"Congratulations to the Grand Master on breaking through to the Great Perfection Realm!"
The disciple standing nearby immediately knelt down, shouting excitedly.
Li Qingcang nodded and raised his hand, saying, "Get up. In meditation, there is no sun or moon. I have been in seclusion for several days. I should still be able to make it to the Martial Arts Tournament, right?"
"Master, you have been in meditation for three days. The martial arts tournament is the day after tomorrow. If you go back now, you still have time!" the disciple reported.
Li Qingcang nodded, then whistled into the woods.
Awoo!
From the distant forest came a deep, guttural roar.
Before long, a large golden tabby cat leaped out of the forest in a pounce.
"Master, be careful!" The disciple's eyes widened in alarm.
Unexpectedly, a tiger suddenly appeared out of the forest!
However, just when he thought the tiger was about to pounce on Li Qingcang, the tiger suddenly nudged itself at Li Qingcang's feet and rubbed against his thigh incessantly, looking like it was trying to please him.
The disciple was stunned. "Uh, Master, this..."
Li Qingcang said with an arrogant expression, "This is a beast king that I tamed in the mountains. It's a long way to Guanzhong, so let him escort me!"
Whoosh!
After saying this, Li Qingcang flipped himself onto the tiger.
He said to his disciple with great confidence, "Go back and tell everyone in Guanzhong that I will be outside Guanzhong City by tomorrow evening, ten miles away. I expect to see them. Anyone who dares not to come will have to think twice!"
The disciple trembled with excitement. "Yes, Master! I'll go back and make the arrangements right away!"
The disciple quickly got up and walked into the forest. Before long, an off-road vehicle sped off to the north.
Li Qingcang patted the tiger's head, and the two of them headed north at a leisurely pace.
Just as Li Qingcang returned riding a tiger.
The martial arts community in Guanzhong was also immersed in the exciting atmosphere of the martial arts tournament.
This is a grand event held once every twenty years in the martial arts world. All the martial arts schools, big and small, in the city have hung up colorful banners to celebrate this event.
But the flags displayed at each martial arts school are not quite the same.
Some are different styles of boxing, some are different styles of leg techniques, and there are also styles like Baguazhang, Taijimen, and so on.
That's right, each of these martial arts schools is affiliated with a specific Jianghu sect.
Of course, the most numerous items are the Wushu Association's flags!
Because nowadays most martial arts schools in Guanzhong have joined the Martial Arts Association.
However, the atmosphere in the city was not the most intense, because the martial arts tournament was not held in the city.
The conference was actually held in a small town under the jurisdiction of Guanzhong.
This small city is called Cangzhou, a renowned ancient cultural city in northern China. It is known as the birthplace of martial arts and a famous hometown of martial arts!
Since the Ming and Qing dynasties, all martial arts tournaments have been held in Cangzhou. Although this small city is now economically declining, in the eyes of martial arts practitioners, Cangzhou holds a position similar to Jerusalem in Europe.
Martial arts practitioners who come to participate in the martial arts tournament usually do not enter Guanzhong City first, but instead detour outside the city and head straight to this small town.
Nowadays, people from various sects can be seen everywhere in and around the city.
At this moment, outside Cangzhou City, there was a tea stall. Martial arts practitioners who had traveled from afar were taking a break there.
The tea stall owner is an elderly man in his eighties who has been working there for decades.
Each bowl of tea costs two cents, so he doesn't actually make much money. The old man has no children, so he has no worries or troubles and doesn't need to worry about making a living.
This was because in his youth he was also a martial artist, but due to his mediocre talent, he had achieved nothing after half a lifetime of training. Disheartened, he resolved to serve martial arts practitioners who passed through this area.
He has already participated in the martial arts tournament three times.
What impressed him most was that forty years ago, the great hero Fang Tianhua advanced to the Great Perfection stage in a fight, won the championship, and was hailed as the leader of the martial arts alliance.
Twenty years later, Fang Tianhua became a martial arts saint, once again winning the championship and retaining his title as the leader of the martial arts world.
That was a great era!
Geniuses and outstanding talents are numerous, and renowned figures are as common as dogs.
Now, twenty years have passed, and the former glory is long gone.
Many familiar faces are no longer there.
The old man looked at the young figures drinking tea around him and couldn't help but shake his head, sighing that time waits for no one!
Are the older generation of strong figures still alive today?
Most of them have already returned to dust. Even those who are still alive are mostly senior elders in their respective sects, with little time left. They have no interest in competing or vying for power.
A new generation replaces the old; I'm afraid few people will recognize this old tea seller anymore!
"Haha, old tea seller! It's been twenty years, you've aged so much!"
A cheerful voice rang out, and the old man turned his head to see a plump, red-faced old man of about sixty years old leading several disciples into the tea stall.
The old man's eyes lit up. "You're the Fatty Red from the Bajiquan school?"
"Insolence!" a disciple beside him shouted angrily. "My master is the head of the Bajiquan school, the master of eight schools! How dare you desecrate him!"
"Hey!" The red-faced old man waved his hand. "What do you youngsters know! This old man is a seasoned veteran, on the same level as your master. Why don't you address him as 'senior'?"
The disciple was startled and quickly apologized, "Senior, it was my rudeness!"
The old man smiled and waved his hand, "You flatter me. I'm just a martial arts cripple, a lowly servant who serves tea. I'm no match for any senior!"
"Oh, right, Fatty Red, I remember you had a good friend back then, who seemed to be a renowned figure in the Tan Tui school. I wonder if he came this time?" The old man suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but ask with a smile.
That young man, though only in his forties, was already quite remarkable and left a deep impression on him.
The red-faced old man laughed heartily, "He's now the famous Hu Lie, the 'Domineering Leg', on the popularity charts. How could he not come?"
As they were talking, a majestic old man in white robes walked in from outside the city.
The red-faced old man's face lit up with joy, and he laughed, "Speak of the devil, and he appears! Look, here he is!"
Approaching slowly from afar was Hu Lie, the leader of the Tan Tui Sect, known in the martial arts world as "Overlord of Legs".
The red-faced old man was named Dai Sheng, and he was the head of the Bajiquan school.
The two had been friends since their youth. Although they had been in seclusion in their respective sects for nearly twenty years, they still kept in touch through letters.
Now that old friends are reunited, tears are truly welling up in their eyes. Dai Sheng immediately stood up and went to greet Hu Lie.
"Haha! You old codger, the letter clearly told me to set off first, but I didn't expect you to arrive so late!" Dai Sheng laughed and cursed, then punched Hu Lie in the chest.
"Looking for death?" Hu Lie's expression changed, and he instinctively took a step back before suddenly striking out with his palm.
Before the palm strike even arrived, a cracking sound could already be heard in the air!
Dai Sheng was startled and immediately thrust out a palm, colliding with the other party.
Bang!
The two of them stumbled back more than ten steps before slowly coming to a stop.
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