Lin Xiaolu couldn't understand the reaction of the guard uncle. He still didn't know clearly that to the warriors in the mortal world, he was a god in the sky and an immortal Bodhisattva who should be enshrined. That's why warriors among mortals behave like this. Revere yourself.
After all, warriors are still mortals after all, and in the eyes of most mortals, gods are superior, and this has been the case since ancient times.
Just like good men and women who kowtow to the Bodhisattva when entering a temple, they kowtow naturally, feel at ease, and do not feel humiliated at all.
Lin Xiaolu told the guard uncle that he didn't want to argue anymore, so he helped the frightened man up, then skipped the topic and asked:
"Uncle, you just said that you have practiced so many martial arts. Did you learn them all in Dai Viet? Are there many martial arts in Dai Viet?"
"Reporting to the Immortal, there are not many martial arts in Dai Viet Kingdom. The more famous one is Tai Chi, and the others are relatively common."
"Tai Chi... what kind of martial art is it?" Lin Xiaolu asked blankly.
"Tai Chi is unique to our country of Dai Viet. It is a martial art that combines hardness and softness and allows the weak to defeat the strong."
The weak defeat the strong?
When Lin Xiaolu heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up, he looked at the guard in front of him and said excitedly:
"Uncle, can you teach me this Tai Chi? I will accept you as my little brother. When you are hungry, you can go to the restaurant in Emei Zhaixingfeng to eat. As long as you tell me my name, you can eat as much as you want. And you don’t have to pay. Are you happy?”
When the guard heard this, his expression suddenly became a little weird. He didn't understand why Lin Xiaolu, an Emei Immortal, was so interested in Tai Chi, but he didn't dare to ask, so he could only respond respectfully: "Immortal, I only learned Tai Chi for a few years when I was a child, so I can't reach the level of elegance."
"That's it~" The young man opened his mouth, looking smart and suddenly enlightened, and then continued to ask: "Then do you know other warriors who teach Tai Chi?"
The guard thought for a while, then shook his head: "Shangxian, I have a humble job as a servant in the court. I am not a member of the Jianghu sect. I don't know much about the Jianghu sect."
Lin Xiaolu felt a little disappointed when he heard this, and was so depressed that he said no more.
The uncle of the guard said that Tai Chi is a martial art in which the weak can defeat the strong. So, can Tai Chi defeat immortal cultivators?
He was lost in less than intelligent reflections.
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The second day
At around nine o'clock in the morning, when it was just dawn, Lin Xiaolu had already dressed up and left the house.
Outside the house, the guard who had not slept all night was surprised when he saw Lin Xiaolu coming out.
Lin Shangxian came out so early? It's not completely bright yet.
"Uncle, you must be exhausted after waiting all night. Come into my room and take a nap." Lin Xiaolu said to him with a smile.
The guard was startled and said he didn't dare, saying that he had a special room for rest.
Lin Xiaolu didn't try to persuade him anymore when he saw this. Although he was young, he could see that the uncle's awe for immortal cultivators was engraved in his bones and could not be changed overnight.
He waved to the guard, then went downstairs to have breakfast and prepare to start his morning exercises.
An hour later, the golden sun slowly rose, and it was midnight in the morning. Chen Nianyun woke up from a side room, washed himself with the dust-cleansing pill, and called Yu Chuchu to go downstairs with him for breakfast.
Tang Xin did not follow. She is a monk in the foundation-building stage and does not eat ordinary food. She is still meditating in the room.
"Brother Nianyun, I didn't expect that the food in Dai Viet Country is quite delicious, no worse than what is made in the dining hall."
On the expensive huanghuali table, Yu Chuchu smiled while picking up the yellow salted duck eggs with chopsticks.
There was no expression on Chen Nianyun's face, and he drank the soy milk silently and said:
"Dai Viet treats us as honored guests, and the food they serve is naturally the best. Although it does not contain spiritual energy, it is delicious enough."
After finishing speaking, he glanced at the salted duck eggs in Yu Chuchu’s hand: “Rather than saying that the food of Dai Viet is delicious, it is better to say that the food of Dai Viet’s dignitaries is delicious.
Poor people can't afford your salted duck egg. "
"Oh." Yu Chuchu nodded blankly, then smiled at him admiringly: "Brother Nianyun, you know so much."
Chen Nianyun responded with a noncommittal smile: "When I was a child, I often accompanied my elders as escorts. I traveled to some places and met some poor families and refugees, so I had some experience."
While the two were talking, a familiar figure suddenly broke in from outside.
Chen Nianyun and Yu Chuchu were stunned when they saw the sudden intrusion, and then Yu Chuchu snorted, turned his head, and ate breakfast by himself.
Chen Nianyun looked at the boy in front of him curiously. Seeing that his face was flushed, there were beads of sweat on his forehead, and his whole body was still steaming, 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, did a few stretching movements 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 held down his hand: "Don't drink! You have just finished running and your heart and lungs are still panting violently. Drinking soy milk directly will be harmful to your health!"
Lin Xiaolu's little hand holding the soy milk stopped and he looked at Chen Nianyun in confusion. He was a little confused. Why is this guy becoming more and more human-like now?
Could it be that after beating him a few times, he felt comfortable?
And isn’t this guy a swordsman? You actually know how to run?
He looked at Chen Nianyun curiously: "Do you still know how to run?"
Eleven-year-old Chen Nianyun nodded and said modestly: "I understand a little bit."
Lin Xiaolu laughed when he heard this: "I drank tiger blood and ran twice a day, more than thirty miles at a time. My heart and lungs have long surpassed those of ordinary warriors and I can withstand it."
After saying that, he drank all the soy milk in the big bowl in one gulp.
The posture, movements, and momentum are all first-rate and heroic.
Chen Nianyun was a little confused when he saw it. How did this guy manage to drink soy milk like a strong drink?
After drinking the soy milk, the young man continued to practice martial arts without stopping. Honglu Temple covers a large area and has many gardens suitable for martial arts training.
Lin Xiaolu has a special characteristic of practicing martial arts, that is, he likes to practice martial arts in places with the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. He thinks that it will be easier to achieve the legendary state of harmony between man and nature.
In the courtyard, after the young man finished doing horse stance and push-ups, he started to open and close his body and started playing Bajiquan. Because of the blessing of tiger blood in his body and his hard training day after day, he was able to His martial arts skills have grown rapidly. At this moment, all the moves of Bajiquan were stunned by an eight-year-old child like him as a master!
Not long after, some guards began to appear around Lin Xiaolu. The guards were looking at him curiously. They didn't know why he, a young Emei immortal, would practice martial arts here.
Seeing someone as an audience, the childlike Lin Xiaolu started beating even more vigorously. His roars were so powerful that the air around him crackled with his beatings.
This shocked the surrounding guards, and they all opened their mouths in surprise.
How old is this little immortal? It can actually produce a sonic boom!
If an ordinary person received a punch, they would probably be shattered to pieces!
"Zhang Yong, is this little Immortal the one you received? Why is he practicing martial arts?"
Several guards asked a tall man suspiciously.
This man's name is Zhang Yong, and he is the guard responsible for receiving Lin Xiaolu.
"I don't know about this either." Zhang Yong, who looked rough, also had a puzzled look on his face. He looked at the young man leaping about in the courtyard with astonishing momentum and said hesitantly:
"The little Immortal I received seems to be different. Yesterday, he asked me to compete with him in martial arts."
