Chapter 144 Mountains, Rivers, Sun, and Moon
Chapter 144 Mountains, Rivers, Sun, and Moon
Wang Sumo had no doubt that this was something the old man could have done when he was young.
They didn't even use polite refusal; they refused outright and even took the opportunity to insult the old fish-eating veteran.
The old fish-eating veteran meant well, but his kindness was misunderstood.
The old man was really stubborn back then!
But if it weren't for this stubbornness, he wouldn't have stayed with Master He for three days and three nights, fighting to the death, which led to the later famous Longevity Gentleman Sword, a sword that could pierce the clouds.
Everything has its counterpart, and it was precisely because of the old man's stubbornness that the fish-eating elders were attracted to join him.
Although she didn't know what this fishing energy was.
But the fact that this senior could conceal this method of internal energy cultivation while fishing, and allow the old man, whose martial arts foundation wasn't very solid, to learn it without him even realizing it, shows that this senior fish-eating expert must be no ordinary person...
However, the old man's mouth has always been like this since he was young.
"And then what happened?" Wang Sumo wondered.
They even used the word "get lost." The old man who eats fish was inexplicably scolded, and he really couldn't save face without some excuse.
Although the old man is a bit stubborn, he's not the arrogant type who expects the whole world to revolve around him.
Moreover, the old man is actually quite perceptive...
Sure enough, the old man continued—
Later, I realized that the fish-eating senior might have been genuinely angry.
Because I haven't seen him since that night.
The oxcart was still there, and the driver said he hadn't seen him. I waited for two days. Although I was a little sad, I accepted reality. It seems that the fish-eating senior left without saying goodbye.
He saved my life and has taken care of me for so long.
He kept healing my wounds and even taught me his unique fishing technique. He even managed to get this oxcart despite the surrounding area being under lockdown.
If you don't want to learn, then don't learn. Why be so direct in your refusal?
If it were someone else, they might have abandoned this burden halfway through the journey.
He kept me company on the oxcart, talking to me the whole time and even gave me his dried fish...
The more I thought about it, the more guilty I felt.
Although He Wenxue said I was suited to join the Kunlun Sect and learn the Kunlun Palm technique, and I wanted to go, compared to the Kunlun Sect and the Kunlun Palm, I suddenly realized something: I really wanted to find fish to eat...
I wonder what level his fishing technique is at...
I still have a ten-year agreement with He Wenxue. I lost to him last time, and afterwards I made up my mind to go to Kunlun Sect to learn martial arts.
However, they encountered Ruan Niang, who had become separated from her family in a landslide and mudslide along the way. The surrounding area was desolate and wild, teeming with ferocious beasts, and they were still some distance from the capital.
If we don't send her home, she'll probably become food for wild animals in the mountains before her family even finds her.
And so, with the capital in the east and Kunlun in the west, I escorted Ruan Niang back to the capital, heading in the opposite direction...
Perhaps this is what they call destiny, that I was destined not to go to Kunlun.
But I met Ruan Niang and Weng He, so the trip was worthwhile.
Moreover, if I hadn't come to Kyoto, I wouldn't have met the fish-eating senior...
I suddenly realized that meeting them was more important than going to Kunlun.
Fishing Qi is fine, I haven't learned any internal energy cultivation methods before, so I'm just going to start flailing around.
Didn't He Wenxue say that as long as you're diligent enough, you can fish for true qi if you want? Who told me to unfollow!
With my incredible skill, who knows, maybe one day I can even make my previously unknown fishing technique famous throughout the martial arts world?
Let's become disciples then!
I closed my eyes and began to circulate my inner energy, following the fishing technique he had taught me.
He Wenxue said that you should practice your internal energy cultivation method as many times as you can each day. The better your martial arts and your internal energy cultivation method are integrated, the more advanced your martial arts will be!
That night, for the first time, I circulated my internal energy repeatedly throughout the entire night.
One begins and another ends, and then another begins.
For the first time, I truly understood what He Wenxue meant when she said that internal energy carries your aura through your body in a continuous cycle.
That feeling was wonderful.
It's exhausting, each round more tiring than the last; but when the internal energy completes a full cycle within your body, this exhaustion seems to transform into a sedimentation, becoming more solid and robust with each round.
Even after running it countless times, you can feel the meridians passing through every corner of your body, and the internal energy spreading out in an orderly manner within your body.
You can control its direction, its power, and how it nourishes and moisturizes your entire body's meridians.
I have never felt anything like that before; it was an unprecedented sense of clarity, groundedness, strength, and boundless energy.
Without thinking much at the time, I simply cast forward, cast backward, pulled the rod, reeled in the line, concentrated my mind, and focused all my inner strength into one spot in my palm, naturally retreating forward.
At that time, the window swayed as if in a gentle breeze, leaving traces when the wind passed and leaving traces after the wind was gone.
I clearly saw it then. I got off the bed and walked to the window, and the window was indeed intact, as if nothing had happened.
I even wondered if what I had seen before was a hallucination during meditation.
