Birds fly away from thousands of mountains, and people disappear from thousands of paths. After walking in the snow for more than two hours, Yang Yu knew that he was naive. The ancient times were different from the modern times. The population was dense and the villages were connected. There would be smoke within ten steps. There wasn't even a bird here, let alone a person.
Yang Yu didn't know how long he had walked for. When he was thirsty, he melted the snow and drank water. When he was hungry, he caught some wild animals to satisfy his hunger. At this moment, Yang Yu was very glad that he had attended a few wilderness survival classes. Otherwise, he really didn't know how to start a fire in this ice and snow.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves came from behind Yang Yu. Yang Yu turned around and looked. A man and a horse were gradually approaching from the distant mountain path.
Yang Yu moved sideways to the side of the road and stood still, looking at the person who came more than ten meters away vigilantly. It was a young man who looked to be in his forties. He wore a green robe and had a half-inch beard.
That person was riding a strong horse and was speeding forward. At this moment, he also noticed Yang Yu by the roadside. She pulled the reins and slowly stopped beside him before jumping down.
The person stopped and performed a Daoist ritual towards Yang Yu. Seeing that Yang Yu was on guard, he did not go forward. He stood beside the horse and sized it up. Then, he asked Yang Yu in a gentle tone.
"I am Ning Bufan of the Huashan Sect. Greetings, little Taoist priest! Little Taoist priest, it's so cold outside. Why are you dressed so thinly?”
At this moment, Yang Yu was very glad that he had attended a simple ancient etiquette training class when he participated in the ancient costume exhibition. He didn't expect to actually use it now.
Although the one he taught in class was a little different from the one he was using now, it still looked passable. When he heard the person call himself Huashan Ning Bufan, Yang Yu immediately thought of the Huashan Sect in the Laughing and Proud World.
It couldn't be helped. The way the person greeted him was too similar to the smiling and arrogant Teacher Yue. When they heard the name of someone from Huashan Sect, they couldn't help but think of Teacher Yue, who was proud of the world, and Senior Brother Linghu of Huashan Sect.
Yang Yu also returned a Daoist salute when he saw the polite man. However, no matter how he looked at it, Yang Yu's movements carried a very strong modern smell, which was too different from Ning Bufan's movements.
In order to confirm his current location, Yang Yu hurriedly asked Ning Bufan for directions.
"I am Yang Yu. Greetings, Mister Ning. May I ask where Mr. Yue is?"
Ning Bufan looked at Yang Yu strangely, wondering why he came here since he didn't know where he was.
"This is the boundary of Mount Kunlun's Gemu Stronghold.”
Facing Ning Bufan's kind inquiry, Yang Yu had no choice but to make up a lie. After all, his origins were too novel, and at the same time, there were two old enemies who had long appeared. He had no choice.
"Yes, I followed my master to Mount Kunlun and took a walk around the Heavenly Lake at the top of the mountain. In the end, his master passed away on the top of Kunlun Mountain. After I came down, I actually didn't know the way back to the Central Plains. If he hadn't met Mister Ning, he really wouldn't have known which direction to go.”
Ning Bufan looked at Yang Yu from head to toe. Seeing that Yang Yu was wearing a thin Taoist robe, he couldn't help but ask.
"Little Taoist priest, aren't you cold in such thin clothes?”
Hearing Ning Bufan's question, Yang Yu lied calmly in his heart. This was the reason he had thought of when he was on the mountain.
"I'm not cold. Ever since my master gave me a snow lotus and a red fruit at the top of Mount Kunlun, I haven't felt cold.”
Hearing Yang Yu's words, Ning Bufan couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect Yang Yu to have eaten Kunlun Snow Lotus and Vermilion Fruit.
Yang Yu was dressed in a single layer of clothing, but he did not feel cold. He had an extraordinary temperament, and his body faintly emitted a kind of aura pressure. One could tell that the Vermilion Fruit and Snow Lotus were definitely aged.
Ning Bufan had seen Yang Yu consume the Vermilion Fruit and the Snow Lotus, and thought that Yang Yu's master had died. He couldn't help but have the idea of wanting Yang Yu to join Mount Hua.
"Little Taoist, if you don't mind, come with me.”Ning Bufan invited Yang Yu.
"Thank you for your trouble, Mister Ning." Ning Bufan's suggestion was exactly what Yang Yu wanted, so he agreed immediately.
The two of them walked side by side on the winding road. Ning Bufan began to try to inquire about Yang Yu's thoughts and background.
