Duan Yu's Biography of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 73 Mr. Duan’s coquettish appearance
As more and more martial arts people enter the arena.

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, it gradually became lively and full of voices.

They talked and laughed loudly, played wine and guessing games, and they looked like gangsters.

On this day, Lin Daxia and Zilin Yijian walked through tents and visited familiar friends.

Lin Yijian was full of interest and excitement, he looked left and right, his eyes sparkled.

If you pick any one of these masters, they will all be famous in the world.

"Excalibur Villa is great. My useless son was seriously injured three years ago. I passed by Excalibur Villa. It was Daxia Lin who generously helped me and saved the dog's life."

It was an old man in sixties who spoke, he was tall and his voice was loud.

It is Yao Bodang, the head of the Qin family village in Yunzhou, and the head of the Five Tigers Broken Door Knife.

His junior brother Qin Boqi was the one who died in "repaying him with his own way."

Seeing Hero Lin, Yao Bodang blushed and held his hands tightly: "The old man has always remembered the kindness of Hero Lin, and he will repay whatever he says today!"

"Headmaster Yao is too polite. It's just a little effort, but I don't dare to be a favor." Daxia Lin said with a smile.

Uncle Yao waved his hand and said with a smile: "Oh! You have done so much with your hands, and it is a great kindness to the dog. How can you forget it?!"

"Come on, let's have a drink in my tent?"

"Bang!" A muffled sound overwhelmed the surrounding noise.

Several people turned their heads to look, only to see two middle-aged men fighting outside.

The tent fell apart, the wine jar fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Go! Go out and see!"

Lin Daxia likes excitement the most, so he immediately took everyone out to watch.

In the crowd, two martial arts figures got into a ball.

One of them was a thin, plain-looking man.

The other is a rough and crazy guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

Both of them blushed, as if they were drunk.

After fighting for a few rounds, the two jumped aside separately and started talking harshly to each other.

"You Thunderbolt Sect, don't bully people too much!" The skinny man snorted coldly.

The majestic man sneered, and looked at him disdainfully: "You are a little leader of the Iron Palm Sect, why are you arrogant in front of my Thunder Sect? You don't know the heights of the sky!"

The skinny man said coldly: "Although my Iron Palm Gang is small, I don't allow others to insult me!"

At this time, the Iron Palm Clan has only been established for 20 years, and has been passed down for three generations. Its foundation is shallow, and it belongs to the third-rate small sect in the world.

"What's wrong with insulting you? It's ridiculous that a small sect dares to come to the martial arts conference!" The strong man sneered with great disdain.

The shame of humiliating the gang is unbearable!

The leader of the Iron Palm Gang was furious, and shouted: "Take me an Iron Palm!"

As he spoke, he waved his palm and attacked the majestic man.

"Things that don't know what they can do!" The head of the Thunder Gate was not polite, and greeted him.

Some sects dominate one side and think they are strong.

They came from thousands of miles away, and wanted to make a name for themselves at the martial arts conference, so they took the initiative to provoke each other to gain their prestige.

This is the case with these two.

A crowd of martial arts people around watched the excitement, yelling from time to time.

"The martial arts of the thin man from the Iron Palm Gang are at least capable of overpowering him!"

"I think it's almost, at most, half a pass."

"The martial arts of the sect master of the Thunder Gate is not bad, there are probably two faults."

Guo Yanzhi, who was watching the show on the sidelines, just smiled indifferently when he heard that someone was treating him as a combat unit.

"Guo Sect Leader is excellent in martial arts, can I ask for a lesson or two?"

Someone wanted to test his combat power, and smiled at Yan Zhidao.

Guo Yanzhi nodded politely, and said with a smile: "Brother, there is no need to be in a hurry, the martial arts competition will soon be held, and there will be opportunities to compete in the arena."

"Okay! It's refreshing to pass the head!"

Everyone continued to watch the show, the leader of the Iron Palm Gang fought against the leader of the Thunder Gate!
After a while, when everyone had enjoyed watching, someone slowly stepped forward to break up the fight.

Persuading this kind of thing is not just persuading.

It would be good if the person persuading the fight is strong in martial arts and has a status and reputation in the Jianghu.

If it is ordinary and weak, it can only be beaten.

And it's a mixed doubles.

"What are you? Are you also worthy to come here to persuade the fight?"

