The rolling Liangshan Mountains have complex and diverse landforms, with the terrain high in the northwest and low in the southeast. High mountains, deep valleys, plains, basins, and hills are intertwined.
There is the Chalang Dorje Peak in Muli County with the highest altitude of 5958 meters, and the Jinsha River Valley Bottom in Dayandong in Leibo County with the lowest altitude of 305 meters. The relative height difference is 5653 meters.
Fault zones are criss-crossed, with fault block mountains, fault basins, and fault valleys galore. It can be described as having many mountains, cliffs, walls, and impact plains.
Linzuyuan is an unknown plain in Liangshan, rarely known to outsiders. It is located among several large mountains and has almost no smooth way to the outside world.
If you want to enter here, you have to travel through mountains and rivers, or... take a plane.
What outsiders don't know is that if one can overcome the obstacles of mountains and rivers, there will be no way out, and there will be a bright future in another village.
Linzuyuan is actually a paradise.
The famous Lin Family of Luzhou is located in this paradise.
As a century-old family whose family has been passed down through martial arts, the Lin family has developed a unique heirloom model after hundreds of years of development.
The children with martial arts talents all stayed in Lin Zuyuan to practice martial arts, while the children without martial arts talents were sent out of Lin Zuyuan early to learn knowledge.
Therefore, all the disciples who can stay in Lin Zuyuan are all martial arts practitioners with certain talents.
In the martial arts training field on the field, teams of young people were shouting slogans and training hard. There were about a hundred people, divided into three teams.
There was a group of children of primary school age, a group of young men who looked like junior high school students, and a group of young men of high school age.
Each of the three teams has its own training method, and by the river not far from the three teams, there is a middle-aged man with black hair sitting.
He was holding a bamboo pole and fishing with his eyes closed.
The strange thing is that the fishhook did not fall into the water, but hovered 20 centimeters above the water, and there was no bait on the fishhook.
How to fish here?
When ordinary people see this scene, they will definitely think that this person is a lunatic. He doesn't put the hook in the water or put the bait, so he catches a fish with bird feathers?
But is this really the case?
the answer is negative!
The river flows slowly and is crystal clear, and from time to time you can see fish swimming back and forth in it.
Suddenly, a fish swam under the hook, lifted its tail out of the water, jumped up suddenly, and bit the hook hard, as if there was something attracting it in the hook.
"Haha, another stupid fish!"
The black-haired middle-aged man chuckled, flicked his wrist, and the fishing rod trembled slightly. The fish that bit the hook fell off and fell towards the fish basket next to it.
He fell into the fish basket accurately, struggled hard for a long time, and stopped moving!
The breeze blew slowly and the river flowed slowly. The old man once again hovered the fishhook above the river, waiting for the arrival of the next stupid fish.
The tranquility of the scene here is in sharp contrast to the noisy chants in the distance. However, the middle-aged man closes his eyes and meditates, as if he is blended in between heaven and earth, and no external objects can disturb him.
"Dong dong dong——"
Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps approaching from far away interrupted this peaceful and harmonious scene.
Looking around, he saw an old man with gray hair and childish face running over. When he reached the old fishing man, he knelt down with a thud.
"Father, something big happened!"
An old man with gray hair and a boyish face calls a middle-aged man with black hair his father. Who would have thought of this if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes?
"event?"
The black-haired middle-aged man didn't even raise his eyelids, and said calmly: "My father is here, the sky is not falling, tell me, what happened?"
"Zhan Tu was killed!"
The white-haired old man clenched his fists and said angrily.
The black-haired middle-aged man's hand holding the fishing rod trembled slightly, and he frowned: "So, the three sword slaves were also killed?"
The sword slave was sent by him to protect Zhan Tu. Since Zhan Tu was killed, the three of them had no chance of surviving.
"Yes, father, the three sword slave uncles were also killed!"
The white-haired old man had a look of sorrow on his face. The three sword slaves were from the mythical realm and were the pillars of their Lin family, but now they were killed.
How miserable is it for him, the head of the family?
"Oh? I'm curious about this!"
The young man with black hair exclaimed and said in surprise: "Although the three Sword Slaves have entered the mythology less than 30 years ago, under the guidance of their father, they have made rapid progress. Coupled with the combined attack method of the three, even if they encounter
The five masters at the bottom of the myth list can also take on the challenge calmly.
Even if you don't win, you can still escape.
Now that they have all been killed, could it be that the masters at the top of the Myth List took action?"
"No! None!"
The white-haired middle-aged man shook his head repeatedly: "The one who killed them was a young man named Ying Yue. It was this turtle son named Ying who killed Zhan Tu and the three sword slave uncles!"
"Yingyue? Is that the little guy who was less than 20 years old, but killed Yagyu Souei, Miyamoto Tenzo and four others in succession?"
The black-haired middle-aged man said strangely.
"It's this turtle son!"
"I didn't expect this little guy to have some strength!"
The black-haired middle-aged man frowned: "The strength of the three sword slaves cannot be underestimated. Only the top three masters on the myth list can kill them!"
"Father, please take action to kill Ying Yue and avenge Zhan Tu and the three sword slave uncles, so as to frighten Xiao Xiao and establish the prestige of our Lin family!"
The white-haired old man raised his head to the sky and said loudly.
Who would have thought that the black-haired middle-aged man actually shook his head slightly: "Zhan Tu provoked the myth and was killed by the opponent. It is understandable. As for the three sword slaves, I can only say that their skills are inferior to others!"
The white-haired old man was stunned when he heard this, and said angrily: "Is that all? Zhan Tu is your most beloved great-grandson!"
"Killing to pay for one's life, and debts to pay for debts are the only and right thing to do!"
The black-haired middle-aged man said calmly: "Since Ying Yue dares to kill the children of my Lin family, my Lin family can naturally kill him, but it is not convenient for me as a father to take action!"
"If you don't take action, then who else in our Lin family can be the opponent of Ying Yue, the son of a bitch?"
The white-haired old man smiled bitterly.
"Have you forgotten Hongyuan?"
The black-haired middle-aged man chuckled.
"Little brother?"
When the white-haired old man heard this, his eyes widened and he said in disbelief: "Hasn't my little brother been missing for 30 years?"
"Missing? No!"
The black-haired middle-aged man shook his head and said: "My father just sent him to a place. Now that 30 years have passed, it's time to take him back!"
"My little brother is coming back?"
The white-haired old man was overjoyed, his whole body was shaking with excitement, and he said happily: "My little brother has been extremely talented since he was a child. He is a rare martial arts wizard in a century. Thirty years ago, he was already a myth. Even the three sword slave uncles were not him.
opponent.
Now that 30 years have passed, what level of cultivation should he have reached?"
"After 30 years of training in that place, I can at least be ranked in the top 5 of the myth list!"
The black-haired middle-aged man smiled faintly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes. He clearly remembered the delicate but decisive face, and the voice that echoed in his ears.