Lan Tian led the three of them up the cliff along the path. In front of them was endless bushes. The four of them walked through the woods for nearly an hour. After climbing up a bare steep slope, they came to a cliff. Opposite the cliff is a higher cliff. There are dozens of feet wide between the two cliffs, and a suspension bridge connects the two.
"Behind the cliff opposite is where our Tianlong Sect is." Lan Tian said, taking the lead on the suspension bridge.
The four of them staggered across the suspension bridge and passed through a large cave. Suddenly, their eyes opened up.
This is a wide mountain platform. There are dozens of large and small buildings on the platform, some one-story, some two-story. The building in the middle is the largest, more than ten feet high and dozens of feet wide. , Lan Tian pointed at this large building and said: "Brother Zhu Yu, that is the meeting hall of the Tianlong Sect. My father will probably be in the hall. Let me introduce you first." After Lan Tian finished speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the building.
Suddenly, Zhu Yu felt a cool breeze coming from behind him. He was about to turn around to check, but his eyes were covered by someone. Zhu Yu was shocked, but he felt the hands covering his eyes were gentle and lubricated. Needless to say, it must be Lan Linger, Zhu Yu He couldn't help shouting excitedly: "Lan Ling'er, don't make trouble."
When Lan Ling'er heard that Zhu Yu guessed that it was herself, she took back her hands and said, "Zhu Yu, you are finally here. Are you okay, Senior Brother Kongling?"
"Shaolin was burned by officers and soldiers. Brother Kongling and the others hid in the mountains. Shaolin monks are highly skilled in martial arts, so they should have no problem protecting themselves." Zhu Yu said.
"Oh, did the officers and soldiers get the news and come to Shaolin Temple to arrest you?" Lan Ling'er knew a little bit about Zhu Yu's life experience and had a close guess about the matter.
"It should be like this. I have to go to Shaolin another day to see how my master and brothers are doing." Zhu Yu said worriedly.
"My father has sent people to Shaolin to check. Shaolin will be fine." Lan Ling'er said as she followed Lan Tian, Zhu Yu and the others into the big room.
The room is very spacious, like a huge Buddhist temple. On the south side of the house, there is a tall golden nanmu throne, with a tall middle-aged man in black sitting on the throne. The middle-aged man has a broad face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he has a bit of majesty. He is Lan Yiming, the leader of the Tianlong Sect.
In the middle of the hall, there are eight more seats, arranged on the left and right sides of the throne. There are three people sitting on the seats. The first person on the left is more than sixty years old. He looks short, with a dark face and sharp eyes. There are two people sitting side by side on the right, a man and a woman. The man is over fifty, with a medium build and a delicate face. The woman is in her early forties, with snow-white skin, bright eyes and beautiful eyebrows. Her hair is tied up with a silver hairpin in her hair. , a black peach blossom carved from ink jade hangs on the hairpin, which is lifelike.
Lan Tian introduced Zhu Yu to Lan Yiming, and then introduced the three people present to Zhu Yu. It turned out that the old man on the left was named Sima Zhen. He was the great protector of the Tianlong Sect. He had studied under Master Daoshun of Wuliang Mountain. The other two were husband and wife. Their name is Zhao Zhou, and the girl's name is Yunshan. They are the third and fourth guardians of Tianlong Mountain. Zhao Li is their only son.
"It turns out you are Zhu Yu. Now that you are here, you can rest assured. I have sent the Second Protector Kong Lingyuan to Shaolin to check. I think he can return today. I will tell you then. Tian'er, go and check the residence of Zhu Yuxian's nephew. Arrangements are made." After Lan Yiming finished speaking, he waved his hand, signaling Lan Tian to take Zhu Yu to his residence.
Lan Tian understood, waved to Lan Ling'er, Zhao Li, and Luo Mai, and then said to Zhu Yu: "Junior brother Zhu Yu, you must be very tired all the way here. Take a good rest first."
