Yang Guo's new martial arts

A young man stood on the fifth floor of a mental hospital, cursing indignantly: "Damn it! Other people can just die and go to another world, surrounded by beauties, while I've been struck by lightning five times, and not only did I not go to another world, I was sent to a mental hospital! I'm not having it!"

This man threatening to jump was named Zhang Sanfeng—note, not Zhang Sanfeng (a legendary Chinese immortal). Don't sue him for violating human rights. He was 18 years old, slightly more handsome than Pan An (a legendary Chinese figure known for his good looks), and a height slightly greater than the square root of three. Overall, he was dashing, debonair, and incredibly talented. Why did he want to jump? The answer was obvious! His girlfriend ran off with someone else!

Zhang Sanfeng was heartbroken, and having read countless novels where the protagonists were unhappy in real life and were struck by lightning and transported back to the past or ancient times, he felt incredibly envious! So he learned a great deal from their courageous spirit, getting struck by lightning five times. He didn't make it to the ancient world, nor to the Holy Demon Continent, but he did end up in a mental hospital.

Zhang Sanfeng was incredibly frustrated. After much thought, he decided that jumping off a building was the best solution—direct, quick, and convenient. As for where he would end up, that was up to fate. "

Hey, what are you all doing down there? Making such a fuss! Haven't you ever seen someone jump off a building before?"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced disdainfully at the shouting crowd. Of course, his

girlfriend, Lisa, was also there. "Haha, damn it, this feels so good! This damn trashy, hypocritical world, get the hell out of here!" Zhang Sanfeng closed his eyes, concentrated, and enjoyed the pleasant air on the rooftop. To be honest, he had never felt so excited in his life.

This height should be enough! He hadn't died from jumping from the first to the third floor, so this time Zhang Sanfeng skipped the fourth floor and jumped from the fifth.

"Damn it, what are you yelling about! Why are you catching me if I jump?! Damn it, how am I supposed to hang myself?! I can't take it anymore, even dying is so hard!"

"God! What are you trying to do?! I really want to fuck your mother! Damn it all..." Zhang Sanfeng cursed the heavens angrily.

Damn it, the heavens were indeed working their magic; look, the wind was coming, the dark clouds were coming, and the lightning and thunder were coming too.

Zhang Sanfeng was just waiting for this deadly lightning to strike him and send him to the Holy Demon Continent, a land of civilizations and beautiful women.

Putting everything else aside, this was Zhang Sanfeng's experience; he'd tried countless methods, and this felt the most reliable. At worst, he'd just die. For someone like him, nothing else mattered, but his fearless spirit was extraordinary.

A violent bolt of lightning struck him, but just as it was about to hit him... he was stunned—it missed! The platform Zhang Sanfeng was standing on was smashed down. So, Zhang Sanfeng had the "honor" of a freefall followed by a parabolic trajectory.

As he crashed, Zhang Sanfeng even hoped to experience the feeling of being an aerial acrobat, but the sensation was far from pleasant. Incidentally, his head was pointing downwards. Even his well-practiced "Iron Head" technique couldn't withstand the impact. Zhang Sanfeng

heard a loud "bang!" and then his brain went "buzz!" as his consciousness began to fade. At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng thought about everything he had experienced.

In this world, Zhang Sanfeng was born an orphan, abandoned on the road to be fed to tires of unknown origin. Fortunately, an old man rescued him. According to the old man, he possessed the essence of "cheapness," and as long as he worked hard, he could definitely cultivate and glorify this nature, bringing honor to his ancestors. Of course, bringing honor to his ancestors was done for the old man; Zhang Sanfeng was responsible for earning a steamed bun and two loaves of bread as payment.

But all of this changed after Lisa returned. The old man discovered that Lisa possessed an even greater talent and potential for shamelessness than Zhang Sanfeng, and her thick-skinnedness was far more profound, reaching an impenetrable level. Consequently, the old man's care for Zhang Sanfeng turned into complete indifference. However, Lisa, considering Zhang Sanfeng's handsome and cool appearance, still gave him a steamed bun every day, allowing him to grow up healthily.

Zhang Sanfeng naturally wanted to repay this kindness tenfold, especially since Lisa had given him far more than just a drop of water! It was an immense favor, and after much thought, Zhang Sanfeng decided to offer himself in marriage.

So, on a dark and windy night, Zhang Sanfeng, like the wind, drifted into Lisa's room.

Unexpectedly, Lisa's usually deafening snoring was strangely absent that day. Just as Zhang Sanfeng was about to be surprised, he suddenly smelled a very fragrant aroma, which smelled quite pleasant.

But Zhang Sanfeng was unlucky; he didn't have that kind of luck. Before he could even enjoy the alluring scent, he was knocked unconscious by Lisa's chilling, ghostly screams. If that were all, Zhang Sanfeng would be lucky. Next, Lisa mercilessly picked up her shoe and smashed it over Zhang Sanfeng's head. In no time, Zhang Sanfeng was truly knocked unconscious! Boss, look closely, she's using a shoe with an iron sole! Don't think Zhang Sanfeng's head is made of tofu and can't withstand a hit!

When Lisa realized she was hitting Zhang Sanfeng, she scratched her head sheepishly and said, "Um, sorry, senior brother, I thought you were a womanizer!"

"Damn! Is there such a handsome womanizer as me?" But then again, Zhang Sanfeng thought, with Lisa's appearance, most womanizers would probably be scared out of their wits and head straight to the People's Liberation Army hospital before they even dared to make a move.

Is Lisa ugly? Of course she wasn't ugly, she was actually quite beautiful. However, based on his experience in protecting flowers, the old man found Lisa a mask that rivaled that of a gorilla. From then on, Lisa gained her second unparalleled killer move: a charming smile while wearing the mask.

