Chapter 806 Entering the Pavilion with Xuejun
The disciples in Langtao Hall who were in charge of leading the way looked respectful and serious. After all, they were guiding a fighter from a great country who had come from afar, and he was also an opponent invited by their teacher. The two of them did not dare to be disrespectful in the slightest.
While Chen Chuan was following the two of them upstairs, the warship responsible for escorting them also arrived near Erwen Island in the distance, and crossed the ship's hull. Then, all the guns on the warship were lowered and aimed at Erwen Island.
If there is any unusual movement on the island, or if the fighters on their side encounter any accident, the entire island will be bombarded with artillery fire.
After leaving the beach, Chen Chuan followed the disciple who led the way for about ten minutes, entered a tree-lined path with a very Zen atmosphere, and arrived in front of the residence.
He saw a large rock standing nearby with the word "Langtao" written on it. The strokes were thick and full of momentum. Just by looking at it, it was as if he could hear the sound of surging waves, but underneath there was a sense of submissiveness, as if subdued by some force, making the sound shocking but not startling, angry but not threatening.
The disciple of Lang Tao Pavilion, upon seeing the stone, immediately explained, "The word 'Lang Tao' was written by the first master of the pavilion, Zen Dao Zu Shi, over six hundred years ago."
Chen Chuan stared at the word "waves". Although so many years had passed, he could still sense that there was still a faint spiritual power on it, just like the lotus seat of Master Hongfa.
and……
He looked deeply into it, as there was a lot hidden in this word.
Seeing him stop, the two disciples did not make a sound to interrupt or urge him, but waited respectfully by the side.
Chen Chuan paused for a long moment before withdrawing his gaze. He turned to look at a mountain path winding upward through the bamboo forest behind the residence and said, "Let's go."
The disciple immediately said, "Please come in, sir." Then he continued to lead Chen Chuan up the road. At first, the dozens of steps on the mountain road were still a bit steep, but after going up a while, it became a little flatter. Occasionally, one or two bird calls could be heard in the bamboo forest.
At this moment, he glanced over and saw a large black and green stele standing deep in the bamboo forest. There were sculptures of strange creatures on both sides. Many names were engraved on it, but many places were still blank.
He asked, "What is that?"
The disciple who led the way replied respectfully, "Sir, that is the Self-Sacrifice Monument. Inscribed upon it are the names of all the disciples of Langtao Pavilion who have duelled and died outside over the past few hundred years."
After a pause, he continued, "After Junior Brother Jian Cheng was defeated and killed, his name was also engraved on this monument."
Chen Chuan glanced at him and said, "You call him Junior Brother, so you are Bian Yue Yizhen, the eldest disciple of this generation at Lang Tao Pavilion?"
Bian Yue Yizhen bowed and replied, "It is me."
Chen Chuan took a few glances. When he came to greet him just now, he knew that this disciple was not simple. Among the fighters of the third level, he was definitely a good fighter.
He had met No Kanehiro of An Yaokan and Miya Ei Nagahide of Fenglinkan. Each of them had an indescribable temperament, but Bian Yue Yizhen looked very ordinary in appearance. However, he could feel that this man had a more persistent or even paranoid belief, which was not possessed by the former two.
He said, "You don't seem to be sad about the death of your fellow apprentice?"
Bian Yue Yizhen raised his head slightly and said seriously, "For warriors like us, it is inevitable that we will die a fatal blow, shed our blood, and be buried in the dirt and rocks. Our decaying bodies will not survive in this world, but our martial arts reputation will endure forever. Junior Brother Jiancheng was defeated by you. It is a blessing for Junior Brother Jiancheng to die at the hands of a martial artist."
He spoke with such sincerity that it was obvious he really meant it.
Chen Chuan remained silent. When he came out of the bamboo forest, the view ahead became wider. Through the corridor in front, he could see a typical foreign island wooden structure building from the old times.
There was a row of crimson flower trees planted on each side of the corridor, and in front of the door, a lame old man in black clothes was kneeling there with a serious expression. Even when they walked over, he did not say a word or move.
As they were walking past the old man, he suddenly spoke up: "Sir, has he exhausted all his moves?"
Chen Chuan immediately understood who he was asking about. After a moment of recollection, he said, "I guess I've used up all of it."
After hearing what he said, the lame old man turned around and bowed deeply to him.
Chen Chuan didn't look at him again. He walked down the corridor and arrived in front of the wooden building's gate. When he got there, Bian Yue Yizhen bowed and said, "The teacher is waiting for you in the grand hall. Please forgive me for not being able to see you off."
Chen Chuan took a look inside. He had no intention of taking off his shoes and stepped directly onto the stairs. His foot landed on the wooden floor inside, but none of the waiters said anything was wrong.
However, as he walked along, his body was always glowing, and his feet were not stained with any dirt or mud, so even though he came from outside, there were no traces left on the ground.
