I am Jinshan Youxia

"Uncle Zhang." Azhu, unable to bear it any longer, tugged at Zhang Chengyi's sleeve. "Brother Xiao seems to have woken up."

Xiao Feng was completely stunned, his eyes were starting to glaze over. If it weren't for the fact that the inner demon's instinctive repair of the body was a bit too absurd, someone with weaker strength would have had their head smashed long ago.

"Oh." Zhang Chengyi increased the speed of transmitting his power.

The transfer of power was only completed when Xiao Feng's atrophied meridians regenerated nearly three thousand units of internal energy.

Whether it's his internal strength or his physical condition which is far from fully recovered, Xiao Feng at his peak was probably the only true number one person in the world besides Zhang Chengyi.

"All done."

Zhang Chengyi released his grip, and seeing Xiao Feng raise his arm again, he immediately raised his hand to slap him.

"Uncle Zhang, it's me!"

Xiao Feng quickly said that he was very resilient and wouldn't be beaten to death, but no one liked the feeling of being brutally beaten.

Zhang Chengyi gave him a disdainful look and said, "To be honest, I prefer the unruly you with your inner demons."

"..." Xiao Feng was speechless, then said, "Uncle Zhang, I probably won't be coming out anytime soon."

Inner demons have an instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm. They are not actually turning into zombies. When the body is injured, the inner demons that integrate the body will naturally be opposed by the instincts of each part, and eventually the original consciousness will be able to take over.

It wasn't that he couldn't fight his inner demons; back then, he was unwilling to live a muddled life, and he was genuinely tired of his own existence, so he chose to live in seclusion with A'Zhu. As the world deteriorated, it's impossible for him not to regret it, but he simply didn't have the chance to start over.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have mentored Yue Fei.

“Alright, I’ll leave this to you.” Zhang Chengyi turned off the golden body and said, “Be a good king. When I come back next time, I want to see a golden age of martial arts, not a place full of dog shit.”

"Next time?" Xiao Feng paused, then said, "You're going into 'seclusion' again?"

"More or less." Zhang Chengyi said casually, tossing over the unnamed set of techniques he had developed, namely the Hidden Sword Style and the Nourishing Sword Style, before it flew out the window. He said, "I originally planned to come back and see how you guys were doing, but it's a mess, and I have to clean up your mess."

"It's almost on the right track now, and I plan to come back in a hundred years."

"Oh, right, about the palace matter, and your matter as well. It seems there's some guy causing trouble. Remember to help me catch him, and I'll personally kill him when I come back next time."

Since they already had a pretty good idea of ​​what was going on, he didn't bother using the seclusion excuse anymore.

Xiao Feng paused for a moment, watching Zhang Chengyi about to fly away, before saying, "Until we meet again." This phrase was a new one that Zhang Chengyi had uttered more than thirty years ago.

"Hey."

Zhang Chengyi floated in mid-air outside the restaurant, ignoring the gasps of passersby, looked down at Xiao Feng with a complex expression, grinned, and said:

"Until we meet again." Before the words were finished, the person transformed into a rainbow and vanished.

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After leaving Bianliang, Zhang Chengyi quickly returned to Wutai County.

Wu Yazi and Su Xinghe haven't returned yet. Speed ​​is secondary; the main issue is endurance. Too much speed leads to a large consumption of true energy. Even Wu Yazi and Shenshan, who have overcome the inner demon tribulation, cannot withstand the consumption of high-speed flight.

If you expend too much energy, it will be troublesome if you encounter an opponent, so traveling still takes time.

If in the future we can really research some kind of internal alchemy, external alchemy, or a way to accelerate the absorption of spiritual energy, or even greatly improve our control over spiritual energy, then maybe we will be able to fly for a long time.

Anyway, it's probably not going to happen anytime soon.

In the current version, the amount of true qi that the human body can hold is too small.

