Dream Entry Has Great Gains

The Entertainment Opportunity Guide manual, in Zhang Yang's opinion, could also be used as a detection device.

When he first obtained the role of Zhao Kuangyin, he wanted to try Dream Entry.

On one hand, he wanted to experience the effects of Dream Entry and conduct an effective analysis.

On the other hand, the role of Zhao Kuangyin was valuable for inheriting some talents and abilities through Dream Entry.

But when he tried to enter the dream, he was reminded by the manual that he couldn't because Zhao Kuangyin had too few scenes in the drama The Legend of Dugu, not even enough to be considered a qualified supporting character.

This was also one of the reasons he wanted to add more scenes for himself. Fortunately, the result was good.

A wave of sleepiness washed over Zhang Yang. He felt his body sinking into slumber, yet he became more aware of his surroundings, as if he had a God's-eye view.

Before he could fully savor this state, he felt a dizzying sensation, and his consciousness arrived in a new world.

Drip, drip!

The sound of rain falling on leaves continued to reach him.

After a moment of disorientation, Zhang Yang found himself kneeling by a stream.

In the flowing water, a completely ordinary face was reflected.

This face was very familiar to him; it was his own.

"The realism is incredible. I'd think I'd transmigrated if I didn't know better."

Absorbing some information in his mind, Zhang Yang looked at a stick he was holding.

The front section of this stick was connected by iron rings, with one end shorter and the other longer. It was known in folk circles as a "Shaozi Stick," the predecessor to the nunchaku.

"This is the Grand Ancestor's Coiled Dragon Staff."

Zhang Yang slowly stood up and swung the long staff in his hand, finding it incredibly easy.

Zhao Kuangyin was a master of martial arts, with two exceptional skills: the fist technique "Grand Ancestor's Long Fist" and the staff technique "Grand Ancestor's Coiled Dragon Staff."

Grand Ancestor's Long Fist had thirty-two forms and was hailed as the "mother of a hundred fists," influencing the creation of techniques like Qi Family Fist and Tai Chi Quan.

Grand Ancestor's Coiled Dragon Staff was even more revered as the pioneering technique for staff fighting, making Zhao Kuangyin invincible on the battlefield. There was a saying that "one Coiled Dragon Staff conquered all eighty-one prefectures."

"Taiyuan Qingyou Temple is not far from here."

Zhang Yang put away his staff and walked towards a faintly visible Taoist temple in the distance.

Meanwhile, inside the Taoist temple, four or five people were gathered around a campfire, drinking and eating meat heartily.

"Fifth brother, we didn't gain much from coming down the mountain this time. We'll be punished by the leader when we get back to the stronghold. It's a good thing you have sharp eyes and spotted this young lady. You'll get a few taels of silver for it."

"Thank you, third brother. My younger brother originally wanted to offer this young lady to you."

"I don't have the fortune to enjoy her. Even our village chief's wife isn't as lovely as this young lady. The second leader once said, 'A common man not drunk will be drunk by treasures; we are not worthy.'"

"Third brother, Fourth brother disagrees with that. You're a capable man in our village. We can still sleep with this woman."

"No, no," the man with the full beard leading them shook his head.

He understood his subordinates' intentions, wanting to taste the scent of a beautiful woman.

But this was an item he had given to the leader as a means to avoid punishment and "get promoted." It couldn't be damaged.

Seeing that they couldn't persuade the man, the other four said no more and continued drinking and eating meat.

The leader drank the most and soon passed out, snoring loudly.

The others also slumped over, fast asleep.

A moment later, a man as thin and small as a monkey opened his eyes, the firelight reflecting in them.

He was the one who called himself Fourth Brother. Seeing that everyone else was asleep, he got up and tiptoed towards the narrow area behind the stone statue in the main hall, starting to unbuckle his belt.

"Damn it, I've never seen such fair and tender skin on a young lady. Even if she's going to die, I have to experience it."

