Somewhere in an unknown parallel world, in Heyang City, the capital of China.

The air baked by the afternoon sun is slightly hot, and an uneasy heat wave emanates from inside and outside Wenfeng Ancient Street.

And deep in the ancient street, a few wailing sounds suddenly came from an antique building with a golden signboard of "Eight Immortals Martial Arts School".

"Gan!"

"Sudden inspection?"

"If the score is not up to standard, the venue and funding quota will be withdrawn?"

"Where can labor and management find a dozen registered students to make up the numbers now?"

A temporary notice that read "Martial Arts Project Rating Inspection" caught Chen Hao's eyes and made his heart feel cold.

The starting point of this rating check is absolutely unquestionable, but it is not a good thing for the Eight Immortals Martial Arts School, which just graduated its last student last week.

Because according to the detailed rules in the notice, the superior department team that came to inspect this time will have senior people coming to provide on-site guidance and supervision.

Chen Hao knows that those who can be called experts by their superiors will at worst be fifth- or even sixth-dan masters of Anjin.

The Chinese martial arts certification is divided into nine levels, using eagle, tiger and dragon to distinguish the three martial arts realms of Ming Jin, Dark Jin and Hua Jin.

Three colors of bronze, silver, and gold are used together with animal totems to represent specific ranks.

The bronze eagle is the first section, the silver eagle is the second section, the golden eagle is the third section, all the way to the ninth section of the golden dragon.

Chen Hao is twenty-three years old this year. He has been practicing the inherited Drunken Eight Immortals Boxing with his grandfather since he was seven years old. He has been stuck in the third-level Golden Eagle for two years. Even his deceased grandfather was only a fifth-level Silver Tiger in his peak period.

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Zui Ba Xian Quan is originally a very inconspicuous small school among many drunken martial arts, and can be regarded as a branch of southern drunken martial arts.

The earliest traces can be found in the "Boxing Classic: Preparations for Boxing" compiled by Qi Jiguang, a famous anti-Japanese general in the Ming Dynasty.

For example, the Southern School is divided into Drunken Eight Immortals Boxing, Su Qier Drunken Boxing, Shaolin Drunken Boxing, and the Northern School is divided into Drunken Mantis Boxing, Wudang Drunken Boxing, Lu Zhishen Drunken Boxing, Wu Song Drunken Boxing, etc.

If you don’t search carefully online, few people will know the difficulties inside.

For such a niche and declining boxing technique, trying to fool those experienced fifth and sixth-level Anjin masters would definitely be a death sentence.

But the problem is, if there is no fraud, the Eight Immortals Martial Arts School will not be able to pass this surprise inspection.

Because the most basic criterion for evaluating a martial arts event is inheritance!

At this moment, Chen Hao is the only one left in the martial arts school. He can't even find half of the students, and he is rated as a bird, so he just closes down and forgets it.

"What should I do? There are no students, let alone ratings. Even if I go through the motions, I can't fool you!" Chen Hao felt very uncomfortable. He was restless and stood up and walked around the courtyard of the martial arts hall.

One circle.

Looking at the empty martial arts courtyard and the dusty fitness equipment, he felt a little irritable at this time, so much so that he no longer felt like practicing the Drunken Eight Immortals Boxing daily to polish his strength.

Feeling depressed, he had no choice but to go to the bathroom and take a shower, which washed away the sweat stains from the summer afternoon and cooled down his brain, which was quickly turning to paste.

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After spending more than ten minutes washing up and changing into clean sportswear, Chen Hao took a look at himself in the mirror.

At the age of twenty-three, with a height of 1.78 meters and slightly delicate facial features, coupled with the bronzed skin caused by years of martial arts practice, he has a vigorous temperament all over his body.

Pulling the switch, Chen Hao closed the door of the martial arts hall and walked out of the gate of the Eight Immortals Martial Arts Hall, facing a wave of early summer heat.

When he walked past the white tower next to the entrance of the martial arts hall, Chen Hao specifically raised his head and took a look.

This white tower has a unique shape. It faces the southwest and faces the northeast. Its base is 2 meters higher than the road surface of the ancient street. It is surrounded by bluestone railings to form an independent courtyard, which happens to stand next to the Eight Immortals Martial Arts Hall.
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The entrance to the White Pagoda is a three-story archway with cornices. On the archway are engraved three ancient Chinese characters "Wenfeng Pagoda". Above the characters is a gilt and blue picture of two dragons playing with pearls, flying in the clouds and riding on the mist. There is a couplet on the left and right sides.

Painting.

The four paintings are respectively "bat", "sika deer", "monkey" and "magpie". Among them, monkey is the "beast", which means "longevity". The homophonic meaning is the auspicious meaning of "luck, wealth, longevity and joy".

What is written on the left and right couplets is: "The shadow of a hundred-foot whip casts into the three rivers to point to the path of fish and dragons, and the force of a pen is used to represent the sun, menstruation and sky."

This is the landmark building of Wenfeng Ancient Street - Wenfeng Tower, also known as Zhenxing Tower. It was built in the 15th year of Jiaqing in the Qing Dynasty. It had only 9 floors when it was first built. Later, 4 floors were added in the 16th year of Daoguang.

13th floor.

Although this pagoda has been through for more than two hundred years, it is well preserved. Even the picture of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea carved on the forehead of the bottom floor of the pagoda is still lifelike.

