Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 72: Martial arts conference, gathering from all directions

Zhongnan Mountain, Shenjian Villa.

The Shenjian Villa is built with swords and is well-known in the world. The villa is built with great style.

The owner of the village, Lin Yisheng, likes to make friends and is known as "Jianghu Baixiaosheng" and "Lin Daxia".

In the morning, the villa is bathed in the rays of sunshine.

"Yu..."

In the village, a pitch-black steed vacated in front of the training ground.

The middle-aged man in Confucian shirt sat firmly, as if fixed on the back of a horse.

Daxia Lin is in his forties, with a square face, big ears, and a dignified appearance.

He stroked the black horse on his crotch and looked at the young man beside him.

"Dad is going to Shaoshi Mountain to attend a martial arts competition. You must practice martial arts at home and don't neglect it!"

That young man looks similar to him, with a bit of childishness, he is Lin Yijian, the son of Lin Daxia.

"Dad, can you take me to Shaolin with you?"

Hearing that he was going to the martial arts conference, Lin Yijian was very excited.

"Why are you joining in the fun?!" Lin Daxia frowned.

There are mixed fish and dragons in the rivers and lakes, and he is worried that something will go wrong.

"Father, don't you always tell me, 'North Qiaofeng, South Duanyu'? My son wants to see the majesty of the leader Duan, so I can go to the martial arts conference to broaden my horizons and gain some insight!"

Lin Yijian stared at Lin Daxia with earnest eyes.

Hearing what he said, Lin Daxia softened his heart a little.

All these years, he has been protecting his son as a child, so that his character is weak.

It is rare to hold a martial arts conference in the martial arts world, so it is time for him to go out and see the world.

Men need to go out and experience more in order to grow.

Master Lin nodded, glared at Lin Yijian and said, "After you go out, stay with dad honestly and don't cause trouble!"

Lin Yijian immediately smiled, and hurriedly agreed.

Shortly after.

A group of people from Shenjian Villa set off, riding horses, to the Shaolin Temple in Henan.

In addition to Lin Daxia and his son, there are also the four major sword servants from Shenjian Villa acting as guards.

The four people were extremely energetic, with bright eyes and sharp gazes. They pressed their hands on the hilts of their swords and followed behind Daxia Lin.

Along the way, Lin Daxia and his son met many martial arts figures.

They all went to Shaoshi Mountain to participate in the martial arts conference.

Lin Yijian had never seen so many martial arts masters before, and he couldn't help but become nervous.

"Don't delay!"

All the way fast, Lin Daxia couldn't help urging.

Lin Yijian was too playful, and dawdled along the way.

As the martial arts tournament approaches, I have to rush on my way to avoid being late and being laughed at and despised by my fellow martial artists.

All the major sects are here, but you are late. Isn’t this a slap in the face?
A group of people from Shenjian Villa hurried forward, and the whips were almost smoking.

Suddenly, there was a sound of rolling hooves behind him.

There was a rumbling sound, like rolling thunder, with an astonishing momentum.

Daxia Lin hurriedly pulled the reins and signaled everyone in Shenjian Villa to stop and avoid the road.

I saw a heroic man galloping on a horse, his speed was extremely fast, and his momentum was like a dragon.

In a blink of an eye, the person has come to the front.

Lin Yijian shuddered, feeling that the person coming across from him had a strong and fierce aura.

Looking at the horse under him, its fur is shiny, as if it is wrapped in black satin, and it is galloping with infinite power.

At first glance, it looks like a fine horse that travels thousands of miles a day, which is rare.

Lin Daxia stared at the person coming, his dignified face suddenly stretched, and he shouted loudly: "But Qiao Daxia?"

"Could it be Qiao Feng?!"

Lin Yijian was startled.

He is the owner of the young village of Shenjian Mountain, and he heard a piece of news from Jianghu a few days ago.

It is said that after the first battle at Juxianzhuang, Bei Qiaofeng faded out of the martial arts, and lived a retired life with a girl herding horses and sheep outside the Great Wall.

Unexpectedly, this martial arts legend would appear in front of my eyes today!
Qiao Feng was wearing a plain blue robe and a cloak fluttering around, riding his horse.

He reined in the reins, the horse neighed lightly, the man stood up, and the front hooves landed firmly.

Qiao Feng clasped his fists on the horse, and laughed loudly: "It's Qiao, you are Hero Lin?"

"It's just me." Daxia Lin drove forward to answer, flattered.

