Li Si'an stared at the sky in amazement, feeling his face swollen from being hit.
There really is such a person... Does he have nothing to do
Zhao Changhe sometimes feels that The Book of Troubled Times is written specifically to slap people in the face, or it has a bit of malicious taste and is deliberately delayed. After all, its reporting time is not necessarily when things are just finished... It's as if it is watching what is happening over there while listening to your nonsense, and deliberately suppressing it, and waiting for you to finish speaking before saying this.
Just like when I looked down on my nephew, the book about troubled times seems to be deliberately stuck at that time to show you that, after a great wave of change, the gentleman is no longer a tool.
Li Si'an just said, "Who knows how Han Wubing is doing today?", and the Book of Chaos told him that Han Wubing is still the same.
It fits my stereotype of blind people very well, full of bad intentions.
But this time Zhao Changhe was very proud. He just said that he believed Han Wubing was still Han Wubing, and the Book of Troubled Times gave the proof.
This is not only a proof of his trust in Han Wubing, but also a proof that there is still a bright spot in his heart in this world. There is always something reminding him of his original intention... Yue Hongling, Han Wubing.
Who says you can’t be young? Old Han isn’t young anymore~
Zhao Changhe took down the wine jug, gestured to the sky, and said loudly: "Thanks, brother!"
Then he took a big sip and rode forward: "Let's go, how long will it take to get to Emei? Can we stay overnight?"
Li Si'an followed him with his head down: "The caravan can't move fast, it will take several days, or you can go first by yourself, maybe you can arrive tomorrow, and then wait for me at Emei Mountain."
Zhao Changhe rode away: "See you in front!"
Li Si'an couldn't help but shake his head and laugh when he saw Zhao Changhe suddenly become full of energy as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
Yes, if a friend has been looking for an assassin for half a year, and the assassin is about to find him and blocks him halfway, I will also feel pale and my blood will boil.
… …
In Zhao Changhe's impression, Emei is always related to girls.
After all, it has the same pronunciation as "娥眉" (Emei), and when famous martial arts writers write about Emei Sect, they often describe it as a sect of girls, such as the Emei Sect of Guo Xiang and Zhou Zhiruo.
However, Emei is a Buddhist holy place, so there can only be a group of nuns in the novel.
And the Emei in this world has nothing to do with Buddhism, but it is a gathering of men who train their bodies like the Shenhuang Sect, and the atmosphere with the name of Emei seems a bit bizarre.
A long time ago, Zhao Changhe was unfamiliar with this world and did not know where the Shenhuang Sect was. He thought Situ Xiao was a man of tragic songs from Yan and Zhao... Otherwise, when he saw Situ Xiao, he would have asked him how long his graceful eyebrows could last. He did not know whether he would be beaten.
It was noon the next day when we arrived at Shenhuang Sect, but the place was not as hot as the beginning of summer and was still as cool as spring.
Zhao Changhe temporarily removed his Wang Daozhong disguise, restored his true appearance, and climbed up the mountain. Along the way, he often saw men going up and down the mountain. When they saw Zhao Changhe coming up, they stared at him with tiger eyes, as if seeing a tall man like Zhao Changhe, they subconsciously compared the muscles of both sides to see whose was stronger.
Since Zhao Changhe was still wearing the same scholar's shirt that he wore when he pretended to be Wang Daozhong, his face didn't look fat at all. After looking at him for a long time, the men felt that their arms seemed to be thicker, so they nodded with satisfaction, held their heads high and walked away.
No one asked Zhao Changhe what he was doing here, which showed his casualness. Anyway, if he wanted to join the sect, there would be disciples at the mountain gate to ask questions. If he was just enjoying the scenery outside the mountain, what was there to ask
Because no one in the world dares to come to the Shenhuang Sect to cause trouble... If there is, it won't be this kind of young man. It must be Xia Longyuan himself, or the northern barbarians have taken it down...
The number one sect in the world and the fifth most powerful sect on the Heavenly Ranking, this title is no joke.
At the mountainside, there is a mountain gate with ancient characters on it: "Shenhuang."
This is also a sect that traces back to ancient magical powers, and it is very likely the only sect in the world that is famous for body building... The way of body building is magnificent. The flesh can carry swords and knives, and horses can run on the arms. It is more in line with the muscular aesthetics of men than playing with the internal force that flows secretly.
Well, the Blood God Cult actually counts as one, but it’s not famous enough. Cult Master Xue is a bit famous, but I won’t mention how he came to be…
The gatekeepers looked at Zhao Changhe as he strolled over, glanced at each other, and stepped forward to salute: "Are you the Blood Shura Zhao Changhe?"
Zhao Changhe smiled and said, "Yes, Brother Situ, are you there? An old friend is visiting, please let him know."
"Well, the eldest brother is not in the sect recently. He has gone out to travel. He said that the idiot who used to be worse than him is now ranked higher than him. He can't stand it."
“… You didn’t have to go into such detail.”
The gatekeeper disciple puffed out his chest and said, "Big Brother has also cracked a secret treasure! We will see the result when we meet tomorrow."