Chen Hao is already used to this Wenfeng Pagoda. After all, he has lived in a nearby martial arts school for more than 20 years since he was a child and has seen this Wenfeng Pagoda tens of thousands of times.

But this time when he looked at the relief sculpture of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea on the forehead of the first floor of the tower, and thought about the current situation of his family's martial arts school, Chen Hao couldn't help but feel a bit bitter in his heart: "You eight old gods have great magical powers, you can easily pass by

The sea."

"But my Eight Immortals Martial Arts School cannot save itself this time when the Clay Bodhisattva crosses the river!"

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After standing under the Wenfeng Tower and sighing for a moment, Chen Hao stepped into the crowded Wenfeng Ancient Street.

The dim sunset, the towering white pagoda, the bluestone pavement at the feet, and the mottled reflections of ancient houses in the distance, coupled with the fact that the embankments along the river are filled with tourists who come to the scenic spot to drink tea, it has a unique cultural charm.

There are three water systems running through Heyang City, the Fujiang River, which is famous for its mustard mustard, the Jialing River, which has been famous throughout the world since ancient times, and the Qujiang River, which few people have heard of.

When the three rivers enter the city, the water colors are different. Green, turbid, and white finally merge together, like a natural whirlpool.

This vortex happens to be right next to the embankment of Wenfeng Ancient Street, and you can see it very clearly from the embankment.

Most of the tourists enjoying the scenery along the river, or the elderly tea drinkers nearby, come here for the wonder of the intersection of the three rivers.

Whenever the sun shines brightly and the clouds and fog dissipate, photographers with long guns and cannons can be seen everywhere.

The horizon is covered with pink glow, and the head above the head is a broad blue sky. Looking at the intersection of the three rivers is even more edifying.

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Chen Hao, who was just a little angry at the corner of his mouth, was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery.

At this time, he was staring at the center of the vortex where the three colors met, and his mind was rolling back and forth like a paste stirred in it, thinking about how to save his Eight Immortals Martial Arts School.

At the very least, we have to get through the inspection and rating process first.

"If it doesn't work, just find a reason, spend some money to hold an event, call back all the former students, and make up a temporary number to fool them?" Chen Hao stared at the center of the vortex, and suddenly an idea came to him, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Same.

Most of the students who graduated from the martial arts school are locals in Heyang City, and their contact information is also there. With a little effort and effort, you can definitely recruit a few back.

Moreover, veteran students were taught step by step by Chen Hao and his grandfather. Even if a long time has passed, the routine of Drunken Eight Immortals Boxing back and forth only has eight moves in total. After practicing it for a few times, it will be like doing exercises. You will definitely be able to master it soon.

Get started.

Based on the luck of the draw, even those who are sixth or seventh-level masters will not be able to find any serious problems when the time comes to use these veteran students for inspection.

"I'm such a smart guy!" Chen Hao rubbed his hands happily and was about to get up and go back to the martial arts hall to look through the roster of old students.

Suddenly, a burst of white mist appeared in the center of the vortex where the three rivers converged in front of us.

This side of Heyang City is densely covered with water systems and has many mountains and fog. Every morning and evening, it is easy for fog to form on the river.

It's just that this time the river fog came a bit violently and suddenly. In just a blink of an eye, the entire river surface was obscured by a layer of white fog, and even the golden light of the red sun that had not yet set on the horizon could not penetrate.

People sitting nearby drinking tea, taking photos, and having fun were all stunned!

While everyone was marveling at the beautiful scenery, they took out their mobile phones to take photos and videos, and forwarded it to their circle of friends.

Even Chen Hao was staring straight at the center of the river in a daze!

Because he relied on the afterglow of the setting sun and his eyesight that was slightly stronger than ordinary people, Chen Hao vaguely saw a vague figure emerging from the center of the vortex.

"Fuck!"

"Why is there someone there?"

"Can't think of committing suicide by jumping into the river? Or did you accidentally fall into the water from the cruise ship?"

While Chen Hao was surprised, his body instinctively rushed to the boarding pier below the embankment.

In order to open up a new cultural tourism income-generating point for Heyang City, the district specially built a simple cruise ship dock on Wenfeng Ancient Street.

In addition to the pontoon for boarding the ship, there is also a row of life jackets and lifebuoys hanging on the pier to prevent someone from suddenly falling into the water.

"Master Chen, why are you here?" Old man Chang, the dock manager, asked curiously when he saw Chen Hao running over.

"Uncle Chang, someone fell into the river just now!"

"Lend me a lifebuoy! I'll go down and save people!" Chen Hao said a few words at a time, took off his sports clothes, grabbed a lifebuoy and plunged into the cold river water.

"What? Someone fell into the water? Oh my god! There was a heavy fog on the river, and my old eyes were so dim that I couldn't see anything clearly..." Old man Chang trembled when he saw this, and hurriedly took out an iron whistle and blew it.

I took out the walkie-talkie on my waist that I didn’t usually use much and pressed it again and again.

The red cloth armband on this old man's arm has the words "Safety Officer" written in big letters. Although his daily job is basically to hang out on the riverside and let tourists on the cruise ship put on life jackets in advance, every month's salary

It’s only over 2,000 yuan.

If someone is drowned in the river in front of him, then the responsibility of his safety officer will be huge!
To be continued...