Chapter 302: Crouching Dragon and Crouching Tiger
Zhao Yushu was sitting by a pond, with a white-haired monk sitting cross-legged beside him.
"It looks like I'm back to myself." Zhao Yushu looked at his hands, and at the same time, his mind moved, and the five magical weapons in his sea of consciousness cheered.
"Who are you?" The white-haired monk tilted his head slightly and glanced at him.
"Zhao Yushu, what about you? Let me guess, Master Zixiao?"
"It's Mr. Six."
Zixiao turned around and continued to stare at the pond in a daze.
"You may not believe this, but I just spent half my life as you."
Zixiao smiled slightly, of course he didn't believe it.
"Ziying." Zhao Yushu sighed, uttered two words softly, and then saw Zixiao tremble slightly.
"It seems that we are all in the boundless sea of suffering of regret." Zixiao understood the key point instantly, looked at Zhao Yushu who had a confused face, and briefly explained what the boundless sea of suffering was.
"I thought we were in the Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains."
"Also there."
"Can I go out?"
"It should be possible, but I don't want to go out for the time being."
Zhao Yushu was stunned for a moment and looked at the pond in front of him: "What is this place?"
"The Kunlun Mountain Tianchi Lake is said to be the place where a tear of an immortal fell. It is icy cold but never freezes."
Zhao Yushu understood that there was probably a memory related to Ziying here, but he just didn't experience it.
"Master, why do immortals shed tears?"
"I'm afraid it's because you can't let go of the mundane world."
It’s not just the immortals who can’t let go.
Zhao Yushu stood up: "I have to go."
"Apologize to the old immortal for me." Zixiao pointed to the pond.
Zhao Yushu nodded, looked at the snow-capped mountains around him, took a deep breath, and jumped into the Tianchi Lake with a splash.
It was indeed freezing cold.
Zhao Yushu hugged himself and floated to the surface, where he saw a group of people cheering.
"Big Brother is coming out! Big Brother is coming out!" A young man dressed as a Taoist priest stretched out his hand and pulled Zhao Yushu out of the pool. "Big Brother is really amazing. You are the only one who can sit in this thousand-year-old cold pool for a full hour."
Big Brother? Taoist priest?
Zhao Yushu scratched his head. Am I Zhang Tianshi this time?
Using spiritual power to dry his clothes, Zhao Yushu put on the Taoist robe handed to him by the young man beside him and hung his sword behind him. What should he do now?
"Big Brother, Master is calling you!"
Zhao Yushu turned around hurriedly and saw a kind-looking Taoist priest in the distance waving at him with a smile.
"Master!"
"Very good, very good. You and your peers can only stay for half an hour at most. The last time someone sat for a full hour was my master's great master. With the blessing of our great master, Longhu Mountain has a successor! No one should be able to match you in this competition, but you still have to follow the rules. When you win, I will officially pass on this Heavenly Master Sword to you."
Zhao Yushu solemnly agreed, and surrounded by his fellow disciples, he happily left.
Zhao Yushu now knows that his name is Qi Buyou and he is the third generation disciple of Mount Longhu. His master is the leader of the second generation of disciples in Mount Longhu and the contemporary Heavenly Master. As for the older generation, they have all gone into seclusion to practice.
"Brother, you'd better be careful in the sword fight tomorrow." The young Taoist priest next to him was named Fan Changsheng. He was his fanboy, talented and ambitious.
"Who should I be careful of?" According to Zhang Tianshi, he was the strongest among the disciples of Longhu Mountain. Who could make him be careful?
But since Changsheng said so, there must be something he doesn't know.
Zhang Tianshi didn't have a comfortable life when he was young.
Changsheng looked around and said in a low voice, "Of course it's Second Senior Brother."
Bajie? Zhao Yushu almost blurted out.
Maybe the three words "Second Brother" triggered the keywords, and a memory suddenly emerged.
