Starting with The Eagle Shooting Heroes: I gain a year's worth of skill every day.

The Seven Eccentrics of Jiangnan.

Shen Mo didn't even lift his eyelids, but he already understood.

The story of Shooting the Condor Heroes begins at Zuixianlou Restaurant in Jiaxing, where an eighteen-year promise was made.

In his eyes, these figures who would one day stir up the winds of change in the martial arts world were no different from the ordinary people on the street outside his window.

He picked up the teacup, his fingertips warm and smooth, his movements devoid of any hint of worldly concern.

The surrounding noise and the strange people at the next table were all kept out by an invisible barrier.

Li Mochou had no interest in these江湖草莽 (jianghu caomang, meaning outlaws and ruffians) people; she was focused on a plate of osmanthus cakes, her cheeks bulging like a hamster stealing food.

Suddenly, an argument broke the noise in the restaurant.

"You can't leave! Your parents' memorial tablets are right here!"

A deep, stubborn voice rang out, strong but lacking in conviction.

Shen Mo's gaze finally lifted from the steaming teacup and landed on the stairwell.

Yang Kang, the young master in brocade robes.

A robust young man, Guo Jing.

The story begins.

Yang Kang's face was full of deep-seated arrogance, and he forcefully flicked his sleeve.

"Who do you think you are? Get out of my way!"

Guo Jing, however, gripped his arm tightly, his neck stiff as a stubborn ox.

"They are your biological parents! How could you recognize a thief as your father!"

"shut up!"

Yang Kang's expression changed drastically, and he pointed his fingers like hooks, aiming straight for Guo Jing's throat.

The moves were ruthless, but they lacked the balance and harmony of Quanzhen martial arts, thus falling into a lower category.

Shen Mo made his own assessment.

Guo Jing dodged to the side, but still held on to his hand.

"I won't fight you, you'd better go and kowtow!"

"court death!"

The two immediately started fighting in the lobby.

The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan at the next table couldn't sit still any longer.

"Bang!"

The blind old man Ke Zhen'e slammed his iron staff heavily on the ground, causing the bluestone floor to crack like a spider web.

"To recognize a thief as one's father is worse than that of pigs and dogs!"

His voice was booming, but his inner strength was scattered and not concentrated, wasting his energy.

Shen Mo's gaze swept over the seven people, and he shook his head inwardly once again.

The foundation is murky, and the upper limit is dead.

What follows is the pointless argument and shouting from the original work.

Yang Kang's arrogance and the Seven Freaks' anger were nothing more than a farce in Shen Mo's eyes.

Soon, the two sides agreed to take action outside the building.

The onlookers dispersed in a flurry, crowding the open space outside and making it impossible to pass through.

The entire second floor of Zuixianlou was instantly left with only Shen Mo and Li Mochou.

"Master, are they going to fight?"

Li Mochou stopped eating and looked out the window with her big, dark eyes.

After spending the past two weeks together, Shen Mo finally accepted Li Mochou as his master and taught her Quanzhen martial arts, but he refused to acknowledge her as his master. Li Mochou, however, ignored him and continued to call him that.

After refusing several times, Shen Mo finally let her go.

Shen Mo did not answer. His gaze passed through the crowd and landed on the two people facing off in the middle of the field.

"For the sake of our fathers' friendship, I'll give you three moves!"

Yang Kang stood with his hands behind his back, displaying the air of a grandmaster.

Unfortunately, it is all show and no substance.

Shen Mo saw it clearly.

Yang Kang's martial arts style is based on the Quanzhen Sect, but it is mixed with some kind of sinister claw technique, which is probably the Nine Yin White Bone Claw.

Unfortunately, he only learned the basic form of Quanzhen martial arts, without mastering the "true" aspects.

His internal strength is weak and his foundation is unstable; he relies entirely on his exquisite moves to maintain his appearance.

It's like a palace built of sand and earth, which would crumble in the wind.

Guo Jing, on the other hand, was the complete opposite.

The moves were crude and disorganized, like seven or eight unrelated martial arts styles forcibly stitched together.

But his lower body was frighteningly stable, and his internal strength was astonishingly solid.

