Atlas of Heaven and Man.

Chapter 806: Stepping into the Pavilion with Xue Jun

The disciples in Langtao Hall who were in charge of leading the way looked respectful and serious. After all, they were guiding a fighter from a great country who had come from afar, and he was also an opponent invited by their teacher, so the two of them did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.

While Chen Chuan was following the two of them upstairs, the escort warship in the distance also came near Erwen Island and crossed the ship. Then all the guns on the warship were lowered and aimed at Erwen Island.

If there is any unusual movement on the island, or if the fighters on their side encounter any accident, the entire island will be bombarded with artillery fire.

After leaving the beach, Chen Chuan followed the disciple who led the way for about ten minutes, entered a tree-lined path with a very Zen atmosphere, and arrived in front of the residence.

He saw a large stone standing next to it, with the word "Langtao" written on it. The strokes were thick and full of momentum. Just by looking at it, it was as if he heard the sound of surging waves, but there was a sense of softness underneath, as if it was subdued by some force, making the sound shocking but not shocking, angry but not threatening.

The disciple of Lang Tao Pavilion saw the stone and immediately introduced it, saying, "The word 'Lang Tao' was written by the first master of the pavilion, Zen Dao Zu Shi, more than 600 years ago."

Chen Chuan stared at the word "waves". Although so many years had passed, he could still sense that there was still a faint spiritual power on it, just like the lotus seat of Master Hongfa.

and……

He looked deeply into it; there were many things hidden in this word.

Seeing him stop, the two disciples did not disturb or urge him, but waited respectfully by the side.

Chen Chuan stopped for a long while before he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the mountain path behind the residence that was winding up through the bamboo forest. He said, "Let's go."

The disciple immediately said, "Please come in, sir." Then he continued to lead Chen Chuan up the road. At first, the dozens of steps on the mountain road were still a bit steep, but after going up a distance, it became a little flatter. Occasionally, one or two bird calls could be heard in the bamboo forest.

At this moment, he glanced over and saw a large black and green stele standing deep in the bamboo forest, with sculptures of strange creatures on both sides. Many names were engraved on it, but many places were still empty.

He asked, "What is that?"

The disciple who led the way replied respectfully, "Sir, that is the Self-Sacrifice Monument. It is engraved with the names of the disciples of Langtao Pavilion who have fought and died in duels over the past few hundred years."

After a pause, he continued, "After Junior Brother Jian Cheng was defeated and died, his name was also engraved on this monument."

Chen Chuan glanced at him and said, "You call him Junior Brother, so you are Bian Yue Yizhen, the eldest disciple of this generation of Lang Tao Pavilion?"

Bian Yueyizhen bowed and replied, "It is me."

Chen Chuan took a few glances. When he came to greet him just now, he saw that this disciple was not simple. Among the fighters of the third level, he was definitely a good fighter.
He had met Ye Jianhong of An Yaokan and Gong Ying Changxiu of Fenglinkan. Each of them had an indescribable temperament, but Bian Yue Yizheng looked very ordinary in appearance, but he could feel that this man had a more persistent or paranoid belief, which was not possessed by the former two.

He said, "You don't seem to be sad about the death of your fellow apprentice?"

Bian Yue Yizhen raised his head slightly and said seriously: "For warriors like us, it is inevitable that we will be killed by a blade, shed all our blood, and be buried in the dirt and rocks. It is difficult for our decayed bodies to survive in this world. Only our martial arts reputation will last forever. Junior Brother Jiancheng was defeated by you. It is a blessing for Junior Brother Jiancheng to be defeated and killed by a fighter."

He spoke with great sincerity, and it was obvious that he really meant it.

Chen Chuan did not comment. When he came out of the bamboo forest, the view ahead became wider. Through the corridor in front, he could see a typical foreign island wooden structure building from the old times.

There was a row of red flower trees planted on each side of the corridor, and in front of the door, a lame old man in black clothes was kneeling there with a serious expression. Even when they walked over, he did not say a word or move.

As they were walking past the old man, he suddenly said, "Sir, has he exhausted all his moves?"

Chen Chuan knew who he was asking about. He recalled for a moment before saying, "I guess I've used up all of it."

After hearing what he said, the lame old man turned around and bowed deeply to him.

Chen Chuan didn't look at him again. He walked through the corridor and came to the front door of the wooden building. When he got here, Bian Yueyizhen bowed and said, "The teacher is waiting for you in the grand room. Please forgive me for not being able to see you off."

Chen Chuan took a look inside. He had no intention of taking off his shoes and simply stepped onto the stairs, stepping on the wooden floor inside. However, none of the waiters indicated anything wrong.

However, as he walked along, there was always a faint glow on his body, and his feet were not stained with any dirt or mud, so even though he came from outside, there were no traces left on the ground.