Changsheng's second senior brother, who is also his second junior fellow apprentice, is Zhang Tianshi's biological son.
His cultivation level is similar to mine, both are at the sixth level, but he is much older than me, and he was slow to develop, so naturally he entered the martial arts world late. He was forced to be suppressed by Qi Buyu, who is three years younger than me and became the second junior brother.
And this level of cultivation seemed to be just the result of everyone's equal spiritual power. Whether in comprehension or application of techniques, Second Junior Brother was far behind himself.
What can such a person do even if he is the son of Heavenly Master?
"I heard from them that Second Senior Brother has announced that he will defeat you in tomorrow's sword fight."
Zhao Yushu sneered: "Why should he do that?"
Changsheng was a little surprised: "Brother, you didn't smile like this before."
Zhao Yushu suddenly felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Second Junior Brother made me laugh."
Changsheng whispered in his ear: "They said that the second brother is going to cheat."
"Cheating? Cheating in front of the master? The master is not blind..." At this point, Zhao Yushu's voice lowered. Master Zhang Tianshi is not blind, but that is his own son. Will he really treat him equally?
"I understand. I will pay attention. Thank you." Zhao Yushu patted Changsheng's shoulder and smiled.
Changsheng nodded vigorously: "Big Brother, you will definitely win!"
Longhu Mountain is famous for its thunder magic and talismans. Although its swordsmanship is also exquisite, it is ultimately not as good as that of Shu Mountain, where the swift sword is unmatched in the world.
However, the Taoists in Longhu Mountain still carry a peach wood sword, because the sword is not used as a weapon, but as a spellcasting tool, and it is the best choice for exorcising evil spirits and avoiding disasters.
For example, the ancestral peach wood sword of Longhu Mountain is really made of peach wood. If it hadn’t been blessed by the secret method, it would have rotted long ago.
However, before Zhang Tianshi fought with the old immortal and directly destroyed the sword, this sword had been passed down for thousands of years without being replaced. It was not because it was particularly hard, but that no one had the opportunity to fight against this sword head-on.
If one reaches Zhang Tianshi's level and is still forced to fight hand-to-hand, it would be a disgrace to the Longhu Mountain Five Thunder Secret Technique.
Therefore, the sword fights at Mount Longhu are not a competition of swordsmanship, but of magic, magic that uses the sword as the medium.
Zhao Yushu stood on the stage, holding an ordinary peach wood sword in his hand. He looked at the young man opposite him who was much more mature than himself, and wanted to laugh.
The boundless sea of suffering that Yan Hui felt was truly outrageous. He turned into Zixiao and experienced the two most unforgettable things in his life, but in the end, it seemed that he gained nothing, well, if the inner insights were not considered gains.
And this time, I have to get some practical benefits, and these Longhu Mountain secret methods are good.
"Senior brother, I'm offended."
"Junior brother, please."
As the senior brother, it is natural for me to let my junior brother take action first.
In sword fighting, what is needed is spellcasting, mainly thunder spells. Talismans and treasures are all prohibited.
Zhao Yushu couldn't think of how the other party could cheat.
He drew his sword and a flash of lightning shone on the sword. Second Junior Brother shouted loudly and a bolt of lightning fell from the sky. As Second Junior Brother pointed his sword forward, it appeared in front of Zhao Yushu in an instant.
A purple lightning exploded out of nowhere and collided fiercely with the second junior brother's lightning. The opponent had accumulated power first, and his lightning was stronger. After most of it was offset, there was still enough strength to pounce on Zhao Yushu.
With waving long sleeves, spiritual power stirred up whirlpools, and the thunder instantly twisted in the whirlpools. After roaring a few times, it dissipated unwillingly in the air.
The opponent has already made the first move, so as a senior brother, I have already given in as much as I should.
Memories flooded into his mind. Zhao Yushu's left hand lightly moved across the sword, and tiny arcs of electricity cheered.