After passing the front hall, he came straight to the grand viewing room. The bamboo curtain had been hung here for a long time, and he could see a tall and thin figure sitting there, more than two meters tall even when he was sitting. The man's hair was loose, and there was a slightly curved long sword on the knife rack beside him. On the side of the table in front of him was an ink-colored incense burner with wave patterns, and above him hung a scroll with the words "Wen Lei".
Feng Heshou, the owner of Langtao Pavilion.
At this time, this person stretched out his hand and gestured to Chen Chuan, saying, "Mr. Chen, please sit down."
Chen Chuan walked over and sat down opposite him.
Feng Heshou picked up the ceramic teapot on the table and poured a cup of tea into the cup in front of him. Delicate white buds were visible on the tips of the tea leaves, and it looked like a layer of snowflakes floating in the cup.
"This is Xuelang tea. It comes from two tea trees that Zen Dao Patriarch transplanted from Donglu Zen Monastery. It's said that these are the only two trees left in the world. They can only be picked at the end of October each year. Now is the perfect time to treat our guests. Mr. Chen, please enjoy it."
Chen Chuan picked up the teacup and took a sip. He felt a refreshing coolness and endless fragrance. He said, "Although I don't know much about tea, I think this tea is very good."
Feng Heshou said, "As long as Mr. Chen likes it, it doesn't matter whether he understands it or not. People like you and me don't need to care about the world or other people's opinions."
Chen Chuan took another sip of tea. Because the cup was small, it almost emptied out immediately, leaving only the tea leaves. He put the cup down and said, with a double meaning, "It's not enough."
Feng Heshou didn't pour him any more tea. Instead, he glanced at the Xuejun Sword he had brought with him and said, "Mr. Chen has an outstanding appearance and a dignified demeanor, but it's a pity that your sword doesn't match you."
Chen Chuan said calmly, "Whether there is a knife or not, it is the same to me."
Feng Heshou looked at him and asked, "If that's the case, why did you bring it here?"
Chen Chuan lifted his sword and glanced at it, then raised his eyes again and said, "This sword is called Snow Lord. It has been with me ever since I embarked on the path of fighting. It's been my good companion. My sparring with the gym owner this time has no spectators, so it's a bit quiet, so it's a good opportunity for it to observe the fight."
Feng Heshou seemed to agree with what he said, revealing a look of delighted approval. He reached out, grabbed a nearby chain, and tugged. There was a click of a mechanism, and then the entire hall they were in shook before slowly sinking.
There was no strange expression on Chen Chuan's face, he just sat there calmly.
The hall sank down for about forty to fifty meters. There were a few sharp sounds, as if the ropes were tightened. Then there was a slight shake and the hall stopped.
Chen Chuan saw that behind Feng Heshou there was a passage supported by a wooden frame. The black lacquered pillars were carved with the heads of some strange creatures, and a bright light shone from the corner at the end.
Feng Heshou stretched out his hand and grabbed the long sword beside him, saying, "Mr. Chen just saw the words above my head, and this sword of mine is called "Wen Lei." " He picked it up and then stood up from his seat.
After he stood up straight, he was about four meters tall. He was wearing a tight-fitting fighting suit with wide sleeves. His face was long and narrow, but not ugly. It was just that his age could not be determined. He seemed to be in his twenties, or forty or fifty. He had a deep and solemn aura about him.
He said, "Mr. Chen, I can't perform here. Please follow me." As he said that, he turned around and walked towards the place where the light was emitting.
Chen Chuan also stood up, picked up the Xuejun Knife, and followed him forward.
This corridor is quite wide, with the ceiling about twenty meters high and five or six meters wide. But even so, there are still many traces of scratches and friction on the walls and the ceiling.
He was very familiar with the light in front of him. It was the radiance coming from the opposite world.
He knew that all the existing fighting gyms overseas that had survived and maintained a complete heritage had their own cracks. The place he was heading to now should be the crack of Langtao Hall.
This kind of thing is considered a secret for ordinary people, but it is not surprising for fighters. It is basically known to everyone.
He had entered the crack of Danliu Pavilion before, and there was a senior blocking the entrance and exit there. He didn't know what it was like here.
Just as he was about to reach that spot, Feng Heshou stopped in his tracks as he faced the light coming from the opposite direction. The space around him seemed to be forcibly expanded. All the decorations and supports that had been there disappeared, leaving only a large pit. He said, "A senior from our Langtao Pavilion used to be here, but he's gone now."
"Left?"
Feng Heshou said, "Although our theoretical lifespans are endless, external contamination and infiltration will occur during cultivation. The more we cultivate, the more impurities will accumulate, and this is irreversible.
However, our transformation and breakthroughs are based on this, so it is extremely difficult to eradicate. As we progress in our practice, this filth not only invades from the outside, but also arises from within our own spirit, causing us to suffer from both internal and external pressures, and we must constantly eliminate and sort it out. If we fail to control it, we will be infected and transformed into a demonic being."
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(End of this chapter)
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