The old man's philosophy was that he was specifically responsible for collecting the world's most despicable people and making them even more despicable. Zhang Sanfeng found this statement very philosophical, reminiscent of Marxist philosophy, but he didn't understand its meaning at all. He just felt that learning this statement made him much more profound, though Zhang Sanfeng's memory was incredibly impressive.

Every day, the old man would teach Zhang Sanfeng and Lisa advanced martial arts and such, and incidentally, he would show them some very exciting things. Later, after the old man strangely explained it countless times, Zhang Sanfeng finally learned that the thing was called a television. Of course, this wasn't because Zhang Sanfeng was unintelligent, but because the old man's explanations were too profound, delving into the level of protons and neutrons, leaving Zhang Sanfeng completely bewildered.

After learning about television, Zhang Sanfeng honed his super-cheap kung fu to perfection. The old man, driven to desperation by Zhang Sanfeng, reluctantly allowed him 100 minutes of television time each day. Thus, Zhang Sanfeng watched everything from *The Return of the Condor Heroes* to *The Legend of the Condor Heroes*, then from *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer* to *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, and finally *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*. Damn it, when he saw *Demi

-Gods and Semi-Devils*, he thought Zhuang Juxian was a complete idiot! However, he still secretly admired Yang Guo. Both Zhang Sanfeng and Lisa considered the old man a hidden master, because they had never seen him actually fight anyone. Why "actually"? Because Zhang Sanfeng had once seen the old man beaten senseless by a boy who was easily 1.2 meters tall. He asked the old man why he didn't use his kung fu, and the old man said his kung fu was already at a superb level, capable of injuring people invisibly, so he didn't need to fight. Hearing the old man's words, Zhang Sanfeng saw several volcanoes erupting on the old man's toad-like face. He felt the old man was truly as tall and imposing as a toad mountain, filling him with both admiration and respect.

Normally, such privately passed-down, father-son techniques would be priceless. But Zhang Sanfeng was simply better than others, able to receive the old man's personal instruction.

The first martial arts manual the old man gave him was from Jin Yong's *The Smiling, Proud Wanderer*. It contained countless martial arts techniques: Nine Yang Manual, Nine Yin Manual, Dugu Nine Swords, Yi Jin Jing, and the most amazing of all was Ren Zhengfei's Star Absorbing Skill—that martial art was truly damn awesome.

Logically speaking, those who study martial arts should be benevolent and invincible; there's a saying that perseverance leads to victory! With a manual and consistent practice, one will surely reach a high level. But Zhang Sanfeng knew nothing, and he was greedy, wanting to achieve a complete understanding, so he went straight for the level of the "Huashan Tournament of Scoundrels." The consequences were self-evident: lacking any basic skills, yet insisting on finding commonalities and weaknesses, he was basically finished. What a revolutionary martyr's spirit! However, Zhang Sanfeng waited for ages, but no media or fans came for autographs; doctors and nurses did come, much to his disappointment.

After recovering somewhat, under the old man's guidance, Zhang Sanfeng began the arduous process of seeking knowledge again. This time, he set his sights on the likes of Little Li Flying Dagger and other martial arts elites. Gu Long's martial arts are all about training the mind; for someone as weathered as Zhang Sanfeng to practice them was like rubbing salt into a wound.

Then, Zhang Sanfeng also met Bruce Lee and Mr. Huang Yi. Both men taught him extraordinary skills in his dreams, far surpassing the old man's. What a masterful swordsman! During this time, Zhang Sanfeng gained a basic understanding of Tai Chi. Emptiness and fullness complement each other, using a point to represent the whole. When the enemy advances, I retreat; when the enemy retreats, I attack. It could be said that in terms of martial arts theory, Zhang Sanfeng was a scholar of unparalleled learning.

A while ago, Zhang Sanfeng stole the old man's computer, a very modern gadget far superior to a television. Using it, he watched a movie called "Kung Fu Hustle," and his assessment was: "Damn, Stephen Chow's style is directly aimed at demolishing houses." This offended Lisa, a fan of Stephen Chow.

Because of this incident, Zhang Sanfeng and Lisa had a falling out. Lisa accused Zhang Sanfeng of being unjust and, in turn, betrayed him to the old man. Poor Zhang Sanfeng, because his skill was inferior to Lisa's and he shared the same gender as the old man, was tragically poisoned by him. The consequences were, of course, cruel, as the old man decided to expel Zhang Sanfeng from his sect.

Heartbroken, Zhang Sanfeng sought out Lisa, asking her to elope with him. Lisa refused, saying Zhang Sanfeng had no future.

Lisa then said she would elope with Ah Q, the old man's latest discovery—a wealthy young master even more despicable and irresistible than Zhang Sanfeng, his top choice, whose favor even surpassed Lisa's.

Zhang Sanfeng still vividly remembered the first time he saw Lisa; Ah Q's drooling was practically uncontrollable! He was incredibly resentful, but out of consideration for Ah Q's gift of two roast ducks, he let it slide.

Due to Zhang Sanfeng's fall from grace and Ah Q's rise in favor, Lisa gradually distanced herself from him. However, when she heard Ah Q say, "Lisa, I want to sleep with you!" she surprisingly agreed with tender affection.

And so, after reporting Zhang Sanfeng, Lisa, taking advantage of the old man's punishment of him, stole the old man's life savings with Ah Q. Upon learning this, the old man accidentally choked and fainted. Zhang Sanfeng seized this rare opportunity to escape.

Since his escape, alas! Zhang Sanfeng lived a life of hardship, basically surviving on air, his existence resembling that of a beggar. However, even beggars weren't as valuable as before; Zhang Sanfeng was bullied by other beggars, heartbroken and attempting suicide several times before being sent to this mental center.

Zhang Sanfeng knew he was perfectly normal, but those in white insisted he wasn't. Little did they know that Zhang Sanfeng was simply heartbroken and disillusioned with the world.

