Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 4 Ren Hongxiu (Please read during the new book period and vote for it!)

The scene continues.

Although Ren Shaoyang could not move his legs, he could still change his posture with his hands alone, and he felt that his palm strikes and punches were all perfectly timed.

As he practiced, a powerful surge of heat coursed through his legs, making him feel incredibly good.

After moving around for a while, Ren Shaoyang couldn't help but think to himself, "Internal strength is the body, and martial arts are the application. What I lack now is time to recover from my injuries, and also the methods of martial arts. If the body and application cannot be in harmony, I will ultimately be nothing but rotten wood and stubborn rock."

[The thoughts of a mediocre person! No matter how many unorthodox techniques one learns, how much effort one puts into mastering them, what difference is there between that and a third-rate person who merely hones their strength?]

Ren Shaoyang was confused and sat up, supporting himself with his hands.

"According to this logic, how can one become a master without practicing techniques?"

The Great Vajra Divine Power is a method that directly targets 'refining the spirit,' emphasizing the use of the spirit. Practitioners can gain immense power to subdue demons, unmatched by humans.

Each of the thirty-two marks is a 'form'. The corresponding essence gleaned from these basic marks is 'transformation'. It differentiates from the spirit, giving rise to one's own 'original form', or borrowing the marks of past masters. It can be described as ever-changing and endless.

[Compared to chaotic and unorthodox practices, how can this be anything but infinitely superior?]

Ren Shaoyang listened with a mixture of understanding and confusion, blinking his clear eyes as he stared at the empty words.

Seeing that the words had disappeared, he let out a disappointed sigh.

"The Dharma body generates power, and the spirit is refined to obtain form. Indeed, every divine skill manual is as difficult as advanced mathematics."

"If I can't learn it, I just can't learn it. If I don't use cheat codes, even if I practice for decades, I'll hardly achieve anything!"

Just as Ren Shaoyang was sighing deeply, he suddenly felt water droplets dripping down his face.

He looked up and saw the little beggar's bright, big eyes staring at him.

"what?"

The little beggar clearly washed his face, revealing a thin, dark face. He grinned, showing a mouthful of teeth, and said ingratiatingly, "Crippled man, hehe."

Ren Shaoyang said lazily, "Hungry? There's not much around here. After I've rested, I'll go into the water and catch some fish to eat."

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry!" The little beggar said, then pulled the scroll from his back and handed it to him, his tone somewhat urgent. "You're knowledgeable, help me take a look!"

Ren Shaoyang took it and, using the last rays of the setting sun, began to read it.

"Hey cripple, take a look, help me take a look." The little beggar came closer, his voice as clear and crisp as a little sparrow, chirping, "Is my name on it? Does it say who my parents are? Does it say how many brothers and sisters I have?"

Ren Shaoyang carefully examined the pages, and only when the moon was high in the sky and the stars were shining brightly did he reluctantly say, "This is a sword manual."

"A sword manual?" The little beggar stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

"Yes."

"My name isn't on it?" she persisted.

"No." He couldn't bear to say it.

The little beggar choked for a moment, then suddenly shouted, "Impossible! How come my name isn't on any of my things?"

She grabbed Ren Shaoyang's arm, squeezing it so hard that her nails almost dug into his flesh, and hissed, "Crippled man, look again, look really good!"

Ren Shaoyang was startled by the nightingale-like cry, and felt a sharp pain in his arm. He couldn't help but wave his hand and say, "Ouch! That hurts!"

The little beggar suddenly felt a powerful force coming at him. He cried out in surprise and was instantly sent flying three zhang into the sky as if riding on clouds.

Ren Shaoyang exclaimed, "Oh no!"

It quickly scrambled over, even faster than the little beggar.

Before the little beggar could react, he suddenly found himself in his arms.

Ren Shaoyang put her down on the ground and sighed, "I can't control my martial arts skills at will right now. Are you alright?"

The little beggar paid no attention to him, gripping his arm tightly, his bloodshot eyes staring straight into Ren Shaoyang's bones, and cried out, "Why don't I have a name? You all have names, but I don't! Why was I born to sleep with pigs?"

Ren Shaoyang turned his head away, not daring to look her in the eye.

The little beggar cried out a few times, then seemed to have no strength left. He lowered his hands and wept silently.

Ren Shaoyang watched her eyes go from hope to despair, and then to a dull, lifeless state. He couldn't bear it and, as if possessed, said something.

"Actually, your name is mentioned in the sword manual."

Ga~
The little beggar's crying stopped abruptly, his dark face covered in tears, and a few scattered teardrops still clung to his long eyelashes, as clear and translucent as pearls.

"What's your name? What's my name?"

Ren Shaoyang blinked, not looking at her, and said, "Hongxiu, the sword manual is called Hongxiu, which is named after you."

"Red Sleeve? Is that my name? Hahaha~"

The little beggar jumped up and spun around on the ground. In his excitement, he rolled around on the ground, his head and face covered in grass clippings.