Sure enough, a young hero who went to break up the fight was besieged by the leader of the Iron Palm Gang and the leader of the Thunder Clan, and was miserable.

Lin Daxia frowned, wanting to go up and persuade him to leave.

But a young monk in gray robes floated into the middle of the battle group.

He hit two palms, one left and one right, easily repelling the Iron Fist Gang and Thunder Gate.

"Amitabha! My little monk Xu Zhu, I implore the two benefactors to discuss things, don't be violent."

Xu Zhu floated forward, came to persuade them to fight, directly restrained the two of them.

Both of them are famous figures in the world, but in front of the young Xu Zhu, they are like three-year-old children, being restrained with just one move.

With such martial arts, the martial arts heroes are terrified.

"As expected of Shaolin! Such an ugly little monk is so powerful in martial arts!"

"What's wrong with the Shaolin people? Can they meddle in other people's business without any scruple?"

Some people agree with it, while others make dirty tricks.

The most indispensable thing in the arena is pornography and pink eye disease.

"Shhhhhh!"

Suddenly, amidst a series of whistling sounds, a piece of blue light enveloped Xu Zhu, extremely abrupt, no one was on guard.

"hidden weapon!"

Everyone stared wide-eyed, opened their mouths, and were stunned in astonishment.

Unexpectedly, someone dared to release hidden weapons at Shaolin monks in Shaoshi Mountain.

And maybe more than one person!
Because there are too many hidden weapons!
There are silver needles, golden darts, iron bodhisattvas, lancets, iron spines, sleeve swords, and so on.

Various and extremely complex.

Ordinary people in the rivers and lakes can't stand any of them.

When everyone was on tenterhooks, they saw Xu Zhu quickly take two steps back in shock and wave his coarse sleeves lightly.

Like a snake swallowing a whale, the hidden weapons all over the sky got into his sleeve, and there was no movement.

"Amitabha, good is good!"

Xu Zhu proclaimed the Buddha's name, and there was no panic.

His calm appearance makes people feel unfathomable.

After the Shaolin Temple was defeated by Duan Yu, Abbot Xuanci finally realized the crisis.

So he decided to cultivate talents in the temple.

The martial arts conference is coming soon, if Shaolin does not show some strength, why not be hanged and beaten?
Therefore, several eminent Shaolin monks began to select talents from the entire temple.

Xu Zhu's aptitude is average, so naturally he was not selected.

But his luck was unmatched.

Once he was chopping firewood in the back mountain, and was met by Master Xuan Cheng.

Xuan Cheng saw that he was honest, kind, honest, and full of Buddha's heart, so he liked him very much.

Xuan Cheng is the strongest martial artist in Shaolin Temple for 200 years.

Ever since he became obsessed with practicing kungfu decades ago, he has been living in seclusion in the back mountain to cultivate his mind and understand Buddhism.

Therefore, he attaches great importance to people who have a Buddha-minded heart.

Xu Zhu is such a person.

Geniuses shine wherever they go. Xuan Cheng practiced hard in the back mountain for decades and accidentally understood the Yi Jin Jing.

His skill increased greatly again.But he didn't want to leave the temple, and he didn't want to fight with others because of his martial arts skills.

Xuan Cheng is a monk with a dream. He just wants to serve the Buddha wholeheartedly and understand the Dharma.

So he packed all the power empowerment and gave it to Xu Zhu.

As expected of the chosen one, there are people who give him away everywhere!

Xu Zhu got up immediately.

Later, Jiumozhi joined Shaolin, and Xu Zhu rose to prominence.

Abbot Xuanci was shocked and asked why.

Knowing that it was Brother Xuan Cheng, all the monks went to pay a visit.

But Xuan Cheng insisted on not going up the mountain.

The monks had no choice but to start cultivating Xu Zhu with all their strength.

Take turns to give Xu Zhu special training.

Try to let him master the internal force of Yi Jin Jing as soon as possible and use it freely.

He also taught some Shaolin unique skills to help him improve.

This scene happened just now.

"Dare to ask who this divine monk is?!" Someone stepped forward to ask.

"My little monk Xu Zhu is ashamed to take the name of divine monk."

Xu Zhu bowed and pronounced the Buddha's name. The treasure was solemn and awe-inspiring.

"It turned out to be Xu Zhu's divine monk." Lin Daxia praised.

He previously felt that this little monk was ugly and his name did not match his reality.

