Xingyi Liuhe, Old Feelings Arrive

The next morning.

Beside the Great Cang River outside the city, in the Mulberry Forest.

Before the sky had even brightened, Huang Qianjun was already waiting there.

Only when daybreak was about to arrive did a lean, tall figure stroll over leisurely from the distance.

His green robe was like jade, his bearing detached from dust and smoke.

It was Su Yi.

"Brother Su!"

Huang Qianjun immediately broke into a smile and hurried up to meet him.

In his hand, he was also carrying an exquisite Pear Blossom Wood Food Box and a pot of warmed old wine.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? This is bone broth and breakfast I had my family's cook prepare, and this pot of wine is a thirty-year-old vintage from my father's cellar."

Huang Qianjun said it with a beaming smile.

Su Yi was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Set these aside for now. It won't be too late to enjoy them after I finish cultivating."

As he spoke, he had already walked into the Mulberry Forest and begun practicing the Pine Crane Body Forging Art by himself.

Huang Qianjun waited not far away.

With his eyes, he could only tell that the cultivation method Su Yi practiced was extremely extraordinary, but he could not comprehend its mysteries at all.

Thus, he seemed very calm, nothing like how shocked Xiao Tianque and Zi Jin had been when they saw this scene back then.

By the time Su Yi finished cultivating, an hour had already passed.

Huang Qianjun hurriedly opened the food box, took out the bone broth and breakfast inside, set them on the surface of a stone in the forest, then opened that pot of old wine and began pouring.

Su Yi did not stand on ceremony either. He casually sat down at one side of the boulder and, while lifting his chopsticks to eat, said, "Do you know why I had you wait here today?"

Huang Qianjun shook his head and said, "I thought about it too, but I couldn't figure out why."

"In half a month, the Dragon Gate Banquet will begin. Since you're now doing things at my side, naturally, I can't let you perform too poorly when you attend the Dragon Gate Banquet."

Su Yi drank a mouthful of wine, narrowed his eyes, and savored it for a moment. He couldn't help nodding inwardly. The flavor of this aged old wine was indeed far from ordinary.

But Huang Qianjun suddenly grew excited, so much so that he was almost incoherent. His voice trembled as he said, "Brother Su... Brother Su, are you planning to guide me in my cultivation?"

"You could say that."

Su Yi tried the bone broth in the earthen jar as well. Its flavor was unexpectedly incomparably delicious, and it had clearly been supplemented with quite a few precious medicinal herbs, making it extremely beneficial to a martial artist's cultivation.

"This... this..."

Huang Qianjun felt as if a meat pie had fallen from the sky and struck him, leaving his head dizzy and muddled.

He had considered all kinds of possibilities last night, yet only this had never occurred to him: Su Yi actually wanted to guide his cultivation!!

"Don't just stand there gawking. Go practice the martial art you're best at once."

Su Yi casually pointed to an open space not far away.

Huang Qianjun hurriedly agreed and went to that open space at once.

He took a deep breath and stood silently, motionless. Only after his mind and spirit had settled did he finally move.

Whoosh!

His figure was vigorous as he swung his fists and attacked, his movements broad and open, powerful and forceful.

This was the ultimate art of their Huang Family, the "Form and Will Six Harmonies Fist."

Su Yi watched as he ate and drank.

Gradually, he could no longer eat, nor could he drink.

His brows also creased bit by bit.

By the time Huang Qianjun had finished practicing the entire "Form and Will Six Harmonies Fist," Su Yi pressed a hand to his forehead and felt a headache coming on.

"Brother Su, I'm done."

Drenched in sweat, Huang Qianjun walked over in high spirits.

"Your Martial Dao foundation barely passes muster, but your martial attainment is too poor. No, it's a complete mess."

Su Yi sighed softly. Watching Huang Qianjun perform his martial art just now had made him feel almost unable to bear the sight, and even the food he had eaten no longer tasted good.

Huang Qianjun's expression froze. The blow left him at a loss, and only after a long while did he say in shame, "Brother Su, I'll work hard to correct it!"

