The corner gives the wooden martial arts master, whose martial arts are equivalent to a harem.

Inside the waiting hall, Xiang Bofu, with his imposing figure resembling a rockery, attracted the attention of passersby from time to time.

However, he was already used to these secretly amazed looks, so he didn't seem restrained or constrained.

He carried a bag on his back and several other bags, making the most of the supplies Zhuge Jing had bought, intending to take them back for further use.

What an honest and frugal person. He must also be secretly shedding tears of regret for the resources in the heart of Shennongjia that had been drained of their nutrients by the tree demons.

"Senior Sister Ling, Little Gu, see you next time." After waving to the two of them, he admired Gu Chuanhen with the look of someone appreciating an outstanding achievement. He couldn't help but pat Gu Chuanhen on the shoulder, his tone of satisfaction, "It's perfect. You can brag about how I sculpted your muscles for the rest of your life."

Why is this speech using inverted sentences?

"I only remember the even more hellish training." Gu Chuanhen, who had undergone the brutal training, did not develop any psychological trauma. He just muttered in a low voice as if he had "burned out," "Although this hellish training made me grow to 173 cm in height in a short time, I still can't bear to recall what kind of trials I went through during this period."

Fortunately, he pulled through.

On the second-to-last day before the start of the new semester, Gu Chuanhen's two-month-long "basic intensive training" finally came to a perfect end.

He mastered the basics of all three complementary boxing techniques, and his muscles transformed into what Xiang Bofu described as "Pink ProMAX muscles" that combined "specialized endurance, strength, and explosiveness." To use an Ultraman analogy, it was like Ultraman Tiga in his composite suit, radiating golden light—the kind of effect that made him a force to be reckoned with after reaching the Ming Jin realm, surpassing even those with less muscle mass.

Ling Feixing, on the other hand, traveled light, picking out some food for the train and taking nothing else. She also waved to Xiang Bofu.

"After you go to the National Academy of Sciences, remember to send me Master Monkey's examination data and the data on the two tree demon seeds that you found that didn't sprout."

After a century of wasted time, the Monkey King, who had finally reached the level of a god, and the two tree demon seeds found by Xiang Bofu were both taken to the National Academy of Sciences by special personnel and plane the next day. It is unknown what kind of research they will conduct thereafter.

"Okay, senior sister, my car is almost here, I'll head out now." Xiang Bofu waved and walked into the ticket check queue.

"Yeah, take care." "See you next time, bro."

After seeing Xiang Bofu off, Ling Feixing and Gu Chuanhen sat on the seats in the waiting room to wait for their train to Huangshan.

The two looked at the train schedule display screen in perfect unison.

Then Fei Xing spoke first.

"Chuanhen, what are your thoughts on 'cohabitation'?" "What do you mean? Teacher, are you going to live with me?"

One wanted to be more subtle, while the other, like Wreck-It Ralph, directly tore off the veneer of subtlety.

Seeing that Gu Chuanhen could speak without hesitation, Ling Feixing decided to get straight to the point.

"Yes, I'll have to live with you, and I'll rent a spacious place in Kurama City for us to live together. That way, you won't have to transfer schools, and it will be convenient for you to go home to visit your family on weekends."

Gu Chuanhen raised his right index finger and placed it next to the bridge of his nose, and began to ponder deeply.

At the same time, based on urban fantasy novels such as "Living with an Arrogant Flight Attendant," "Living with a Beautiful School Flower," and "My Twenty-Six-Year-Old Landlady," my mind generated ten or even nine parts unrealistic and absurd fantasies.

"So, are we going to sleep in the same bed?" he asked cautiously.

Ling Feixing glanced sideways at Gu Chuanhen: "Kid, you're dreaming."

"I can't even think about it?"

"You can't even think about it, thinking about it is a sin."

"Teacher, you looked a lot like Joey Wong just now." "Huh? Really? I'm nowhere near as pitiful as Joey Wong, haha."

"Why not?" Gu Chuanhen looked seriously at Ling Feixing's profile.

The graceful yet heroic spirit is like the cold glint of a sword, as if the portrait of the beautiful woman washing herself by the river in "A Chinese Ghost Story" has become the image of a peerless female knight revealing her tenderness.

"Well, in return, you're quite like Tony Leung." Ling Feixing and Gu Chuanhen locked eyes.