But looking at it now, I feel that even the ugliness cannot hide his Buddha light. He is indeed an enlightened monk!

Lin Daxia said softly: "Jian'er, people should not be judged by their appearances, this Xuzhu monk has average appearance, but has such supernatural powers, in the future when you travel in the rivers and lakes, you must not judge people by their appearances!"

"Yes, father!" Lin Yijian replied respectfully.

"Xuzhu Divine Monk, his name is as loud as thunder, we admire him!"

A group of martial arts people looked at Xu Zhu in admiration.

Xu Zhu's face shows embarrassment.

How did I become a monk when I simply showed my skills?

Seeing that everyone was so enthusiastic and polite, he hurriedly returned the favor: "I don't dare to take it! I don't take it! How can a humble monk dare to take the name of a divine monk!"

Compared to before, Xu Zhu has grown a lot.

"The martial arts conference will be held at midnight tomorrow. Donors, please wait a moment. There must be no more private fights!"

After Xu Zhu delivered the words, he walked back to Shaoshi Mountain stepping on lightness kung fu.

Seeing such light kung fu, everyone exclaimed in surprise.

The fifth day of September.

Autumn is crisp and the osmanthus is fragrant.

I don't know how many years the martial arts conference will be held as scheduled.

All the sects of the Jianghu entered the arena one after another and entered the Shaolin Temple.

The first to enter is the Shaolin Temple team.

A group of monks approached us with arrogance and arrogance.

Next is the beggar gang.

The team was personally led by the four elders who had nine bags hanging on their bodies.

Followed by Gusu Murong.

Dali Duan.

Shandong Penglai School.

Sichuan Qingcheng School.

Liangzhou Kongtong Sect.

Henan Funiu pie.

Hunan Iron Palm Gang.

Shaanxi Thunder Gate.

Wait for dozens of sects.

As well as Shandong Shanjia, Yunzhou Qinjiazhai, Zhongnanshan Shenjian Villa and more than [-] martial arts families.

Finally, there are a large number of martial arts practitioners.

There are thousands of people in total.

"Father, where's the head of the Beggar Gang? Why don't you see him?"

Lin Yijian was rather curious to see the well-known Gang Leader Duan for a long time.

The heads of all the sects have arrived, but the leader of the beggar gang is missing in the middle.

"This"

Daxia Lin didn't know where Duan Yu had gone.

Not only were they curious, but even the Beggars themselves were quite anxious.

"If our leader doesn't come, what's the point of having this martial arts conference?"

"Yeah, let's go then?"

"Wait a minute."

The four elders spoke to each other without caring about the astonished expressions of others.

Good guy, are you beggars so casual?
Also, where is your gang leader?
You won't oversleep and won't come, right?
Amidst the discussion, Murong Fu in the crowd smiled like a spring breeze.

He wished Duan Yu wouldn't come!

"Brothers, Duan is here!"

A long voice came from the sky, as if it sounded in the ear, calm and gentle.

"It's Chief Duan who is here!"

"Where is the master of the Duan Gang?"

They arrived before anyone arrived, and everyone looked around, but no trace of Duan Yu was found.

"Look, it's in the sky!"

Everyone looked up one after another, like a group of elementary school students watching the plane.

Lin Yijian blinked vigorously and looked intently.

I saw a black eagle flying high in the sky, hovering over Shaoshi Mountain, and making a loud call from time to time.

Everyone's hearts trembled. The roar was so touching that it was absolutely extraordinary!

After the big eagle lowered its height, everyone saw two people standing on it.

The faces of the two people could not be seen clearly, but they seemed to be a man and a woman, both dressed in white, like a pair of gods and goddesses.

"The one on the carving is Gang Leader Duan!"

"It's him! It's him! It's him!"

"Look, they're jumping off!"

The breeze was gentle, Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan joined hands, drifting against the wind, and landed slowly.

"Are they gods?" Lin Yijian looked at the two of them.

At a height of tens of meters, if you say jump, you can jump. Didn’t the gods fall to death long ago?

Seeing the two floating down, Shaoshi Mountain let out exclamations.

They all lamented Duan Yu's flowers.

"It's really enviable to be so popular!" Lin Daxia sighed with emotion.

Even Abbot Xuanci was moved, his expression seemed to recall the scene when he was young.
"Amitabha!"

After pronouncing the Buddha's name, Abbot Xuanci's treasured appearance was solemn, and he put aside all distracting thoughts in his mind.

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