I am Jinshan Youxia

However, he found it hard to accept living such a wretched life. If it weren't for hatred, he would never have survived for so many years.

Having just absorbed almost the same amount of health-preserving true energy as Zhang Chengyi, it might take three to five days to make it my own, and perhaps then I could act like a normal person again.

Most importantly, he witnessed the opponent's strength firsthand, which made revenge a possibility.

"You called me 'Your Excellency' just now, but now you call me 'Young Friend.' You really are pragmatic."

Zhang Chengyi made a comment.

Wu Yazi smiled slightly and said, "As long as you kill Ding Chunqiu, I am willing to serve you."

“Alright,” Zhang Chengyi agreed, saying, “A gentleman keeps his word.”

"A journey of a thousand miles cannot be overtaken," Wu Yazi replied with the second half of the sentence.

"The Northern Darkness Divine Art?" Zhang Chengyi asked tentatively.

"My late master left a will that the martial arts of our sect must not be passed on to outsiders." Wu Yazi's words sounded like a refusal.

But the implication was that it couldn't be spread outside, but it could be spread inside.

Too cunning.

Chapter 10 Intelligence

One month later, early in the morning, the Valley of Deafness and Muteness.

"You're already exhausted with only seven hundred units of internal energy?"

Zhang Chengyi released his grip and fully replenished his internal energy.

Wu Yazi smiled helplessly and did not answer. In the past few days, he had been fed a large amount of internal energy, which directly enabled him to cultivate the Beiming Divine Art to an unprecedented level.

The Northern Darkness True Qi harmonizes Yin and Yang, automatically protects the body, makes one immune to all poisons, and has an extremely strong amplifying effect on the body. All its effects at this moment are several times greater than before.

Originally paralyzed, he now relies entirely on his internal energy to move normally throughout his body, like a puppet in a puppet show. The only difference from before his paralysis is that he has lost sensation in his body; otherwise, he is no different, and even faster and stronger.

It's likely that there will be no sex life from now on.

Anyway, I'm over ninety years old, so it doesn't matter whether I have it or not.

Even so, according to the other party's assessment, his internal strength was only seven hundred units. Just how strong was Zhang Chengyi, who claimed to have two thousand units?

Wu Yazi was amazed. The brief time they spent together had already made him let go of his grudges. The kindness of being reborn was greater than the heavens. His half-literate and bandit-like way of speaking now seemed to him to be dashing, straightforward, and carefree. His rash rush into the Valley of Deafness and Muteness was a sign of a bodhisattva's heart and eagerness to save people. His ordinary appearance was a sign of his hidden talent. Even his picky eating was a sign of good taste.

In short, in his eyes, his savior was good in every way; the only problem was that he didn't want to be his junior brother.

He was helpless too.

"What are you looking at?"

Zhang Chengyi felt that the old man's eyes were becoming more and more kind, which gave him goosebumps all over his body.

"Uncle Zhang, Uncle Zhang." Su Xinghe's loud voice rang out from outside the door, and he got closer and closer.

"Come in, come in," Zhang Chengyi called out, quietly taking half a step back. In the past two days, he had felt that Wu Yazi's gaze towards him was becoming increasingly strange. Could this old man have taken a fancy to his handsome appearance?

Upon hearing this, Su Xinghe pushed open the door and entered. He bowed first to Zhang Chengyi, then to Wuyazi, and after some hesitation, he finally spoke: "The Funiu Sect leader, Ke Baisui, died some time ago from his signature Hundred Victory Soft Whip. Master Xuanbei of Shaolin was recently killed by the Great Vajra Pestle at Shenjie Temple in Luliang Prefecture. The Qingcheng Sect leader, Sima Wei, died in Baidi City, Sichuan, after having his brain pierced by the Moon-Breaking Cone. The Beggar Clan..."

He recounted the deaths of more than a dozen renowned martial arts masters, and then said, "Now, people in the martial arts world are moving in droves to find Murong of Gusu."

It's not necessarily all about seeking revenge; some are taking advantage of the chaos, while others are opportunists. The Huanshi Water Pavilion of the Murong family in Gusu is truly captivating.

As Zhang Chengyi listened, he felt he had pretty much locked onto the timeline.

He remembered that Duan Yu arrived in Suzhou in March, and it was only mid-February now. Calculating it, the plot of Tianlong should not have reached the Wanjie Valley part yet. There was still more than a month before the heroes gathered at Canhe Manor, and the time gap between Duan Yu and Xingzilin discussing their life was even more than two months.