"Huh? Really? I'm nowhere near as charming as Tony Leung, haha." Gu Chuanhen tilted his head back at a 45-degree angle, just like Shin-chan, revealing the back of his head and his profile, and grinned foolishly.

"It's because of your eyes. Sometimes you look at the toilet with such deep affection." Ling Feixing smiled. "Later I noticed that you almost always have that kind of look in your eyes when you're quiet. It might not be very attractive to sixteen or seventeen-year-old girls, but it's just right for more mature women."

When she said this, it was as if she were saying, "High notes are sweet, mid notes are accurate, low notes are deep; in short, they are clear and resonant." It was quite insightful.

A moment later, they both laughed.

"Actually, you want me to practice martial arts every day after I finish my studies, right?" Gu Chuanhen, with his unchanging smile, revealed what Ling Feixing was thinking.

Ling Feixing nodded: "That's right, because I think Xiaojing's assessment of you is accurate."

"What evaluation?" Gu Chuanhen didn't react in time.

Ling Feixing remembered it clearly: "Wuqu and Po Jun, those with Po Jun in their Destiny Palace will make great achievements when the time, place and people are in harmony. But to make great achievements, they must first 'fire refine the golden edge'. For us martial artists, the most common way to 'fire refine the golden edge' is to go into battle."

"Actually, the most important thing is that I believe you must have a connection with 'Zhenwu', either as a reincarnation or an incarnation. After all, that trip to Shennongjia showed me the future of martial arts."

The guardian deity of martial artists and sword immortals, the True Martial Emperor.

Since Zhenwu has come to this world, perhaps it is because He pities us martial artists who have not yet opened up the path ahead, so He has come to lend us a helping hand.

Since He has come to this world, He should be about to embark on a grand and sweeping destiny, a destiny concerning us martial artists.

Oh, thank goodness I didn't say such a cringeworthy thing out loud. Otherwise, I really would have dug my toes into the ground and ruined my shoes and the floor.

This brought Fei Xing's innermost thoughts to an abrupt halt.

Hmm, Zhenwu? Me? What are you laughing at? The person who created me was just a bunch of clones called "Qin Yuelou"—】

Gala jumped up and down.

Huh? Is it really appropriate for you to so casually reveal your background?

Gu Chuanhen was somewhat baffled. His confusion wasn't about the self-destructing truck in the back alley, but rather about Ling Feixing's interpretation.

How did I end up with Zhenwu? It was clearly some kind of cheat code that turned the Great Sage's power-up into an external cheat for me.

However, in a sense, the Great Sage's Chopping Hook is actually a kind of cheat, and I am indeed someone who comes with a cheat.

Oh well, let it be a misunderstanding. It's only natural to overthink things in that situation. In fact, I think it's quite impressive that I can accept such a bizarre premise.

A simple thought flashed through his mind, and Gu Chuanhen said, "Then what should I do if I still have to do my homework? That would be a waste of time."

"The fact that you don't have to do your summer homework is already a blatant privilege I'm granting you, in order to lay a solid foundation for your studies. I won't be giving you any more privileges for the rest of your academic journey."

So you can practice while you write. After all, Bo Fu helped me shorten the 'body tempering' time, so you can practice the Three-Body Stance more and toughen your body less. However, to ensure your body is strong, I will add some restraints to your body that won't interfere with your homework.”

"I'll just have to accept my fate," Gu Chuanhen resigned himself to it.

After waiting for a while, the train to Huangshan was about to arrive. The two walked into the ticket queue and embarked on their "eat and shop" journey back.

First, we returned to Hongcun and covered all the furniture and decorations in the wooden house with tarpaulins to prevent dust. Then we sprinkled some camphor balls and some realgar powder for repelling snakes. After packing our bags, we went to the station to wait for the train to Kurama City.

During this time, Ling Feixing contacted his network of contacts and, taking precautions, rented a detached villa at the foot of the mountain with a soundproof basement and a spacious courtyard.

The train swayed and rattled, carrying Gu Chuanhen back to his hometown, which he had been away from for two months.

The roar of the steam horn and the thick smoke obscuring the scenery outside the window revealed the face of my hometown when the wind blew it away.

As Gu Chuanhen stepped out of the station, he looked at the pedestrians around him, took the lead, and led the way to the side of the street, waving his hand.

A red-painted Xiali stopped in front of him. After he sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt, he revealed his destination.

