Vol 4 Chapter 72: Encounter a hero in a 0-foot building

Yang Yi always felt that he had forgotten a very important thing, but couldn't remember it.
After Tongguan separated from his junior brother Lu Yan and Abi, Yang Yi went to Huashan, and first went to Zhang Chaogu to see Chen Tuan, where the bones of Junior Brother Chen were buried.
119 years ago, Yang Yi cut off Zhao Kuangyin's head in Funing Hall, and then went directly to Dali Immortal Changchun Valley with Zhou Yingluo. After that, he separated from his beloved disciple Li Xiaoyao in Shushan, and went west to Europa over the snowy mountains.
After 119 years, he returned to Guanzhong to visit Junior Brother Chen Tuan.
The Yuntai View on the North Peak of Huashan Mountain is still there, but it is a bit dilapidated. There are only two elderly Taoists in the view. After Chen Tuanxian passed away 119 years ago, his disciples and grandchildren who were watching in Yuntai soon disappeared.
A few decades ago, there was a lesser-known sword juggler in the rivers and lakes of the Central Plains, who claimed to be a real fire dragon, but no one knew his real name. Huolong is not young anymore, he said he is Chen Tuan's apprentice. Yang Yi knew this was impossible, and through the analysis of his swordsmanship style, he felt that this real fire dragon was more likely to be a half-way disciple of Li Xiaoyao.
Li Xiaoyao taught martial arts to too many people, and it was inevitable that the good and the bad were mixed, but he later killed those who were too bad, so Huolong should not be too bad.
Fifteen years ago, the real Huolong wandered to Hezhong Mansion and was regarded as a guest of honor by the Lu family. Lu Yan learned the swordsmanship from him. After three years of learning, the real fire dragon died.
Lu Yan's appearance and temperament are very similar to Yuan Tiangang, but on the inside, he is a figure who is alive and well. He deceives people and is more self-assured than the old Zhangtou, which makes you involuntarily convinced.
Like the old Zhang's head, Lu Yan is now a living of the Song Dynasty. He said that he was born in the first year of Datang Zhen and was almost 300 years old. This statement is obviously much more convergent than Lao Zhangtou's three thousand years old.
Why did Li Longji believe in the nonsense of the old Zhang Tou? The current Zhao Song official family believes in Lu Yan's story for the same reason.
Lv Yan said that his Taoist master had inherited the power of the immortal master Zhong Li in the Han Dynasty, and he was given by Han Zhongli. He said that he had two Taoist priests one after another, and now both have become fairies.
Of course, these are all what Lu Yan said to others, and it is not necessary for Sheep Yi.
Lu Yan, whose name is Dongbin, is named Chunyangzi, and he was 25 years old when he met a sheep. It was the fourth brother Yang Yi, who had been in this world for nearly five hundred years, and the fourth person he could trust completely.
Yang Yi asked Lu Yan, why are there so many cultivators in the world, but only four of you, Lao Yuan, Lao Zhang Tou, Chen Tuan, and Xiao Lu, can tell at a glance that I am a dead person? Why are only the fate of the four of you related to me?
Lu Yan said that he didn't know, but after each cultivator's Taoism was cultivated, he would begin to feel his fate, and only after completing the Taoist fate, could he cultivate into a great road. There is no such thing as a Taoist person who can cultivate Taoism, and everyone's Taoism is different.
Lu Yan said: "Brother, my fate is you. If you want to find a way back, I will help you find it like Tiangangzi, Tongxuan Zhenren and Fu Yaozi."
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Yuntai View has only a very small courtyard and three or four rooms, and some corners are damaged and leaking. Yang Yi gave Lao Dao some silver coins, and asked him to hire a few craftsmen to carry some bricks and tiles to repair it. Then he stayed in Po Dao Temple, waiting for Xiao Lu to protect the flowers before returning.
Huashan is steep and steep, making it extremely difficult to climb. Since the ancient Huashan road, the North Peak is the first peak on this road. The five peaks of Huashan Mountain and the other four peaks are much higher than the North Peak.
Sheep waited on the mountain for a month, and Xiao Lu should be back. During this month, the sheep often wandered in the mountains when they were free.
On this day, it was drizzling in the mountains. As soon as the sheep came to a huge stone platform above the thousand-foot building, they saw the rain and mist rising in the mountains, like a fairyland. Such a picture is suitable for reciting poems and composing fu, but for Yangyi, nothing is more enjoyable than practicing a punch.