Then there's no rush, we can just take our time.

The main reason was that he didn't want to stay in the Valley of the Deaf and Mute any longer. There wasn't even anyone he could talk to properly, and everyone treated him with utmost respect, which was meaningless.

Wu Yazi noticed Zhang Chengyi's intention to leave and said, "Young friend, I'm going to settle some personal matters."

As he spoke, a complex expression appeared on his handsome middle-aged face. Ding Chunqiu and Li Qiushui, one a wicked disciple and the other a wicked disciple who tried to kill his former lover.

In the novel, he also tells Xuzhu that he can ask Li Qiushui for help, but that doesn't mean he can let go of his grudges and entanglements.

Now possessing power several times greater than before, he is eager to sever his ties to the mortal world.

"At the latest, in the golden autumn season, I will return to this Valley of Deafness and Muteness, awaiting your command, young friend." He spoke and acted with great humility.

Zhang Chengyi was caught off guard. "Huh? You're in such a hurry to leave?"

"There's no time like the present. Now that everything is ready, it's time to set off." Wu Yazi cupped his hands and said, "Young friend, I entrust Xinghe to you."

"Goodbye." With that, he left gracefully.

They have so many clever little phrases.

Zhang Chengyi muttered to himself, glanced at Su Xinghe who was looking at him expectantly, opened his palms in a gesture of refusal, and said, "Don't look at me, I'm also preparing to head south."

“Yes, I’ll leave this afternoon,” he added.

Su Xinghe knelt down with a thud, kowtowing three times, and said, "I hope that Master Zhang can give this old servant a chance to serve you."

This old man was able to stay by his master's side for thirty years, pretending to be deaf and dumb for thirty years. Even when he was about to be killed by Ding Chunqiu in the novel, all he could think about was that his master might not escape the murderous hand. His filial piety was rare in the world.

A month ago, upon learning that Zhang Chengyi had given his master a second chance at life, and that he himself had attacked his benefactor, he attempted suicide on the spot.

Overwhelmed with emotion after being rescued, Wu Yazi made the decision for him to sell himself into slavery, willingly serving his benefactor like a beast of burden.

Zhang Chengyi really couldn't refuse at the time. Could he just watch someone commit suicide? After being coaxed by Wu Yazi for a few words, he ended up with a servant in a daze.

It's quite absurd: a hunter with nothing to his name has a servant who is a famous deaf-mute old man.

The most troublesome ones are not Su Xinghe, but his eight disciples.

The Eight Friends of Hangu Pass are exactly like their master. After receiving a letter from their master a few days ago, they all ran back to the Valley of the Deaf and Mute. Logically speaking, they are all experts in miscellaneous studies and should have some backbone.

But the concept of filial piety has indoctrinated them, and upon hearing that their master has become someone else's servant, they rush to serve Zhang Chengyi with all their might.

Seeing that he was getting annoyed, Wu Yazi told the Eight Friends of Hangu to leave the Valley of the Deaf and Mute. As a result, the eight of them lived together in the bamboo forest outside. The sixth brother, Feng Asan, was a skilled craftsman and finished building the house in a few days. The eight of them played by themselves in the bamboo forest and occasionally came to visit their master, patriarch, and benefactor.

Despite being in the middle of nowhere, they were enjoying themselves immensely.

If Zhang Chengyi were to walk alone, the cliffs and precipices would be as flat as flat ground, and no one could chase after him, not even Wu Yazi. But if he were to take Su Xinghe with him, there would probably be eight more followers around.

"Master Zhang's martial arts are unparalleled, but there are always some unsavory things in the world that need to be dealt with. Please give this old servant a chance to serve you wine and boots."

Seeing that he didn't react, Su Xinghe begged and kowtowed a few more times.

Although there was no cement or asphalt on the ground, it was still compacted earth. Kneeling on the ground so firmly, blood was drawn in just a few blows.

"Why are you so stubborn, old man?" Zhang Chengyi sighed. "Alright, alright, you can come along then. I'm not in a hurry anyway. Let's take a carriage to Jiangnan."

"Let's go to Suzhou and join in the fun."

Anyway, he's the one who enjoys having multiple servants. Even though he feels awkward about it, accepting this fact is strangely satisfying.