During his time as a beggar, Zhang Sanfeng found some incomplete novels in the trash heaps. One novel described being struck by lightning and going to a world full of beautiful women. Zhang Sanfeng longed for this, so every day he would stand under the lightning rod on the fifth floor of the building. But fate just wouldn't grant him that blessing. Eventually, he started looking for other solutions. Jumping off a building after a breakup seemed like a good option, something Zhang Sanfeng was perfectly suited for. And so, the scene just now unfolded!

"Ah!" A huge scream erupted from the surrounding noise, a peculiar sound rising abruptly.

Zhang Sanfeng immediately recognized it as one of Lisa's unique, top-secret weapons. Sure enough, just as Zhang Sanfeng's mind went completely black and he was about to stop thinking, he heard the thud of people collapsing to their deaths.

At the moment of his death, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly thought of the song he and Lisa had happily sung together: "You are the madman (Feng'er), I am the fool (Sha)..."

At this moment, a profound sorrow welled up in Zhang Sanfeng's heart. In that instant, he seemed to awaken suddenly, as if experiencing his entire life in one breath, feeling an immense sense of defeat and pain. Tears finally streamed down Zhang Sanfeng's face. At this critical juncture of life and death, Zhang Sanfeng had gained a profound understanding of life, but it was all too late... At that moment, the world suddenly darkened again. A massive ring of lightning struck Zhang Sanfeng's head, and a huge flame flashed before his body vanished into nothingness. Nine bright pearls shone simultaneously in the sky, like a hundred thunderclaps resounding, the heavens and earth trembled, and a powerful radiant light suddenly appeared, lasting for nearly ten seconds before disappearing without a trace.

In an instant, the world returned to calm.

After recovering from the shock, everyone felt they had just had a strange and absurd dream. They laughed and joked, continuing with their usual activities, simply finding a story of a madman's bizarre suicide to pass the time...

Chapter Two: Yang Guo Jumps Off

the Cliff. Yang Guo arrived at the Valley of Heartbreak on the second day of the twelfth lunar month, five days earlier than the agreed-upon date with Xiaolongnü sixteen years prior. It was already deep winter, the weather bitterly cold, and the Valley of Heartbreak was deserted. The grand mansions built by Gongsun Zhi and his wife, along with the green-clad disciples, were either burned down by Qiu Qianchi or were already in ruins. Since leaving the Valley of Heartbreak sixteen years ago, Yang Guo had returned every few years to stay for several days, hoping that the South Sea Goddess might take pity and suddenly grant Xiaolongnü permission to return north earlier. Although each time he waited in vain and left disappointed, each time he returned, he was always a few years closer to the agreed-upon date.

Returning to this familiar place, he found only overgrown brambles and desolate mountains. The heavy snow of the past few days had melted away, and there was still no sign of anyone having been there. He rushed to the edge of Broken Heart Cliff, crossed the stone ridge, and traced the words Xiaolongnu had carved with the tip of her sword on the stone wall. He carefully wiped away the moss from the cracks in the stone, revealing the two lines of large and small characters. He softly read: "Xiaolongnu's letter to her husband, Yang Lang, urges him to take care of himself and strive for reunion." His heart pounded uncontrollably.

He spent the entire day staring blankly at those two lines of words, and that night he slept with a rope tied to two trees. The next day, he wandered aimlessly through the valley and saw that the Love Flower Tree, which he, Cheng Ying, and Lu Wushuang had destroyed years before, no longer grew. The red flowers, which he jokingly called "Dragon Girl Flowers," were blooming brilliantly, like fire and brocade. So he picked a large bunch of Dragon Girl Flowers and piled them in front of the line of words on the cliff.

Five days of agonizing waiting had passed, and it was now the seventh day of the twelfth month. He hadn't slept for two days and two nights, and on this day, he hadn't strayed a step from Broken Heart Cliff. From dawn till noon, and from noon till dusk, every time the wind rustled the treetops or flowers fell from the trees, his heart would leap, and he would jump up and search and look around, but there was

no sign of Little Dragon Girl. Ever since hearing Huang Yaoshi's words, he knew that the "South Sea Divine Nun of Great Wisdom Island" was a fabrication by Huang Rong, but the inscription on the cliff was indeed carved by Little Dragon Girl, without a doubt. He only hoped that she would keep her word and come back for their reunion. As the sun slowly set, Yang Guo's heart sank lower and lower with it. At dusk, when half of the sun was hidden by the mountaintop, he shouted and rushed up the mountain. High above, he saw the sun's round face become whole again, and his heart felt a little relieved. As long as the sun didn't set, the seventh day of the twelfth month wasn't over. I watched the sun set on one mountain peak, then angrily rushed up another, even higher peak.

But even as darkness enveloped everything, upon reaching the highest summit, the pale sun had already dipped below the horizon. Standing silently atop the mountain, gazing at the vast expanse, I felt a chill creep into my body, the twilight pressing in. I stood there for over an hour, motionless. Then, the half-moon slowly moved to its zenith; not only had the day passed, but the night was almost over as well.

Little Dragon Girl never came.

He stood on the mountaintop like a stone statue all night until the sun rose. Birds chirped all around, and the sunlight filled his eyes, but his heart was as cold as ice. A voice seemed to be constantly echoing in his ears: "Fool! She died long ago, sixteen years ago. She knew that the poison was incurable, and that you would not live alone, so she committed suicide, but lied to you and waited for her for sixteen years. Fool, she was so devoted to you, how can you still not understand her heart?"