In the area behind the stone statue lay a woman in a white long gown, her hands and feet bound with rope, and a piece of cloth stuffed in her mouth.

The woman's skin was as white as snow, her features delicate, and her eyes full of allure. They held a look of confusion and panic, with tears still lingering in the corners.

She remembered her parents dying by the swords of rioting soldiers, her maid driving their carriage to escape, being surrounded by bandits halfway, her maid being chopped to death while protecting her, and she falling from the carriage and losing consciousness. When she woke up, she was here, her hands and feet bound.

"Crack."

The sound of a twig snapping underfoot rang out.

She instinctively turned her head, meeting the lecherous gaze of the monkey-like man.

"The young lady is awake. Perfect, let's experience the ultimate pleasure."

The thin monkey man squatted down, about to untie the woman's clothes.

"Mmmph mmmph~"

The woman shook her head frantically, her eyes filled with pleading.

But her reaction only ignited the man's bestial nature.

At the critical moment, a long staff broke through a side window and flew in, striking the monkey man in the chest.

"Pfft."

The skinny monkey-like man flew back several meters, spat out several mouthfuls of fresh blood, his neck twisted as he lay down and stopped moving.

The woman's eyes widened in shock as she saw a man break through the window and jump into the room.

Tall and strong, with a serious face, spirited eyes, and an imposing presence.

The woman instantly imprinted this face in her heart.

"Who are you!?"

A sudden roar sounded from the front.

The man was Zhang Yang. Seeing that Zhao Jingniang truly looked exactly like Nazha gave him a strong sense of immersion.

He didn't rush to speak, but instead entered the main hall and fought with several bandits.

The few men had just finished drinking. Although their vigilance was not weak, how could they be Zhang Yang's match?

Before he could even finish one set of Grand Ancestor's Long Fist, the kidnappers were all sent flying, spitting blood, and met their end.

Zhang Yang felt his strength was boundless and wondered if he had cheats in his dreams.

After dealing with the bandits, he went to the back to rescue Zhao Jingniang, acting heroically and courteously.

Upon learning they both shared the surname Zhao, they immediately addressed each other as brother and sister.

"Don't worry, little sister. Although Puzhou is a thousand miles away, your brother will surely escort you back safely."

After settling Zhao Jingniang into the carriage, Zhang Yang began his escort mission.

He encountered some trouble along the way, but Zhang Yang resolved it all.

Living together day and night, it was inevitable that feelings would develop over time. Zhao Jingniang's gaze towards Zhang Yang gradually changed.

When they arrived at Puzhou, Zhao Jingniang could no longer restrain the feelings in her heart and said to Zhang Yang, "Brother, the world's splendor is all for you. My heart's desire belongs only to you."

Zhang Yang understood, but his reply was, "A true man's ambition lies in the world."

Under Zhao Jingniang's resentful and longing gaze, Zhang Yang rode away on his horse.

When they met again, Zhang Yang was already Emperor Taizu of Song, while Zhao Jingniang was a nun in a convent.

"Swish!"

Zhang Yang, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes.

Countless pieces of information flooded his mind, and his body underwent subtle changes.

In a moment, his eyes gleamed with brilliance.

"Complete Grand Ancestor's Long Fist, Grand Ancestor's Coiled Dragon Staff, Grand Ancestor's Calligraphy."

"Even muscle memory is present."

He had profited immensely from this Dream Entry.

If he were in ancient times, he could call himself "Little Grand Ancestor."

With Zhao Kuangyin's martial arts experience and muscle memory, he could easily reach the master level with diligent practice.

"It's already eight o'clock."

Glancing at the time on his phone, Zhang Yang quickly got up, finished his morning routine, and then went to the door of Nazha's room, pressing the doorbell.

Before long, the door opened, revealing Nazha's unadorned yet stunning face.

Seeing Zhang Yang, her eyes lit up with surprise, and she smiled like a blooming flower, "Brother!"

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