Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

"The stone bed was as smooth as a mirror, and the edges were polished to a shine—clearly, someone had lived here for many years."

The beam of light swept across the four walls, and Lin Quan felt a jolt in his heart, followed by a sudden surge of heat.

"The Yi Jin Jing, the Duan Gu Jing, and the Xi Sui Jing? Do these three ancient martial arts manuals really exist on Earth?"

The Yi Jin Jing is divided into nine forms, the Duan Gu Jing into nine levels, and the Xi Sui Jing into nine rotations.

Thanks to the blessing of the treasure basin, he could read through those densely packed ancient traditional characters at a glance.

With his heart pounding like a drum, Lin Quan didn't have time to think and immediately began practicing cross-legged.

In both his past and present lives, he has always harbored a dream of wandering the martial arts world.

Now that we've stumbled upon a true kung fu technique that's been lost for a thousand years, how can we possibly hold back?

A dozen minutes later, the first move, "Dragon Emerging from the Abyss," was successfully executed.

"For every inch the tendons grow longer, life is extended by ten years."

Upon returning to Earth, he held his breath and assumed the same stance as before—his movements were exactly the same, without the slightest difference!

"A copy made on Earth will work just as well on Earth."

Suppressing his surging emotions, he turned and went back into the stone chamber.

After more than three hours of arduous practice, I mastered the first five forms of the Yi Jin Jing (Muscle/Tendon Changing Classic).

"My strength has increased significantly, and my body feels as if it has been freed from a thousand-pound shackle, so light that I can walk on the wind."

For the next few days, he secluded himself, shutting himself away from visitors and traveling between the two worlds day and night, spending almost all his time practicing martial arts on the replicated Earth.

"Having mastered the Nine Forms of Yi Jin Jing, it's time to advance to the Nine Levels of Bone Forging."

These three books are all signed by the Taoist Zi Ning of Tiantai, and have no connection with Shaolin.

Except for occasionally going out to exchange some cash, Lin Quan almost never leaves his home.

He didn't go to work, nor did he have a proper job.

Three old houses: one living room and two bedrooms.

Obsessed with practicing martial arts, he spends most of his day in a replica of the Earth's mountain cave.

Perhaps it was the protection of the treasure basin that made him pass through the three stages of tendon strengthening, bone strengthening, and marrow cleansing without any obstruction or blockage.

In less than thirty days, all three ancient methods were successfully mastered.

"If I punched him now, I could probably blast Tyson's punching bag to dust."

He leaped onto the precipice, his figure gliding up the cliff like a swallow.

Standing on high ground and looking around, the peaks are layered and verdant, shrouded in clouds and mist—it truly is Tiantai Mountain.

"It is rumored online that the Yi Jin Jing, Duan Gu Jing, and Xi Sui Jing were indeed copied by the Taoist Zi Ning of Tiantai."

"That stone chamber was probably his place of seclusion and meditation."

He strode down the mountain, his gaze sweeping over the cars parked quietly on the highway, his eyes gleaming.

"Earth's technology is too primitive; these vehicles simply can't operate right now."

After a moment's thought, he turned into a mobile phone store and picked up a Huawei P60.

"Full signal? Utilities (water, electricity, gas) all connected?"

I wandered aimlessly for more than two hours, the whole city was deserted and silent, and I didn't even encounter a stray cat.

"Could it be that the treasure basin only replicated humans? All other living beings and microorganisms were eliminated?"

Did it actually capture the Milky Way as well?

Shaking off distracting thoughts, he opened his browser and searched for "Phoenix bicycle".

Although titanium alloy frames are lightweight, the Yanhuang Kingdom on Earth doesn't even have such a thing.

Currently, the three major established car manufacturers in China are Forever, Phoenix, and Flying Pigeon.

Coincidentally, the other side of the world also has the old models of these three companies.

Lin Quan made up his mind: first get a bicycle, and then he can truly master the art of traversing mountains and valleys.

He casually drove off in an Audi Q7 and headed straight for the Phoenix Bicycle Factory.

On the highway, a few old cars are parked here and there, like specimens abandoned by time.

