[Martial Arts Classics] [My New Jin Yong Heroes]

My city certainly doesn't have such clear skies or such fresh air. The temperature on my skin tells me it's the transition from spring to summer. Beyond my small courtyard, through the bamboo grove, I can see a short street, about a hundred meters long, bustling with people—a small market town.
They, and I, are all dressed in ancient costumes.
I graduated from university five years ago, and five years of work experience have extinguished my romantic fantasies about life, and I'm no longer so fragile as to be afraid to accept reality. So I quickly accepted this absurd reality. I don't know why, but I should be in an unknown time and space. From the people and scenery of the market town I just observed, and my own courtyard, it seems similar to the Jiangnan region of China around the 10th century. The possibility that all of this is a prank is probably only 1%. And those who enter this unknown time and space have computers and machine guns, while I only have the medicine box I left by my bedside last night… But why me?! Leaning against the door, looking at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window, I couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Turning back into the house, the only thing I needed to do now was quickly familiarize myself with my surroundings and find a way back. Complaining was useless. A barrage of questions flooded my mind: "How will I survive here? What is my identity? Is this house mine? How will I make a living in this society? How will I interact with the people here?..." My "house" consisted of a main hall and four side rooms. The bedroom I'd just been in was one of the west side rooms; the other was a study, its shelves overflowing with books. To the east were the kitchen and storage room. The yard outside was quite large, enclosed by a bamboo fence, with a clump of lush green bamboo, very pleasing to the eye.
In my bedroom was a bronze mirror. Looking in it, I was startled again. In real life, I was a mature 27-year-old man, my lips dark and stubble-covered if I didn't shave every day. But the person in the mirror seemed to be myself from ten years ago—a handsome face still bearing traces of youthful innocence, a few fine hairs on my upper lip, and a smooth forehead—all indicating I was a boy no more than eighteen.
I glanced through the books in the study, the latest one I found was a collection of poems by Ouyang Xiu, which seemed to be from the Northern Song Dynasty at the earliest. Looking at these books, printed and bound using ancient methods, yet still pristine white paper, my initial fantasy that this was a dream was completely shattered.
Somewhat bewildered, I walked into the hall and plopped down in a chair. My sleeve accidentally brushed something off the floor. Picking it up, I saw it appeared to be several letters. My spirits lifted. I hadn't found anything in the study to prove my identity; perhaps these letters would offer some new clues. "
Dear Brother Yuchen:
It has been a year since we parted in Lin'an. I have been wandering the world, without a fixed abode, but fortunately, I am well. I am grateful for your concern.
The Yu family has a long tradition of scholarship, but recently I heard that you are determined to abandon literature for martial arts. If this is the reason for my foolish words a year ago, I am deeply ashamed.
I know your will is unwavering; once you have made your decision, no amount of persuasion will change your mind." Moreover, my brother's exceptional talent and character are unparalleled in my thirty-plus years of experience. While I grieve that the Yu family has lost a scholar of high standing, I also rejoice that the martial world has gained a remarkably talented individual.
The Old Man Dugu of Xiaolongqiu in Yandang Mountain is the most extraordinary person in the world, and his lineage with my family is quite profound. Therefore, I recommend my brother to seek veneration there, which will greatly assist him in his studies and chivalrous endeavors in the martial world. This letter
is too short to fully express my feelings; let us meet again in the martial world and share a drink. Best wishes for your continued success.
Your brother , Feng.
Seeing this letter, my heart stirred, as if I had remembered something. There was another letter addressed to Uncle Dugu, which seemed to be a letter of introduction from this Brother Feng.
Wait a minute, my name is Yu Chen! How could my name be on the letter? Last night before bed, I was playing this old game, *Jin Yong's Heroes*, which I had unearthed by chance. Could I have been transported to this time and space? But why didn't some dramatic scene unfold like a thunderbolt striking me? Thinking about it, it's understandable. Gao Yanei could be transported to the Northern Song Dynasty just by visiting a website; I'm practically his equal. I just don't know which era I'm in. Anyway, I'm back.
