A Blood-Moving Realm has arrived in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes.

"Sure, I happen to have some questions I'd like to ask him."

Yang Guo turned to Xiaolongnu and instructed her, "Auntie, Brother Zhang and I will go up the mountain to find the old master in a little while. Take care of yourself. We may stay on the mountain for a few days. Remember to think of me soon."

Little Dragon Girl gently tiptoed and ruffled Yang Guo's hair, her eyes curving into crescents, and said, "Go, and be careful too."

The chirping of insects was crisp and clear, the leaves rustled softly, and sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, as sacred as jade threads.

Zhang Huai and Yang Guo were carrying large and small bags as they searched for Lü Zhenren in the mountains.

"Where are you, senior? We've brought you some fine wine!"

Zhang Huai shouted loudly.

"senior!"

"So noisy! It's so noisy!" Suddenly, a person jumped out from the woods. "Can't you let people rest this early in the morning? Can't you have some consideration for an old man?"

Zhang and Yang looked closely and realized that it was none other than Master Lü. However, his face seemed to be filled with anger.

Zhang Huai and Yang Guo quickly stepped forward and stood on either side of the old man. Zhang Huai said, "Oh dear, we missed you so much that we couldn't wait to see you as soon as we got back."

"That's right, senior," Yang Guo chimed in. "This time we not only brought five or six jars of fine wine, but also a lot of delicious food for you."

Master Lü glanced at the two men with their obsequious faces. Although he was secretly pleased, he still sneered, "At least you two have some filial piety. Let's go to my cave."

The two quickly followed, carrying their belongings, and soon arrived at the familiar cave.

They unloaded everything into the cave, which was already quite small, and it was completely filled.

The old man was quite unceremonious, grabbing a package wrapped in sesame paper and opening it to reveal a large piece of braised pig's head.

Before they arrived, the two had reheated the food and packed it in cotton cloth, so the pig's head meat was still fresh and steaming hot.

The old man took a big bite and smacked his lips, the grease bursting in his mouth.

Zhang Huai quickly took out a rough bowl, opened the sealed wine jar, filled it with wine, and handed it to the old man.

The old man glanced at Zhang Huai and said, "You're so stingy. Who drinks like this? Hand me the jar."

Yang Guo quickly handed over the wine jar, and the old man grabbed it, tilted his head back, and poured it into his mouth.

Soon, half a pig's head and a whole jar of wine were eaten and drunk up, and the old man let out a satisfied burp.

"Awesome! Life down in the mountains is so much better!"

"Hehe, why don't you come down the mountain with us, senior?"

Zhang Huai said jokingly.

"Don't even think about it. Don't think I don't know what you're up to."

The old man snorted coldly.

Zhang Huai didn't feel embarrassed at all; he just kept chuckling.

"Tsk, 'Heh,' my foot!"

The old man slapped Zhang Huai on the head, and even though Zhang Huai was thick-skinned, he still felt the pain.

Yang Guo was trying his best to suppress his laughter, feeling like he was about to suffer internal injuries from holding it in. He dared not make a sound, for fear of being slapped in the next slap.

"You two, how's your practice of the martial arts I taught you going these past two days?"

The old man then changed the subject.

"Senior, the 'Tai Xuan Qing Qi Jue' and 'Yang Sheng Dao Yin Shu' are a bit too profound. I still only have a superficial understanding of them. I hope you can give me some guidance."

Yang Guo bowed respectfully and said.

"Hey, it's normal that these two don't understand. It's only been a few days. You two, demonstrate the footwork to me first, and also your 'Mountain-Breaking Staff Technique'."

The old man pointed specifically at Zhang Huai and said this.

Zhang Huai immediately felt guilty and turned his head away, not daring to meet his gaze.

He didn't have Yang Guo's talent. The "Breaking Mountain Staff Technique" was relatively simple, and he had already learned about 80% of it. However, the "Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps" was too difficult. The changes corresponding to different positions and the different combinations of Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches were extremely complex.

"Okay, okay!"

The old man praised Yang Guo highly.

While Zhang Huai was pondering, Yang Guo had already completed the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps once.

The old man continued, "In just a few days, you have already mastered the form, though you haven't quite captured the spirit. But you are far beyond the average person. I think I underestimated you before. Given time, you have the opportunity to surpass Wang Chongyang and become the number one martial artist."

Yang Guo hurriedly clasped his hands in a gesture of fear and said, "Senior, you flatter me. How could I possibly possess such skill?"

"Don't be modest, kid. I've never been wrong in my hundred years of life."

Suddenly, the old man turned to look at Zhang Huai and said in an icy voice, "It's your turn..."

Zhang Huai scratched his head awkwardly, chuckling to himself.

Seeing this, the old man raised his hand to strike, "Still trying to hit me!"

As if on cue, Zhang Huai immediately covered his head and ran away, saying, "Then this junior has made a fool of himself."

After saying that, without giving the old man a chance to react, he began to demonstrate to him on his own.

Watching Zhang Huai's change in gait, the old man initially nodded in approval, but then his brows furrowed.

By the time Zhang Huai finished his demonstration, the old man's mouth had formed an "O" shape, and his eyes were glazed over.

"No, come here, tell me what you're doing?" the old man said urgently, waving his hand at Zhang Huai.

Zhang Huai cautiously approached the old man, afraid of being beaten.

As Zhang Huai approached, the old man grabbed his clothes to prevent him from dodging and kicked Zhang Huai in the buttocks.

Yang Guo stood behind the old man, silently praying for Zhang Huai: "Brother Zhang, may you have good fortune."

The old man shouted, "Look at your own performance! The first three moves were passable, but as I watched, I realized it was just a gold-plated turd. And by the end, you were even walking with your legs crossed!"

"Can't you learn something from your brother?"

The old man looked at him with a disappointed expression.

Zhang Huai was also filled with helplessness. How could he compare to a genius? Who else could become one of the Five Greats at such a young age with only one arm?

However, he still didn't dare to say it out loud.

All I could say was, "Senior, I've tried my best, but this is just too difficult."

The old man sighed and waved his hand helplessly, saying, "Forget it, you should just learn the 'Mountain-Breaking Staff Technique'."

"Okay!"

Zhang Huai wielded a black iron rod, his staff techniques displaying impressive skill. Although still somewhat rusty, they were far superior to the "Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Steps."

The old man's expression softened a bit; if they couldn't even learn this, he was really going to explode.

Actually, it's not Zhang Huai's fault. The three techniques the old man gave him were all very mysterious and difficult for ordinary people to understand.

Yang Guo was already a genius for barely mastering even one of them.

However, because the old man himself was a genius among geniuses, and with Yang Guo as a foil, Zhang Huai appeared utterly useless.

Zhang Huai was able to master a staff technique in just two or three days, which would definitely make him a genius in the martial arts world.

Even though his meridians are blocked and he cannot cultivate internal energy, if he were placed in another sect, with his learning ability and innate superhuman strength, he would surely be a pillar of the sect.

But for an old man, genius is merely the threshold to his understanding.

Zhang Huai: Since Yang was born, why was Huai born too?