Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 122 I am just useless, not dead

In the evening, at Ruoshuiju.

In a bedroom.

Zhuang Bu Ran lay leisurely on the bed, without any sense of dejection at all for having lost all his martial arts skills.

He exclaimed in amazement:
"As expected of me, even if I have to cripple my own martial arts, I still have a backup plan. The injuries to my meridians can be cured by rest."

"As for the 'Three-Part Return to Origin Qi' I created, it would actually be more appropriate to call it the 'Three-Part Return to Origin Qi'."

"It seems to combine the long and lingering power of the Wind God Kick, the fierceness of the Cloud-Removing Palm, and the cold internal force of the Sky Frost Fist into one, hence the name."

"In reality, I didn't teach my three disciples everything, but kept a portion from each of them. That's why it's called 'Three-part Return to Yuan Qi'. It's a blatant mockery, and it's exactly what I would do."

"Once this skill is mastered, it will have the miraculous effect of sealing acupuncture points, stopping bleeding, removing decay and regenerating flesh. If it is completely integrated into one, the internal energy will be inexhaustible and the power will be unparalleled."

"If you practice the method of breaking down and then building up, you can cultivate the skills to the state of great success."

Zhuang Bu Ran sneered in his heart:
"Unfortunately, man proposes, God disposes. Even if I decide to retire and have a backup plan, it won't be long before my evil disciples come seeking revenge!"

His mind suddenly immersed in the depths of his brows, and a vague and illusory half-body Arhat statue uttered a divine voice:
"Caring for all living beings and giving them joy is called kindness; having compassion for all living beings and removing their suffering is called compassion. Entering the world to save people and displaying compassion is the way to repay the power of divine feet. May you never forget your original aspiration and attain the true fruit of a bodhisattva."

Zhuang Bu Ran's smile grew even more intense:
"To be able to move as desired is called divine power. 'Divine' refers to the mind, and divine power means the mind is endowed with miraculous power."

"If we talk about the specifics of the supernatural power of walking, it can be divided into four levels. The first level is to fly like a bird, the second level is to move far away or make it near, the third level is to disappear here and appear there, and the fourth level is to reach a destination with just a thought."

"With the mind that Zhuang has cultivated over many lifetimes, it seems that I can easily achieve the second level of moving the distance or making it closer without using any internal energy."

"So that one can walk on clouds, covering a thousand miles a day, and float across the water without getting his feet wet."

There was a hint of teasing in his eyes:
"Looks like I don't need to absorb the essence of heaven and earth to repair my meridians. I'll just practice the Black Heavenly Book. Some people really like to meddle in other people's business anyway."

The next day.

Zhuang Bu Ran was lying lazily in the yard, as if he sensed something, with the corners of his mouth raised. After about two or three incense sticks of time, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the yard.

Immediately, a young girl hurried into the yard. She was wearing a plain long dress, her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows and features were picturesque, and her almond-shaped eyes were as clear as water. She had a bit of innocence that seemed ignorant of the world, but also a hint of melancholy.

"father!"

As soon as Zhuang Bu Ran stood up, the girl threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.

He did not say a word, but patted the back of his daughter, who was familiar yet unfamiliar to him, to comfort her. His eyes were slightly stunned, as if he was recalling someone.

"I have fulfilled my promise. From now on, you and your daughter will depend on each other and spend your old age in peace." Wuming walked in front of Zhuang Bu Ran.

"Brother Wuming, you've seen that my martial arts skills are completely useless, and my daughter has been spoiled since she was a child. You don't want us, an old man and a child, to move the boxes of treasures from the carriage outside into the house, do you?"

When Youruo heard this, she quickly raised her head from Zhuang Buran's arms and wiped the tears from her face:
"Dad, I can do it, so there's no need to trouble Senior Wuming."

"Brother Wuming, look at how well-behaved and obedient my daughter is, how can you bear to..."

Before Zhuang Bu Ran finished speaking, Wu Ming interrupted helplessly:
"Brother Xiong, no need to say more, I will help you."

"Senior, let me help you." Just as Youruo opened her mouth, she heard her old father say with a smile:

"Don't cause any more trouble. Go to the Zhonghua Pavilion and bring some good wine and food."

"Brother Wuming has been so kind to me, and has taken the trouble to bring you here. How can I not drink with him to express my inexpressible gratitude?"

Upon hearing this, Youruo nodded immediately and walked out of the courtyard quickly. When she walked into the inner courtyard with a food box in one hand, she saw her old father lying leisurely on a chair. She looked around and asked:
"Dad, where is Senior Wuming?"

