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

Chapter 5 Things Will Take a Good Turn for the Better (Please read during the new book period and vote for it!)
Ding'an's original name was Li Ding'an.

The son of the famous swordsman "Jiangnan Hundred-Jin Blade" Li Buhui.

Back then, Li Buhui and his junior brother Xiang Qiezheng fought together against the bandit leader Feilong, but their swordsmanship was far inferior.

As a result, Li Buhui died, and Xiang Qiezheng, along with his son Ding'an and his adopted son Tietou, went into hiding and lived a secluded life.

For more than twenty years, if Ding'an hadn't accidentally learned of his father's murder, and hadn't been so enraged that he had pressed Xiang Qiezheng's daughter, Xiang Ling, to reveal who the enemy was.
In the end, only two pieces of information were obtained: the man could fly, and he was covered in tattoos.

Therefore, when Ding An woke up and saw Ren Shaoyang flying in the air, his eyes immediately turned red, and he rushed forward with his sword.

Ren Shaoyang had no idea what had gotten into this kid again. Seeing the broken blade about to reach his face, he quickly pushed Hongxiu away and tried his best to back away to avoid the blade.

Ke Ding'an's eyes were bloodshot, and every move he made was aimed at his throat.

Ren Shaoyang felt a cold wind blow against his face, his skin felt like it was about to crack, and he couldn't help but shout, "He's gone mad again!" Before he finished speaking, he used "Longevity Form" to leap up and sweep out an iron rod.

Ding'an suddenly felt a strong wind rise, and sandstorms raged all around, instantly blinding him.

"when"!
Ding An snorted, his tiger's mouth split open, the broken sword flew away in a spinning motion, and he flew backward and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

Just as he was struggling to get up, he saw Ren Shaoyang land, first transforming into a "divine fish" and rolling on the ground, then transforming into a "sparrow mother" to dissipate the force of the attack, and then standing there with his feet off the ground, propped up on the iron rod.

"Damn it!" Ren Shaoyang cursed, "I risked my life to save your dog's life, and you repay kindness with enmity, huh?"

Hongxiu excitedly carried the broken sword over, and Ren Shaoyang took it from her, saying, "Come on! You want to kill me, don't you?" He then threw it in front of Ding'an, "Here's the sword, let's fight again!"

"Clang!"
Ding An looked at the broken knife on the ground, then looked up at Ren Shaoyang's upper body. His eyes narrowed, and finally he lowered his head weakly, saying, "No need. You're not him. You don't have any tattoos."

He struggled to his feet, picked up the knife, and bowed to Ren Shaoyang and Hongxiu.

"I'm so sorry, I was out of my mind, I'm so sorry!"

Ding'an kept apologizing and kept his head down, refusing to get up.

Hongxiu scratched her head and said, "Broken hand, you, you don't need to apologize to me, I'm fine!" Then, she turned to look at Ren Shaoyang, "Crippled man, he knows he was wrong, don't hate him, okay?"

Ren Shaoyang frowned, stared at Ding An for a long time, and said, "This is the last time!"

Having said that, he turned and walked away, leaning on the iron cudgel and limping.

Upon hearing this, Ding An cupped his hands in thanks and sincerely said, "Thank you, thank you!" However, seeing that Ren Shaoyang's leg injury had healed to the point of being able to walk with crutches in just two days, he couldn't help but change his expression.

Where is he going?

Hongxiu sat at the door, picked a blade of grass and put it in her mouth, saying, "The cripple is going up the mountain to hunt."

Ding'an couldn't help but ask, "But he broke both his legs two days ago!"

Hongxiu took out the sword manual from her bosom, touched the words on it, and said without looking up, "Yes."

"How could it heal so quickly?" Ding An noticed the sword manual in Hong Xiu's hand and his eyes were immediately drawn to it, not blinking for a moment.

Hongxiu said, "Actually, he could walk yesterday."

Ding An realized what was happening: "Huh?"
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Not long after Ren Shaoyang left, the sun gradually set in the west.

He hunted in the forest, but he didn't go far. Using his "Great Vajra Divine Power," he had sharp ears and eyes, and in no time he found some wild rabbits and deer.

These small animals are naturally very fast and agile.

Once Ren Shaoyang moved, he changed direction with lightning speed. Although he could not use his legs to gain momentum, he could use the iron rod as an extension. In less than a hundred steps, he had caught up behind him and finished him off with an iron rod.

Seeing that he had a good harvest today and that the sun was still high in the sky, Ren Shaoyang was not in a hurry to go back.