"I don't care how many he can queue. What I said is that I'm not an idiot... Forget it." Zhao Changhe said helplessly: "Is Sect Master Li here? I was asked to bring him something." The gatekeeper disciple was stunned for a moment, his expression became serious, and someone immediately ran to pass the message.
Not long after, he came back and said, "The Sect Master invites Young Master Zhao to meet in the guest hall."
His expression became much more respectful when he spoke. This was a guest that the sect master could properly entertain in the reception hall. Was this the junior who was having a friendly conversation with the eldest senior brother
What a ghost! Even if he is a master in the human list, among the top 100 in the world, it is impossible for the sect master to be so cautious... Believe it or not, if Wang Daozhong from the Earth List comes, the sect master may give him a cold shoulder
Zhao Changhe smiled and followed the disciples into the sect.
There were shirtless men everywhere along the way trying to build up their strength, holding onto stone locks and lifting them back and forth. Zhao Changhe always felt like he was in an ancient version of a gym... But unfortunately, there weren't any girls there. It was exactly the same as the Blood God Cult, with no women to be seen from top to bottom.
It's really weird. You guys who work out, don't you have more energy to vent and need to have a harmonious yin and yang relationship
Perhaps because he was experienced and knew what the guests were surprised about, the disciple who led the way said with a smile: "We don't have any women here. Don't look at me. Which woman would join this kind of sect and train herself to have such strong muscles?"
"It's not like there aren't any... there are still some tomboys..."
"The main reason is that we can't easily lose our vital energy, which will greatly affect our physical training. For the sake of the culture, the sect leader simply doesn't accept female disciples."
"I see..." Zhao Changhe sighed, "Poor thing, I thought Situ Xiao was so dissolute, but this is it? How do you vent your energy?"
"Well… "
"Besides, isn't it harmful to drink too much? I also like to have a few sips, but Situ's addiction to alcohol has reached the level of an alcoholic. Isn't that good?"
"Initially, it was used to relieve the pain of physical training, but later it became an addiction... Anyway, given Senior Brother's strength, alcohol has no effect on him, so it doesn't matter. Our Sect Master also loves alcohol."
"Pain..." Zhao Changhe felt that the essence of Shenhuang Sect was similar to that of Blood God Sect...
As they were talking, they had already arrived in front of the reception hall. Looking up, they saw a middle-aged man with an old-fashioned look standing outside the hall with his hands behind his back, watching the bustling martial arts arena in the distance.
The leader of the Shenhuang Sect is Li Shentong.
Judging from his appearance, Li Shentong was not much different from an ordinary old farmer. He was not handsome and could even be considered a bit ugly, with a bronze complexion, simple clothes, and calloused hands and feet. However, his face did not have the wrinkles and sorrow of an old farmer. His forehead was full and his eyes were majestic, which was enough to make people forget his simple appearance and clothes, leaving only the awe-inspiring divine power that pierced people's hearts.
When his eyes as sharp as lightning fell on Zhao Changhe, Zhao Changhe couldn't help feeling a chill all over his body, just like when he was not yet successful in his cultivation and was stared at by a tiger.
Yuxu seemed to have said that "Li Shentong is more violent"... Why would he vent his temper on a junior like me
But Zhao Changhe did not avoid this frightening gaze, and looked at it calmly.
This invisible pressure made the disciple who was leading the way beside him break out in a cold sweat. He bowed and hurriedly retreated.
As the disciples left, Li Shentong suddenly felt less pressure and smiled, which was not sure if it was a smile or not: "Not bad, he's a real man."
Zhao Changhe asked, "Senior, what is the purpose of this display of power?"
Li Shentong said indifferently: "I just want to see what kind of opponent can make Situ dissatisfied and full of energy... When he was Qianlong, Situ always sneered at Chi Li, Yue Hongling, and Cui Yuanyong before him, saying that they were either skinny monkeys or women and would be defeated sooner or later. Now when he mentions you, sometimes you are stupid and can only use three tricks, and sometimes you walk around with a serious expression and say that you may not be able to defeat you... I have never seen Situ like this."
Zhao Changhe didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This guy, I said he was my friend, but he treated me as his opponent for so long."
"To you, those who are qualified to be friends are originally rivals. You are good friends with Yue Hongling and Cui Yuanyong. Did you ever want to surpass them?"
Zhao Changhe said frankly: "Yes. Including when I fought against Situ...Langya, he suppressed his power and fought me. I was thinking that sooner or later, even if you don't suppress your power, I will still beat you."
"That's it. It is because of this spirit and competition that martial arts flourish." Li Shentong didn't care and turned to enter the hall: "Come in and sit down... You said you brought something for me?"
Zhao Changhe followed him in and took out a gourd of wine: "This is what Senior Yuxu asked me to bring to Sect Master Li four months ago in Kunlun."
Li Shentong took the wine gourd, sat aside and looked at it for a moment, then smiled and said, "Did he leave any more words?"
Zhao Changhe said honestly: "He asked the Sect Master if he would accept it after drinking it."
As soon as I said this, I suddenly realized.
These two are also friends who compete secretly.
(End of this chapter)