At the beginning of Wuxi Songhe Tower, he met once, he once invited Duan Yu, Qiao Feng and others to drink, but he didn't expect Bei Qiaofeng to remember him.

"Hero Qiao, are you going to Shaoshi Mountain to participate in the martial arts conference?"

"That's right!" Qiao Feng nodded and said with a smile, "I have received a letter from my sworn brother, so I have no choice but to come!"

After the two exchanged a few words, Qiao Feng clasped his fists and said, "Hero Lin, when we get to Shaoshi Mountain, let's talk about it again, and Qiao will take his leave first!"

After all, he laughed, his legs clamped the horse's belly, and the horse galloped out.

The yellow dust rolled.

"Bei Qiaofeng is really heroic!" Lin Yijian looked at Qiao Feng's back and was full of admiration.

Looking back, he asked in confusion: "Dad, who is the sworn brother that Master Qiao mentioned?"

Lin Daxia stroked his beard and said, "The second younger brother that Qiao Daxia mentioned is the current leader of the Beggar Clan and the crown prince of Dali Kingdom, Mr. Duan."

"I heard that the two of them got married outside the city of Wuxi. I think it happened after drinking in Songhe Tower."

Thinking of this, Lin Daxia shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity that I was drunk for my father back then, so I couldn't witness this important moment with my own eyes. It's a pity!"

Lin Yijian asked curiously: "Father, why doesn't Daxia Qiao become the leader of the beggar gang?"

The Xingzilin beggar gang exposed Qiao Feng's life experience, but was ordered by Duan Yu to deliberately conceal it.

Except for some people who know it, most martial arts people don't know it.

And Duan Yu personally refuted the rumors.

"It is said that Mr. Qiao is from Khitan." Mr. Lin lowered his voice and sighed: "The beggars were worried that he would turn his back on him and cause endless disasters, so they drove him away. He really wronged Mr. Qiao."

He said it very implicitly.

"Master Qiao is a Khitan?"

Lin Yijian was shocked: "That young man is still sworn to him? Are you trying your best to protect him?"

Only then did he understand why so many martial artists wanted to kill Qiao Feng in the rumored Battle of Juxian Village.

Daxia Lin frowned and said, "What happened to the Khitan people? What happened to the Dali people?"

"What is a hero?" "A great hero serves the country and the people."

"As long as they uphold justice, hate evil like hatred, plead for life for the people, share worries for the country, sacrifice themselves for others, and care about the world, he is a good person!"

Lin Yijian said: "But, after all, he is from a foreign race."

Daxia Lin waved his hands and said, "The Patriarch Bodhidharma of Shaolin is also a foreigner, why don't you see anyone making irresponsible remarks about Shaolin?"

"Although Hero Qiao is a Khitan, for the sake of the Song Dynasty, he led the beggar gang to resist the Liao army for more than ten years, and did not allow the Liao army to cross the border between Song and Liao!"

"Let's talk about Gang Leader Duan. As a Dali native, he single-handedly wiped out the Yipintang of Xixia who had invaded the Jiangnan area of ​​the Great Song Dynasty in Xinglinzi, and saved the Beggars' Gang from fire and water. Isn't that the embodiment of a chivalry?"

"Jian'er, I hope you will never say anything like this in my Lin family in Shenjian Villa!"

"Father taught me that." Lin Yijian nodded solemnly.

At this moment, he realized how generous his father was.

No wonder people in the Jianghu called him a "hero"!
Daxia Lin waved his hand and said, "Okay, we don't have to deal with these matters, let's hurry up!"

They speeded up again and headed towards Shaoshi Mountain.

"Father, what do you think of this martial arts conference, who has the ability to overwhelm the heroes and become the leader of the martial arts alliance?"

"Do you even need to ask? Of course it's the leader Duan!"

"Then when can we see Gang Leader Duan?"

"Don't rush, don't rush, you will see him soon!"

On the second day, people from Shenjian Villa rushed to Shaoshi Mountain.

Walking here is like going to a market.

Pieces of tents are set up at the foot of the mountain, and as far as the eye can see, they are endless.

These tents were of the same style. Lin Daxia guessed that they must have been set up by Shaolin monks to house martial arts people.

Sure enough, the Shaolin monk who was in charge of the reception placed the people from Shenjian Villa in front of a tent.

"This is too crude, isn't that how Shaolin treats guests?"

Lin Yijian was greatly disappointed. He is the young owner of Shenjian Villa, and he lived a rich life when he was a child. He has never lived in such a place.