On the way to the residence with Zhu Yu, Lan Ling'er asked Lan Tian: "Brother! Early this morning, my father invited Uncle Sima, Uncle Zhao Zhou and Aunt Yunshan to the hall to discuss matters. It seems that they haven't finished the discussion yet. I don't know. Is there anything important?"
"Of course we are discussing the martial arts conference. This time, all the sects will come to Tianlong Mountain to compete to establish a new martial arts leader, especially those like Northern Shaolin and the Feilong Sect of Duanteng Gorge that are close to the government. Factions will also come to cause trouble. It is not easy to hold this conference successfully. Today I went to patrol the mountains and met people from the Feilong Sect of Duanteng Gorge." Lan Tian said worriedly.
Zhu Yu's residence is on a hillside. There is a row of bungalows here, which are where Tianlong Mountain receives visitors. The view from the door is very good, and you can see the Tianlong Party facing the mountains. However, at this moment, the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist. The mountains became hazy.
"Junior Brother Zhu Yu, Zhu, you have a good rest first. We will meet at the martial arts training place down the slope tomorrow." Seeing that Zhu Yu was a little tired, Lan Ling'er pointed to a big house down the slope and said.
After Lan Tian, Lan Ling'er, Luo Mai and Zhao Li left, Zhu Yu went into the house and fell asleep. After an unknown amount of time, a knock on the door woke Zhu Yu up. When Zhu Yu opened the door, it was Xiao Si who brought dinner.
Seeing the food, Zhu Yu suddenly felt very hungry. She said "thank you" and ate hurriedly.
Halfway through eating, Zhu Yu raised his head and asked Xiao Si: "Brother, this is my first time coming to Tianlong Mountain. Do you know what secrets the Tianlong Sect has?"
Xiao Si smiled and said, my name is Zhang Liang. I am eighteen years old and have been in Tianlong Mountain for more than five years. You can just call me Zhang Liang.
"I'd better call you Brother Zhang Liang! I'm only thirteen years old this year!" Zhu Yu said.
"Okay, I see you also know some martial arts. I don't know why you came here. Do you have some relationship with our leader?" Although there are many people in Tianlong Mountain, they don't recruit disciples at will on weekdays, so Zhang Liang has this Just ask.
"I fled here from the Shaolin Temple. In addition to Lan Ling'er, I only met her father, brother, several protectors, Zhao Li, and Luo Mei today," Zhu Yu said.
"Shaolin is the leader of martial arts in the world. What powerful sect can make Shaolin defeated by them?" Zhang Liang asked strangely.
"It was officers and soldiers who besieged Shaolin. They were outnumbered and Shaolin failed to do its best, so the main hall was burned down and the monks temporarily took refuge in the mountains." Zhu Yu said.
"Officers and soldiers have always relied on the power of numbers, but they can't do anything about the Tianlong sect. On the one hand, the Tianlong sect has many disciples. In addition to the more than a thousand people in the main sect, there are four branches in the southeast and northwest, running escort bureaus and escort bureaus. There is also a small escort agency below, with no less than tens of thousands of people, who are incompatible with the officers and soldiers, and the officers and soldiers generally do not dare to offend the Tianlong Sect." Speaking of the Tianlong Sect, Zhang Liang talked eloquently.
"Bodyguard?" After hearing what Zhang Liang said, Zhu Yu suddenly thought of the murder of his bodyguard a few days ago. "Are all escort agencies under the control of the Tianlong faction?"
"Of course, others can't get involved!" Zhang Liang said proudly.
At this time, Zhu Yu knew that the bodyguards he saw killed on the road were probably from the Tianlong sect. No wonder Lan Tian asked his father to send someone to investigate. If it was really someone from Duanteng Gorge who did it, it means that Duan Tengxia's people did it. The power of Tengxia cannot be underestimated.
After Zhang Liang left, Zhu Yu practiced Kung Fu in the house for a while, and then fell into a deep sleep. He slept until midnight, maybe he had slept during the day, but when he woke up, he could no longer fall asleep.