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, she cried out "Oh dear!" and got up again, saying, "I...I..." Her excessive excitement caused her to lose her speech. She scratched her head frantically with both hands, looking anxious.

Ren Shaoyang asked, "What do you want to say?"

The little beggar hesitated for a long time before finally asking, "What's my surname?" Ren Shaoyang looked down at the sword manual in his hand for a while, then looked up at her hopeful eyes and blurted out, "Ren, your surname is Ren, so we're from the same family!"

"Ren?" the little beggar murmured, "Ren Hongxiu?"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Yes, it's a very nice name, isn't it?"

"It sounds great, it sounds really good!"

The little beggar suddenly smiled, a smile as radiant as the spring sunshine.

Just then, Hongxiu watched as Ren Shaoyang suddenly leaped into the air, soaring more than ten feet into the sky. When he landed, he landed firmly on the iron stake, his whole posture resembling that of Duan Yanqing.

Hongxiu asked in a panic, "Where are you going?"

Ren Shaoyang pointed to the stream and said, "Let's catch fish! Bring some firewood, and we'll grill the fish."

Hongxiu blushed. He had just said that, but she had forgotten. She said "Oh" and hurriedly walked towards the woods.

Ren Shaoyang shook his head, used the "Soaring Form" technique, his body floated like duckweed, and with a few thuds, he raised and lowered the iron rod in his hand, crossing a distance of ten zhang and arriving at the stream.

By the time Hongxiu brought over a large bundle of firewood, Ren Shaoyang had already skewered four large fish with an iron skewer and was looking at the little beggar with a smug expression.

The little beggar was also pleasantly surprised. Ren Shaoyang struck a pebble with an iron skewer, and the sparks ignited firewood. They then sat down together and started grilling fish.

When the aroma of fish filled the air, the two, who hadn't eaten oily or greasy food in a long time, couldn't resist and ate until they couldn't eat anymore.

Ren Shaoyang lay half-reclined to one side, touching his swollen belly, feeling that this was the happiest moment of his life.

Hongxiu also felt comfortable. After smacking her lips and savoring the moment, she sighed and carefully put away the half-grilled fish.

Ren Shaoyang looked at him strangely and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

“I’m full,” Hongxiu said crisply, blinking her eyes. “But he hasn’t eaten yet, so I have to save some for him.”

The flickering firelight illuminated her face, making Hongxiu's features appear much softer.

Ren Shaoyang looked at her and smiled gently.

What a good kid!
After they finished eating, they tidied up and went to sleep by the fire early.

In the middle of the night, Ren Shaoyang was suddenly awakened by sobbing. He asked sleepily, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"

Tears streamed down Hongxiu's face as she wiped them away haphazardly with her hands, whispering, "I...I'm happy."

Ren Shaoyang mumbled, "Then why are you still crying?"

After a while, she felt her arm being gently tugged by Hongxiu again, and said impatiently, "What is it now?"

Hongxiu asked softly, "I still don't know your name."

Ren Shaoyang!

"Ren Shaoyang, Ren Shaoyang," Hongxiu murmured a few times before she couldn't help but smile. "What a nice name, it sounds so good."

Seeing that he had fallen asleep again, I tugged at his arm once more.

Ren Shaoyang was furious. He suddenly sat up and shouted, "Little girl, I'm exhausted! What do you want?"

Hongxiu tilted her head and thought for a while before asking, "Where are we going from now on?"

"Ouch!" Ren Shaoyang fell heavily to the ground and said, "Let's go back."

"go back?"

"A dilapidated house may be broken, but it can still be rebuilt," Ren Shaoyang said calmly. "Besides, if we don't go back, how can we avoid running into those scum again?"

"Oh," Hongxiu replied, then asked, "Going back tomorrow morning?"

After a long while, Ren Shaoyang sighed softly and said quietly, "Going now is fine, maybe we can even warm ourselves by the fire."
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"Dad, dad!"

When Ding'an woke up, it was already noon two days later.

He scrambled to his feet and saw a dilapidated house, charred on all sides, yet with new timber added to it.

There was no one around at the moment, only the scorching afternoon wind, which made him sweat profusely.

Ding An touched the ground with his left hand, his expression hardening. He then picked up the broken knife, staggered to his feet, and walked towards the door.

Just then, he seemed to see something, and his eyes turned fierce in an instant.

A young man draped in tattered cloth, carrying a little girl in his arms, was seen leaping through the air, propped up by an iron rod.

He touched the ground with his iron rod, and with a soft thud, his tattered clothes billowed and his hair fluttered, making him look like a kite as he gracefully drifted to the branch of a large tree.

The little girl was shouting and screaming.

When Ding An saw the young man land lightly, as if he could fly, his eyes suddenly turned bloodshot with murderous intent.

"So you can fly. Are you a dragon?"

With a low growl, he raised his knife in his left hand and staggered toward him.

(End of this chapter)