Walking through the front hall, I came straight to the grand viewing room, where a bamboo curtain had already been hung. I could see a tall and thin figure sitting here, who was more than two meters tall even when sitting. His hair was loose, and there was a slightly curved long sword on the knife rack beside him. On the side of the table in front of him was an ink-colored incense burner with a wave pattern, and above him, there was a scroll with the words "Wen Lei" hung.

Feng Heshou, the owner of Lang Tao Pavilion, stretched out his hand and gestured to Chen Chuan, saying, "Mr. Chen, please take a seat."

Chen Chuan came over and sat down opposite him.

Feng Heshou picked up the ceramic teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea into the cup in front of him. Delicate white buds could be seen on the tips of the tea leaves, and it looked like a layer of snowflakes floating in the cup.

"This is Xuelang tea. It was planted by Zen Dao Patriarch from Donglu Zen Temple. It is said that these two tea trees are the only ones left in the world. They can only be picked at the end of October every year. Now is the perfect time to entertain guests. Mr. Chen, please taste it."

Chen Chuan picked up the teacup and took a sip. He immediately felt the coolness and fragrance. He said, "Although I don't know much about tea, I think it's very good."

Feng Heshou said: "As long as Mr. Chen likes it, it doesn't matter whether he understands it or not. People like you and me don't need to care about the secular world or other people's thoughts."

Chen Chuan took another sip of tea. Because the cup was small, it almost emptied out immediately, leaving only the tea leaves. He put the cup down and said, "It's not enough."

Feng Heshou did not pour him any more tea, but glanced at the Xuejun sword he brought with him and said, "Mr. Chen has an outstanding appearance and a dignified demeanor, but it's a pity that your sword is not worthy of you."

Chen Chuan said calmly: "Whether there is a knife or not, it is the same to me."

Feng Heshou looked at him and said, "If that's the case, why did you bring it here?"

Chen Chuan raised the sword and took a look at it, then raised his eyes again and said, "This sword is called Xuejun. It has been following me since I started my martial arts career. It is my good companion. There are no spectators for me to spar with the gym owner this time, so it is a bit deserted, so it is just right for it to watch the fight here."

Feng Heshou seemed to agree with what he said, showing a look of delighted approval. At this time, he reached out, grabbed a chain beside him and pulled it, and heard a mechanical sound, and then the entire hall where they were located shook, and actually began to slowly sink down.

There was no strange expression on Chen Chuan's face, he just sat there calmly.

The hall sank down for about forty to fifty meters. There were a few sharp sounds, as if the ropes involved were suddenly tightened. Then there was a slight shake, and then the hall stopped.

Chen Chuan saw that behind the place Feng He was guarding was a passage supported by a wooden frame. There were carvings of the heads of some strange creatures on the black lacquered pillars, and a bright light shone from the corner at the end.

Feng Heshou stretched out his hand and grabbed the long sword beside him, saying: "Mr. Chen just saw the words above my head, and this sword of mine is called "Wen Lei." " He picked it up and then stood up from his seat.

After he stood up, he was about four meters tall. He was wearing a tight-fitting fighting suit with wide sleeves. His face was long and narrow, but not ugly. It was just that his age could not be determined. He seemed to be in his twenties, or forty or fifty. He had a deep and solemn aura about him.

He said, "Mr. Chen, I can't perform here. Please follow me." Then he turned around and walked towards the place where the light was coming from.

Chen Chuan also stood up, picked up the Xuejun Knife, and followed him forward.

This corridor is relatively wide, with the ceiling being about twenty meters high and five or six meters wide. But even so, there are still many traces of scratches and friction on the walls and the ceiling.

He was very familiar with the light in front of him; it was the radiance coming from the opposite world.

He knew that all the existing fighting gyms overseas that had survived and maintained a complete heritage all had their own cracks. The place he was heading to now should be the crack of the Langtao Hall.

This kind of thing is considered a secret to ordinary people, but it is not surprising to fighters and is basically known to everyone.

He had entered the crack of Danliu Pavilion before, and there was a senior blocking the entrance and exit there. He didn't know what it was like here.

When he was about to reach there, Feng Heshou stopped in his tracks facing the light from the opposite side. At this moment, the space where he was seemed to be forcibly expanded. The decorations and supports here were gone, and there seemed to be only a big pit left. He said, "There used to be a senior from our Langtao Pavilion here, but he has left now."

"left?"

Feng Heshou said: "Although our theoretical life span is endless, there will be external infiltration during practice. The more we practice, the more impurities will settle, and this is irreversible.

However, the reason why we transform and break through the limit is to rely on this, so it is extremely difficult to eradicate. After practicing for a long time, this filth will not only invade from the outside, but also arise from within our own spirit. As a result, we are oppressed from both inside and outside, and suffer unspeakably. This requires us to eliminate and sort it out from time to time. If we can't keep it, we will be infected and become a demon with other appearances."

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(End of this chapter)