Later, a friend mocked him, and that’s how the idiom "a shortcut to Zhongnan" ca into being.
A derogatory term, no doubt.
Yet the fa everyone craved was exactly what he desired the least...
ng Lang felt it was necessary to have a good talk with Elder Yan; what if he could reform him with his eloquence... oh no, inspire him?
At that mont, Yan Feng, Kong Wu, and a few others also got out of the cars behind.
To ng Lang’s surprise, Hu Yifei and his girlfriend Big Wave, who he had t earlier in Su City, also got out of the car with Yan Feng’s group.
"Sister!" "Sister Weiwei!"
"Why are you guys here too?" Yan Weiwei asked, sowhat surprised.
"We wanted to follow the master to broaden our horizons. We just arrived last night and didn’t want to disturb Sister. Hehe! Huh?"
Hu Yifei suddenly paused.
"Mr. ng is here too?" Seeing ng Lang among the crowd, Hu Yifei’s eyes lit up.
"Hehe! Just mingling, aimlessly mingling."
Why are you always at the center of action? It seems your relationship with Sister is really sothing...
But this is perfect as I was worried about not having a chance to connect with this sowhat mysterious young man; now the opportunity is right before ...
Elder Yan glanced at Yan Weiwei and the others, but his brow furrowed in an instant.
Counting himself, the group of n and won, young and old, seed complete.
The little girl aside, but what’s with ng dressed like this... what’s with that big travel bag?
Why do I feel like I’m with a tour group...
What’s going on? Are we here for a day trip?
A group of serious martial artists suddenly including a backpacker, what’s that about?
Please! Even cheerleaders should take it seriously!
However, considering that this ti letting Yan Weiwei compete was already a good outco, I’ll bear with the rest for now...
"Let’s go! To the mountain!" Elder Yan led the way with a grand gesture towards the mountain gate.
The road ahead couldn’t be covered by car; everyone had to get out and walk. Along the way, they occasionally saw other climbers in small groups, all of whom looked like trained fighters.
As they t, Elder Yan would clasp his hands in greeting, introducing their respective schools to each other, and then exchange pleasantries.
Before long, the "Twelve Road Spring Leg climbing team" arrived at a huge platform at the foot of the mountain. The tranquil environnt was suddenly buzzing with noise, startling ng Lang.
There must be two to three hundred people here, right?
The platform was divided into three square arenas arranged in a T-shaped formation, with people sparring against each other, and intermittent cheers and sighs could be heard from around.
"So many people, are they all here to climb the mountain?" ng Lang pointed at the crowd, curiously asking Fan Shigang next to him.
"This is actually considered a small turnout. This climbing event is held every four years, and the location changes each ti. It’s an unpublicized martial arts event.
You can think of it as the ’Olympics’ of ’our’ circle."
Fan Shigang emphasized the word "our" as he spoke.
Even for a master of internal strength, the way you say ’your circle, your circle,’ why does it feel so alienating?
Hu Yifei, eager for a chance to join the conversation, imdiately explained with a laugh.
"Yeah! Each climbing event, the organizers only invite about a hundred schools with significant strength and influence nationwide to participate. If a school ranks low continuously, it could even be directly eliminated.
If it wasn’t for strict selection, how could the mountain gate accommodate climbers from across the nation?
I even attended the grand event at Huashan Mount four years ago, and it was much busier than today."
"Really? Then I should hurry up and post this on my social circle; it only happens once every four years!"
This must definitely be a spot worth checking in for influencers, right?
However, as soon as ng Lang took out his phone, Hu Yifei quickly stopped him.
"Brother, you really can’t take photos or videos here."
"Ah? Why?" ng Lang asked, puzzled.
"Each school has its own critical techniques. If soone recorded their secret moves here, and then others went back and studied them... who would still want to co here to showcase their unique skills?
If the video were to leak, it would offend the event’s organizers."
"Uh..."
What era is this, still practicing the doctrine of starving the master to feed the apprentice? It’s so insular!
No wonder such a major event has no presence on Douyin!
ng Lang reluctantly put away his phone, feeling disappointed.
"Who are the organizers?" he asked, curious.
"It’s generally the school that topped the last event. For instance, this event’s organizer is the Mind-Intent Fist from the Ma family, who topped last ti.
This is also an opportunity for schools to expand their influence and showcase their strength.
Look! Those in blue uniforms are the organizers’ staff maintaining order," Hu Yifei pointed towards a nearby crowd.
"Oh~" ng Lang looked towards the center and noticed indeed many in uniford blue outfits maintaining order, even dics carrying first aid kits were present, which seed quite formal.
"The last Huashan summit’s winner, a master from the Ma family’s Mind-Intent Fist, was titled ’Huashan Divine Fist’...
By the way, Brother ng might not know this, but every winner from each edition is bestowed such a title.
These titles are deliberated by several respected elders, then covered with red cloth and placed at the summit.
So, only after the masters reach the summit and decide the winner is the title unveiled, as an honor for the champion.
I wonder what this edition will be called..."
So that’s how Hero of Guanzhong got his title...
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