "More than just knowing each other, the Southern Emperor and Northern Beggar in the martial arts world of the Central Plains were my and your ancestors."

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, no matter how heroic they are, they are gone with the wind and forgotten between heaven and earth.

"Are you the one who erected the monument?" Xiao Hong opened his mouth wide and felt a buzzing in his head.

A great man of the same generation as his ancestor was actually in front of him?
Hundreds of years have passed, but he is still so young.

Could it be that this senior is an immortal?

"Your ancestor Xiao Feng was adopted by the Han couple Qiao Sanhuai when he was young. He was called Qiao Feng. He was the leader of the Beggar Clan and became famous in the world. He and I are sworn brothers."

"So there is a line of descendants from your ancestors all named Qiao. They have taken root in the Central Plains and are famous in the martial arts world."

"That's it." Xiao Hong was a little surprised.

Duan Yu said: "If you have ambitions, you can come back to the Central Plains with me. I will teach you martial arts, but I will not be your master."

"Okay! I'll tell my mother right now." Xiao Hong said happily.

"Go on, I have something to do and I need to go out and pick you up when I come back."

After saying that, his figure flashed and disappeared out of thin air.

Xiao Hong stood there sadly.

Unexpectedly, this senior expert would just leave without warning, so he was caught off guard.

well!Immortals behave differently!

On the Tianshan Mountains, it is difficult to reach.

The white snow remains with traces of the cold wind, like an endless desert with no human habitation.

The mountains are high, cold and suffocating, blocking people from exploring.

It's just that there are no absolutes in the world, and in this pure land where there is no way to set foot, three figures suddenly appeared.

Duan Yu stepped into the void, and his spiritual consciousness was scattered in all directions like a fishing net.

There was a slight smile on his lips.

The three sages of Tianshan are finally here!

They rushed all the way back from the Central Plains without delaying at all, but in Duan Yu it was so serious that it was no different from crawling like ants.

The Three Saints of Tianshan were rushing down below, and Duan Yu was flying in the sky, looking down at them all the way.

The three brothers were quite cautious, and the three of them took turns to be vigilant.

After a lot of trouble, they finally reached Piaomiao Peak.

Shrouded in mist, there were only withered yellow grass and fallen branches, making it very desolate.

There are rugged rocks everywhere, and there is no way up the mountain. You can tell at a glance that no one has set foot on this mountain for a long time.

"Piaomiao Peak is actually here!"

Duan Yushen's eyes were like lightning, looking through the increasingly thick fog.

The place where the Three Saints of Tianshan disappeared looked like a cliff, but in fact it was a formation gate.

On the cliff, the mist is shrouded and rolling, bottomless, like a giant beast nestled in it.

Duan Yu stood in the biting cold wind and smiled slightly.

With this life gate, he can deduce the location of the entire formation.

Duan Yu then used this as the center and used magic power to form a circle of two feet to form a diagram of the Eight Diagrams.

He used the Bahuang Liuhe Self-respecting Skill as his strength and struck out eight palms from a distance.

One separation, two shocks, three ridges and four kuns, five stems and six gens, seven suns and eight dui, this is the sequence of high-fives.

It feels like an eight-digit password, very interesting.

Tianshan Tonglao's special skills are Bahuang Liuhe Sovereign Art and Tianshan Liuyang Palm.

The descendants of Lingjiu Palace must pass it on.

As the person who controls the formation, how can he not use his special skills to control the formation?

It just so happened that Duan Yu once asked the Tianshan Child Elder to obtain the Eight Desolate and Liuhe Self-Exalted Kung Fu, so he was extremely familiar with this martial art.

The Bahuang Liuhe Weiwei Zuozong Gong is running in the body, and it is as smooth as if it has been practiced for decades.

Sure enough, a roaring sound sounded, and a hole appeared on the east side more than ten meters away.

His consciousness immediately unfolded and spread into the cave.

Unexpectedly, I found that there was a mountain outside the mountain.

To the north of this mountain peak, there is another peak that is even more strange and steep, shaped like a knife.

The mist on that peak was more like clouds, with cotton-like white clouds arranged in rows, and a stone castle looming in the clouds.

It turns out that the peak opposite is the real Piaomiao Peak, where the Vulture Palace is located!
Previously, Piaomiao Peak was completely covered by the formation!
(End of this chapter)