Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 104

Song, Jiatai three years, August

Wang Chongyang took the Quanzhen Seven Sons and sent Huang Lin to the Quanzhen Sect.

"After this farewell, I don't know when we will meet again. Huang has benefited a lot from Zhongnan. Thank you, Daoist!"

Holding his sword and cupping his fists, Huang Lin saluted Wang Chongyang.

"Fellow Daoist, what's the matter? I really should thank you, Fellow Daoist!"

"Hehe, let's not talk about this, I heard that Zhenren once fought against gold?"

Changing the topic, Huang Lin suddenly asked about Wang Chongyang's fight against gold.

Hearing this, Wang Chongyang was silent for a long time before sighing:
"Back then, Pindao was full of enthusiasm, but he was so tired that the soldiers were killed and injured. It's really a pity."

"The real person should take care of his health, maybe there will be a chance to meet him soon!"

Huang Lin didn't say anything to comfort him, instead he smiled and said something strange.

Then, he got on his horse and took his leave.

Jingxi South Road, Xiangyang Prefecture
As the main battlefield of Song and Jin battles.

The entire Jingxi South Road centered on Xiangyang City is almost under military control.

The Xiangyang city at this time was a little smaller than the one Huang Lin saw in Daming. Although the city wall had been repaired and maintained, traces of war could still be seen on it.

Before Huang Lin entered the city, he was interrogated and interrogated.

"A Taoist? Where did you come from? Do you have a letter?"

The guards at the city gate saw that he was alone on a horse and holding a long sword, so they knew he was a figure in the world, so his tone was not vicious.

"Quanzhen, Xuan Yuanzi."

Huang Lin took out a stack of silk cloth from his arms.

The so-called Ling Die, that is, the Du Die, is just that the Du Die is mostly made of paper, and the Ling Die is made of fabric. It is just a method used by the Song Dynasty officials to prevent people from forging the Du Die.

The silk certificate in Huang Lin's hand was specially prepared by Wang Chongyang. As the largest Taoist sect in the north, it is not unusual to have a certain number of blank silk certificates in his hand.

Since the Sui and Tang Dynasties, the imperial court has strictly managed the Taoist registration system.

Being a Taoist priest is not something you just want to do, you have to pass the exam.

And in this dynasty, there are even Daoist boys who have to read "Tao Te" and other scriptures, and only forty papers are considered qualified.

Therefore, in the Song Dynasty, without any level of education, even a Taoist priest could not be successful, and neither could a monk!
Although his silk certificate came from Quanzhen, it can be regarded as solving the matter of Taoist identity for Huang Lin.

And the gatekeeper stared at Huang Lin's steed for a long time. After hesitating again and again, he waved his hand and finally let it go.

Huang Lin didn't have much trouble, and after receiving the "Singapore Letter" handed back by the city gate order, he led his horse into Xiangyang City.

"Head, such a handsome horse, it's hard to see!"

"Forget it, this person looks like a high-flying high-ranking person, let's not worry too much!"

"Tch, does he still dare to turn against him?"

"Don't cause trouble for me! If someone kills you, it's a big deal to flee to the north, so what if the court wants you?! Get out, go and investigate carefully."

Hearing the conversation behind him, Huang Lin didn't pay attention, but thought of something else.

He knew that there was a lack of good northern horses in the Southern Song Dynasty, but he didn't expect that there would be such a shortage.

The walls of Xiangyang City are strong and high. Although it is a border city, there are quite a lot of people in it, and there are also many people from the rivers and lakes.

"My lord, do you want to stay at the top or stay at the hotel?"

Huang Lin looked up, and as expected, it was the Yuelai Inn!

This is the best inn he has traveled all the way, so he didn't choose any more.

"Arrange a small private courtyard for someone, and serve food and wine on the table. Clean it up and feed it fine ingredients!"

Throwing the horse rope to Xiao Er casually, Huang Lin walked in casually.

"That's great, one from the private courtyard~~~"

At night, Huang Lin closed his eyes and shook his head helplessly.

The art of exhaling and breathing in the "Huang Ting Jing" is too picky, and I didn't feel it in Zhongnan Mountain before.