Looking at the continuous tents and the bustling crowd.

Lin Daxia smiled bitterly, living in a tent in the open air, he really didn't expect it.

It's okay to be sunny, but if it rains, the heroes of the world can only be drowned.

"Not everyone is qualified to live in the meditation room of Shaolin Temple."

There was a loud voice in the distance.

Turning his head to look, Daxia Lin suddenly regained his energy, strode forward, clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Brother! Pass the head!"

He saw acquaintances, Cui Baiquan and Guo Yanzhi from Funiu School.

The people from the Funiu Sect came towards this side, and a smile appeared on Guo Yanzhi's face: "Dr. Lin, you've got it!"

Pulling Lin Yijian over, Daxia Lin said solemnly: "Jian'er, this is the former head of the Funiu sect, and people in the Jianghu are called 'Chasing Soul Whip'!"

"This is Cui Baiquan, an elder of the Funiu faction, nicknamed 'Golden Abacus', an old friend of my father's."

Lin Daxia introduced Lin Yijian.

Ke Baisui, the former head of the Funiu Sect, was killed by the Murong family. His eldest disciple, Guo Yanzhi, followed Duan Yu through Yanziwu and became the new head of the Funiu Sect.

He was the person who saw Duan Yu beat Murong Fu with his own eyes, and he also vigorously promoted it.

Although Guo Yanzhi was once defeated by Duan Yu with a single move on the Yellow Crane Tower, he was not ashamed, but rather proud, and he would boast that he had fought against the leader of the Beggar Gang Duan wherever he went.

It is precisely because of this that Guo Yanzhi has become the unit of measurement for combat power in the martial arts world, and each unit "passes".

"Junior Lin Yijian, I have met the head of the sect before, remind the elders!"

Lin Yijian was a little shy and blushed when he saw the gift.

Lin Daxia shook his head secretly, it seemed that it was time to bring him out to see the world more often.

Guo Yanzhi smiled and hugged his fists, which felt like a refreshing breeze.

Ever since he got next to the big tree Duan Yu, he has gained a great reputation in the martial arts world.

The Funiu faction also has a cooperative relationship with the beggar gang and the Dali Duan family, and its status in the arena has increased.

Guo Yanzhi smiled, and said: "This place is so poor that we have to do it. There are too many people participating in the martial arts conference. Daxia Lin should not dislike it."

Daxia Lin nodded and said with a smile: "Haha, we people in the martial arts world are not so particular, as long as we have a place to live."

"Hero Lin, after the martial arts conference is over, if you two don't mind it, why don't you come to my Fu Niu faction as guests?"

Guo Yanzhi sent an invitation.

Funiu School is located in Nanyang, not far from Shaoshi Mountain.

"it is good!"

The two walked and chatted.

"This martial arts conference is unusual. It was initiated by Shaolin and promoted by the beggar gang. It seems that the leader of the martial arts will be elected. What's Lin Daxia's opinion?"

"I believe that Shaolin and the beggar gang, as the Taishan Beidou of the martial arts, should maintain the order of the martial arts. The martial arts conference can just mediate the conflicts between the various factions."

"Hero Lin has an excellent opinion. Judging from the current response, there are so many martial arts figures and sects participating, which is far better than previous martial arts conferences."

Passing by tents, Lin Daxia had excellent hearing, and heard various discussions coming from inside from time to time.

"Have you heard?"

"Last month, a foreign monk went to Shaoshi Mountain to challenge Shaolin."

"The monk challenged Shaolin? How dare he?"

"It is said that this monk has quite a lot of background. He is the Grand Master of Tubo, King Maha Lun Ming!"

"How is this person's strength?"

"Very strong! I was lucky to meet him that day, and I annoyed him by making jokes, and I lost to him!"

"so smart?"

"He didn't kill you?"

"Bullshit! If he kills me, will you still see me?"

"Ahem. Dalun Mingwang is a monk after all, and he is merciful."

"Don't talk about these useless things, tell me about the result of the Dalun Mingwang's challenge to Shaolin?"

"It is said that it was beaten out."

"That's not surprising. The martial arts in the world come from Shaolin. No matter how powerful the monks are, how can they be as powerful as the monks of the Xuanzi generation in Shaolin?"

"That's right. King Dai Lun Ming is overestimating his abilities."

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"No reason!"

In a tent not far away, Jiumo Zhiqi's face turned blue.

(End of this chapter)