After more than ten hours, he finally arrived at the factory area.

After browsing the exhibition hall for more than half an hour, he picked out a Phoenix 28-inch motorcycle with slightly worn paint and a shiny steel frame.

"The frame is sturdy, the spokes are taut, and even the bell rings crisply!"

After transporting the old Phoenix back to his home on Earth, he casually typed in a few numbers and then drove his Audi Q7 around the city.

"The fish, shrimp, and crabs at the market stalls are still thrashing around?"

"The pork belly on the butcher's block was clearly red and white, glistening and moist, obviously freshly slaughtered!"

"With this replica of Earth backing me up, what do I lack?"

I picked up two lamb chops and a beef shank and sliced ​​them into paper-thin slices.

Lin Quan picked out two pounds of crisp and tender tripe... and then picked up a bag of rich and fragrant hot pot base before stepping back to Earth.

"Take all the packaging back to Earth and burn it, leave no trace."

He used the tongs to steadily pick up a red-hot honeycomb briquette, then turned and walked towards Yuzhu's house.

The door had barely opened twice when He Yuzhu yanked it open, grinning, "Ah Quan!"

Lin Quan greeted him with a smile, "Yuzhu, want to get a coal briquette and warm yourself up at my place?"

In the entire compound, He Yuzhu was the most loyal and straightforward. He never beat around the bush, and he was both tough and warm-hearted.

Qin Huairu took good care of her family, being a pillar of support, a dutiful daughter-in-law, and a caring mother. But when life pushed her to the brink, she often gritted her teeth and swallowed her grievances.

Yi Zhonghai is kind-hearted and gentle, Liu Haizhong is single-mindedly ambitious, and Yan Bugui is calculating his every move...

A person's goodness or badness is never etched into their bones at birth, but rather honed inch by inch by the days.

"Any good stuff today?" He Yuzhu's eyes lit up.

"I casually bought some beef and mutton," Lin Quan said casually.

He reached into the furnace, pulled out the burnt old coal, and then carefully inserted the new coal inside. The flames suddenly shot up.

Then, he led He Yuzhu and He Yushui through the narrow alley into his house.

"Brother Quan, so much meat?" He Yushui stared at the stove, her Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

She was pretty, but her figure was rather slender, which was not to Lin Quan's liking.

Qin Huairu's gentle yet resilient nature made him take a second look at her.

"Please sit down for a while." Before he finished speaking, Lin Quan had already placed the iron pot on the stove, tore open the base sauce and poured it in. After the oil melted and the aroma burst out, he poured in more than half a pot of water with a splash.

The spicy aroma mixed with the rich flavor of butter seemed to have grown legs, wafting straight into one's nose.

Having spent his entire life by the stove, He Yuzhu couldn't help but lean closer: "This flavor is amazing! How did you make it?"

"Butter base, with a few bay leaves added..." Lin Quan replied casually.

"Ah Quan, take it easy on your spending. You don't have a formal job right now, and you haven't even found a partner yet," He Yuzhu advised, frowning.

"Yuzhu, you're twenty-nine, and I'm only twenty-five." Lin Quan's words left him speechless.

The soup was boiling, and the three of them sat around it to eat, their cheeks burning from the steam.

"It smells so good, but it's so spicy it makes my tongue numb!" He Yushui said while wiping her sweat and picking up some food.

"Yuzhu, come on, let's have a drink!" Lin Quan raised his glass.

The two clinked their rough porcelain bowls, tilted their heads back and took a sip, then devoured the food—the mutton was fresh and tender, the beef was crisp and fragrant, and the tripe was crunchy and refreshing.

"Yuzhu, your cooking skills are impeccable. If you had some fresh scallions, ginger, and garlic on hand, it would be perfect." Lin Quan smacked his lips, with a hint of regret.

"Wait a moment!" He Yuzhu got up and left, returning a few minutes later with a small dish of chopped condiments.

"Where are you going?" Qin Huairu asked, peeking out of her head.

"Ah Quan is treating, I'll go back and grab some to add flavor." He said as he walked out.