"To Shannan Residential Area." "Which gate?" "The alleyway opposite the Textile Factory Station." "Okay."

Then Gu Chuanhen turned around and looked at Ling Feixing.

"I don't think my parents will agree to me practicing martial arts with you so easily, so Teacher Ling, you need to be prepared to persuade them." He deliberately avoided the word "cohabitation," which would evoke the taxi driver's imagination.

But the taxi driver was still drawn to it.

"Teacher Ling?" The taxi driver was a little surprised. He turned around and took a closer look at Ling Feixing, then shouted excitedly.

"Wow! No wonder it looked so familiar. It really is you, Professor Ling! My wife is a big fan of yours. We still have the videotape of you and your classmates competing against each other in 2005."

In 2005, seven years ago, Ling Feixing, who was almost twenty years old, dominated his peers with overwhelming force. However, in the same year, he also suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Chu Ci, who was also twenty years old.

She thought that she, as the first in the second round of the 100-person competition in the 1990s, could surpass the first in the first round of the 100-person competition in the 1990s. However, she never expected that the shadow of her autism would linger in her mind for seven years.

The teacher nodded slightly with a reserved air, and replied with an impeccably polite smile, "Thank you, Master."

As we all know, the terms "master" and "teacher" have different meanings. The former refers to someone who works in any profession, while the latter refers to someone who is a mentor who has been nurtured for a long time.

The atmosphere was lively throughout the journey, thanks to the driver's chatter, which made Fei Xing approachable and down-to-earth. After arriving at the destination, the driver symbolically collected the starting fare and only asked for an autograph and a photo.

After saying goodbye to the cheerful driver, Gu Chuanhen looked at Ling Feixing and reiterated his words with some trepidation.

"I don't think my parents will agree to me practicing martial arts with you so easily, so you need to be prepared to persuade them, Teacher."

-

"Living together and learning martial arts? No problem! We can go to boarding school on weekends, honey. What do you think?"

The person who said this was Mr. Gu Letian, Gu Chuanhen's father. His features do indeed resemble the actor who played Yang Guo, but with a slightly tanned complexion. Only Gu Letian is a bit darker.

He looked greasy, and his clothes were a bit bigger than when we met two months ago. He had obviously been eating well these past few months and had gained some weight, so he no longer needed to cut back on his clothes.

Ms. Li Motong nodded repeatedly: "I think it's fine. By the way, Professor Ling, you provide meals, right?"

This woman's eyebrows and eyes bear a striking resemblance to the actress who played Little Dragon Girl. She is somewhat thin, but compared to the last time I saw her, her face is fuller, so she obviously doesn't need to diet anymore.

The couple are both middle school Chinese teachers, though from the same school but in different grade levels. They share three commonalities as teachers: first, neither wants to be a homeroom teacher anymore, therefore they don't receive any homeroom teacher subsidies; second, they insist on not running tutoring classes.

Firstly, very few people offer tutoring for subjects like Chinese, and secondly, both of them disliked the tutoring model.

The third commonality is that they all refuse to accept gifts and have no other contact with students' parents besides education.

It was precisely this shared trait that brought the two together and led to their marriage. Their relationship is also very good.

However, it was precisely because of this commonality that the couple did not live as comfortably as other teachers, and they did not have extra supplies to supplement Gu Chuanhen's meals.

Not to mention he has a younger sister at home. Although she doesn't eat as much as Gu Chuanhen, she can still eat three or four times more than other girls her age. After all, Gu Qiongqiu's physique is slightly stronger than the average person, but not enough to be selected as one of the top 100.

So the family lived a life that was not poor, but not very wealthy either.

"Yes, yes, we'll take care of it." Ling Feixing immediately saw through the couple's thoughts. They wanted to save on food expenses.

She hadn't expected things to go so smoothly, and was just about to say something else.

Then, unexpected complications arose.

"I disagree! I object!" Gu Qiongqiu, the younger sister who will be starting high school, jumped up from the sofa to object.

"My brother is leaving, who will read my science fiction novels? My parents don't approve of hard science fiction anyway."

"Qiongqiu" means that autumn has come to an end and spring is about to arrive. Like the name "Gu Chuanhen," it comes from a poem by Qin Guan. However, "Gu Chuanhen" is from the poem "Queqiao Xian: Qianyun Nongqiao," while "Qiongqiu" comes from the line "Xiaoyin Wulai Si Qiongqiu" in the poem "Huanxi Sha: Momo Qinghan Shang Xiaolou."