"My father simply said that there was no point in him staying in Zhonghua Pavilion, and that he might as well retire with me in Ruoshui Residence. He immediately said that he had some important matters to attend to, and turned and left."

Zhuang Bu Ran shook his head:
"I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch."

After placing the food box on the stone table in the courtyard, Youruo looked at her lazy and casual old father and couldn't help but sigh:

"Father, I've noticed that your personality has changed a lot. Senior Wuming clearly feels that if I live in seclusion with you here, I'll be treated like a slave, and you've taken over the entire Zhonghua Pavilion as a matter of course."

Zhuang Buyan spoke leisurely:
"When one holds great power, one must hide one's emotions, and retire from the world. Of course, one can laugh, cry, and scold as one pleases."

"Seeing you like this, I feel like I'll be able to live a more peaceful and fulfilled life in the future, unlike before when I was constantly worried and frightened." Youruo smiled sincerely. "Haha, you still want to stay by your father's side forever?" Zhuang Bu Ran raised his eyebrows slightly.

Youruo asked back in a charming way:
"Of course. You are my father and I am your daughter. Shouldn't I take care of you and see you to the end of your life?"

"That's a bit of a pity." Zhuang Bu Ran sighed lightly.

"What's a pity?" Youruo was confused.

"The money I specially asked Brother Wuming to bring here can't be used as a dowry!"

Youruo stamped her feet: "Dad!"

Five days later.

As the father and daughter strolled in the bamboo forest, Youruo listened to her old father's various plans, including where to start digging up the bamboo forest and turning it into a place to plant peach trees, and also how to build a wine cellar.

As she listened, she felt something was wrong and interrupted hurriedly:

"Dad, you've said so much. You're not just going to talk about it and leave everything else to me, are you?"

"If I remember correctly, someone was so filial that he wanted to take care of me until the end of my life. I didn't expect that only a few days have passed." Zhuang Buyan pretended to be sad.

"My daughter does it."

Youruo obviously saw it, but finally agreed.

Zhuang Bu Ran's expression suddenly changed, and he said with a smile:
"That's right. It just so happens that your 'Sword Breaking Technique' can be used to cut bamboo."

"Okay, okay, as long as you are happy."

Zhuang Bu Ran felt something strange and said with a smile:

"No need to trouble you, someone is coming to help me cut bamboo."

A hint of doubt appeared on Youruo's pretty face, but seeing that her old father continued to talk about the various manipulations in the bamboo forest with great interest, she did not ask any more questions.

After a while, a figure came rushing over and landed in front of the father and daughter.

He was wearing a dark red battle robe, his facial features were as sharp as a knife, his brows were like swords, his eyes were as sharp as cold stars, and he held a huge black sword in his hand.

"Brother Yun, my father's martial arts skills have been completely destroyed, and he will no longer commit evil deeds."

When Youruo saw the person coming, her expression changed drastically and she spoke anxiously:
"Besides, he has already decided to mend his ways. I beg you to show mercy and let him go."

"You Ruo, step back."

Zhuang Bu Ran raised his hand to stop her behind him.

"Even if you have a thousand faults, you are still my father." Youruo said with a firm face:
"If someone wants to kill you, they must kill me first."

"Father asked you to step down because you are now a burden!" Zhuang Bu Ran took a few steps forward and asked with a smile:
"I am only disabled, not dead. Do you think you can take revenge on me alone?"

"Xiongba, it's time to repay the blood debt you owe!"

Bu Jingyun finished speaking in an extremely cold tone and was about to swing his sword when a breeze blew and a figure appeared in front of him.

He has delicate features, gentle eyes, long hair and a long sword on his back.

"Brother Yun, Senior Wuming is right. Since Xiongba has repented, even if you kill him now, it will be of no use."

"Killing me won't help, but it will definitely make you feel better!" Zhuang Bu Ran smiled.

"Of the three disciples I accepted, only the second disciple's temperament is most similar to my former self. He is decisive in killing people. At the very least, he will kill someone, and at the worst, he will wipe out an entire family."

"Nie Feng, why don't you get out of the way and let him avenge this blood feud."

Suddenly, not only Youruo was a little stunned, but Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun were also a little stunned.

If he hadn't noticed that the rather lazy old man in black in front of him didn't have a trace of internal energy in his body, he would have almost thought that Wuming's words about retiring from the world were just nonsense.

(End of this chapter)