Chapter 121 Su Banyun
The most famous thing about Tianquan Mountain is the waterfall that falls vertically from the top of the mountain.
Zhou Zhilu stood in the woods at the foot of the mountain and looked up.
I saw a torrent rushing down, and under the reflection of the sunlight, it looked like a colorful ribbon hanging in the air, bursting with pearly light, dyeing the woods hazy.
The water droplets splashing out from the waterfall are as fine as smoke and dust, filling the air and forming a misty vapor. It is impossible to see the end above, just like a river in the sky pouring down from between the clouds.
He couldn't help but sigh: "The waterfall plunges three thousand feet, it seems like the Milky Way falls from the sky."
"Snap, snap, snap."
"Good poem, good poem."
Suddenly, there was applause and praise from not far away, and Zhou Zhilu looked over.
On the other side of the waterfall, a young man wearing a loose black and white robe was looking over here.
The young man's hair was simply tied behind his head. One of his hands was not in his sleeve, but was exposed from the lapel on his chest. The other hand was holding a wine gourd, looking very casual and free and easy.
Amidst the mist, the young man lightly tapped his toes and landed lightly in front of Zhou Zhilu like a bird soaring in the wind.
"Brother, your two lines of poetry are truly wonderful. They are exaggerated yet natural, romantic yet realistic. They make me sigh in admiration. I just wonder if you have the complete poem?"
Zhou Zhilu hadn't expected his casually recited verses to be heard by someone else, but seeing the sincerity in the other person's eyes, he said, "The sun shines on the incense burner, creating purple smoke. In the distance, I see a waterfall hanging over the river. The waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if it is the Milky Way falling from the sky."
The young man silently repeated the poem upon hearing it, and could not help but applaud again, saying, "What a good poem! Brother, you are truly gifted in writing. However, the poem depicts the sun shining on the incense burner and producing purple smoke. I have never seen either the incense burner or the purple smoke."
"Could it be that you, brother, have mastered the pupil technique and were able to see through the waterfall and see the incense burner and the rising purple smoke in Xuanqing Temple on the top of the mountain?"
Zhou Zhilu felt ashamed when he heard this, and hurriedly explained that he did not write this poem, and the incense burner in the poem was the Xianglu Peak elsewhere, not the incense burner in Xuanqing Temple.
The young man nodded, suddenly realizing, "So that's how it is. Xuanqing Temple on Tianquan Mountain does have an incense burner, so this line of poetry is quite appropriate here."
The young man then repeated the poem again. As he was savoring it, he suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly said, "I forgot to introduce myself. Please forgive me, brother. My surname is Su, and my given name is Banyun. Su Banyun."
Seeing this, Zhou Zhilu also clasped his fists and replied, "My name is Zhou Zhilu, nice to meet you, Brother Su."
Upon hearing this, the young man Su Banyun raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise, "Brother, are you the Zhou Zhilu who is known as the nemesis of the powerful and the one who killed a Buddhist disciple in the Buddhist world?"
Zhou Zhilu smiled bitterly and nodded. When did his reputation become so well-known?
After the two chatted for a few words, Su Banyun glanced at Zhou Zhilu and suddenly said, "I've heard of your great name, Brother Zhou, for a long time. Since I'm fortunate enough to meet you today, I wonder if I could have a sparring match with you?"
Zhou Zhilu hesitated when he heard this. Firstly, he felt it was troublesome, and secondly, he didn't want to set this precedent. If it got out, he was afraid that it would attract countless challengers.
Unexpectedly, Su Banyun suddenly laughed and said, "Don't worry, Brother Zhou. I'm not one to fight or kill. May I ask if you're going to the Xuanqing Temple in Tianquan Mountain?"
Zhou Zhilu nodded and replied, "Exactly."
"In that case, how about we have a waterfall climbing competition?"
"Waterfall climbing?"
Su Banyun looked up at the waterfall cascading down, raised his hand to the sky and said: Let's start from here, use the momentum of the waterfall to climb to the top of the mountain, whoever reaches Xuanqing Temple first will win.
"It's more like a game than a sparring match. Brother Zhou, are you interested?"
Su Banyun's idea attracted Zhou Zhilu's attention, and it could be considered as adding some fun to the boring mountain climbing journey, so he readily agreed.
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A sparrow landed on a protruding rock in the water and turned its head around looking for food. At this time, the splashes of water from the waterfall fell on it, scaring the sparrow so much that it flew away immediately.
At this moment, as if receiving a signal, two figures jumped out from below, one on the left and one on the right, and instantly surpassed Sparrow.
“Bang, bang!”
Suddenly, two splashes of water were heard on the water surface, and two figures instantly leaped into the air, stepped on the waterfall, and went upstream.
Layers of frost formed on Zhou Zhilu's toes. Whenever the water of the waterfall came into contact with them, they would freeze into ice cubes. He would use the force to push off and leap upwards at a rapid speed.
However, when he turned his head, he saw Su Banyun standing beside him with the breeze surrounding his feet. The wind brought by the waterfall actually helped him, just like a fallen leaf, floating upwards in the breeze, looking very leisurely and comfortable.
"Brother Zhou, I'll go ahead, hahaha."
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, and Su Banyun's clothes fluttered. He instantly surpassed Zhou Zhilu in the strong wind.
Zhou Zhilu was surprised when he saw this. This Su Banyun was probably not an ordinary person.
At that moment, fire burst out from the soles of his feet, and there was a loud bang. The solidified ice exploded instantly, and Zhou Zhilu took advantage of the momentum to chase upwards.
If Su Banyun's waterfall climbing was graceful and light, then Zhou Zhilu's was strong and fierce, moving forward at a high speed amidst the sounds of explosions.
The top of Tianquan Mountain is shrouded in clouds and mist.
A red-walled Taoist temple covering a large area stands among the clouds. In front of the temple is a vast and clear lake. A constant supply of spring water gushes out from the depths of the lake. A long stone bridge spans the lake and connects to the road down the mountain.
The Taoist temple is surrounded by lush red-leaf trees, and a few white cranes happened to fly overhead.
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