Thinking this, I couldn't sit still any longer. I went back to my bedroom and rummaged through it. Sure enough, I found a lot of clothes and money in the leather trunk by the window. I quickly changed into a long robe, packed the clothes and money into a bundle, and left. I couldn't stay here a minute longer!
The town outside was bustling. A small restaurant with a sign that read "Liufanglou" was standing there. It was early morning, and there weren't many customers. Looking around, there didn't seem to be any inns nearby, so I had to make do and went inside.
I remembered asking the waiter for directions in the game.
A sharp-eyed waiter immediately greeted me: "Greetings, Young Master Yu!"
I was startled: "You recognize me?" The waiter chuckled: "Young Master Yu, you're teasing me. I'm the second young master of Chunqi Hall in Jiangnan. I built a fine residence in this small town, where I hunt in autumn and winter and study in spring and summer. After all this time, how could I not recognize you?"
Chunqi Hall, Chunqi Hall. I murmured the name to myself. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I never thought I actually had a home here; it seems I still have family. Thinking of this, I felt a little dazed, almost unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. Could it be that the person living in 21st-century Nanjing, China, was just a dream I had last night? Is this current identity my true life?
I composed myself and said to the waiter, "Brother waiter, please prepare some steamed buns and cooked beef for me. I'm going on a long journey." The waiter was surprised: "Where is Young Master Yu going?" I untied my bundle as I replied, "To Yandang Mountain... How much silver do you need? I'll give it to you." The waiter smiled and said, "It's not about the money. Yandang Mountain is in southwestern Zhejiang, not far from here, and the official road is clear. Young Master Yu can easily hire a large carriage to take you there. Food and lodging along the way will be taken care of."
I thanked the waiter and, following his directions, found a carriage company at the west end of the town. The owner was extremely enthusiastic, introducing himself as a branch of Lutongzhan, the largest carriage company in Lin'an, and that there were no restrictions on Young Master Yu hiring their carriage. I muttered to myself that everyone in this town seemed to know me as I paid the fare. Only
when I paid did I realize that my identity, which I didn't know how I came to be, was actually quite wealthy. Hiring a four-horse carriage to Zhejiang, including accommodations along the way, only cost twenty thousand flying coins. It seems I'm quite wealthy in this world.
The carriage is a fine one; the newly varnished canopy gleams in the sunlight. The four horses are also rare finds in the South, majestic and spirited, running lightly and steadily. The drivers, a man in his forties, sit upright on the shafts, their whips cracking crisply.
I stretched contentedly in the carriage, the warm sunlight streaming through the windows onto my skin. What more could I ask for? The air is fresh, the pristine natural scenery delightful, and the two drivers serve me with utmost respect and courtesy. Suddenly, I even felt a longing to die in my hometown.
We've been traveling for six days now. During a rest stop along the way, I learned that it's early summer of the sixth year of the Shaoding era of Emperor Lizong of the Southern Song Dynasty, 1232 AD. Before I knew it, it was noon.
The carriage had entered Wenzhou Prefecture, only about a hundred li from Yandang Mountain. The drivers stopped the carriage at a roadside inn in a market town for a bite to eat, but I was lost in thought.
Sitting in the shop, the driver was eating steamed buns with radish strips, while I stared at the bowl of rice, the dish of pickled bean sprouts, and two salted eggs on the table, completely losing my appetite. Just as I was about to ignore it, I saw several customers walk into the shop. Looking up, I was immediately struck by two exceptionally beautiful girls! One had long, arched eyebrows, tall and aloof. The other always seemed to have a smile on her lips, and her large, round eyes were incredibly clear and bright!
Following behind her carriage were a tall, handsome young man and a lecherous old man. The young man's eyes were fixed on the tall, beautiful woman. Except for the old man, all three were carrying swords. As soon as they entered the shop, they heard the old man calling out, "Shopkeeper, four catties of beef and four catties of yellow wine!" The tall, beautiful woman snorted and turned her head away disdainfully. The cute young woman also pouted, "Second Uncle, the money my mistress gave us is limited. If you keep asking for wine and meat, we won't be able to get home." The old man chuckled apologetically, "Then give us a little less, girl. You know I can't live without wine."