Zhu Yu undressed and pushed the door out of the house. The moonlight outside was like water, shining coldly in the valley. The mountains in the distance were hazy, and the nearby houses were shadowy. Zhu Yu couldn't help but think of the first time he practiced Tathagata Vigor with Master Kongkong three years ago. The situation during the Divine Palm was also a full moon night, but the master left Shaolin three years ago and disappeared without a trace, which made Zhu Yu couldn't help but feel sad.
"Woo, woo, woo", several bird calls broke the tranquility of the night. Zhu Yu recognized the call of a phoenix bird. This kind of bird comes out during the day and is hidden in the woods. It is extremely difficult to see. When he was in Shaolin Temple, Lan Ling'er asked Kong Ling to catch one according to the chirping of the bird, and locked it in a bird cage. Unfortunately, the bird did not eat or drink in the cage, and it starved to death in just five days. For this reason, Lan Ling'er And cried a lot.
When Zhu Yu looked far away again, he suddenly found that there was a house with lights on about thirty feet away to the left of the house where he lived. Driven by curiosity, he walked over and wanted to take a look. Who is still working hard with a lamp in the middle of the night?
When Zhu Yu was still four or five feet away from the room, a middle-aged man's voice came from the room: "Is this little brother Zhu Yu? Come in quickly, I'm just looking for you to talk to you!"
Zhu Yu heard that the person speaking was Lan Yiming, the head of the Tianlong Sect and the current leader of the martial arts alliance.
In the dead of night, even the slightest movement around you will be heard by others, let alone those with advanced martial arts skills.
Zhu Yu pushed the door open and entered the room. Five oil lamps were lit in the room, illuminating the room as bright as day. At this time, Lan Yiming was sitting at the table, holding a yellowed book in his hand.
Lan Yiming asked Zhu Yu to sit opposite him, sighed, and said, "Xiannephew Zhu Yu, you must be thirteen years old this year!"
"Uncle, I was eight years old when I came to Shaolin from Zhengxu Zen Temple in Lion Mountain. I studied in Shaolin for five years and I am now thirteen years old." Zhu Yu said.
"Zhu Yu, you are not young anymore. You should know your life experience. Five years ago, Master Kongshi made a special trip to me after sending you to Shaolin. He said that your father Zhu Changyun was the son of Emperor Zhu Yunwen. You are actually the grandson of the emperor. During the Battle of Jingnan, your grandfather was defeated and fled to an island in the South China Sea called Java, where he gave birth to your father. Your grandfather wanted to acknowledge his ancestor, but due to his old age, he Unable to return to the Central Plains, and Zhu Di's descendant Zhu Gaochi was worried that your father's orthodoxy would threaten his imperial power, so he was always wary of whether your grandfather's descendants would return to the Central Plains to compete with him for the throne. In order to fulfill your grandfather's last wish, your father, When I came back from the adventure, I was eventually targeted by officers and soldiers.”
"Will they kill my parents?" After hearing this, Zhu Yufang suddenly realized and asked worriedly.
Lan Yiming stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said: "I don't think so. The current emperor is not murderous unless someone really threatens his imperial power. Besides, your father and he are brothers of the same clan."
"Uncle Lan, how can I find my parents and save them?" Zhu Yu asked.
"If your parents are still alive, although they have no freedom, they must be living a good life. What you have to do is to practice martial arts well. Only when the opportunity comes, can you consider saving them, but you must succeed first time, otherwise they will On the contrary, his life will be in danger, so he cannot be rescued easily unless he is fully prepared." Lan Yiming's words made Zhu Yu feel hopeful, but also felt a little disappointed. He could only pray in his heart that his parents were well and hope When the opportunity comes.
"I listen to Uncle Lan and I must practice martial arts well so that I can rescue my parents by then." Zhu Yu knew that it had been five years since his parents were taken away, and there was no point in rushing now.