He staggered down the mountain like a walking corpse, neither eating nor drinking for a day and a night, only feeling his lips and tongue parched. He walked to the stream, scooped up water to drink, and looked down, suddenly seeing his reflection in the water, that his temples had turned completely white. He was thirty-six years old, in the prime of his life, and his hair shouldn't have turned white so soon. Moreover, due to his refined internal energy, despite a life of hardship and wandering, he had never had a single silver strand on his head. Suddenly, his temples were like frost, his face covered in dust, and he almost didn't recognize himself. He reached up and plucked three hairs from his temples, noticing that two of them were white. In that instant, a few lines of poetry came to mind: "Ten years have passed, life and death are separated by a vast distance; I don't think of you, yet I can't forget you. A lonely grave a thousand miles away, where can I speak of my sorrow? Even if we met, you wouldn't recognize me, my face covered in dust, my temples like frost."

This was Su Dongpo's poem mourning his deceased wife. Yang Guo devoted his life to martial arts and read little. Several years ago, he happened to see this poem inscribed on the wall of a small inn in Jiangnan. Feeling its deep emotion, he recited it a few times. Now, recalling it, he couldn't remember who wrote it. He thought, "He has been separated from his wife for ten years, and I and Long'er have been separated for sixteen years. He still has a lonely grave and knows where his beloved wife is buried, but I don't even know where my wife is buried." Then he thought of the second half of the poem, which described the author's dream of his deceased wife: "Last night, in a dream, I suddenly returned home. By the small window, she was dressing her hair; we faced each other speechlessly, only tears streaming down our faces! I know that every year, at the place where my heart breaks, on a moonlit night, by the short pine hill, I will be heartbroken."

He was overwhelmed with grief: "And I, and I, have not been able to close my eyes for three days and three nights, and I can't even have a dream!"

Suddenly, he leaped up and ran to the Broken Heart Cliff. He stared at the words carved by Xiaolongnu, and shouted, "'Sixteen years later, we will meet again here. Our love is deep, do not break your promise!' Xiaolongnu, Xiaolongnu! You carved these words yourself, how can you break your promise?" His roar was so powerful that it shook lions and tigers. These words came from the bottom of his heart, and the valley echoed. The mountains responded, and the voices came from all directions: "How can you break your promise? How can you break your promise? Break your promise... Break your promise..."

He had always been impulsive, but now he was filled with despair. He thought, "Since Long'er died sixteen years ago, it is pointless for me to live another sixteen years." Looking at the deep valley in front of Broken Heart Cliff, he saw that the valley entrance was shrouded in mist. Every time he came here, he had never seen the bottom of the valley below the clouds, and it was still the same now. He raised his head and let out a long howl, which made hundreds of withered dragon maiden flowers on Broken Heart Cliff swirl and dance in the wind. He softly said, "Back then, you suddenly disappeared without a trace. I searched the mountains and valleys but couldn't find you. You must have jumped into this bottomless abyss. In these sixteen years, haven't you been lonely?"

His eyes blurred with tears, and he seemed to see the image of Little Dragon Girl in flowing white robes. He also seemed to hear Little Dragon Girl calling from the bottom of the valley, "Yang Lang, Yang Lang, don't be sad, don't be sad!" Yang Guo pushed off with both feet, his body soaring into the deep valley.

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Guo Xiang accompanied the Golden Wheel Monk to the Valley of Heartbreak. The Monk was ruthless, more vicious than a snake, but since he intended to take Guo Xiang as his successor, he treated her with warmth and care along the way, as if she were his own beloved daughter. Guo Xiang was filled with anxiety, wondering if she would ever meet Yang Guo again, or if she could persuade him not to commit suicide. Her heart was heavy with worry and uncertainty, and she remained cold towards the Imperial Preceptor. The Imperial Preceptor, revered and flattered throughout his life, was like an emperor in Mongolia; even Kublai Khan, the fourth prince of the Mongol Empire, treated him with great respect. But Guo Xiang had been speaking coldly to him the entire way, criticizing his martial arts as inferior to Yang Guo's and accusing him of indiscriminate killing, leaving the powerful and influential Imperial Preceptor of Mongolia utterly bewildered.

As the weather grew colder, Guo Xiang counted the days, her heart filled with worry. One day, the two reached the Valley of Heartbreak when they suddenly heard a loud cry: "How dare you break your promise!" The voice was filled with grief, despair, and pain.

To Guo Xiang, it seemed as if every mountain peak around them was crying out in anguish: "You broke your promise! You broke your promise!" Startled, she cried out, "It's my elder brother! Let's go quickly!" She rushed into the valley. With a formidable enemy at hand, the Golden Wheel Monk's spirits lifted. He took out five wheels—one each of gold, silver, copper, iron, and lead—from his satchel. Although he had already mastered the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill" to the tenth level, he knew Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu wouldn't have wasted their time or neglected their training during those sixteen years, so he dared not be careless.

Guo Xiang rushed towards the sound, arriving at the edge of Broken Heart Cliff in moments. She saw Yang Guo standing on the cliff, dozens of large red flowers swirling around him in the howling wind. Seeing the treacherous cliff, slippery after the snow melted, and knowing her own lack of skill, she dared not leap across. She called out, "Big brother, I'm coming!" But Yang Guo, lost in sorrow, didn't hear her. Guo Xiang, noticing his unusual behavior, cried out, "I still have one of your golden needles here. You must listen to me, and never commit suicide..." As she spoke, she ran from the stone ridge towards the cliff. Halfway there, she saw Yang Guo leap into the abyss below.

Guo Xiang was terrified. Whether it was to save Yang Guo or out of deep affection, she willingly followed him to the bottom of the valley. She leaped into the abyss after him.

The

Imperial Preceptor, falling seven or eight zhang behind, saw her leap and rushed to her rescue. He unleashed his lightness skill, moving like an arrow, incredibly swift, but he was too late. By the time he reached the edge, Guo Xiang was already falling. Without thinking, the Imperial Preceptor used the "Upside-down Golden Hook" move, bending down to grab her arm. This move was extremely risky; the slightest misstep would drag him down into the valley as well. Just as he felt his fingers grasp her clothes, a sharp sound ripped half of Guo Xiang's sleeve away. She burst through the smoke and mist dozens of zhang below, disappearing into the valley below.