But I still reached out and gently tapped the corner of the window. In that instant, the entire window seemed to be struck by a heavy object and then pressed down, turning into a pile of dust.
Powder?
Wang Sumo exclaimed in surprise, "This is..."
A guess suddenly popped into Wang Sumo's mind: "...Kunlun Palm?"
Although Wang Sumo finished speaking, she was still shocked.
If she was like that, one can imagine how young the old man must have been back then.
The old man nodded, his eyes filled with complex emotions: "Yes, that is the Kunlun Palm..."
Kunlun Palm has five forms.
The five forms of Kunlun Palm are progressively stronger. The power generated by each layer of palm force is twice that of the previous layer, and the fifth layer is ten times that of the fourth layer.
Each layer requires a corresponding amount of immense internal energy to support its execution.
Otherwise, the palm strike will be ineffective and may even damage one's own meridians.
I was completely unaware of these things at the time. When I saw the window in front of me, including the window frame, turn to dust in an instant, I froze.
Having been in the martial arts world for several years now, I know what this palm strike means.
Good heavens!
I think I've learned something really amazing.
It seems that the senior fish-eater taught me a very powerful martial art.
The oxcart driver heard the commotion and rushed over to check. He was immediately shocked and asked what had happened, if I was hurt. Oh dear, how could this happen so soon after Master Yu left! He even told me to take good care of you, how did the window get like this?!
It's good that you're not hurt!
I gleaned something from his words.
Compared to that pile of dust, I was more curious about the Master Yu he mentioned. Sure enough, under coercion and enticement, my master told me that Old Yu said he was going out for two days and asked me to take good care of me, but not to tell him about this.
After Lao Yu took the money, he naturally did the work for him, and that's how I found out that Lao Yu hadn't left.
"So, Senior Fish Eater's surname is really Yu?" Wang Sumo was stunned.
Old Master Qu: "..."
The old man said, "He's just too lazy to think. I'm used to calling him 'Senior Fish Eater,' and when my master asked him if his surname was 'Yu,' he said yes without thinking, and that's how he became 'Hero Yu'..."
Wang Sumo couldn't help but laugh: "Why do I feel that Senior Fish Eater and you, Grandpa, are quite a good match?"
Wang Sumo sighed, "No wonder they're master and disciple..."
The old man smiled, but his eyes were slightly red.
After so many years, the person in my mind began to come alive again, little by little, as if he were right in front of me.
For a long time after the Kunlun Sect left, he dared not recall it.
Fearing that the utter despair would wash over him again when his master died, he became like a walking corpse, repeatedly trying to break open the heavy iron gate on Mount Kunlun with his Kunlun Palm technique...
Like a brand, it sealed away the person he least wanted to remember, yet missed most.
He never imagined that one day he would be able to talk about these things in front of the girl...
What he thought would be difficult to bring up turned out to be not so difficult after all.
He really missed him, the one who talked to him on the oxcart and let him fish by the lake for three months. It turns out that unlocking memories isn't so difficult.
It turns out that recalling people from your memories can be painful, but it also brings nostalgia, reluctance to let go, and gratitude...
Wang Sumo looked at him and said softly, "Grandpa, how about... we don't say anything more?"
But the old man shook his head; he was fine.
He was better than ever; he had many things hidden deep in his memory that he wanted to bring back into the light.
The old man's voice trembled slightly: "It's been over thirty years. I really miss my master, but I've never had the chance to go back to the place where he was buried to pay my respects. Over thirty years, I've gone from a young man in his early twenties to an old man with white hair and half his body buried in the ground, and I've never been back to the place where he spent his last moments to see him!"
“Grandpa…” Wang Sumo said worriedly.
"For the past thirty years, I haven't dared to use the Kunlun Palm, haven't dared to return to Kunlun Mountain, haven't dared to recall what happened before," the old man choked up, "I don't know how to face him..."
Wang Sumo suddenly said, "Grandpa, let's go to Kunlun."
Her voice was very soft, like a feather gently falling into my heart.
Take the old man to see her.
Wang Sumo took a deep breath and said firmly and gently, "Once we find the Kunlun Ring this time, we will take it with us and openly return to Kunlun Mountain to pay our respects to the old man."
The old man was stunned.
Wang Sumo turned to look at him, her smile as warm as a ray of sunshine in winter.
“We’ll go with you, in our car, to tell the old fish-eating master that you’ve been fishing every day and you’ve never forgotten him. But everyone has their own difficulties and their own burdens to carry.”
"Once we find the Kunlun thumb ring, we will return it to him during the ceremony."
“The mountains are high and the roads are long. He accompanied you on a long enough oxcart ride and helped you through the most difficult part. So let us devoutly walk a long enough road, bring him his favorite dried fish, and go back to see him.”
"Let him see your Cloud-Piercing Mountain-Splitting Skill, surpassing even your master; let him see that his fishing technique has never been lost; and let him see that even without him, you carry his shadow, traversing mountains, lakes, and the four seas..."
Mountains, rivers, sun, and moon have never gone far.
[Author's Note]
There's a red envelope in this chapter too, see you tomorrow!
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