The former was obtained by Louis Koo, and the latter by Li Motong.

Ling Feixing replied, "You can bring your science fiction novels to visit on Saturdays and Sundays. I'll provide you with three meals a day, as well as snacks and drinks. You don't have to worry about gaining weight; I'll help you work out. Do you think you can underestimate a martial artist who can become your free personal fitness coach? Also, I'll be your reader and read your hard science fiction."

"Then I have no objection." Gu Qiongqiu obediently sat back on the sofa, kicking Gu Chuanhen's shin with his foot. "You'd better practice martial arts with your teacher properly. Try not to come back if you can avoid it."

"You switched sides so easily?" Gu Chuanhen rolled his eyes at his sister. "I thought our sibling bond would make you cry and beg your teacher to let me stay."

Gu Qiongqiu said earnestly, "Brother, we're not children anymore. We're about to become adults. I'll get married and you'll get married in the future. So this is about letting go appropriately. This is about being tender and affectionate in small matters, and letting go in big matters. Letting go like this is good for both of us."

"Don't worry, if you get married in the future, I'll check if your future husband can fight. If he can't, then don't even think about marrying you," Gu Chuanhen said in a cheeky tone.

Then your sister will probably be alone forever, bro.

"Just wait and see if I switch sides and side with the bride when you get married, and that'll be the end of it."

That was very lively.

To be honest, these two are definitely siblings; they're both quite talkative.

The couple standing to the side nodded apologetically to Ling Feixing.

Ling Feixing waved his hand to indicate that it was alright, watching the interaction between the siblings with a smile in his heart.

The unintentional argument gradually subsided, and the two tacitly changed their wording.

"So, what are we having for dinner tonight?" "Stir-fried dried tofu with chili peppers, we both love it." "I think that's a good idea." "Okay."

Only after the two stopped arguing did Ling Feixing speak leisurely.

"Well, since you all agree, let's start from the start of the semester. I'll get some training supplies these next few days. Chuanhen, you should also rest well at home. You didn't have much fun during the two-month summer vacation. As The Shining said, if you only work and don't play, even a clever Jack can make a fool of himself."

"Have a good time these next couple of days, consider it making up for some of your summer vacation time." After saying this, Ling Feixing smiled subtly at the family before adding to Gu Chuanhen, "I'll pick you up after the opening ceremony to help you find your way around."

After saying that, she walked out the door as if nothing had happened, instead of jumping from the third floor to the first floor.

Once Ling Feixing left.

Gu Letian and Li Motong then looked at Gu Chuanhen together.

After looking Gu up and down, Lao Gu pinched Gu Chuanhen's arm.

"Hey, not bad, really hard. Come on, son, take off your clothes and let your dad see how well you've built up your physique."

Gu Chuanhen turned his head away, striking a pose: "Next, it's time to witness a miracle."

"Yes, you've grown quite a bit taller. It's already a miracle that you're no longer 1.6 meters tall." Li Motong gestured to Ming Gu Chuanhen's height, her face beaming with a smile.

"Now that you mention it..." Gu Letian hadn't finished speaking.

"What the hell?!" he suddenly shouted.

As Gu Chuanhen removed his clothes, he revealed the incredibly powerful muscles sculpted by Xiang Bofu, resembling a winged tiger descending a mountain, its killing intent slashing wildly like an alien.

"Holy crap?!" The couple were so shocked by Gu Chuanhen's exquisitely perfect muscles that they cursed.

It's not a massive, bulky muscle mass, but each muscle line is like a rock meticulously sculpted by a master, transforming into a powerful and beautiful ancient Greek sculpture. The veins bulge out like earthworms wriggling under the skin. This sculpture, named "Ancient Tragedy," is alive.

These are muscles that clearly belong to a martial artist. Although they are well-defined and have a stretchy texture like beef jerky, they become solid and robust with the humming and shouting. What is even more eye-catching are the inverted triangles that look like two wings from the front, and the trapezius muscles that arch like miniature hills.

Ancient legends say that he resembles a king of trapezius muscles with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs.

Then he imitated a bodybuilder's pose and did a back-spreading pose.

"Ah Zhen, are you serious?" Gu Qiongqiu circled around behind Gu Chuanhen.