At that moment, nine strange star formations appeared in the sky, followed by a huge halo descending from the heavens. A flash of white light, and the giant rock blazed with seven-colored light. Yang Guo and Guo Xiang were struck by the massive halo of lightning. Guo Xiang's body instantly turned to ashes, while Yang Guo's body transformed into essence, disappearing into the time tunnel along with Guo Xiang's soul…

Chapter Three: The Beginning of Fusion

. Legend has it that he possessed absolutely brilliant and romantic skills… In a daze, Zhang Sanfeng felt incredibly suffocated, truly suffocated! Zhang Sanfeng shouted,

“Heavens! Am I not dead yet?” But he didn't hear his own voice. He touched his head—yes, he was still there, perfectly fine, unharmed.

Zhang Sanfeng was a little scared. If he couldn't die from falling from the fifth floor, he'd never find another place to jump!

“Who goes there?” Yang Guo sensed someone shouting and looked around warily.

Zhang Sanfeng felt his body bound all over, like he was in a leather bag. No way, damn it, this is torture for a human!

Zhang Sanfeng screamed in his heart, "I want to get out! I want to get out!" He crawled desperately out, crawling and crawling, and finally, haha, he managed to crawl out.

Upon entering, he found the space strange. Just as he was about to explore, he felt his body suddenly grabbed, and he was instantly unable to move.

"You son of a bitch, who the hell are you? How dare you touch me—"

Yang Guo saw a shifty-looking fellow looking around with ill intent and, judging him to be no good, used the lightness skill of the Ancient Tomb Sect to instantly leap to the man's side. He used his sleeve to grab the man's left hand, and his right hand suddenly shot out, seizing the man's "Shanzhong" acupoint on his chest. With

his vital point grabbed, even with his high level of martial arts, Zhang Sanfeng would be completely numb and unable to move. Moreover, Zhang Sanfeng was a nobody with no martial arts skills; this almost cost him his life.

Yang Guo, though not fully understanding Zhang Sanfeng's words, clearly heard the phrase "damn it," and immediately realized it offended his mother. He was instantly enraged. This was it; Yang Guo immediately harbored murderous intent. Daring to insult his parents was a grave taboo for Yang Guo.

Yang Guo reached for the giant sword behind his back, but his touch fell to the ground. He exclaimed "Eh!" and then channeled his inner strength to attack Zhang Sanfeng. His true energy vanished without a trace the moment it left his body.

Even so, Yang Guo, true to his name, remained calm and slapped Zhang Sanfeng several times.

"Slap! Slap!" Blood trickled from Zhang Sanfeng's lips, and five bright red handprints appeared on his face. Zhang Sanfeng stared in fear at the powerful-looking man before him. The man had a chiseled, handsome face, appeared to be around thirty-six years old, but his face bore a deep sense of age and hardship; about thirty percent of his hair was white at the temples.

Zhang Sanfeng stared blankly at the dejected yet strange-looking man. He was strange because his clothing clashed sharply with his own.

"That's right! These are ancient clothes!" Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed, realizing he might have unintentionally stumbled upon an ancient city he had longed for. However, there wasn't a trace of a city here; everywhere was an endless expanse of gloomy darkness.

Could this be the Road to the Underworld? Hmm, it seems so. So the Black and White Impermanence are actually quite handsome, almost as handsome as me! This must be Bai Wuchang! Zhang Sanfeng thought.

"Ah——————…" A mournful roar echoed, its chilling sound amplified by the flowing energy.

Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng were both startled by the sudden roar, freezing as if electrocuted, the scene from their previous lives flashing through their minds again.

Yang Guo thought of Long'er, his hand, which had been resting on Zhang Sanfeng's chest, fell limply, his heart filled with anguish. In an instant, all hatred, love, and pain transformed into despair… Zhang Sanfeng was enlightened by this roar. All the details of his life flashed back like a gentle stream, a moment like ten thousand years, ten thousand years like a moment. Everything became clear. The books he had read on the computer in his previous life and the courses the old man had taught him from elementary school to university made him truly understand the old man's deep care and that the old man was also mentally unstable… And at this moment, he himself returned to the state of profound enlightenment he had reached before his death.

The roar continued in this way. Although Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng sensed something was wrong, they didn't know where the continuous roar came from or why it was emitting such a mournful roar!

In fact, the space that Yang Guo and Zhang Sanfeng entered was a fictional space created by the soul of Xiaoyaozi, the founder of the Xiaoyao Sect, after his death. At this moment, the Lord of Space, Xiaoyaozi, looked up and saw two very strange people standing in front of him. The first one was not very old, with white hair at his temples, and his clothes were not much different from his own. The second one was quite strange. He was a monk, but he didn't look like one, because his hair was arranged in the shape of an "eight" on his forehead, and his clothes had the sleeves cut off! …As Xiaoyaozi continued to observe their expressions, he was no longer surprised. He had witnessed two things that truly shook his soul, things he had been searching for and exploring. At that moment, he was overjoyed and laughed loudly, “Hahaha…”

The white-haired man’s infatuation was vividly displayed on his face; the monk’s wisdom was vividly displayed on his face; and he himself, at that moment, suddenly understood. At that moment, he understood, he truly understood… Xiaoyaozi laughed loudly, his hands naturally resting on their shoulders. Suddenly, the entire space shrank smaller and smaller, until it reached its limit. Xiaoyaozi leaped out, and the two men began to spin rapidly.

A bright white light flashed, and a sphere, sometimes black, sometimes white, flew like a meteor towards an unknown spacetime.