"Yes." Su Xinghe got up from the ground and said respectfully, "This old servant will go and prepare."

Chapter 11 Out of the Valley

"Is this outfit a little inappropriate for me?"

Zhang Chengyi looked down at his silk robe and the various jingling ornaments on his body.

He didn't even need to look in the bronze mirror to know that he looked absolutely out of place.

This body, being a former hunter, has rather dark skin, exposed to sun and rain, making him a rough and rugged man. As for his appearance, he has a somewhat heroic air, but he can't be called handsome. It's just that some rich women like this kind of guy.

He doesn't fit the image of a scholar, literati, or young master at all. Coupled with the carefree aura of a time traveler, his first impression is that of a bandit.

The bold and unruly spirit of "I am the second oldest in the world".

It's certainly not unpleasant, but it's completely unsuitable for this kind of luxurious-looking silk gown.

Moreover, his hair in the middle is not thick. He is over forty years old. His hair loss problem was better when he was young, but as he got older, even if he had internal strength, his hair did not grow back much after he lost it. Now he relies on his long hair to cover it up. If he cuts it, you can see that the hair in the middle is slightly sparse.

Her temperament and appearance are completely mismatched, yet she insists on wearing this outfit. Isn't it just a ridiculous imitation that makes people laugh?

Sigh, this body is definitely not suited to be a dashing young master. If it were me in my past life, I would definitely be incredibly handsome in this robe.

Su Xinghe lowered his head, not daring to comment on his master.

Zhang Chengyi quickly changed his clothes, tossing aside all his jade pendants, bracelets, beads, fans, and other trinkets. He then chose a crane-feather cloak from the clothes provided by the Deaf-Mute Sect. It was a straight-collared blouse with wide sleeves and slits on both sides, with a cross-collar undershirt underneath.

Anyway, he has unparalleled internal strength, so he is immune to heat and cold. It doesn't matter what he wears, as long as he looks handsome.

"Not bad, not bad."

Zhang Chengyi looked at himself in the bronze mirror and was quite satisfied. It was just that he was a bit too muscular. The cloak should have been loose and made him look ethereal, but it looked just right now, making the crane cloak look like an ordinary overcoat.

But who can blame them when this thing is both expensive and good?

"Let's go, let's set off." He walked over excitedly and stepped onto the bamboo sedan chair.

This bamboo sedan chair is made of two bamboo poles with a rope net in the middle for people to ride in. It is carried by members of the Deaf-Mute Sect. Because these deaf-mute people run up and down the mountain all day long, they can walk on flat ground even in the steepest places and will not be startled by sudden noises, so they carry the sedan chair very steadily.

Su Xinghe hesitated, realizing that while his master's attire was quite dashing and stylish, his walk exuded a bandit-like aura.

Forget it.

He didn't get into the sedan chair, but followed beside him. Soon they arrived at the foot of Leigu Mountain, where a carriage was already prepared. Watching Zhang Chengyi leap onto the carriage like a monkey, he pretended not to see it and got in as well. He communicated with the members of the Deaf and Mute Sect using sign language, instructing them to keep an eye on Tianlongdiya Valley. He then raised his voice slightly and said, "Uncle Zhang, please sit down."

"Giddy up!" He flicked the reins, and the carriage headed south along the mountain road with a clattering sound.

Before long, the Eight Friends of Hangu emerged furtively from the forest, each leading a horse. After mounting their horses, they followed at a leisurely pace.

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Several days later, in a small town, at dusk.

"Uncle Zhang, there's an inn here that's famous for miles around. Their signature dish, 'Mountain Family Three Crisps,' is exceptionally well-made, using tender bamboo shoots, small mushrooms, and pea shoots as the main ingredients..."

As Su Xinghe drove the carriage slowly, accompanied by the gentle sound of horses' hooves, he described the food at the restaurant they were going to.

Since he noticed that his master was getting tired and bored with the journey, he changed the route, racking his brains to tell interesting stories and take him to some delicious and fun places.

Despite having stayed by his master's side for thirty years, he never stopped gathering intelligence. He was an absolute polymath in miscellaneous studies, inheriting all of Wu Yazi's talents in this field. Apart from being too stubborn, he did well in every aspect.

Their ability to take care of people is second to none.

Zhang Chengyi listened attentively, his mouth watering slightly. His true form was outside the world, and he hadn't had a decent meal in ages. It was quite nice to experience it through the body he had logged into.