"Little Daoist, may I know which sect your esteemed master is cultivating at? Was the little Taoist priest planning to return to the sect or renounce asceticism and return home?”Ning Bufan asked Yang Yu, who was slightly shorter than him.
"I don't know either. Master picked me up when he was traveling. But he never mentioned his own sect, nor did he teach me anything about mantras or martial arts. I don't know about my family." Yang Yu shook his head and said.
Yang Yu did not know much about Taoism. At most, he had attended a few ancient costume etiquette classes for the ancient costume exhibition. It couldn't be helped. After all, the merchants at the ancient costume exhibition paid him a high salary. Thinking of this, Yang Yu decided not to cling to his Taoist identity.
"I shouldn't even be considered a Daoist. After all, my master only brought me around and didn't officially take me in as a disciple, nor did he teach me anything about Daoism.”
"I heard from Master that my ancestral home is Ying County, Shandong Province. That year, my family was attacked by the Japanese pirates, and I was the only one left in the family. Coincidentally, he was saved by a passing master, so he brought him along.”
"I see. No wonder I saw that although the little Taoist priest was wearing a Taoist robe, he was not familiar with my Taoist etiquette and etiquette.”Ning Bufan said.
"It's just that, Little Daoist, did your master really not teach you any martial arts?”
Ning Bufan saw that Yang Yu wasn't afraid of the cold air, and his aura was oppressive. Obviously, he was a spiritual master. Therefore, she couldn't help but doubt Yang Yu's claim that her master had never taught her any martial arts.
However, what Ning Bufan didn't know was that Yang Yu's body didn't have internal energy, but the spiritual energy he had absorbed at the bottom of the Heavenly Lake for tens of thousands of years. The spiritual power that was formed naturally through the automatic refinement of the bloodline was much higher than internal strength.
Ning Bufan suddenly stretched out his palm and pounced on Yang Yu. Before Yang Yu could react, Ning Bufan grabbed his wrist. Then, Ning Bufan pinched Yang Yu's wrist and sensed it. He was immediately shaken away. Ning Bufan also let go of Yang Yu.
"Little Daoist, I was too rash. Your internal energy is so dense, but you really haven't cultivated any internal energy cultivation method.”Ning Bufan calmed himself down and said.
"Internal force? Mr. Yue, are you saying that I have internal energy? Why didn't I know that I really had internal energy?”Yang Yu was stunned by the question and asked back.
"Little Daoist, your internal energy is strong and your foundation is solid. Moreover, I observed that the little Taoist priest's Qi and blood were thick, and his aura was overbearing. His true qi naturally protected his body, and not a single snowflake touched his body.”
"Among us martial artists, this is clearly something that can only be done when one's internal energy is at the peak of perfection and true qi is released to protect one's body.”Ning Bufan explained.
"Little Daoist, did your master teach you any body-tempering techniques?”Ning Bufan asked again.
"I think so. Does this count?" After saying that, Yang Yu did a set of broadcast gymnastics in front of Ning Bufan.
Ning Bufan carefully looked at Yang Yu's broadcast gymnastics and then fell into deep thought.
After a while, Ning Bufan also followed Yang Yu's method. Instantly, he felt all his blood and qi being mobilized. His entire body felt warm, and his internal strength circulated more smoothly.
"Little Taoist priest, your master is really a great talent. I hate that I can't meet him. This is indeed an excellent body-tempering technique, but it's a pity that it's only suitable for the foundational stage of practice. It's ineffective for us.”Ning Bufan said.
"Little Taoist, your master has passed away, and you have never been accepted into the sect, let alone learned any cultivation techniques. I don't know if you're willing to join my Mount Hua sect and cultivate my Mount Hua mantras?”Ning Bufan asked.
"Huashan's mantra? Isn't Huashan a martial arts practitioner?" Yang Yu asked curiously.
"Little Taoist, you don't know. To ordinary people, Mount Hua and the Five Peaks are martial arts sects. However, this was not the case. Most Daoist sects had always been divided into two cultivation departments, namely Dao Cultivation and Martial Cultivation.”
"Cultivators mainly focus on Dao techniques. They pay attention to cultivating qi and cultivating the spirit. They ask the gods to exorcise ghosts, subdue demons, and refine pills and draw talismans.”
"However, starting from the pre-Qin period, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth decreased drastically. At this time, the Tao technique was no longer obvious and was not suitable for cultivation. Thus, martial arts cultivators were born.”
"Martial artists mainly focus on internal strength, focusing on martial arts to strengthen the body, absorbing qi to train the body, and cultivating offensive and killing techniques. I want to shatter the void."
Ning Bufan saw that Yang Yu had no sect. He explained to Yang Yu like a complete layman.
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