Xiaoyaozi stroked his beard and laughed, "You two lads, now that you've merged into one, besides your own martial arts, I've also taught you the Northern Darkness Divine Art, Lingbo Steps, White Rainbow Palm Force, Lesser Formless Skill, Tianshan Six Yang Palms, and Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand. Furthermore, I've enhanced the power of the Soul-Shifting Technique from the Nine Yin Manual that you've already learned! May you live well in your unknown time and space..."

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Old saying: "The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright; fallen leaves gather and scatter, crows perch and are startled again. When will we meet again? This time, this night, my heart is heavy."

New saying: "Spring water is green, spring flowers are still; new leaves grow again, old swallows joyfully welcome us. Remembering the old days of knowing and acquainting, this life will be filled with true love."

In a fictional era, in the second year of the Duanping reign of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Yang Guo awoke from an unconscious state, and what came into view was his first home, long buried deep in his memory.

This was the stone house where he and his mother, Mu Nianci, had lived as children. Looking at the simple table and chair, the humble home, and the toys he loved to play with as a child, Yang Guo's eyes welled up with tears.

Yes, Yang Guo had returned to when he was eleven years old. At that time, his mother was ill, but still alive.

Suddenly, he remembered that this seemed to be Changxing in Jiangnan. Not far away was Jiaxing, the place where his fate had taken a dramatic turn in this dreamlike Jiangnan. If all of this was true, then had he returned to his childhood? Had Heaven allowed him to live again? He pinched himself hard; it hurt. It seemed everything was real. He never expected his dream to come true. He often thought that if Heaven allowed him to live again, he would never want to live such a hard life, enduring pain that ordinary people couldn't bear. He didn't want to be the Condor Hero; he would rather be

a carefree wanderer. At this moment, Yang Guo was incredibly excited! He was back! He was reborn! Reborn back to his former home! Disturbed by everything before him, if it was all real, then this was indeed his and Mu Nianci's home. In his memory, Mu Nianci seemed to be seriously ill, and he had to find a way to save his mother. As for how to save her, the old Yang Guo might not have been able to, but now, he did!

During his rebirth, Yang Guo clearly felt that his martial arts and internal energy still existed within his body, no less powerful than the top-tier internal energy of the Five Greats. Moreover, upon returning to the past, his internal energy seemed to have taken a different form. While still incredibly powerful, it possessed an inexhaustible life force. Yang Guo clearly felt that this inexhaustible power could not only make him immune to all poisons and immortal, but also heal any internal injury. Furthermore, he could even bring someone back to life simply by finding their burial place! Possessing an immortal body, he is immune to all illnesses and injuries. He will stop aging once he reaches thirty, and furthermore, he can grant immortality to anyone he desires. If a person is over thirty, they will revert to their thirty-year-old appearance; conversely, if they are under thirty, they will not age once they reach thirty.

Furthermore, he has merged with Zhang Sanfeng's memories, becoming a new Yang Guo. He also learns the Northern Darkness Divine Art, the Lesser Formless Art, the Six Yang Palms of Tianshan, and the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand. The power of the Nine Yin Manual's Soul-Shifting Technique has also increased, allowing him to directly control the minds of those with low martial arts skills! It's simply amazing! Given these internal strengths, Yang Guo decides that he must live a carefree and joyful life, not only forever with Xiaolongnu, but also ensuring the greatest happiness for all the women who love him.

...

Meanwhile, in another, even more rudimentary room...

"Cough cough...cough cough..." At this moment, Mu Nianci, who was already quite ill, was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) coughing. She was not yet thirty years old, the most beautiful time of a woman's life. Mu Nianci was a great beauty to begin with, and although she looked somewhat haggard from long-term toil and illness, it did not diminish her captivating beauty.

"Mother...Mother..." Yang Guo rushed in.

Mu Nianci was startled to see Yang Guo come in and said, "Guo'er, why aren't you asleep so late...cough cough, what are you doing here...cough cough..."

Yang Guo stepped forward and helped his mother up, saying, "Mother, don't be afraid, Guo'er will heal you..." He then sat behind Mu Nianci, placing his palm on her back and slowly channeling his inner energy into her body.

"Hmm... Ah!" Before Mu Nianci could understand what was happening, she felt a powerful surge of internal energy flow into her body from her back. Instantly, her whole body felt warm, as if she were soaking in a hot spring. All her pain immediately vanished; she had never felt so comfortable before.

Yang Guo channeled his inner energy for fifteen minutes, and Mu Nianci's complexion returned to a rosy hue. Only then did Yang Guo release her.

"Guo'er... what did you do to Mother? Why... why does Mother feel so comfortable?" Mu Nianci was both surprised and delighted. At this moment, she felt a comfort she had never experienced before.

Yang Guo looked at his mother; the few wrinkles on her jade-like face from her hard work had completely disappeared. She now possessed the beauty of a mature woman, elegant and charming, simply breathtakingly beautiful.

"I never imagined Mother was so beautiful..." Yang Guo thought to himself.

Hearing his mother's words, Yang Guo chuckled and said, "Mother, do you know? I'm already a martial arts master! Just now, I saved you with my skills!"

"What?!" Mu Nianci was shocked, staring blankly at Yang Guo in disbelief.

Yang Guo immediately fabricated a story for Mu Nianci, claiming he had received instruction from a deity in a dream, which gave him unparalleled martial arts skills. Although Mu Nianci didn't believe Yang Guo's story, she knew her son's nature; he wouldn't say anything he didn't want to, so she didn't press him further. She only warned Yang Guo to be a good person and not to use his martial arts for evil. Yang Guo naturally agreed happily.

Then, Yang Guo said, "Mother, I've learned quite a bit of martial arts now. How about I teach you some?"

Mu Nianci was very interested and said, "Okay, I'll learn your skills!"

So, starting the next day, Yang Guo began teaching Mu Nianci the martial arts from the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra.

