Chapter 67: The Four Schools of Ancient Martial Arts in the World
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain brought large snowdrops, which made a crisp sound on the street. Pedestrians on the street hid in the houses one after another, and suddenly there were no pedestrians on the street.
Ling Tianyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and Zhong Huaidao rushed towards him with his horse. Before the men and horses arrived, they rushed towards Ling Tianyun with a gust of wind. The big saber in his hand was swung and turning like a windmill, rain,
The snow beads turned into bursts of white mist around him, but he rode on horseback as if in a hazy mist.
Several other warriors followed Zhong Huai closely. Once Zhong Huai and Ling Tianyun locked hands, they would bypass and rush forward. However, they completely ignored the old monk who was watching from the side.
The old monk looked relaxed, and the evergreen bamboo in his hand started to dance from time to time.
"Dang, dang, dang," several sounds of metal collision sounded.
Ling Tianyun had already locked hands with Zhong Huai, and the horses they mounted were constantly impacting each other, and then suddenly separated. Ling Tianyun had already drawn out his saber, and easily resisted Zhong Huai's attack. This made him feel surprised.
Unfortunately, the opponent still didn't have any killing intent against him, but his sword skills were obviously much better than the samurai who fought him at the beginning. And his internal strength was much deeper than the other samurai.
, so he had to take matters into his own hands to entangle Ling Tianyun.
Several other warriors had already ridden past Ling Tianyun and Zhong Huai, who were intertwining with each other, but Ling Tianyun did not stop them in any way and allowed them to ride past him. When the warriors saw this, they couldn't help but feel nervous.
Overjoyed, he clamped down on the horse with his legs, causing the horse to accelerate forward.
They arrived in front of the old monk in a moment, but the thin old monk was not taken seriously by them at all. The leading warrior raised his whip and was about to pass the old monk.
At this time, the raindrops falling from the sky turned into pebbles, whizzing towards the group of warriors. The raindrops were mixed with strong winds and hit the group of warriors who were galloping on horseback.
The bodies of the warriors felt as if they had been struck by lightning, their bodies were all numb and numb, and within a moment they felt bursts of pain.
Suddenly, the horse neighed loudly, and the group of warriors immediately reined in the reins and looked at the old monk with frightened eyes. Only then did they realize that the old monk was the real master.
A piece of evergreen bamboo can turn raindrops into sharp weapons and hit them. This is beyond the scope of their understanding. A single raindrop can hit people and even kill them.
The group of warriors stopped. They did not dare to rush forward. Everyone had frightened eyes. Suddenly, the old monk became like a god in their minds, and they began to fear the old monk.
psychology.
Zhong Huai also had to pay attention to his companions from time to time. He raised his saber and attacked Ling Tianyun while glancing at his companions from time to time. He only saw the old monk waving the evergreen bamboo, and the evergreen bamboo was carrying a powerful force.
The wind turned the rain into streaks of light that shot towards his companions. Those raindrops hit his companions, making them unable to move forward. Seeing this, he was not surprised. It turned out that he had also made a mistake.
His mind was in chaos, and then his sword skills were messed up, revealing many flaws. Ling Tianyun easily grabbed a flaw, struck it with a knife, and knocked him off the horse. And the moment he landed on the ground, he immediately
After adjusting his body posture, he did not fall to the ground awkwardly, but landed on his feet.
Zhong Huai stood beside the horse, letting the rain hit his cheeks. He knew that the mission failed, and the failure was due to his own recklessness and offending others.
"The green mountains will not change, the green water will always flow, and you will be taught a lesson."
Zhong Huai cupped his fists and said to Ling Tianyun. After saying that, he immediately got on his horse, turned around and galloped back. There was no sloppiness, and he walked so cleanly. Seeing this, the other warriors also turned around and followed Zhong Huai.
They rushed towards the other end of the street. They arrived with great momentum, but they left cleanly and did not say too much nonsense to Ling Tianyun and the two again.
A heavy rain mixed with large snowdrops came one after another, and a heavy snowfall was coming. It was already dark, and it was past the time to close the city gate.
