Serene Ascension Pagoda

As Yi Tian and the old man stepped out of the ancient, hallowed ancestor pavilion, they were immediately greeted by the intoxicating scent of blooming flowers that filled the lush garden, a fragrant embrace from nature. The garden was a kaleidoscope of colors, with fiery red peonies, pristine white orchids, and blushing pink cherry blossoms that swayed in the gentle breeze, painting the air with their delicate dance.

They ambled along the serpentine cobblestone path, marveling at the meticulously pruned topiaries that depicted various mythical creatures, each exuding a life-like presence. Like a masterful artist's brushstrokes, the garden seemed to weave a tale of ancient legends and forgotten lore.

As they ventured deeper into the verdant heart of the garden, away from the main entrance that Yi Tian had initially used, the old man turned to Yi Tian with a twinkle in his eye, reminiscent of the first stars of night. "I know that teaching Yi Long can feel like a thorn in your side, but don't let impatience be the rock that stops the river's flow. Although he is childish and doesn't often take things seriously, he truly looks up to you as if you were the North Star guiding him through the night. And remember, you were also like him in your youth! Ha ha!"

Yi Tian listened, his brows furrowing slightly like a ripple on a still pond, at the old man's sudden change from serious to playful. The sunbeams filtering through the verdant canopy above dappled the pair, casting a warm glow on the old man's silvery, pointy beard – a tangible symbol of his wisdom. He calmly stroked it as he reminisced, "I can recall it as if it were yesterday. I would have to wake you up and drag you to the training hall, ha ha! Then whenever I hit you with the stick for being disobedient, you would run to your father, and tell him I was trying to kill you! Ha ha! Cough, cough!"

"Be careful, old man, else you won't make it to the pagoda," Yi Tian playfully chided, patting the old man's back as he coughed from laughing so much, his laughter like the rustling of autumn leaves.

The man cleared his throat, his eyes glistening with unshed tears of amusement, like dewdrops on a spider's web. He gazed at Yi Tian deeply, his eyes a well of wisdom and experience. "Something really has changed in you, Yi Tian. Tell me, what is it that brought this transformation?"

Yi Tian turned and continued walking forward, the vibrant hues of the flowers reflecting in his determined eyes, like an artist's palette brimming with life. "Nothing has changed; I'm still me. Now let's get going."

As the elder stared at Yi Tian's retreating figure, he couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with pride like a river in springtime. He hastened to catch up, the sound of their laughter intertwining with the birdsong, forming a symphony of joy as they continued on their journey, their footsteps echoing the dance of life that surrounded them in the garden.

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As we approached the martial pagoda, the air grew heavy with a sense of anticipation. It was as if the very walls were infused with a tangible energy, pulsing with the history and legacy of the Yi Martial Family. The space surrounding the pagoda was a vast expanse of smooth stone tiles, each meticulously laid out to provide ample space for training. A variety of dummies, targets, and other practice tools were scattered throughout the area, each one a testament to the family's dedication to their craft.

The Serene Ascension Pagoda loomed before us, a towering structure of stone and wood that seemed to defy gravity. Its sweeping eaves, intricate carvings, and gentle curves all contributed to its otherworldly aura. As we drew closer, I couldn't help but marvel at the stunning craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. The warm hues of the pagoda's walls enveloped us, filling us with a sense of tranquility and comfort.

The main doors were a sight to behold, crafted from sturdy, high-quality wood that exuded strength and resilience. The natural grain and color of the wood lent a warm, organic touch to the entrance, inviting us in with open arms. The intricate carvings that adorned the doors depicted scenes of martial arts, each one more captivating than the last.

As we entered the pagoda, we were greeted by a breathtaking sight. The high ceilings were supported by beautifully carved wooden beams, each one a work of art in its own right. Soft glowing lanterns lit the space, casting a warm glow across the polished stone tiles below. The walls were adorned with an array of weapons, each one lovingly mounted and displayed with reverence. The weapons were organized by type and size, with rarer, more exotic weapons showcased in glass cases or on ornate pedestals, highlighting their unique features and importance to the family's history.

The murals that adorned the walls were equally stunning, each one depicting the Yi Martial Family's ancestors engaged in epic battles or practicing their martial techniques. The level of detail in each painting was astounding, capturing the raw power and grace of the family's martial prowess.

Near the entrance, a man sat on a small elevated platform, his presence commanding respect and admiration. He was of average height and build, with a lean, muscular physique that spoke volumes about his dedication to his craft. His facial features were sharp and focused, reflecting his disciplined nature. He sported a neatly trimmed beard and kept his hair tied back in a traditional topknot. His simple yet well-maintained martial uniform spoke to his status as a member of the Yi Martial Family.

"Good morning, Protector Zhen," Elder Feng greeted him with a nod. I followed suit, reciprocating the gesture of respect.

"Good morning," Protector Zhen replied, standing from his chair and coming towards us. He then bowed, acknowledging our presence.

"What brings you here, Elder Feng?" Protector Zhen inquired, his eyes focused and alert.

"Protector, Yi Tian wants to choose a technique to teach to little Long," Elder Feng explained.

Protector Zhen took a moment to ponder, his expression thoughtful. "The Four Young Master should only be nine, right? Isn't it too early for him to start learning a martial technique?"

"Yes, but since Yi Tian is required to train him, I didn't think it would be a bad idea to let him grasp the foundations to better teach little Long," Elder Feng reasoned.

"True," Protector Zhen agreed, before retreating back to his platform and sitting once more.

"We will be on our way then," Elder Feng said, waving a hand in farewell. And with that, we continued through the hall, eager to explore all that the pagoda had to offer.