Climbing up a tree and looking around, one sees yellow dust filling the sky, rough sand and wind, yet also green grass and trees, creating a lively and interesting scene, all intertwined, yet still a sense of desolation lingers.

"In this godforsaken place, just surviving is difficult enough," Ren Shaoyang said, sitting in a tree with his prey set aside. "And then there are bandits."

He sighed for a while, then calmed down and focused his attention on what was ahead.

The words slowly appeared, and the image gradually changed.

Should we revisit the battle against the bandits?

"Yes!"

Ren Shaoyang's vision changed instantly, and he was transported back to the scene from two days ago.

"Kill them!"

"Ow!"

Despite hearing the bandits' shouts and cries as they charged at him on horseback, Ren Shaoyang remained calm.

It wasn't that he was naturally calm, but rather that he had relived these moments so many times over the past few days that he had gradually become accustomed to such small-scale situations.

"At first glance, it seemed like there was a forest of swords and spears, and I didn't know where to start. I was just scaring myself. Now that I've calmed down and look at it again, although there are many people, they don't know how to coordinate, and there are many flaws."

Suddenly, the iron rod touched the ground, and with a quick turn, it rushed towards the northwest, using the "White Hair Formation," stretching and contracting its palm before suddenly punching out.

Ren Shaoyang moved with lightning speed, dodging the approaching blades and infiltrating the enemy's side.

The bandits never expected that this cripple would be so powerful.
Suddenly, a powerful force struck, and four or five bandits were thrown to the ground, coughing up blood.

Seeing his formidable skill, which allowed him to defeat several men in a single move, the remaining bandits were terrified and charged forward on horseback, unleashing a barrage of scimitars.

But then Ren Shaoyang let out a cold laugh and shouted, "Die!"

With a flick of his black iron rod, he felled one man; with another shout from mid-air, he killed another.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had stabbed more than ten bandits to death.

Even the skull-faced creature couldn't escape its fate; after a dozen or so moves, it was stabbed to the ground.

At this moment, Ren Shaoyang in the picture is leaning on an iron rod, his body covered in wounds, but he looks excited and very proud.

"First there was the wealthy hermit who single-handedly took on more than ten knights with just one sword; now I, Ren Shaoyang, with my limp, will take down a large number of bandits!"

"Not bad, not bad!"

The scene rippled and spread like water. Ren Shaoyang snapped out of his reverie and looked up at the horizon.

The sun had completely set, but a few stars hung on the treetops. Recalling the thirty-two forms he had just used in his illusion, a trace of inspiration seemed to still linger.

He raised his hand and threw a few punches, then pondered deeply and continued to perform a transformation. In the illusion, he could exert force at will, but this time it was no longer the same thing.

He knew that in the illusion, he could move his body with just a fraction of his strength and achieve tenfold results. But reality was different; limited by his physical abilities, he was far from being like the one in the illusion.

Ren Shaoyang was not discouraged. He knew that he was only at the "form" stage of the thirty-two phases and was far from being able to "transform" his every move. Now, as long as he practiced more, thought more, and used the power of the Golden Finger to rewind and gain more insight, he would eventually see a visible improvement.

In this way, this is not painful learning, but an upgrade with an extremely enjoyable feeling!
After practicing for a few rounds, Ren Shaoyang calmed himself down, then sat down to meditate and circulate his energy to recover the true energy he had consumed in the illusion.

Yes, while the illusionary reversal wouldn't injure him, it would consume his spiritual energy. At this moment, his spiritual energy was almost completely depleted.

Exhaustion of physical strength, depletion of vital energy, and mental fatigue.
Even though the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit had been exhausted, when Ren Shaoyang meditated and regulated his breathing, the supernatural power of the "Great Vajra Divine Power" arose spontaneously, like sunshine and rain falling from the sky on the withered three treasures.

My body felt warm and comfortable, and my legs felt numb, itchy, and tingly.

A surge of joy at new life welled up instinctively in my heart.

Ren Shaoyang knew that his leg injury was healing at a visible speed. In less than half a month, he would be a truly vigorous and energetic man again!

This was my deepest wish since I became bedridden, and now that my wish is about to come true, joy and hesitation are intertwined in my heart.

The moon's shadow falls on the willow branches.

The forest darkened, but the faint chirping of insects and birds could be heard, and further away, there was a constant rustling sound in the grass, as if something large was approaching.

The bushes parted, and a pair of tiger-like eyes glanced at the young man in the tree. After staring intently for a while, the young man cautiously withdrew his head, and the bushes closed up again.

It was as if nothing had happened.

After a while, Ren Shaoyang opened his eyes.

