Nam Cang Mountain is located in the southeast of Dai Viet, with four towering mountains and three parallel rivers. Every spring, the snow on the top of the mountain melts and turns into waterfalls flowing down, forming a raging river.
The river originally flows from east to west, but there is a ridge at the foot of the mountain called Yiziling, which is shaped like the character "Yi" and forcibly changes the direction of the river to the south.
As a result, the terrain changed, and the river poured and turned rapidly, with a huge momentum, like a dragon wagging its tail, hence the name "Huilong Bay".
This year’s creation practice of the Water Mirror Department of Wuxiangyuan is scheduled here.
A group of more than 30 people set out from Yanzhou and rode southward for nearly ten days before arriving at the foot of Nanchang Mountain.
Many disciples complained endlessly about having food and sleep in the open air, walking at dawn and sleeping at night, but this was also part of the cultivation of nature, and no one dared to complain in front of Elder Shui Jing.
Zhao Lin had long energy, so he didn't feel it was hard. Instead, he regarded this trip as sightseeing and saw a lot of customs and customs in various parts of Dai Viet.
As the trip progresses, the weather gradually warms up, and the mountains are filled with red and green wildflowers and a sense of spring.
"We'll be there in half a day!"
Elder Shui Jing pointed to the white-capped mountaintop in the distance and said.
"Elder, have you been here before?"
Disciple Guo Enze asked.
"I came here when I was young. It has been decades."
Elder Shui Jing's face showed a look of reminiscence, and he said with emotion: "Whenever I think back, the spectacular scenery of Huilong Bay is still vivid in my mind. You must cherish this opportunity, maybe one day you will have a clear understanding and break through the realm in one fell swoop!"
When the disciples heard this, their tiredness disappeared, and they whipped their horses and rushed forward.
In the afternoon, we arrived in front of Huilong Bay.
Before they even got close, they heard the sound of roaring water.
Many tourists stood high in the mountains and exclaimed in admiration.
I saw the river falling from a high place, rushing and roaring, impacting on the canyon wall, forming a huge whirlpool, so majestic that it cannot be described in words.
The disciples were stunned for a moment.
"The energy is like water, the meridians are like the Yangtze River, the water flows endlessly in the human flesh and blood, and the qi orifice is the whirlpool formed by the intersection of rivers and rapid rapids."
Although the sound of the water was deafening, Elder Shui Jing's voice reached everyone's ears clearly.
Then, Elder Shui Jing pointed to a higher place, "You can't see the whole picture of Huilong Bay from here, and it's hard to appreciate its magnificence. The Tongue Rock is the best viewing place."
Zhao Lin looked in the direction of the elder's finger and saw a huge rock protruding dozens of feet above the valley, shaped like a tongue sticking out.
Due to years of water vapor erosion, the rock wall under the Tongue Rock is as smooth as a knife and an axe. There is no place to climb and stand, and it is extremely precipitous.
Elder Shui Jing raised his breath and tapped his toes on the stone wall a few times, like a big bird leaping onto the rock.
After a while, a rope was lowered from above.
The disciples grabbed the rope one by one and climbed up Tongue Rock one after another.
At this time, looking down again, the entire Huilong Bay can be seen.
The river water flew straight down and hit the canyon violently. The vortex was like a bottomless pit, sucking the river water into it crazily.
Zhao Lin looked at the rushing river and felt an indescribable shock in his heart.
"Huh? Someone is here." A rich voice sounded from behind.
"There are quite a lot of people." Another voice said.
Zhao Lin looked back and saw three people appearing on Tongue Rock.
The leader was a tall old man with prominent cheekbones, white eyebrows and eagle eyes, and a very majestic expression.
Behind the old man was a big man with long hair shawl, dark skin and full beard.
Walking at the end was a young man with a simple appearance and a dull look. His half-long hair was tied together like straw. There was a long scar on his neck. He walked like a civet cat.
Needless to say, if three people can appear here, they must have martial arts skills.
Zhao Lin was curious. These three people looked like they were not from the Central Plains, but they did not look like the Wushu people he had seen before. Where did they come from?
But his eyes soon changed. The realms of these three people were all above his own!
"That's just the old man and the big man. This young man looks like he's only around twenty, but he's actually reached the Blood Realm!"
The river was rumbling, and most of the disciples only heard the sound when the three of them approached, and turned their heads to look back in surprise.
The white-browed old man's eyes were like lightning, scanning everyone's faces, and finally stopped on Elder Shui Jing. His lips moved, but no sound came out.
Zhao Lin knew that the white-browed old man was using the secret language that only Yuanjing warriors could use to transmit sounds, so he immediately released ultrasonic waves and collected the condensed sound into his ears.
"Shui Jing, I didn't expect that we would meet again."
Elder Shui Jing smiled slightly and also sent a message: "Yes, the last time was the martial arts competition twenty years ago. Brother Satian, are you okay?"
A martial arts competition?
Zhao Lin's heart moved. He turned his head and pretended to watch the river, but his Adam's apple was vibrating at high speed. He took in the conversation and even the tone and demeanor of the two people in his heart.
"Thanks to my concern, my old bones are still strong."
Just listen to the old man with white eyebrows say: "Are all these young talents your disciples?"
Elder Shui Jing nodded and said, "You can't even speak of being talented. I made Brother Satian laugh."
The white-browed old man curled his lips and said, "Brother Shui Jing is still the best. I have only accepted two disciples in so many years." As he spoke, he glanced at the big man with disheveled hair and the dull young man.
"Disciples are more valuable than their essence..."
Shui Jing responded casually, but suddenly his eyes shrank and his expression changed, "Have you found a successor for your Lei Gang Jue?"
He laughed, his face full of pride, "Since Brother Shui Jing can see it, I won't hide it anymore. Yes, I have been wearing iron shoes for more than ten years and finally found a disciple who can pass on my mantle. .”
Shui Jing was silent for a while, then said in a solemn voice: "That's really congratulations."
The white-browed old man was not polite, and said with a smile: "I'm happy with you."
The two chatted for a few more words, then each remained silent. The white-browed old man led his two apprentices to the edge of the rock to admire the scenery below.
Zhao Lin glanced at the three of them, feeling confused.
What will be the martial arts competition that the two mentioned just now?
He was sure that he heard correctly. The tournament could be understood. What was the court meeting?
Also, what Tingyue meant was that Elder Shui Jing and the old man with white eyebrows had known each other for many years, but their friendship was very shallow, and there was a vague feeling of opposition.
It's a pity that the two of them never talked to each other again and became like strangers.
"Brother Shui Jing, don't say goodbye today, see you later."
At sunset, the white-browed old man bowed his hands to Elder Shui Jing, and without waiting for a response, he jumped down the rock with his two disciples.
Looking at the backs of the three of them, Elder Shui Jing sighed softly.
Everyone stayed at the inn that night and set off north to Yanzhou the next day.
On the way back, Zhao Lin noticed that there was worry hidden in Elder Shui Jing's eyes, and he was no longer in good spirits when he came. He seemed to be worried.
(End of chapter)