Ling Tianyun raised his head, feeling the bone-chilling chill. He did not deliberately use his internal strength to resist the chill brought by the rain. The rain flowed down his cheeks and flowed straight into his neck, making the bone-chilling chill even more intense.
It became so thick that it made Ling Tianyunshui tremble. At this moment, his heart returned to calmness, like a mirror without any twists and turns. He knew that this was only a superficial phenomenon and it was temporary. His knot in his heart was not there.
He was truly opened. The anger in his heart seemed to have been extinguished by the winter rain. But he still felt that it was not over yet. What awaited him would be a storm-like blow at Zhongshan Martial Arts Center.
Ling Tianyun galloped forward without saying hello to the old monk behind him. Although he was deeply depressed, he still didn't want to show it at the moment. He knew that the old monk had many secrets, and he had never seen the old monk take action.
But this time the old monk took action. No matter what the purpose was, Ling Tianyun's trust in him had been reduced. He vaguely felt that the old monk approached him with some unknown purpose, but he could not think of this.
What the old monk liked about him was what depressed Ling Tianyun the most.
The old monk followed Ling Tianyun without saying a word. He looked at Ling Tianyun's back strangely and sighed. The little black donkey's ears waggled, and his two big donkey eyes kept staring straight ahead.
The cold wind suddenly picked up, the winter rain became fluttering, and the "ding-dong-ding-dong" bells sounded, which was particularly crisp and sweet in the cold wind, rain and snow.
In a guest room of Yuelai Inn, Ling Tianyun and the old monk were sitting at a small table. On the small table were two steaming bowls of pasta, and next to the pasta were a few small plates of side dishes. At first, neither of them moved their chopsticks.
As they chatted, they both stared at the two bowls of pasta in a daze.
"You bastard, eat quickly. If you wait a little longer, those people may come to bring in reinforcements. It will inevitably be a fierce battle. Only when you are full can you have the strength to fight."
The old monk held up his chopsticks and started eating first. He didn't care about the image of an eminent monk. He picked up the noodles and started gobbling them down. Seeing this, Ling Tianyun didn't care anymore. He seemed to be competing with the old monk, and the "swish" noodles entered his mouth.
The sound is endless. The tradition of "eating without speaking" cannot be reflected in the two of them at all. The two of them seemed to have been hungry for ten lifetimes, swallowing a bowl of noodles in three or two times.
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"Just ask whatever you want to ask. I know you still have many questions in your mind. If you don't answer the questions in your mind, you will not be reconciled. Old monk, I will definitely tell you what I should tell you."
The old monk pushed away the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, turned to Ling Tianyun, and said to him.
"Where is the Far North and where is the Night Palace?"
"The Far North is of course in the north. Ye Ming Palace is an ancient martial arts sect that has been passed down for thousands of years. I don't know the specific location, old monk." The old monk answered Ling Tianyun's question, but he did not raise any questions about the girl.
, the old monk felt a little surprised.
"Ancient martial arts sect?" This was still a new term. Ling Tianyun was shocked but even more confused. He didn't understand why it was said to be an ancient martial arts sect. Could it be that the current martial arts cultivators from various sects did not fall into this category.
"As long as you know this, don't pay too much attention to the rest. There are four major sects in the world today, the Night Palace in the far north, the Cangqiong Gate of the East China Sea Pavilion, the Desolate Linglong Valley of the Southern Barbarians, and the Desert Hao of the Western Regions.
Tianzong. These four sects are authentic ancient martial arts sects, which have inherited martial arts culture for almost a thousand years. These four sects control the destiny of the world. They are born every time in troubled times, and several emperors are appointed to become the emperor.
Cultivate them and help them unify the world. The fate of the Tang Dynasty has been exhausted, and now it is in troubled times. This time, the East China Sea Cangqiong Sect and the Western Regions Haotian Sect are involved. The other two sects have not participated in this troubled times."
Ling Tianyun was shocked. He opened his mouth and was speechless for a long time. Huge waves had already set off in his heart. This was the first time he had heard of this. There are such secrets in this world war, which made him unable to help but
Aroused great curiosity.