At this moment, the shopkeeper, who looked like a country bumpkin, came over with an oil-stained towel draped over his arm and greeted them, "Esteemed gentlemen, it's not market day today, so our humble shop has no wine or meat. We are truly sorry." The old man became anxious, "Then where's the wine? You must find a way to get some!" In the end, four bowls of rice, a plate of green vegetables, a plate of tofu, and two salted eggs were served. The shopkeeper poured a bowl of his own homemade yellow wine for the old man, and the three children sat around the table to eat. The old man seemed to know he was annoying, squatting by the door, slowly sipping his wine with a smile.
Although the two beauties were strikingly beautiful, I didn't dare look too much. All three carried swords, and they might all be martial arts figures. If I angered that young man, I would suffer the consequences. So I could only lower my head and eat the terribly tasted food. Just as things were quiet, I heard the cute little beauty suddenly ask, "Senior sister, we're almost at Yandang Mountain. Can we get the Impermanence Pill from Old Immortal Dugu?" Hearing the name Old Immortal Dugu, I perked up my ears, afraid of missing any information. The tall beauty frowned and sighed softly, without answering. The young man replied nonchalantly, "Junior Sister, don't worry. With the reputation of my Zhongzhou Ancient Sword Sect, even the Old Immortal Dugu will give me face. As long as the Old Immortal Dugu is willing to bestow the elixir, I, Tan Dapeng, will brave water and fire for you." The tall beauty snorted and coldly said, "We'll talk after we see the Old Immortal."
I couldn't hold back any longer. If I missed this opportunity, who knew when I would be able to find the Old Man Dugu again? I stood up, took a few steps to the three of them, and bowed deeply to the ground. The cute little beauty, as expected, knew how to be considerate and immediately rose to return the courtesy. The tall, beautiful woman, however, was more reserved, remaining seated. It was only Tan Dapeng who was utterly oblivious, jumping up and grabbing his sword: "What kind of trick are you playing, kid?"
By this time, I had already crafted my story. When I looked up, my eyes were already brimming with tears: "Young heroes, my surname is Yu. My father fell ill last month, but the incompetent doctor's treatment only worsened his condition. Now he's bedridden and on the verge of death. Although I have the heart to offer him a helping hand, I am helpless. The tree desires stillness, but the wind will not cease; the child desires to care for his parents, but they are no longer there." If my father were to suffer any ill will, how could I possibly bear this hatred! Fortunately, I received guidance from a master. The Old Man Dugu of Yandang Mountain is the greatest martial artist in the world, and his elixirs are capable of bringing the dead back to life and healing even the most muscular wounds. As soon as I received the news, I rushed to Yandang Mountain without sleep or rest, but upon arriving at the foot of the mountain, I was at a loss as to where to look. Today, I overheard several young heroes discussing this, and it seems they are also searching for the Old Man Dugu. I earnestly hope you will guide me. I will repay
your kindness by serving you like a slave! After saying this, I bowed deeply again. Suddenly, I thought of my parents in the other world, and when I stood up again, my eyes were truly red. The cute little beauty was the first to have red eyes, looking at the tall, beautiful woman with a pleading expression. Tan Dapeng sat down reluctantly, but did not object. The tall, beautiful woman, however, stared at me intently, the light in her phoenix eyes almost tangible, making me feel a little uneasy. After a long pause, the beautiful woman finally nodded and said, "It's nothing anyway, so you can come with us." Overjoyed, I was about to thank her when the old man, having just finished his wine, loudly asked again, "Where's the food? I'm starving!" He sat down and began to eat, making disgusting smacking noises.