Because of its steepness, Huashan has few tourists and visitors, which is also the main reason why it is difficult to see the incense on Yuntai. She often doesn't show up alone for ten days and a half, and Yang Yi doesn't worry about others disturbing her martial arts practice.
He took off his robe and jacket, tightened his wide-mouth trousers, and practiced shirtlessly. The fist and the wind passed, the rain and the mist scattered, the trees swayed, and the sheep fought well.
Suddenly, he was extremely alert and stopped and looked at the exit of the Qianchi Building fifty steps away, where there was a person standing there.
Forty or fifty years old, he is a burly man with leggings and wrists under his robe. He is clearly dressed as a martial artist. Moreover, climbing from the extremely steep, one-line sky-thousand-square-foot building, which is said to be a thousand feet high, it still has a uniform breath, which is obviously not simple.
"Good work!" The visitor first cheered loudly, and then walked towards the sheep, holding his fists and saluting.
"Little brother, good kung fu. Although this set of Arhat Fuhu Boxing is ordinary, it is displayed by the little brother, but it is very powerful and domineering. It is only seen in my life and I admire it."
"The little brother is so good at work, presumably the rivers and lakes are definitely not unknown. Dare to ask the good name of Henkel?"
Yang Yi was disturbed to practice martial arts for no apparent reason. He felt a little unhappy, so he did not answer his words, but frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"Hahaha..." The visitor didn't think he was disgusted, and after a hearty smile, he clasped his fists again: "Sajiaguan Zhong Zhou Tong." His words will be powerful and he is obviously quite confident in his name.
The sheep did not know the martial arts world of the Da Song Dynasty. He hadn't heard of the name before, so he did it perfunctorily. "Well, long and long. What's the matter with you?"
Zhou Tong was a little embarrassed. He never expected that the sheep would be indifferent to his name. However, Zhou Tong is a bold hero, and he will not blame Yang Yi for being rude.
"Sajia passed by Huashan and saw the misty mountains in the rain, so he climbed the mountain and took a look at the scenery. Never wanted to interrupt the little brother's practice, and was rude and rude."
The sheep waved his hand. "It's okay, this is not my mountain. Mr. Zhou, please."
His undisciplined attitude aroused Zhou Tong's curiosity instead.
"This brother, I see your martial arts are powerful, there are few opponents in the martial arts, can you ask the respected name?"
Yang Yi put the hand that had just been put down again. "I am not a martial artist. I don't want to mention it in the name of a mountain villager. Mr. Zhou, where are you from?"
"Sajia is a native of Guanzhong. Six months ago, at the invitation of Xuanci's abbot Hero Tie, he went to Shaolin Temple to participate in the martial arts convention. After that, he stayed with friends in Bianliang for a few months before returning to Guanzhong. Little brother..."
"Oh, Mr. Zhou has been to Shaolin Temple?" Yang Yi became interested. It is all a powerful person in the martial arts world of the Song Dynasty that can let Shaolin Temple post a hero invitation. This Zhou Dong is obviously not a small role. "Are you famous?"
Zhou Tong smiled helplessly: "It's a bit of a bad name, but it's all martial arts fellows to show love, not worthy of a show." Very modest.
"Mr. Zhou, I take the liberty to ask, which school are you from and who did you follow?"
Zhou Tong straightened his chest: "Sajia's own eagle claws turn the door, UU reading www.uukansshu.com undertook the master of Shenquan Jintai."
"Jintai?...Ah, Jintai!"
When Yang suddenly remembered something he had forgotten, he had forgotten this golden platform.
Thirty years ago at Juelin Temple in Champa Kingdom, before Lingxiu monk Yang Wulang passed away, he not only asked the sheep to send the salvation to Shaolin Temple, but also asked the sheep to inform Shaolin of his experience and let Bodhidharma. The court arrested and even killed the villain Jintai.
Yang Wulang was robbed of Jintai's money for many years, and he was chased all the way to the sea, causing him to live abroad, and eventually the guest died in a foreign country.
As soon as the sheep arrived at Shaolin Temple, because he was mistaken for the Lingxiu monk, he completely forgot about the incident, which was nearly forty years. Today Zhou Tong mentioned Jintai, which reminded him that there is still such a promised but not done.
I'm so sorry Yang Wulang.
"What? You are the apprentice of the dog thief Jintai? Where is your brute master now?"