When Yang Lin and Zhao Lin returned to the inner courtyard, it was getting late, and the disciples who were guarding the mountain outside were also coming back one after another.
At Hai hour, Yang Lin summoned his disciples to the school grounds. The headmaster Lu Chaohuan, the guardians of the sect, the elders of each dean and other senior officials of the Xingyun Sect were also present.
"What happened? Why did you suddenly call us back?"
"I don't know, the battle is not small, the leaders are here..."
All the disciples were confused and talking in low voices.
Zhao Lin naturally knew the reason, but he wisely said nothing.
Yang Lin silently counted the number of people and made sure that no one was missing. He turned around and winked, and Lu Chaohuan and others all breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm calling you back to announce something. From today on, everyone will go back to the inner courtyard to practice. There is no need to go outside to guard the mountain."
Yang Lin waved his hand, "It's getting late, everyone should go back and rest."
"yes."
The disciples said their goodbyes and left one after another.
"The Lieyan Sect is simply bullying people too much, and we must seek justice!"
Even though Fan Wenshu, the law enforcement elder, is nearly ninety years old, he still has a fiery temperament. When he speaks, he grits his teeth and makes his beard and hair stand out.
Originally, it was not uncommon for countries to place spies in each other's country, but at most they were spying on secrets and collecting intelligence. This was the first time that they directly assassinated each other's genius disciples.
Lu Chaohuan stretched out two fingers and said coldly: "Elder Fan, don't worry, there are two things. First, unite the Liyang Sect and the Zhennan Sect to launch an investigation at the same time to find out the insiders of each sect."
"Second, the Fierce Flame Sect must be punished and the mastermind behind it must be handed over. If one of these two things cannot be accomplished, I, the leader, will not do it."
Zuo Protector Zhang Zong, who was in charge of intelligence, immediately stood up and said, "Head, the first thing to do is to leave it to your subordinates. Within three days, these black sheep will be caught out!"
Lu Chaohuan first nodded, then shook his head slightly, "Three days is too urgent, let's give it ten days. You and Elder Fan will supervise this matter together and try to catch everything."
Zhang Zong and Fan Wenshu clasped their fists at the same time and said, "Yes!"
Lu Chaohuan looked at Yang Lin, "Chief Yang, did you say that Zhao Lin killed five blood-realm assassins by himself, and he possessed the three attribute Qi of wind, ice and thunder?"
Upon hearing this, several protectors and elders were startled, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.
"What, three different types of Qi?"
"Brother Yang, did you read that correctly?"
"Impossible! There is a rare person with a different type of Qi. How can there be a person with all three attributes..."
Yang Lin smiled and said, "It's absolutely true. I just checked it today."
"Zhao Lin, come in!"
His last sentence was to Zhao Lin who was waiting outside the school grounds.
Zhao Lin walked quickly back to the school grounds and came to the headmaster and others.
Lu Chaohuan had a smile on his face and said warmly: "Zhao Lin, can you check your cultivation?"
Zhao Lin naturally couldn't refuse, so he stretched out his palm and said, "Master Lu, please give me your permission."
Lu Chaohuan pointed at Zhao Lin's pulse gate and released his vitality directly into the sea of qi. His face immediately changed, and his expression was exactly the same as Yang Lin's at that time.
"How about it? Let me take a look."
Fan Wenshu was the senior one and always spoke casually to the leader, so he couldn't help but urge.
Lu Chaohuan had no choice but to take back his hand.
Not long after, several protectors and elders also tried it out, and they all opened their mouths in surprise.
Lu Chaohuan stroked his beard and took a long breath, "Our Xingyun Sect is finally going to be successful. Chief Yang must teach him carefully and protect his safety!"
Yang Lin nodded and said, "Don't worry, Master."
Zhao Lin felt relieved and thought that the leader was nice to hear. He didn't want to experience an assassination again.
…
Early the next morning, Yang Lin sent someone to call Zhao Lin to Hongrong Pavilion.
"Don't you want to practice the method of driving the true energy of different attributes? I will take you to see someone."
After saying that, he took Zhao Lin to the top of the mountain and walked to a secluded and quiet building.
This building is built like a manor, with blue bricks and black tiles, antique style, and there is a natural hot spring lake next to it, with smoke lingering like a fairyland.
Zhao Lin came here for the first time and looked around curiously.
Yang Lin walked forward with his hands behind his back, then suddenly turned around and said, "Let me ask you a question, where do you think so many martial arts techniques in the sect come from?"
Zhao Lin thought for a while and replied: "My disciple thinks it should be created by martial arts masters who are proficient in martial arts."
He had really thought about this issue, but his motivation was to seek immortality.
Practicing martial arts can temper the body and stimulate potential, but after all, you will not live to be a hundred and twenty years old.
Zhao Lin thought that since his predecessors could explore many realms such as bleeding realm, yuan realm, innate realm, etc., why couldn't he deduce a higher realm?
Instead of pinning your hopes on exercises that may not exist, it is better to do it yourself and have enough food and clothing.
Yang Lin raised his eyebrows and praised: "You are right! Most people who practice martial arts know what is happening but don't know why."
"I learned a martial art, and I just practiced hard, but I never thought about becoming the person who created this martial art."
"But there is another kind of person in the world who is proficient in martial arts and knows how to trace back to his roots. He is a true expert in martial arts!"
He pointed forward and said, "This is the place where I, Xingyun Sect, study martial arts... Xianyuntang!"
Zhao Lin took a look at the plaque on the door of the manor and saw three big characters of "Xianyuntang" written on it. He knew in his heart that this was a place similar to a research institute in the sect.
The two walked while talking, and soon arrived in front of Xianyuntang.
Yang Lin showed his waist card and the gatekeeper let him go.
The inner courtyard of the manor is wide, with verandahs on both sides, connected by corridors inside, and decorated with rocks, flowers and trees.
Elderly Blood Realm warriors and even Yuan Realm warriors can be seen everywhere on the road.
Some of these people were sitting on the ground reading hard with books in their hands, some were gathering together to discuss martial arts issues loudly, some were in various weird postures, and they didn't know what kind of exercises they were practicing...
Zhao Lin was surprised. He felt that they did not look like brave warriors, but rather like scholars who were obsessed with research in their previous lives.
Yang Lin whispered: "These people are the kind of people I just mentioned. Many of the sect's techniques were created and perfected by them."
"The person I am taking you to see is called Pan Yue. He is the former head of the inner courtyard and is now the head of Xianyun Hall."
Not long after, the two came to the backyard.
There is a rockery in the backyard, and there is a rosewood marble table next to it. There are several square inkstones and various pen holders on the table. An old man in white is holding a brush in his hand, and the pen is flying on a piece of white paper.
"Brother Yang, what brought you here?"
The old man in white clothes continued to write without raising his head.
Yang Lin didn't mind either. He smiled and said, "Brother Pan, there is a disciple in the inner courtyard that I can't teach. I'm looking for your help."
The old man in white sneered, "Brother Yang is joking, what disciple can't you teach?"
Yang Lin didn't answer and said to Zhao Lin, "This is Elder Pan."
Zhao Lin took a step forward and said, "Disciple Zhao Lin, I have met Elder Pan."
Elder Pan paused when he heard this and looked up at Zhao Lin.
Zhao Lin felt that the old man in white looked familiar and looked up.
Their eyes met, and both of them were stunned.
(End of chapter)