More importantly, he was single-minded, putting all his strength into every move without holding back, which aligns with the principle of simplicity in martial arts.

This is a piece of unpolished jade.

Simple, yet indestructible.

In Shen Mo's eyes, the outcome of this competition was never in doubt.

Sure enough, after dozens of moves, Yang Kang seemed to have the upper hand, but in reality, he couldn't even break through Guo Jing's defense.

His anxiety was almost palpable on his face.

"waste!"

With a furious curse, Yang Kang suddenly changed his moves, delivering a groin kick straight for Guo Jing's lower body!

Their methods have become increasingly despicable.

Guo Jing retreated hastily.

Yang Kang lunged forward, his hands transforming into claws, and with a fierce whoosh, he grabbed at Guo Jing's shoulders!

If that claw lands firmly, the shoulder bone will shatter!

Just as the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan were filled with shock and anger, and Ke Zhen'e was about to make his move!

A clear Taoist name, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, suddenly exploded!

May you enjoy boundless longevity and happiness!

Before the words had even faded, a green shadow descended from the sky, carrying an overwhelming and domineering aura, and slammed down between Guo Jing and Yang Kang!

boom!

The ground exploded, and smoke and dust billowed into the sky.

The newcomer simply flicked his sleeve, and the gust of wind sent both of them flying.

As the smoke and dust cleared, a Taoist priest in a green robe appeared, holding a whisk, with a long beard flowing and a chilling aura between his brows.

The Quanzhen School, named after Qiu Chuji, also known as "Changchunzi".

"You wicked disciple!"

Qiu Chuji's sharp eyes were like lightning as he stared intently at Yang Kang.

Yang Kang was terrified by his gaze and lowered his head.

"Master...Master..."

Qiu Chuji snorted coldly, turned to look at the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, his voice as cold and hard as iron.

"The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, how have you been? It seems it's none of your business to discipline my unruly disciple, is it?"

The two sides had a long-standing grudge, and tensions instantly escalated.

Qiu Chuji stopped talking nonsense and suddenly flicked his long sleeves!

call--!

A powerful and unparalleled internal force surged out, transforming into a visible wave of energy that swept across all directions!

The onlookers were blown about, swaying back and forth, exclaiming in surprise.

The Seven Heroes of Jiangnan all paled, straining their internal energy to barely maintain their footing, their faces flushed.

Qiu Chuji's internal strength is far more refined than it was eighteen years ago!

He's trying to establish his authority!

By the second-floor window, Shen Mo sensed the familiar yet sharp and powerful Quanzhen internal energy, his eyes flickering slightly.

With over forty years of refined internal energy, how sharp is Shen Mo's insight?!

He could tell that his senior brother had plenty of domineering internal strength, but lacked tact and diplomacy.

In the original work, it was only "first-rate".

In the arena, Qiu Chuji, with his sheer power, overwhelmed the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, leaving them breathless.

He was about to speak again, intending to completely crush the other party with words and momentum.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat.

wrong!

In his perception of Qi, an absolute stillness appeared.

His own internal energy surged through the entire Drunken Immortal Pavilion, overturning tables and chairs and rattling the roof tiles.

Only the corner by the window on the second floor remained untouched by wind and dust.

Qiu Chuji's gaze suddenly turned to that direction!

He saw it.

A young Taoist priest, also dressed in a Quanzhen Taoist robe.

He sat calmly, holding a cup of still-steaming tea in his hand.

Before him, his internal energy raged as if it had crashed into an invisible barrier, easily separated, not even a corner of his clothes could be stirred.

Qiu Chuji was taken aback at first.

This Taoist robe... belongs to the Quanzhen School!

This young man... looks so familiar!

This unfathomable, profound, and majestic aura...

and many more!

In that instant, the murderous aura, anger, and arrogance on Qiu Chuji's face were completely washed away.

Instead, there was astonishment, and at the same time, disbelief and blankness, which finally turned into unparalleled ecstasy!

He didn't even bother to care about the Seven Heroes of Jiangnan, and he also forgot about that good-for-nothing disciple.

The next second, a shout filled with immense joy and trembling echoed throughout the entire Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

"Junior brother?!"