"Holy crap?! Dude, you have a face on your back!"

Upon hearing this, the parents immediately turned around and stood behind them.

"Wow—that's an angry look!" the couple exclaimed in unison.

In the eyes of the three.

The trapezius muscle resembles the brow ridge, the posterior deltoid muscle resembles a drooping, long eyebrow, and the infraspinatus, teres major and minor, and rhomboid muscles together form a wrinkled nose and angry eyes.

Furthermore, the latissimus dorsi muscle, along with the latissimus dorsi fascia, external oblique muscle, and gluteus medius muscle, together form a shape that seems to be making a humming or hawing sound.

Gu Chuanhen's back face resembled that of a fierce and wrathful Vajra warrior.

"This is so cool!!" The parents and younger sister exclaimed in unison, as if watching a nonsensical movie.

Xiang Bofu was right; he could brag about those muscles for a lifetime.

Then, the mother hugged her son tightly.

She choked up a little.

"He's handsome. And very capable. But..."

You must have endured a lot of hardship to get to this level.

For some reason, Gu Chuanhen felt a lump in his throat, and then spoke up in a loud and boisterous manner.

"No way, Teacher Ling said I'm the reincarnation of Zhenwu, so this achievement is just a piece of cake."

He didn't want his family to worry about how much suffering he had endured, so he said it on purpose.

Gu Letian and Gu Qiongqiu exchanged a glance, smiled slightly, and then hugged Gu Chuanhen together.

"If you're tired, come back and rest. We'll ask your teacher for leave," the father said.

My sister said, "I'll give you all the good food, so you'll have to thank me!"

"Yes, I know."

Gu Chuanhen enjoyed the warmth of home.

-

"Ah, how heartwarming."

Bajiquan is not overly frenzied.

"Yes, the flavor of life lies in the warmth and comfort of everyday moments."

The Great Sage's splitting of the sword revealed a kind and gentle bodhisattva-like demeanor.

"It's so heartwarming, I almost don't want anyone to 'destroy' it, haha—"

The words of Bajiquan made Dasheng Pigua feel something was wrong.

But then a certain power, a power that could beat the world into whatever shape it wanted, dispelled the Great Sage's suspicions about the cleaver.

However, Da Sheng Pi Gua still sensed something was amiss.

"What did you just say?"

The Great Sage Splits and Hangs, Gazing at Bajiquan.

"Hehe, so you must have a problem with your ears, you're just saying—"

The Great Sage's intuition was wrong, for he could no longer hear any further words, nor could he see any trace of Bajiquan.

"No! Gu Chuanhen! Watch out for Bajiquan! She's up to no good!"

The sound of the Great Sage's cleaving attack, without the world being imbued with the power of spiritual energy, ultimately failed to reach Gu Chuanhen's eyes.

Gu Chuanhen should have seen this conversation, but—that 'power' made him unable to see it, nor could he remember ever having had it.

In reality...

A woman appears in full view of everyone, yet is ignored, as if she were a ghost.

Or rather, he's a boxing demon.

The Fist Demon surveyed the world like an innocent elf wandering in the mountains and fields, lingering in every corner.

At school, she saw textbooks for all subjects: biology, language arts, physics, chemistry...

At the internet cafe, she saw many games: Dark Souls, Dungeon Fighter Online (DNF), Fantasy Heroes, MapleStory, Legend of Mir...

In the bookstore, she saw many novels: *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*, *Dream of the Red Chamber*, *Journey to the West*, *Investiture of the Gods*, *Water Margin*, and more...

In the human world, she witnessed all walks of life. Students went to school, adults went to work, breakfast vendors lined the school gates, and the streets were bustling with traffic and crowds, all striving for a living and a future.

This is different from the era she remembers.

In the past, there was no such peace and tranquility. In the past, there was only the fighting of boxing styles entering Tianjin and the fighting of boxing styles entering Foshan. Southern and Northern boxing styles fought to the death for the title of number one. There was only battlefield combat, Jianghu feuds, and martial arts grudges. All of these things were not as peaceful as they are now.

"Hehe, the stage will be set up soon, hahaha, but it still needs to absorb some more worldly wisdom before it's ready."

Louis Koo has brought me to such a wonderful era.

Well, thank you so much.

"Then I'll like you even more, hee hee—"

Bajiquan's favorability +1.

Current favorability rating: 55/100 (Likes).