But after leaving Zhongnan, the inspiration from heaven and earth absorbed by this breath is getting worse day by day, and now in the city, it is even less rewarding.

No wonder those who practice Taoism all go deep into the mountains!

It seems that the method of "purifying bones" must be put on the agenda as soon as possible!

It's just that there is still a shortage of resources and provisions. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but look towards the east.

The time has not come!

The next day, Huang Lin left the inn early in the morning.

After leaving the city, go straight to the southeast of Xiangyang City!

After more than two hundred years, Huang Lin came to Snake Valley again. The terrain has not changed much, but the path of vegetation has changed beyond recognition, and there is no Boss snake in the valley.

Huang Lin wasn't surprised by this, he didn't find the sword mound here when he was in Ming Dynasty, and those snakes moved here later.

Just as he was about to set off to find the east direction, he heard the faint cries of eagles.

"Whoosh~"

Without even thinking about it, Huang Lin skimmed up to the top of the tree and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

There were only two leaves on the branch swaying slightly!

When he got close, he saw a tall giant sculpture with his back facing him, stepping on a thick-armed snake, raising his head and trembling.

The wings continued to flap, raising waves of dust, and many snake corpses around them were swept away by the strong wind.

The bosi snake under its claws was obviously dead, leaving only the last nerve reaction, wrapping its body around the carved leg.

The giant eagle's leg hair was entangled and fell off a lot.

Is this proud?
Huang Lin stood on the top of the tree and carefully looked at the back of the giant eagle below.

Most of the broad feathers are dark brown, sharp as steel, and only the neck is surrounded by a circle of golden yellow needle-like feathers.

This person stood up, unexpectedly taller than him, with a wingspan of at least four meters.

This is the statue, right?

It's just that this guy isn't bald yet, presumably it's because the snake venom in his body isn't heavy yet!

"cough~"

"Gah!"

Seeing it not stopping for a long time, Huang Lin coughed lightly, and the giant eagle turned around and folded its wings nimbly, and looked over.

Huang Lin's eyes were sharp, and he saw that there were a few white feathers on the inside of its wings, obviously it was underage.

This is what he learned during the days when he was hunting eagles in Huashan.

"Brother Eagle!"

After lightly falling to the ground, Huang Lin raised his hand to greet it.

The giant eagle stared straight at his left hand, then raised its head and yelled loudly, then lowered its head and yelled at him a few times.

Then, walking towards Huang Lin like a person, he stretched out his wings and patted his left hand holding the sword.

Huang Lin saw that it seemed harmless and its wings were weak, so he was defenseless.

Sure enough, after the giant eagle patted his left hand lightly, he took two steps back, followed by another "cuckoo" cry.

Suddenly flapping his wings and sweeping towards him, Huang Lin suddenly felt the strong wind blowing towards his face.

"Haha, I understand!"

Huang Lin laughed, took the red phoenix with his right hand, and pointed the sword and sheath at the weak point of the giant eagle's wing root.

The giant eagle quickly retracted its wings and stretched out its head to peck at Huang Lin's right hand.

Huang Lin twisted his wrist, and Chihuang slashed towards the giant eagle's neck.

One person and one eagle fought back and forth for more than 20 strokes.

"Gah!"

The giant eagle retreated suddenly, stared at Huang Lin and tilted its head and let out a cry.

Then he let out a series of "cuckoo" cries, and walked around Huang Lin twice.

Tilting his head from time to time, his eyes were a little excited and a little confused.

"Brother Diao, I just got the legacy of Senior Dugu, not him."

This eagle is like a human being, and the emotion revealed in its eyes is extremely rich, which made Huang Lin sigh, and couldn't help explaining in a soft voice.

"Zhi~~~~"

The eagle seemed to understand, and stared at him blankly for a while, then turned its back, retracted its wings and raised its neck, screaming continuously.

Huang Lin stepped forward and patted it on the back, saying:
"Brother Diao, the dead are gone, and the living are like this! Can you take me to worship at the grave of Senior Dugu?"

"Cuckoo~"

　Thanks to "prince24" for the reward again!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)