"You are a member of the royal family. You must not talk to anyone, lest it leak to the ears of the government and be detrimental to you. I hope you must do this. Now, your identity is just an ordinary disciple of my Tianlong Sect."
"I understand, Uncle Lan, you should go to bed early!" Seeing that it was getting late, Zhu Yu stood up and left.
Looking at Zhu Yu's back, Lan Yiming showed a knowing smile.
Early the next morning, Zhu Yu got up early, washed up, and hurriedly walked to the simple large room that Lan Tian pointed out to him yesterday.
The coolness in the mountains in the morning was very strong, and the gentle chirping of the birds made the valley even more tranquil. When Zhu Yu came to the martial arts training room, he found that there was no one inside. He thought that he must have arrived early, so he casually placed a hand in the weapons rack. He pulled out a wooden stick, found a corner, and practiced the Shaolin Cloud Chuanbing stick technique.
Although the structure of this martial arts training room is a little simple, it is very large, second only to the meeting hall next to it, and can accommodate dozens of people practicing martial arts together.
There are three sets of the Cloud-Piercing Stick Technique, each with thirteen moves, for a total of thirty-six moves. Zhu Yu practiced it once. When he started to practice the second time, he heard someone at the door shout: "What a set of Cloud-Piercing Stick Technique." .
Hearing this, Zhu Yu stopped his stick moves and looked towards the door. He saw Lan Tian standing at the door, praising Zhu Yu's stick skills.
"Brother, I'm laughing at you. I only learned a few moves with this stick technique. It's far from being able to be used in actual combat." Zhu Yu said embarrassedly.
Lan Tian came over and patted Zhu Yu on the shoulder. "Judging from this stick technique, Junior Brother Zhu is really a good material for practicing martial arts."
"Of course, Junior Brother Zhu will be the best in the world in martial arts in the future. If you don't believe it, just wait and see." The speaker was Lan Ling'er. At this time, she happened to come outside the practice room and heard the conversation between Lan Tian and Zhu Yu.
The three of them had all practiced martial arts in Shaolin, so they no longer needed to be taught martial arts by their master. After a brief exchange of greetings, the three of them started practicing martial arts in the room.
Lan Tian danced the Vajra Sword Technique once, and each move was powerful and heavy, as if the Vajra had descended to overwhelm the opponent. Lan Ling'er also practiced sword moves, but it was her favorite sword technique of Chasing the Wind. The moves were as airtight as mercury running down the ground, and no loopholes could be found. Zhu Yu continued to practice the cloud-piercing stick technique he had practiced before. He did not like the sword, but preferred the stick technique, because if the stick technique is practiced well, it can defeat the enemy but not easily kill the people. Buddhism does not advocate killing. Zhu Yu's ears are wet with eyesight. He is only thirteen years old, but he has a compassionate heart.
Gradually, more and more people came to the martial arts training ground. Most of them were young men in their twenties. There were three or four girls in a corner with Lan Ling'er. After she finished practicing the sword, she stepped forward and danced three Shaolin styles. Regarding swordsmanship, Lan Ling'er held the sword to one side and pointed at it. These women were about the same age as Lan Ling'er, and those who were capable were their teachers. Lan Ling'er had obviously become their master in Shaolin swordsmanship.
Lan Ling'er taught a few girls about swordsmanship for a while, put the sword back into its scabbard, and came over to watch Zhu Yu practice the stick.
Shaolin Stick Technique is the best choice for self-defense for Shaolin monks. For more than a thousand years, there is no generation of monks who have not deliberately practiced Stick Technique, making Shaolin Stick Technique to the point of perfection. It just requires more practice.
After Zhu Yu finished practicing a set of stick skills, Lan Tian also stopped his sword moves. Lan Ling'er said: "Brother, let's practice here this morning. Let's take Zhu Yu to play in the cave in the back mountain."
"Okay, the cave in the back mountain is beautiful, Zhu Yu, let's go and admire the cave now." After Zhu Yu finished speaking, he put away the sword and walked out of the practice room with Zhu Yu and Lan Ling'er.