The Jade Maiden Heart Sutra is the ultimate martial art of the Ancient Tomb Sect, most suitable for women to cultivate. Although Yang Guo couldn't practice any mind-to-mind martial arts with Mu Nianci, they had plenty of other skills. Mu Nianci was quite talented, and after several months of learning, her skills improved considerably. Then Yang Guo taught her the Nine Yin Manual, which Mu Nianci also studied very diligently.

In this way, two years passed...

During these two years, Yang Guo and Mu Nianci no longer lived in Changxing, but in Jiaxing. Over the years, Yang Guo had robbed the rich and helped the poor of several wealthy merchants in the Jiangnan region, acquiring hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. Now he had bought a mansion and acquired some properties in Jiaxing, making him a wealthy landowner.

Originally, Mu Nianci strongly disapproved of Yang Guo's methods of acquiring wealth. However, after Yang Guo explained how the landlords were ruthless and exploitative, causing many families to be ruined and destroyed, Mu Nianci finally acquiesced to Yang Guo's actions, allowing him to rob the rich to help the poor. Over the years, Mu Nianci has indeed used Yang Guo's money to help many poor people, and now the entire Jiaxing knows that the Yang family mother and son are great philanthropists.

In the past two years, Mu Nianci's martial arts skills have also improved considerably with Yang Guo's help, especially after being infused with his new internal energy. Her physical aptitude has become very high. In just two years, Yang Guo estimates that although her martial arts skills are not at the level of Li Mochou, she can still hold her own against Li Mochou for up to a hundred moves.

And at this moment, the time had finally come for the Lu family to be wiped out…

Chapter Four begins:

“A Yue maiden picks lotus by the autumn waters, her narrow sleeves and light silk revealing her twin gold bracelets. She

reflects her image as she picks flowers, the flowers like her face, her heart entangled with the silk threads. At

the head of the Chicken-Foot Creek, the wind and waves are late, the fog heavy and the smoke light, her companions from the past are nowhere to be seen.

Faintly, the song fades as the boat returns, a sorrowful farewell leading to the southern bank of the Yangtze.”

A soft, melodious song drifts across the misty lake. The song originates from a small boat, where five young women sing and laugh, rowing and picking lotus. The tune they sing is “Butterfly Loves Flowers,” a poem by the great Northern Song Dynasty poet Ouyang Xiu, which describes the scene of Yue maidens picking lotus. Although only sixty characters long, it vividly depicts the season, time, location, scenery, and the Yue maidens' appearance, clothing, jewelry, and feelings. The second half of the poem blends description and narration, expressing emotions, moving from near to far, leaving a lingering impression. Ouyang Xiu served as an official in Jiangnan for a long time, and the tender feelings and deep emotions of the Wu and Yue regions were all poured into his ci poems. During the Song Dynasty, people of all social classes, from high-ranking officials to commoners, found joy in singing lyrics. Thus, when Liu Yong's new lyrics were published, they were sung wherever there was a well. And in Jiangnan, the spring willow-lined banks and autumn lotus-picking scenes were often accompanied by Ouyang Xiu's lyrics.

On this particular day, spring was in full bloom, and Jiaxing belonged to Xiuzhou in Liangzhe Circuit. The Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, the lotus leaves were fading, and the lotus seeds were plump. A song reached the ears of a Daoist nun by the lake. She had been standing quietly under a row of willow trees for a long time. The evening breeze ruffled the hem of her apricot-yellow Daoist robe and the hundreds of strands of silk hairpin tucked around her neck. Her heart was filled with turbulent thoughts, truly "her heart only entangled with the silk hairpins." The singing faded into the distance; it was another poem by Ouyang Xiu, "Butterfly Loves Flowers." A gust of wind carried the faint lines: "The wind and moon are heartless, people secretly change; old travels are like dreams, leaving only heartbreak..." The song had

barely ended when a burst of giggles followed. The Daoist nun sighed, raised her left hand, looked at her blood-stained palm, and muttered to herself, "What's so funny? The little girl is just singing nonsense, completely oblivious to the pain of longing and sorrow in the poem."

About ten feet behind the nun, an old man in a green robe and long beard stood motionless, only letting out a very soft sigh when the lines "The wind and moon are heartless, people secretly change; old travels are like dreams, leaving only heartbreak" reached him. A

small boat glided across the crystal-clear lake. Of the five girls in the boat, three were around fifteen or sixteen years old, and the other two were only nine. The two were cousins; the older cousin's surname was Cheng, and her given name was Ying; the younger cousin's surname was Lu, and her given name was Wushuang. They were half a year apart.

At this moment, five young girls were boating along, chatting and laughing happily. Just then, another small boat came by, and sitting on the boat was a young man in blue robes, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with handsome features and a spirited look. His boat glided to the side of Cheng Lu and the other two's boat, and he said, "Ladies, the song you sang just now was truly beautiful. I admire it!" This man was none other than Yang Guo.

Upon seeing Yang Guo's handsome appearance, Cheng Ying, Lu Wushuang, and the other women blushed slightly. Lu Wushuang, however, smiled and asked, "Is this elder brother also here for a boat trip on the lake?"

Yang Guo replied with a smile, "Indeed, such a pleasant day! It would be a shame not to enjoy it! Are you two ladies from Lu Family Manor?"

The two women were taken aback. Cheng Ying asked, "How did you know, elder brother?"

Yang Guo said, "I've seen you two ladies several times outside Lu Family Manor! I am Yang Guo, and I do not know your names." Upon

hearing this, Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were both surprised. Lu Wushuang said, "You are that great philanthropist Yang?"

"Cousin, don't be rude!" Cheng Ying scolded lightly, then continued, "Young master, you must be..."

"Hehe, I wouldn't dare call myself a great philanthropist, I just do some good deeds!" Yang Guo laughed.

Cheng Ying smiled and said, "Doing good deeds is the right thing to do. My name is Cheng Ying, and this is my cousin Lu Wushuang..." Upon hearing this, Yang Guo was overjoyed.