Zhang Chengyi left a farewell letter in Zhenru's courtyard. He did not plan to participate in the first Huashan Martial Arts Tournament. Beating up children was a bit boring. He would wait another hundred years and see who prevailed then.

He hated face-to-face farewells; they always gave him a feeling that was too real, so real that he was no longer a modder, but a living, breathing person.

Before shifting the gears, he released his true energy for a full day and night, so that as more and more experts emerged in the future, the self-circulation of spiritual energy, which was barely complete, would not be broken. Looking at the rain-soaked sky and earth once again, he stood in the clouds, looked down at the animals below who were greedily absorbing the spiritual rain, and suddenly smiled.

Will animals that learn to absorb spiritual energy become a threat in the future?

These are all vegetables from his farm.

Lying down in the cave dug out from the ground, Zhang Chengyi recalled the word 'goodbye' at the end of the farewell letter he had left behind.

Before he knew it, he had returned to the world of Tianlong. He didn't do anything too recklessly, but simply visited his friends and brought more to this world.

Goodbye is no longer just a polite farewell; it's an expression of hope for the future.

Well then, see you in a hundred years.

My world.

Chapter 141 Epilogue to Tianlong

Several months later, at Leigushan.

“My father said that if he dies and his body can be found, he should be buried at Leigu Mountain.”

“My dad said that he used to be a thief who gave birth to sons without an anus, which is why he had four daughters.”

“My father said that he was able to have the opportunity to be a respectable hero in his life entirely because of Grandpa Zhang’s kindness.”

“My dad said he doesn’t have many friends, and the greatest honor of his life is meeting Kingsoft Rangers.”

The woman knelt before the tombstone, muttering to herself, while a boy whose features resembled those of Bao Qianling and Huiming knelt beside her.

Huiming stood silently at the back.

Bao Qianling is dead. She died a long time ago.

The investigation into the fire at Leigu Mountain revealed that within the Deaf and Mute Valley, Shenshan had colluded with others, while outside the valley, Xiao Yuanshan had collaborated with the Song court officials, introducing Xiao Feng's subordinates to the officials, thus causing the fire at Leigu Mountain.

When Bao Qianling got to the bottom of the matter, he was naturally silenced.

Over the years, according to Xiao Yuanshan's account, all they found was a skeleton.

"Son, you must remember this: the person who killed your grandfather was from the Xiao family, Xiao Yuanshan," the woman said, stroking the boy's head.

Standing at a distance, Xiao Feng, draped in a cloak, spoke up: "Since it was Father who killed him, then it is no different from me killing him. I will bear this blood debt."

"Fine." The woman showed no backbone whatsoever towards Bao Qianling. She pointed at the emperor who had now unified the world and said hatefully, "You, Xiao Feng, either kill our whole family now, or you will surely pay for this blood debt in the future."

The boy also looked over with angry eyes.

Huiming responded with silence.

Xiao Feng sighed softly, picked up the wine glass held by the person next to him, poured the wine lightly onto the ground, and then turned and left with a somewhat desolate air.

His father, Xiao Yuanshan, had already had his martial arts crippled, but it was impossible for him to punish or kill his father to pay with his life.

This is the world of martial arts; once you step into it, you're caught in grudges and conflicts, and you're no longer in control of your own destiny.

Su Xinghe, who was not far away, stepped forward and handed over the newly revised and expanded "Martial Arts Manual," saying, "Let's go, I'll see you off."

His gaze swept over the Imperial Guards who had stayed behind on their own initiative.

Xiao Feng may not have had the idea of ​​eliminating all the threat, but there are plenty of people willing to share the emperor's burdens, even if the emperor has not yet officially ascended the throne.

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Mount Hua.

[It's that trick again!]

Yue Fei gasped for breath, his face full of frustration as he looked at the dark golden figure on the sacred mountain in the distance.

Whether it was the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms or the Divine Distraction Finger passed down from his master, or the Seven-Probe Coiled Serpent Spear bestowed by the emperor, or even the Yue Family Scattered Hands he created himself, none of them could harm the opponent.