After the meal, everyone set off together. The four of them walked, and in the market town, I hired two strong mules. I helped the two beauties onto my carriage, one for Tan Dapeng and one for the old man, though Tan Dapeng's expression towards me was extremely unfriendly. Actually, it wasn't entirely because I wanted to pick up girls; the main reason was… well… I can't ride a mule… Having two beautiful women accompany me on the road is indeed a very pleasant thing. After several conversations, I learned that these three were disciples of the Zhongzhou Ancient Sword Sect, and the old man was their master's second senior brother. Their master, Shen Hanyang, the Iron Sword of Zhongzhou, had been employed by the Jin Kingdom's Xijing Prefecture a month ago to transport grain to Bianliang City along with local militia. However, they encountered a large Mongol cavalry force and several Western Region masters en route. Most of the elders of the Ancient Sword Sect who accompanied them perished in the battle, and Shen Hanyang himself was struck by a poisonous palm strike from a Western Region master, his life hanging by a thread. Hearing that the Old Immortal Dugu was a great master of the era, their master's wife, who was not a member of the martial arts world, sent them out.
The tall, beautiful woman was named Shen Qingfeng, Shen Hanyang's niece. Orphaned at a young age, she was raised by Shen Hanyang's family. Having no children of her own, Shen Hanyang raised her as his own daughter. The cute little girl was named Sun Keyi, a junior member of Shen Hanyang's wife's family. Due to her family's poverty, she also came to the Shen family to learn some martial arts. Tan Dapeng was the only unharmed young expert from the sect who had participated in the grain protection battle. As for the old man, he was quite a figure back then, known as "Sword Master" Luo Zhizhong. Since his son died tragically ten years ago, he had become increasingly confused and incompetent.
I was also quite confused; after all, I had only been in this world for seven days, so it was normal that I didn't know anything about this Shen Hanyang. My only concern was the old man Dugu, so I cautiously and indirectly began to inquire. The pretty young woman Sun Keyi was the most enthusiastic; I knew most about their affairs from her, but when it came to matters of the martial world, she was only slightly more knowledgeable than me. Shen Qingfeng, on the other hand, knew more, but she was rather quiet and reserved.
"...Miss Shen, I'm truly worried... Is the Old Immortal Dugu really as miraculous as the rumors say? If not, my father's future is truly hopeless."
"Miss Shen, I wonder what miraculous deeds the Old Immortal Dugu has accomplished? If you could tell me a thing or two, I would be eternally grateful."
"Miss Shen, how old is the Old Immortal Dugu this year?"
"Miss Shen, the Old Immortal Dugu..."
... "You're so annoying." Shen Qingfeng looked at me with a hint of mockery, her eyes clear.
Sun Keyi covered her mouth and secretly laughed, because she saw my face turn bright red, so embarrassed I didn't know where to put my hands and feet. This girl was quite self-centered and quite proud. I gritted my teeth: "But I was one of the ladies' men back in the day. If you push me too far, see how I handle you."
The carriage curtain was suddenly pulled open, and Tan Dapeng poked his head in. He glared at me fiercely before saying gruffly, "We're almost at Wenzhou Prefecture. Should we head to Yandang Mountain tonight, or stay in Wenzhou Prefecture for the night?" I glanced at the two beautiful women. They seemed hesitant to suggest staying overnight. After all, their elder was injured, and arriving at Yandang Mountain sooner would increase their chances of saving his life. However, both women were clearly travel-worn and their eyes were tired. I couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache. The two girls were only seventeen or eighteen years old, an age when, in my world, they were still at the age of being spoiled and rebellious. Yet, they carried such a heavy responsibility. Seeing Shen Qingfeng about to speak, I quickly interjected, "I'm too exhausted to continue, and I imagine the four of you are equally weary. Why don't we rest for the night in Wenzhou? It's not worth the effort of just one night, and besides, we need to feed the animals. Tomorrow morning, when it's cool, we can make the journey much easier."
Sun Keyi's eyes lit up at these words, and she was almost ready to applaud. Tan Dapeng flung the curtain aside, seemingly muttering, "Young master." Shen Qingfeng merely snorted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but she seemed to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

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