Only, in his heart, he still had some doubts. Though his cultivation was currently only at the Flesh Refining level, according to his father, his Martial Dao foundation had been tempered to an extremely solid degree, and his grasp of Form and Will Six Harmonies Fist had also reached a certain level of mastery. It was far from being as unbearable as Su Yi had said...

However, Huang Qianjun was very tactful and did not argue.

But Su Yi simply stood, went to that open space, and said, "What is Form and Will? Form and will in one!"

"Form and Will Six Harmonies Fist is the union of heart and will, will and qi, qi and strength, shoulder and hip, elbow and knee, hand and foot. Once unleashed, it arrives instantly; an inch is taken first."

As he spoke, Su Yi's figure suddenly moved. What he performed was precisely the Huang Family's ultimate art, the "Form and Will Six Harmonies Fist."

When he threw his punches, they twisted, wrapped, drilled, and overturned, fitting closely with his footwork. His entire body, from head to toe, was like a rope being twisted, and his momentum turned as majestic as a mountain, tyrannical and forceful.

And when shifting and darting, each step was like a plow cutting forward, each landing foot like roots taking hold!

His figure was firm without being stiff, supple without being weak, his force unfolding with deep, solid weight.

Huang Qianjun's pupils suddenly contracted, his mind trembling. This...

"Remember, the core of this fist art lies in the four words 'form and will as one.' With that, feint and solid give birth to each other, hardness and softness work in harmony, and movement and stillness suit each other."

"Every punch is like raising the Divine Hammer to beat the Heavenly Drum. Once its momentum erupts, it must shake heaven and earth, jolt the soul, and seize the spirit!"

From afar, one could see that when Su Yi punched, his strength was like lifting mountains to shake the gates of heaven, and also like a giant god hammering the Heavenly Drum.

That domineering aura shocked Huang Qianjun until his mind trembled, his breath caught, all the skin across his body tightened, and his hairs stood on end.

He was only watching from a distance, yet the aura seized the heart!

"This... this is my Huang Family's Form and Will Six Harmonies Fist?"

Huang Qianjun was shaken, so startled he almost bit his tongue, his gaze drifting.

Even when his father practiced this fist art, it was nowhere near as domineering and earth-shaking as this!

After a long while.

Su Yi ended his practice, calm and composed.

"Did you understand?" he asked.

Huang Qianjun stood blankly for a moment, then said awkwardly, "Brother Su, I... understood some of it, but I still can't grasp the essence within..."

His voice grew smaller and smaller, and his head lowered too.

Just now, he had only been busy being shocked. How could he possibly have seriously comprehended the marvels within?

"This boy can't even compare to Qing Wan, that lowest-grade Yin Soul..."

Su Yi shook his head inwardly.

After thinking for a moment, he broke off a length of mulberry branch and began writing on the sandy ground.

A moment later, he casually threw away the branch and said, "This is a breathing and respiration method. I created it on the spot, so it can't be called powerful, but it is the most suited to your Huang Family's Form and Will Six Harmonies Fist. After you memorize it, starting today, use this Breathing Technique to cultivate."

Huang Qianjun hurried forward and looked at it seriously.

"Also, every morning, come here and wait. I will guide you in fist arts."

"However, I will only guide you for seven days. If within seven days, you still can't comprehend even this bit of profundity, then don't follow me anymore."

"Stay here and ponder it carefully. I'll be going first."

With that, Su Yi turned and left.

Huang Qianjun stood there blankly for a moment, then suddenly took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and said fiercely:

"Brother Su has bestowed upon me a great fortune. If I can't grasp it, then I, Huang Qianjun, might as well smash my head to death!"

"That's true. Not everyone in this world is a monster born with spiritual wisdom, and what's more, this is the mundane world where Spiritual Qi is barren. I can't demand too much of Huang Qianjun..."

Only when he returned to Apricot Yellow Medical Hall did Su Yi feel relieved.