Seeing his astonished look, the old monk smiled lightly and said: "These are the secrets of the struggle in the world. Don't think that it is so easy to conquer the world. How can it be possible to unify the world without the help of a certain huge force?"
Hegemony."
Ling Tianyun recovered from the shock. He knew that those mysterious ancient martial arts sects were not accessible to a small person like him. The great cause of world hegemony should have nothing to do with him. He was just a small person. To be able to get this
He is already satisfied with the shocking secret. As for whoever wants to be the emperor, whoever wants to be the emperor appointed by the four ancient martial arts sects can do it. It has nothing to do with him anyway.
"Besides the four major ancient martial arts sects, are there other ancient martial arts sects in the world? Does everyone in the world know these four major ancient martial arts sects?" Ling Tianyun has returned to normal. Of course, his young mind is more curious about these, and he can't help but wonder again.
Asked the old monk.
"How can the ancient martial arts sect be known to the world so easily? These are the biggest secrets in the world. The so-called ancient martial arts has been passed down for thousands of years, and has retained thousands of years of martial arts methods and cultivation. The martial arts in the world
Several realms are actually passed down from the ancient martial arts sect, and different realms are divided according to the cultivation of internal strength. Ordinary people in the world will not know these secrets at all, and even some people with relatively advanced martial arts cultivation will not know. As for other than this
There are of course the four major ancient martial arts sects, and of course there are some ancient warriors who are truly reclusive. Some of them are family-based, some are sect-based, and some are personal ascetic practices. In this way, ancient warriors generally do not easily appear in the world, and most of them do not appear in the world easily.
They are all hidden in the deep mountains and old forests, and of course some are hidden in the streets or among the people. However, these four ancient martial arts sects have never appeared before, so only a few people know about these four ancient martial arts sects, while other ancient martial arts practitioners are not aware of them.
I don’t know.” The old monk explained.
"Then where are these four ancient martial arts sects? Has anyone been there?" Ling Tianyun touched the sachet under his neck. He couldn't help but think of Duo'er, that shy and charming girl on her face.
"Generally speaking, the world cannot enter these four ancient martial arts sects. The most mysterious of these four ancient martial arts sects are the two sects in the north and south. The Yeming Palace is in the extreme north. It is said that there is ice all year round.
The ground is freezing, and the wind is as cold as a knife, in a vast snowfield. Ordinary people will freeze to death as soon as they arrive there. Unless they have deep internal strength to resist the ice and cold wind. Otherwise, there is only a dead end there, and it will be deserted all year round.
, let alone freeze to death, even if you don't freeze to death, you will starve to death. And the Linglong Valley in the Southern Barbarian wilderness is also mysterious, located among the hundreds of thousands of mountains in the Southern Barbarian wilderness. The miasma is shrouded in those mountains all year round, and the miasma is
A very poisonous gas. As long as an ordinary person inhales a little bit, his whole body will turn black, his breathing will not be smooth, and he will die in less than an hour. And in the mountains of 100,000, there are strange beasts and monsters, and poisonous insects are everywhere. Ordinary people
Not to mention being injured by the miasma, even the poisonous insects and ferocious beasts in the mountains will destroy the human body."
Ling Tianyun took a deep breath. He did not expect that these two places were so difficult and dangerous. He definitely did not have the ability to reach those places. Touching the sachet under his neck, he couldn't help but feel
Smiling bitterly, Duo'er really posed such a big problem for herself. I really didn't know the heights of the world, so I boasted about Haikou and agreed to find her. Now that I think about it, it's not that easy at all.
"So what about the other two sects, Cangqiong Sect and Haotian Sect, it shouldn't be so difficult to find. Then is the third Khitan prince Yelu Zongheng an emperor appointed by these two sects?" Ling Tianyun thought of that night in Baishui
During the battle on Chang'an Street in the city, Guo Huaian and Yelu Zongheng were attacked by assassins from the Assassin's Sky Alliance at the same time. He thought of this.