My stomach started churning and gurgling.

He looked up at the moon climbing up the treetops, stretched his body, and then, laden with his spoils, leaped down, his iron spike touching the ground, and sped down the mountain.
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"Wow~!"

A bucket of water splashed down, washing away the mud off Ren Shaoyang, who was wearing shorts and washing himself by the stream.

"Crippled man, your injury healed way too fast!"

Hongxiu was behind him, struggling to wash his body. She was panting and chattering away.

A week after the three escaped.

Ren Shaoyang's skin was still fair, except for a few hideous scars on his chest. His figure had become more and more agile. His legs were now mostly healed. Apart from still being a little lame, he no longer had any major problems with movement.

"Haha, isn't it better if it gets better quickly?" the young man laughed.

"Of course!" Hongxiu said cheerfully, then picked up the bucket, ran to the stream, fetched another bucket of water, and ran back.

"Wow~!"

It got soaked.

"Cool!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily and stretched. Strangely enough, although he was just stretching, it had a certain charm and was very harmonious.

Hongxiu looked at him with her eyes, and suddenly her small face came closer.

Ren Shaoyang paused, turned around and said in surprise, "Little beggar, why are you so close?"

Under the moonlight and shimmering water, the girl's delicate features were clearly visible. These days, Ren Shaoyang had been hunting constantly, and the three of them had no shortage of meat. The little beggar's originally thin face had become slightly rounder, turning into an oval face, and her eyes were now even more lively.

"Crippled man, why are your movements so graceful?"

"I practice martial arts, so of course my movements look good when they're coordinated!"

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, then suddenly shook his body like a husky, splashing water droplets all over Hongxiu.

"Ouch!" Hongxiu glared at him angrily as the water splashed on her, shouting, "You cripple, you damn cripple!"

Ren Shaoyang laughed heartily, leaned on his iron skewer, and went to the campfire to get busy. The aroma of roasted meat slowly wafted over.

Hongxiu immediately perked up, hastily wiped the water droplets from her head and face, and came over with a grin, saying, "Good cripple!"

Ren Shaoyang pushed her away with a look of disgust: "Get away, you're drooling!"

"No way!"

Just then, a thunderous sound was suddenly heard, which lasted for a long time before subsiding. It came from inside Hongxiu's belly.

Hongxiu was stunned. Ren Shaoyang looked left and right and asked in surprise, "Thunder? Where is the thunder? Ouch!" He had just received a punch in the stomach from Hongxiu.

Although it didn't hurt, he stopped arguing with her and shared half of the pheasant with her. The two of them ate it together.

Although there were no toppings, and Ren Shaoyang's barbecue skills were really bad, some parts were burnt and some parts were still bloody.

But in this godforsaken place, being able to eat meat felt like the most delicious food in the world. They looked at each other and smiled, their eyes filled with satisfied joy.

What about Ding'an?

In the blink of an eye, the pheasant was completely devoured, and the remaining half of the grilled fish and a chicken leg were all carefully collected by Hongxiu. When Ren Shaoyang asked, she replied, "I've been practicing my knife skills since I came back from the tavern."

“…Um…” Ren Shaoyang paused, “Should I not have revealed who his enemy is?”

Hongxiu didn't understand and said with a puzzled look, "He was almost going crazy at the time. Wouldn't it be a good thing if you told his enemy?"

After a long silence, Ren Shaoyang sighed and said, "But now he goes to the tavern every day to do odd jobs just to find out about Feilong. When he comes back, he doesn't eat or drink and practices his sword like crazy, as if he's possessed."

Hongxiu still didn't understand, but she held up the wrapped roasted food in her hand and said like a treasure, "It's okay, I'll bring it to him to eat!"

Ren Shaoyang looked at the little beggar whose eyes were shining brightly in the firelight, opened his mouth, but still didn't say anything.

The stars were shining brightly that night, and the two of them lay on the ground by the stream, under the open sky.

Ren Shaoyang pointed to the moon and stars in the sky, rambling on about myths and legends.

Hongxiu heard this and started shouting and chattering like a sparrow.

A moment later, I suddenly heard a snoring sound next to me. I turned around and saw that Little Beggar was leaning on my shoulder, fast asleep, his little mouth open and snoring softly.

Ren Shaoyang chuckled, carried her on his back, and started walking home, leaning on the iron crowbar.

Just then, a voice filled with despair and resentment rang out.

"You're lying to me! This sword technique is impossible to learn, impossible!"

By the faint starlight, Ding An emerged from the woods, his tone full of doubt.

"This swordsmanship is fake!"

(End of this chapter)