In the end, it was because he possessed the experience of his previous life and had seen too many peerless geniuses who were monstrous beyond measure, so unconsciously, he had inevitably been somewhat too harsh in his demands of Huang Qianjun.

Inside the medical hall.

When he saw Su Yi, the steward Hu Quan hurried forward and said, "Young Lord, Miss Lingxue brought two guests here. They are waiting for you now at Apricot Yellow Abode."

Apricot Yellow Abode.

This was the name of the courtyard where Su Yi lived.

"Two guests?"

Su Yi was slightly startled, then nodded and went straight out through the back door of the medical hall.

When he pushed open the courtyard gate, he saw three figures standing beneath the great locust tree in the courtyard, talking.

One of them was Wen Lingxue.

Today, the girl wore a water-green dress that outlined her graceful, slender figure. Her waterfall of black hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing a long, delicate swan neck. Standing beneath the daylight, her fine, snow-white skin glowed softly; she was pretty and bright, brimming with youth.

Since the last Longevity Banquet ended, he and his sister-in-law had not seen each other for seven days.

"Brother-in-law, you're back!"

When she saw Su Yi, Wen Lingxue immediately smiled in pleasant surprise, her lashes curving, her beautiful eyes like water, waving her right hand, fairer than frost and snow, in greeting.

Even her voice was cheerful, clear, and sweet.

The corners of Su Yi's lips lifted slightly, carrying a hint of a smile. Faced with such a radiant, lively, beautiful young girl, how could one's mood not become pleasant?

Only, when he saw the man and woman beside Wen Lingxue, Su Yi's brows furrowed slightly, and the smile at the corners of his lips faded bit by bit.

"Senior Brother Su."

The woman turned, her gaze looking toward Su Yi, her eyes complicated.

She was dressed gorgeously, her face delicate and beautiful. Standing there, her temperament was gentle and quiet, like an orchid in an empty valley. As her pair of beautiful eyes shifted, they unintentionally revealed traces of melancholy and sorrow, making her look tender and pitiful.

"Why are you here?"

Su Yi's expression was calm, while memories related to this woman surfaced in his mind.

Nan Ying.

Among the Outer Sect Disciples of Green River Sword Mansion, she was the only young woman who had once been close to him. Quiet, gentle, and refined by nature, she had admired and revered him greatly, and would often stay by his side.

Back then, he had yet to awaken the memories of his past life. His temperament had been withdrawn and gloomy, and he had scarcely had any friends. Nan Ying's appearance had once given him tremendous comfort.

The two of them had spent three years together from dawn to dusk.

Though they had never once considered themselves a couple, in the eyes of outsiders, they had been no different from one.

But ever since his cultivation had suddenly vanished and he had been reduced to an abandoned disciple of Green River Sword Mansion, Nan Ying had disappeared. She had never again appeared in his life...

Even after he had married into the Wen Family, for a very long time, he had still been gloomy and heartbroken over it, unable to let go. Many times, in a fit of impulse, he had wanted to go find Nan Ying and ask her why she had been so heartless.

It could be said that his feelings for Nan Ying had, for a very long time, been like a knot in his heart. Every time he thought of her, he would feel depressed and pained beyond measure.

However, after awakening the memories of his past life, all of this had naturally become different.

Yet Su Yi had not expected this woman to appear at such a time.

What had she come here to do?

"I... This time, I came together with Senior Brother Ni Hao, following by Martial Uncle Zhou Huaiqiu's side to temper ourselves in the world. Yesterday, when we passed through Guangling City, I heard some things related to Senior Brother Su, so I wanted to come see you."

Nan Ying gently bit her cherry lips, a trace of sorrow appearing between her brows, pitiful enough to make one's heart ache.

"Junior Brother Su."

Beside Nan Ying stood a tall, handsome young man in golden robes. At this moment, he gave Su Yi, who was not far away, a slight nod, his expression carrying a hint of reserved pride.

And deep in his gaze, there was a faint trace of indifference and disdain.

Clearly, even greeting him had been out of his own sense of manners, not out of respect for Su Yi.

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