Longevity and Immortal Cultivation: Starting from Controlling Your Own Essence

Half a month later.

The annual Martial Arts Conference has finally begun.

The tens of thousands of people who were onlookers blocked the East Street, talking and excited.

On the high platform, the owners of the five major martial arts halls sat in the highest positions, laughing and chatting with each other, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious.

On the high platforms on both sides, there are several personal disciples of the owner of the pavilion, as well as some wealthy businessmen and dignitaries in Changping City, and two people from the county guard Wang's family also came.

"Little brother."

Sitting beside Zhang Yao, Zhang Yannian said in a low voice, "The one in the middle is Zhao Donglai from Kuanglei Martial Arts Academy, the owner of Hall Zhao."

When Zhang Yao heard this, his heart moved.

In the center of the five hall owners is a tall and strong man, eight feet tall, with lightning-like eyes and powerful gaze.

The owner of Zhao Donglai is the leader of the martial arts in the city, the only one of the five masters who has both internal and external training, and an important figure in Changping City.

His strength is outstanding and his influence is huge. Even the sheriff's mansion that rules Changping City wants to give him some face.

"Fathers and folks, welcome..."

A martial artist jumped onto the ring, and with a loud voice, he said some scene words, which aroused the enthusiasm of the onlookers.

Accompanied by the sound of gongs and drums, the Martial Arts Competition officially opened.

As the leader who had been appointed for a long time, Zhang Yao naturally crushed the whole process after taking the stage. He played wonderfully in every game, won several games in a row, and attracted bursts of applause.

"That's Lao Zhou's little apprentice?"

"Old Zhou is not young, so he should be a closed disciple?"

"Kungfu is good, it doesn't seem like I have only learned it for a few months..."

"Yes, if Lao Zhou didn't accept him this year, I would have thought he had been learning from Lao Zhou for several years."

On the high platform, several museum owners were condescending and discussing with each other, quite surprised by Zhang Yao's level.

With their eyesight, they can naturally judge the essence through the appearance. It can be seen that Zhang Yao is not only good at performing routines, but also his real strength is also very good.

Among the crowd of people watching, a rich old man and a young man with a scarred face stared blankly at Zhang Yao on the ring.

"this……"

The two looked at each other, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Without saying a word, the old man and the young man quietly left the crowd of onlookers and came to a secluded place.

"Uncle, I recognize him!"

Qing Zhuo spoke first, with a complicated look on his face, he said: "He should be a Daoist from the Danding Hall, it seems that his name is... yes, Qing Xu!"

"oh?"

The old man's expression moved slightly, and he pondered: "I don't have much impression, but I vaguely feel that it looks familiar. I didn't expect that I was born in Qingping Palace."

Qing Zhuo heard the words and said, "Uncle Master doesn't know something."

"Not long after you returned to vulgarity, he suddenly emerged in the Danding Palace and is expected to take over the position of Master Guanlu, so I paid attention."

"I see……"

When Taoist Guanyuan heard this, he immediately understood.

As the true biography of Shangqing Pavilion, Daotong Qingzhuo will most likely take over one of the three pavilions in the future, so he will naturally pay attention to some outstanding people of his age.

"I thought that you were the only one who survived the upheaval that night, but I didn't expect there to be another one."

Taoist Guanyuan didn't know what to think of, and he said excitedly: "In this way, we have an excellent breakthrough."

"I heard from the martial artist who presided over the martial arts competition that he is now the closed disciple of the master Zhou of the Jinding Martial Arts Gym, and he might be able to recommend it for him."

"this……"

Qing Zhuo hesitated a little, hesitantly said: "I'm afraid it's hard to say."

"He has escaped from Qingping Palace for so long and kept his name incognito. It should be because he wants to break away from the past."

"If we rashly approach the door..."

"No problem."

Taoist Guanyuan waved his hands, and said: "The so-called broken roots, he has gone to the mountains to practice since he was a child, and he has stayed in the palace for so many years. Does he have a heart of stone and no feelings at all?"

"We went to the door just to ask him for a favor. He can't be so unreasonable, can he?"

"...that's right."

Qingzhuo agreed with Taoist Guanyuan's words, so he nodded and said, "Then listen to my uncle, after the martial arts performance is over, let's go find him together."

…………

Two hours later.

The bustling Martial Arts Competition has come to an end.

Without any accident, Zhang Yao won nine consecutive victories all the way, and won the leader of the martial arts competition.

With the spread of the crowd and the deliberate efforts of several martial arts halls, it can be judged that within a few days, he will become a well-known "martial arts genius" in Changping City.

After happily returning to the martial arts all the way:

Zhang Yao opened the ebony box, inside was the prize for the leader of the martial arts competition - a hundred-year-old mountain ginseng.

"The pen is not small, it is worth at least two or three hundred taels of silver."

There was a hint of joy on Zhang Yao's face.

For him, the value of this old wild ginseng is second to none, and he is not going to sell it anyway.

The true value of this precious medicine is that it can greatly benefit the essence, and with his talent, it is enough to be used as a life-saving trump card.

"A section of ginseng's whiskers from a century-old ginseng can be used to hang one's life."

"If you swallow it all and refine it into essence to heal your injuries, even if you are seriously injured, you can heal in a short time."

Zhang Yao carefully put away the old ginseng and hid it in his room.

A while later, Zhang Yao, who was about to practice Jinding Gong, heard a report from a martial arts apprentice, and said in surprise:

"Someone looking for me?"

"right."

The martial arts apprentice nodded and said, "It's an old gentleman and a young man who said they are your relatives and they have something to ask you for."

"my relatives?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yao frowned.

"I have stayed in Qingping Palace since I was a child, where are my relatives? Wait..."

He suddenly thought of something, and his heart moved.

"Could it be someone from Qingping Palace?"

Thinking of this, he immediately said, "Okay, I see, I'll go right away."

Soon, he came to the gate of the martial arts hall, and saw a rich old man and a young man with a slender scar on his forehead.

"Realist Guan Yuan? Junior Brother Qing Zhuo?"

He recognized the identities of the two in an instant, and there was a hint of emotion in his expression: "I really didn't expect that we would have a chance to meet again."

"Nephew Qingxu."

A smile appeared on Taoist Guanyuan's face, and he said, "Before, when I saw you at the Martial Arts Competition, I almost thought I was wrong."

"Seeing that you are safe and sound also gives me a little more comfort in my heart."

"Brother Qingxu."

Qing Zhuo on the side spoke suddenly, staring at Zhang Yao, with a low voice: "Did anyone else escape with you when the night chaos army raided?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yao sighed, shook his head and said, "There was a big change that night, and I fled towards the back mountain together with a few Taoist boys from the Danding Hall."

"But unfortunately, there is still an ambush at the back door... In the end, I was the only one who managed to escape in the dark, and the rest of the brothers died at the hands of the rebels."

Hearing this, Taoist Guanyuan and Qingzhuo fell silent, feeling heavy.

After they found Zhang Yao at the Martial Arts Competition, they still had a sense of luck in their hearts, maybe someone else escaped?

But Zhang Yao's words now undoubtedly shattered the last illusion in their hearts.

"Junior Brother Qing Zhuo."

Zhang Yao looked at Qingzhuo and said solemnly, "I want to ask you too."

"You were the only one who escaped that night? I don't know that Master Guanlu..."