At this moment, Lu Wushuang pointed to the shore and said, "Cousin, Brother Yang, look, that strange man is still on the shore..."

Cheng Ying and Yang Guo looked up and saw an old man sitting on the shore with a full head of long hair and beard, and tattered clothes. The man had a majestic appearance, but his face was covered with a full beard and hair, and it was unclear how long he hadn't had a haircut. At this moment, his expression was uncertain, and he seemed to have mental problems.

Yang Guo thought to himself, "It seems this is Wu Santong."

Cheng Ying said, "Cousin, don't be rude, you should call him Uncle..." Lu Wushuang stuck out her tongue and laughed, "Isn't he annoyed? He's so old, yet he has a bib around his neck. If he gets angry, his beard would stand up, that would be quite a sight." She picked up a lotus seedpod from the small boat and threw it at Wu Santong's head.

The small boat was several feet away from Wu Santong, and although Lu Wushuang was young, her strength was surprisingly good, and the throw was quite accurate. Cheng Ying called out, "Cousin!" but it was too late to stop her. The lotus seedpod flew straight towards Wu Santong's face. Wu Santong tilted his head back and bit the lotus seedpod. Without reaching out to take it, he curled his tongue and began to chew it. The five girls saw that he didn't even peel out the lotus seeds, nor was he afraid of the bitterness, and just swallowed it whole, petals and all. They looked at each other and couldn't help but giggle as they rowed closer and went ashore.

Cheng Ying walked over to the man, tugged at his sleeve, and said, "Uncle, this isn't tasty." She took a lotus pod from her bag, split it open, peeled out a dozen or so lotus seeds, tore off the green skin, removed the bitter core, and handed it to Wu Santong. Wu Santong chewed a few times, finding the taste refreshing and delicious, quite different from what he had eaten before. He grinned at Cheng Ying and nodded. Cheng Ying peeled a few more lotus seeds and handed them to him. Wu Santong tossed the seeds into his mouth, chewed them haphazardly, and looked up at the sky, saying, "Come with me!" He then strode westward.

Lu Wushuang grabbed Cheng Ying's hand and said, "Cousin, let's go with him." The three girls, timid, quickly said, "Go home quickly, don't go too far and get your mother scolding you." Lu Wushuang pouted and made a face. Seeing Wu Santong walking very fast, she said, "Fine, don't come then." She let go of her cousin's hand and chased after him. Cheng Ying and her cousin had come out to play together, and unable to leave her behind, Yang Guo had to follow. Yang Guo frowned, then followed. The three girls, though several years older than them, were all shy and timid. After calling out a few times, Wu Santong and Cheng Lu disappeared behind the mulberry tree.

Wu Santong walked very fast. Seeing that Cheng Lu's steps were too small to keep up, he stopped and waited several times. Later, becoming impatient, he suddenly turned around, stretched out his long arms, and tucked the two girls under his arms, walking away quickly. He never noticed Yang Guo behind him.

At this moment, the two girls only heard the whistling wind in their ears, and the stones and grass on the road constantly moving before their eyes. Lu Wushuang became frightened and cried out, "Put me down! Put me down!" Wu Santong ignored her and instead walked even faster. Lu Wushuang tilted her head back and bit down hard on the edge of his hand. Wu Santong's hand touched her, causing her teeth to ache slightly. Lu Wushuang had no choice but to loosen her teeth, her mouth never idle, screaming and shouting at the top of her lungs. Cheng Ying, however, remained silent.

Wu Santong ran for a while longer and put the two of them down. The place was a graveyard. Yang Guo hid behind a tombstone and observed, wondering why Wu Santong had brought two little girls to a graveyard.

Cheng Ying's face turned deathly pale, while Lu Wushuang's face flushed red. Cheng Ying said, "Uncle, we want to go home, we don't want to play with you anymore!"

Wu Santong stared at her without saying a word. Seeing the sorrowful, pitiful, and self-pitying look in his eyes, Cheng Ying couldn't help but feel sympathy. She said softly, "If no one plays with you, come to the lake again tomorrow, and I'll peel lotus seeds for you to eat." Wu Santong sighed, "Yes, it's been ten years. No one has played with me for ten years." Suddenly, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said viciously, "Where is He Yuanjun? Where did He Yuanjun go?"

Cheng Ying was frightened by his sudden harshness and whispered, "I...I...I don't know." Wu Santong grabbed her arm and shook her a few times, saying in a deep voice, "Where is He Yuanjun?" Cheng Ying was so frightened that she almost cried. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. Wu Santong gritted his teeth and said, "Cry, cry! Why aren't you crying? Humph, you were like this ten years ago. I forbade you to marry him, and you said you couldn't bear to leave me, but you insisted on going with him. You said you were grateful for my kindness to you, and that you were heartbroken to leave me—bah! All lies. If you were truly heartbroken, why weren't you crying?"

He stared fiercely at Cheng Ying. Cheng Ying was already pale with fright, but no tears fell. Yang Guo frowned upon seeing this, then rushed out, leaped to Wu Santong's side, and pressed a finger on Wu Santong's pressure point. Wu Santong didn't even utter a sound before collapsing to the ground.

Chapter Five: The Beautiful Woman Wu Santong

Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were greatly surprised. Looking at Yang Guo, Lu Wushuang said, "Brother Yang, you... how did you get here?"

Yang Guo smiled faintly, looking at the unconscious Wu Santong on the ground, and said, "I came with you. I was afraid this bad guy might harm you!"

Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang were very grateful to Yang Guo. Lu Wushuang looked at Wu Santong on the ground and said with some worry, "He... will he be alright?"

Yang Guo smiled and said, "He'll be fine. He's just unconscious for a while! He'll wake up in a few hours! It's not safe here at this time. Let me take you home!"

Cheng Ying said, "Thank you very much, Brother Yang."

[The End]

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