The martial arts he used were essentially still the Dog-Beating Staff Technique.
But God is completely different.
Like a meteorite falling to earth, solid and heavy.
Like an ancient pine tree with deep roots, its strength penetrates to the very core.
Like a surging, overwhelming wave, it was unstoppable.
Like an old vine locking in a mountain, resilient and enduring.
As Lin Yu practiced, the surrounding air seemed to become thick and heavy.
The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble slightly, emitting a deep resonance.
Although it was just the waving of bamboo branches, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder hidden within it.
It was a vast, magnificent, all-encompassing, and unstoppable force!
When Lin Yu unleashed his final move, "No Dogs Under Heaven," there was no overwhelming barrage of staff shadows covering the surrounding area.
It's as simple as pressing forward.
In an instant, a few steps ahead, a falling bamboo leaf suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if blocked by an invisible wall, and then crashed to the ground.
A powerful aura, as solid as a mountain and as vast as the sea, spread out from Lin Yu. Though it was fleeting, it made Huang Rong feel as if she could hardly breathe.
Lin Yu stood still, the bamboo branch in his hand intact, his breathing calm, as if the thrilling exercise just now was just an illusion.
"This... this is the Dog-Beating Staff Technique?" Huang Rong murmured in disbelief, her eyes filled with shock and fascination.
She witnessed Lin Yu using the moves and techniques of the Dog-Beating Staff Technique, but the artistic conception and power he displayed were completely different from what she knew and had learned.
Lin Yu smiled slightly and handed the bamboo branch back, "It's similar in form but different in spirit. I borrowed the form of the Dog-Beating Staff Technique, but the underlying principles can be changed accordingly."
My changes may not suit you, but you might find the underlying principles helpful.
Huang Rong took the bamboo stick, her fingers trembling slightly, and she gripped it tightly with excitement.
Recalling the artistic conception Lin Yu had just experienced, he couldn't help but swing the bamboo branch again, trying to incorporate what he had just felt into his own staff technique.
At first, she was a little awkward and clumsy, but gradually, her moves began to change.
No longer solely pursuing the ultimate techniques and routines.
They began to focus on the power and artistic conception inherent in each strike.
Although it was far from reaching the level of inducing a natural resonance that Lin Yu had just experienced.
But the style of the staff has taken on a different meaning than before; it remains agile, but with a touch more of the Grandmaster's aura.
"Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful!" Huang Rong finished her practice, her face flushed with excitement.
"This is no longer just a simple Dog-Beating Staff Technique; it's a skillful variation to subdue the enemy, like taming a vicious dog."
"And with this kind of artistic conception, it's as if one can subdue dragons and tigers."
"Master Xiao Yu, what do you think of calling it the Dragon-Subduing and Tiger-Taming Stick Technique?" Her eyes sparkled with creative inspiration.
I can't wait to perfect this innovative stick fighting technique.
Watching Huang Rong learn and apply what she learned so quickly, Lin Yu secretly admired her high level of comprehension.
But upon hearing her newly coined name, his lips twitched.
He simply added a sense of artistic conception to the Dog-Beating Staff Technique; strictly speaking, it is still the Dog-Beating Staff Technique.
If Hong Qigong were to hear that the Dog-Beating Staff Technique had been renamed by those two, he would chase them to the ends of the earth.
"Sister Huang Rong, the essence of a martial arts move is fundamental; the name is merely an outward appearance."
"You must remember that integration is not about blindly copying, but about finding that point that resonates with your own nature."
Only then can it truly be put to use; otherwise, it will merely exist in form and cause harm.
"I understand, Master Xiao Yu." Huang Rong replied solemnly.
"Alright, alright, Sister Huang Rong, you don't need to call me Master Xiao Yu, it doesn't have to be so formal." Hearing Huang Rong still calling him Master, Lin Yu couldn't hold back anymore and quickly stopped her.
"Who told you to keep all those good things to yourself and never show them off?" Huang Rong muttered under her breath.
You don't know until you're forced to, and so many good things have come out. Huang Rong sees Lin Yu as a walking treasure trove.
Who knows when another gold coin giveaway will occur.
In truth, Lin Yu was also quite helpless, as he had known all of this since he first started learning.
The power of heaven and earth is borrowed, and the incantations are all written clearly.
But the world is different, and the knowledge we have access to is limited. Often, things that seem ordinary to us become exceptionally valuable in the hands of others.
The two talked for a long time in the bamboo forest. Huang Rong raised many questions about martial arts, and Lin Yu, although not proficient in the specific martial arts of this world, also answered them.
However, when given guidance from a philosophical perspective, Huang Rong often felt enlightened.
As the sun rose higher, the two reluctantly returned to the courtyard.
As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw Guo Jing return, pacing anxiously in the yard. Upon seeing the two of them, he quickly greeted them, "Miss Rong'er, Brother Lin, you're finally back!"
"Urgent news has just arrived from the city. Lord Lü has ordered me to go to the military camp immediately, as there seems to be urgent military news. I may have to stay at the camp for a few days!"
Upon hearing this, Huang Rong's expression turned serious, her excitement from the martial arts discussion instantly vanishing, and her brows furrowed slightly. "Urgent military intelligence? The Mongolia have made another unusual move?"
"It's still unclear. The message was vague, but quite urgent." Guo Jing shook his head, then looked at Lin Yu apologetically.
"Brother Lin, I had hoped to discuss martial arts with you further, but the military situation is urgent, so I must break my promise."
"Brother Guo, you flatter me. National affairs are of utmost importance," Lin Yu said solemnly.
"Brother Guo, please go ahead. If there is anything I can do, I will do my best, even if my abilities are limited."
He wasn't just being polite; if Mongolia were to launch a large-scale operation, then the times would create heroes.
Lin Yu actually had a half-baked idea in his mind.
As Guo Jing left, the ease on Huang Rong's face vanished completely.
She looked at Lin Yu, a hint of reproach in her eyes. "You, why did you blurt that out? If the Mongolia attack, Brother Jing will really ask you for help defending the city."
Without the influence of Guo Jing's chivalrous spirit and his belief in serving the country and its people, Huang Rong would still be that mischievous little devil.
She had no intention of sacrificing herself for her country; in the original work, all she had was love for Guo Jing. What Guo Jing loved, she loved as well.
That's why the couple was able to defend Xiangyang to the death.
And now, she is still the same quirky and mischievous Huang Rong.
"Sister Huang Rong, do you think we can find what I want by borrowing the power of an entire nation?" Lin Yu didn't respond to Huang Rong's reproach, but instead asked her.
"Wh... what?" Huang Rong was so stunned by this that she didn't immediately understand.
In this era of absolute imperial power, Lin Yu's words would be punishable by beheading.
So it's no wonder Huang Rong was frightened.
"It's nothing, I was just kidding." Lin Yu smiled and offered no explanation.
On the other side, here with Zhao Yan.
"Hey, wake up, it's time to get moving." Zhao Yan poked Lin Yu (Number Twelve), who was meditating in the corner, with his scabbard to wake him up.
"What's wrong?" Lin Yu finished his cultivation, not understanding what Zhao Yan wanted to do in the middle of the night.
"Time to deal with those bastards from the Golden Bull Martial Arts School." Zhao Yan smiled bloodthirstyly, a glint of red light flashing in his eyes in the darkness.
"Alright, let's go." Lin Yu stood up and stood beside him upon hearing this.