In those years, the cultivators we cut together

Lin Xiaolu couldn't understand the uncle guard's reaction. He still doesn't know that to mortal warriors, he is an immortal in the sky, and an immortal Bodhisattva that should be enshrined. That's why warriors among mortals are like this be in awe of yourself.

After all, warriors are still mortals after all, and in the eyes of most mortals, gods are superior, since ancient times.

Just like devout men and women kowtow to Bodhisattvas when they enter a temple, they kowtow naturally, feel at ease, and do not feel humiliated at all.

Lin Xiaolu told the uncle guard that he would not compete anymore, so he helped him up in fear, then skipped the topic and asked:

"Uncle, you just said that you have practiced so many martial arts, did you learn them all in Dayue Kingdom? Are there many martial arts in Dayue Kingdom?"

"Reporting to the immortal, there are not many martial arts in the country of Dayue, the more famous one is Tai Chi, and the others are relatively common."

"Tai Chi... what kind of martial art?" Lin Xiaolu asked blankly.

"Tai Chi is unique to our country of Dayue. It is a martial art that combines strength and softness and defeats the strong with the weak."

The weak beat the strong?

Lin Xiaolu's eyes lit up when he heard this, he looked at the guard in front of him and said excitedly:

"Uncle, can you teach me this Tai Chi? I will recognize you as my younger brother. If you are hungry in the future, you can go to the dining hall of Emei Picking Star Peak to eat. Just report my name, and you can eat as much as you want. And you don’t need to give money~ Are you happy?”

Hearing this, the guard's face suddenly became a little weird. He didn't understand why Lin Xiaolu, an Emei Shangxian, was so interested in Tai Chi, but he didn't dare to ask, so he could only respond respectfully: "Shangxian, A humble Tai Chi has only been learned for a few years when I was young, so I can't make it into the hall of elegance."

"That's it~" The young man opened his mouth, with a smart look of sudden realization, and then continued to ask: "Then do you know other martial artists who teach Tai Chi?"

The guard thought for a while, then shook his head: "Shangxian, I have a humble job as an official in the imperial court. I am not a member of the Jianghu, so I don't know much about the Jianghu sect."

Lin Xiaolu felt a little lost when he heard it, and he was so depressed that he didn't speak any more.

The guard uncle said that Tai Chi is a martial art that can defeat the strong with the weak, so can Tai Chi beat the immortal cultivator?

He fell into not-so-intelligent musings.

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Second day

At dawn, when the sky was just getting dark, Lin Xiaolu had already dressed and left the house.

Outside the house, the guard who hadn't slept all night was surprised when he saw Lin Xiaolu come out.

Lin Shangxian came out so early?It's not quite light yet.

"Uncle, you are exhausted from watching all night, come into my room and sleep for a while." Lin Xiaolu said to him with a smile.

The guard was taken aback, and hurriedly said that he didn't dare, saying that he had a special room for rest.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaolu didn't try to persuade him anymore. Although he was young, he could also see that the uncle's respect for immortal cultivators was deep in his bones, and it wouldn't change overnight.

He waved at the guards, then went downstairs to have breakfast by himself, ready to start morning exercises.

An hour later, the golden sun slowly rose, and it was morning. Chen Nianyun woke up from a wing room, washed with Xichen Dan, and called Yu Chuchu to go downstairs for breakfast.

Tang Xin didn't follow. She is a monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage who does not eat mortal things, and she is still meditating in the room.

"Brother Nianyun, I didn't expect the food in Dayue Kingdom to be quite delicious, not worse than the food hall."

On the expensive huanghuali dining table, Yu Chuchu smiled while picking up the yellowed salted duck eggs with chopsticks.

There was no expression on Chen Nianyun's face, he silently drank the soy milk and said:

"The Great Viet Kingdom treats us as honored guests, and the food they serve is naturally the best. Although it does not contain aura, it is delicious enough."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the salted duck egg in Yu Chuchu's hand: "Rather than saying that the food of Dayue Kingdom is delicious, it is better to say that the food of the dignitaries of Dayue Kingdom is delicious.

Poor people can't eat your salted duck egg. "

"Oh." Yu Chuchu nodded in confusion, then smiled at him adoringly: "Brother Nianyun, you really know a lot."

Chen Nianyun replied with a noncommittal smile: "When I was young, I often escorted the elders in my family. I traveled to some places and met some poor families and refugees. I have some experience."

While the two were talking, a familiar figure suddenly broke in from outside.

Chen Nianyun and Yu Chuchu were taken aback when they saw the sudden intruder, and then Yu Chuchu "hummed", turned her head, and ate breakfast by herself.

Chen Nianyun looked at the boy in front of him curiously. Seeing his blushing face, thin beads of sweat on his forehead, and steaming all over his body, he knew that he had just finished exercising.

"Did you go for a run?" he asked.

Lin Xiaolu, who had just finished running for half an hour, nodded, and did a few stretching exercises to relax his muscles and bones, then looked at Chen Nianyun, walked over, picked up the soy milk in his hand and drank it.

Chen Nianyun was startled, and quickly pressed his hand: "Don't drink! You just finished running, and your heart and lungs are still panting violently. Drinking soy milk directly will hurt your health!"

Lin Xiaolu stopped holding the soy milk, and looked at Chen Nianyun suspiciously, he was a little confused, why is this guy becoming more and more human now?

Could it be that I beat him several times to make him feel comfortable?

And isn't this guy a swordplayer?Know how to run?

He looked at Chen Nianyun curiously: "Do you still know how to run?"

The 11-year-old Chen Nianyun nodded and said modestly: "I understand a little bit"

Lin Xiaolu laughed when he heard the words: "I have drank tiger blood, and I have to run twice a day, more than 30 miles at a time. My heart and lungs have already surpassed those of ordinary warriors, and I can bear it."

After finishing speaking, he gulped down the soy milk in the big bowl with a "gurgling gurgling".

Posture, movements, and momentum are all first-class heroic.

Looking at it, Chen Nianyun was a little dazed, how did this guy manage to drink soy milk like spirits?

After drinking the soy milk, the boy continued to practice martial arts non-stop. The Honglu Temple still occupies a large area, and there are many gardens suitable for martial arts.

Lin Xiaolu has a characteristic of practicing martial arts, that is, he likes to practice martial arts in places where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. He thinks that it will be easier to achieve the legendary realm of harmony between man and nature.

In the courtyard, after finishing the horse stance and push-ups, the young man swung his body wide open and hit Bajiquan. Because of the blessing of tiger blood in his body, coupled with his hard training day after day, he His martial arts has grown extremely fast, and at this moment, all the moves of Bajiquan are stunned by him, an eight-year-old child, as a master!

Not long after, some guards began to appear around Lin Xiaolu. The guards were all looking at him curiously. For some reason, he, a little Shangxian of Emei, would practice martial arts here.

Seeing someone as a spectator, the childlike Lin Xiaolu fought even more vigorously, screaming so loudly that the air around him crackled.

This shocked the surrounding guards, and they were all surprised from ear to ear.

How old is this little Shangxian?It can actually make a sonic boom!

Ordinary people would be crushed to pieces if they received a punch!

"Zhang Yong, is this little Shangxian the one you received? Why is he practicing martial arts?"

Several guards asked a tall man suspiciously.

The man's name was Zhang Yong, and he was the guard in charge of receiving Lin Xiaolu.

"Well, I don't know." Zhang Yong, who had a rough appearance, also had a puzzled expression on his face. He looked at the young man leaping about in the yard with an astonishing momentum, and said hesitantly:

"The little Shangxian I received seems to be different. He asked me to learn martial arts with him yesterday."