It's too hard, and it's disgusting.

Normal martial arts competitions are at least back and forth, but after the Arhat Golden Body Technique was pushed to a higher level by the Divine Mountain Master, the fights became characterized by each person fighting their own way.

Unfortunately, no one else had the ability to break through his defenses. Whether they were powerful figures invited to the Mount Hua martial arts competition or renowned experts like him, no one possessed the ability to break through the golden body.

Swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, hidden weapons, poisoned darts, sword energy, and attacks that can strike from a distance...

The Huashan Martial Arts Tournament, once considered the best in the world, eventually devolved into a battle between hundreds of masters and the Divine Mountain Master, the outcome of which is self-evident.

[I will definitely create a martial art specifically designed to counter hard martial arts techniques in the future.]

Feeling deeply resentful, Yue Fei secretly resolved to fight back.

The Divine Mountain Master, who had won the title of the world's number one martial arts master, remained calm. To him, the title of the world's number one master was just an empty name. If he didn't have a mission to fulfill, he would never have participated in such a meaningless martial arts competition.

Based on the speculation left behind by Zhang Chengyi, he absorbed a large amount of golden energy in a certain mine, and his Arhat Golden Body Technique has been transformed. Looking at the world, even Xiao Feng can only be at most equal to him.

Unless Su Xinghe plays that eerie tune with all his might, forcing him to break his golden body, no one can harm him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, five years from now, at this time and in this place, we will meet again."

After the Venerable Shenshan finished speaking, his dark golden skin returned to normal, and he took a step into the air and rode away on the wind.

The masters who had fallen on the mountaintop exchanged glances and then resumed their conflict.

Such a grand event should not end with just the competition to determine the best in the world.

Two, three, four, five, six may not sound very good, but the Heavenly Ranking of the All-Knowing Scholar of the Martial World only has ten people. With hundreds of people present, who would be willing to be second to anyone else?

Ninety-nine percent of those who manage to participate in the Mount Hua Martial Arts Tournament have practiced the "Heart Demon Tribulation" skipping-class technique. They can fight tooth and nail if they're ever unhappy, let alone compete for a spot on the Heavenly Ranking.

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The Venerable Shenshan of Qingliang Temple on Mount Wutai has won the title of the best in the world, and it is unshakeable.

In the same year, the Song Dynasty fell, and Xiao Feng, who had been missing for many years, reappeared in the martial world. He conquered Liangshan Marsh, unified the Central Plains, and then subjugated Jiangnan and the Northwest. Wherever his army went, all surrendered without resistance.

The capital was established in Chang'an, and the state was named Heng, which was the first year of Weining.

The word '衡' has the meanings of a scale beam, weighing, comparison, and balance. It is also the crossbar at the front of a cart shaft. It was defined by the founding emperor Xiao Feng, but its meaning is unclear.

Weining means "powerful yet peaceful".

The following year, the Jin dynasty was destroyed. Emperor Taizu of Jin and his relatives burned the city and died. Dali surrendered, and the Empress was imprisoned in Chang'an.

In the third year of the Weining era, Huang Shang, a Taoist hermit, returned from his travels around the world and presented a map to the emperor.

In the fifth year of Weining, the hermit of Shenshan retained his title as the number one in the world, while General Yue Fei, the Silver Spear, ranked second on the Heavenly Ranking.

In the sixth year of Weining, Daheng swept across the land, built the Martial Palace, worshipped the Martial Ancestor, and spread the Martial Academy throughout the world.

In the tenth year of Weining, the fleet set sail and conquered countless countries.

In the twelfth year of the Weining era, in Chang'an, the imperial city.

"Father." Xiao Feng, dressed in a dark yellow silk robe, stepped into the palace.

Xiao Yuanshan, with his gray hair and wrinkled face, sat upright at the top. When he saw his imposing son, he smiled and said, "So you've finally decided to come back to see me?"