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

The chaotic mind seemed to be cleaved open by a giant axe, revealing a sliver of clarity. Like the wisdom of Bodhi, after the chaos was broken, it transformed into wind and rain, nourishing the barren fields of the heart and the desolate sea within the mind.

When the child opened his eyes again, he could no longer see the boy's outstanding figure, but only saw a middle-aged woman standing in front of him, protecting him.

"Mother... Mother." Almost like a child learning to speak, the foolish child's hesitation turned into fluency. "Master... Master."

Zhong Tianfu's pupils dilated and contracted slightly, as if a huge shock from her soul had affected her already weathered state of mind.

"Hmm." She accepted the address and extended her hand to the mentally challenged child.

Although the child did not understand the meaning, he still grasped the hand of his master and foster mother in a daze.

When he was still an infant, he was entrusted to Zhong Tianfu with a responsibility that was "better than entrusting an orphan to someone else." Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, and only now, with the help of that extraordinary person, has the child opened his mind and gained wisdom.

I don't ask that he can open up any fundamental laws for the Linggen Sect. I just hope that he can be healthy, happy, and self-reliant.

As for letting the mentally challenged child master the martial arts and techniques of the Spirit Root Sect? Let's take it slow. In the end, we won't be too worried. At least this child is no longer considered a "mentally challenged child".

Anyway, there's still plenty of time.

Zhong Tianfu, who is over 180 years old, revealed a gentle smile.

"Are you hungry, silly child? Let your teacher take you to eat something delicious."

"Hmm... Hmm." The child's mind and heart, which were gradually being nourished, were no longer as foolish as before. Although he was still a little slow, it was better than before.

"What should we eat...something delicious?" "Anything you like is delicious." "Then...I want to eat Master's cooking."

"But Master doesn't want to cook today. Master wants to have some wine because Master is very happy today."

"Well, alright then, if Master is happy, I'll be happy too." The simple-minded child grinned broadly.

Zhong Tianfu laughed heartily: "Haha, if you're happy, then Master will be happy too."

"Then I will be happy every day from now on," the child said, expressing his simple thoughts.

As long as you are happy every day, your master will be happy too.

"Then you must be happy every day!"

The middle-aged woman, accompanied by her adopted son and disciple, walked out of the Spirit Root Sect.

Both the child and the woman crossed that threshold.

Both the woman and the child saw the midday sun.

I did not witness any executions at the execution ground, nor did I see any officials abusing their power or causing widespread suffering. Everything I had seen in the past had vanished into thin air under the sunlight.

All of this will become commonplace.

"The weather is so nice today." Zhong Tianfu nodded slightly.

She has already bought a pot of wine and is now waiting for the future.

The child, on the other hand, ate with refined manners, embracing the future.

-

Having repaid the Linggen Sect, Gu Chuanhen had already embarked on his journey again.

The already supersonic speed was further boosted by the twenty-four Heavenly Bones, increasing to over ten meters per second.

He is hundreds of times faster than the cherry blossoms falling at five centimeters per second. At this speed, with his indestructible physique, he could easily kill the adulterous couple under the cherry blossom tree like a dump truck, and then send them to another world to become a hero and a mage.

The scenery along the way seemed to rush backwards, as if afraid of being killed by Gu Chuanhen.

"You're filled with hatred, aren't you afraid that once this foolish child's mind is opened, he'll turn bad?"

Bajiquan asked with slight concern as he hurried on his journey.

Gu Chuanhen shook his head and swallowed a mouthful of northwest wind.

However, despite his indestructible physique, his lips remained unaffected, and he continued to speak clearly and accurately.

"Have you read 'Xiao Cui' from 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio'?"

In that TV series, the story of Wang Yuanfeng, a fool played by the ageless male god, and Xiao Cui, a fox spirit played by Li Bingbing, truly made Gu Chuanhen feel a pang of sorrow.

"I admit that I have indeed watched a lot of modern entertainment works, and the 'Xiao Cui' from 'Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio' did make me feel somewhat worried."

Bajiquan, why have you become so long-winded? And why don't you speak the language of the strong anymore? I really find it very difficult to understand your words!

You've already filled in the gaps in the section on strong language; adding any more would really lead to over-excitement and fatigue.

Gu Chuanhen did not pay attention to the fact that Bajiquan does not speak the language of the strong; he merely responded to Bajiquan's concerns.

"There is no definitive conclusion about whether human nature is good or evil, because both sides have their reasons, but I believe in one thing."

"What is it?" Bajiquan asked.

"Regardless of whether one's nature is good or evil, the environment and education will influence this nature. If one is born into a normal environment in the eyes of the public, then even if one's nature is evil, it can be corrected. At least the correction on the surface is still correction. As long as a person does not kill to satisfy their nature, it is a good thing."

If a born killer were born into a properly educated environment, then I think the worst thing that would happen to him is that he would simply want to use his nature to bypass the law and punish evildoers.

While the forensic pathologist protagonist certainly challenged public order and morality, at least he chose to kill bad guys, so in my opinion, this behavior wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Gu Chuanhen couldn't help but think of the TV series "Dexter" which had a famous meme that went viral: "Supreme, Mother F○○ker".

"But if a kind-hearted person is born into a bad environment, that person will probably suffer a lot, because that person knows that what they are doing is wrong, but they still have to do it in order to 'survive'."

Bajiquan is empathizing.

Empathy is a good thing because people who possess empathy have both compassion and sympathy; even if someone is bad, they probably won't be too bad.

"So try to trust Senior Zhong Tianfu. She will definitely be able to raise the mentally challenged child into someone who won't be too bad. Besides, I also believe that the mentally challenged child's nature is not bad."

"I hope so," Bajiquan said noncommittally, then added.

"A villain without ability can't stir up much trouble, but if a villain can command the wind and rain, then those who are less capable than the villain will suffer."

"Nobody disagrees, so if we want to prevent bad guys from causing trouble, we have to make sure that good guys and bad guys can both wield power. At least that way, bad guys will be hesitant to act."

But the concept of "good" and "bad" is very complex. Even though I'm only sixteen, I know that the world isn't simply black and white. Judging things solely by good and bad is too simplistic; we have to analyze each case individually.

Gu Chuanhen shook his head and said in a mature tone, "The adult world is too complicated."

But then he chuckled.

"Oh? Louis Koo, what's the point of just laughing like that?"

Bajiquan countered with a question.

"I laugh at myself for worrying about things that don't concern me. I'm a martial artist, after all. Since I'm already a martial artist, why should I care about so many other things? When I see injustice, I should shout and take action when necessary, isn't that enough?"

I can't control everything, but I must take care of what I can. If I encounter something I can manage but don't do something about it, I'll toss and turn and won't be able to sleep.

So, as long as I can be at peace with myself, that's enough.

As for how complicated things might become in the future, my first priority will always be to have a clear conscience, and then I will analyze each case individually.

Gu Chuanhen explained his thoughts with a simple, honest smile.

"Hmph, haha, that's exactly what I like about you, Louis Koo. You're not too long-winded, and I really like that."

Bajiquan responded with a simple, honest laugh.

With their hearts and minds united, Gu Chuanhen and Bajiquan both revealed smiles that were no longer so manic.

As they charged forward once more, Gu Chuanhen caught a glimpse of several large armies galloping towards a mountain range surrounded by water, kicking up dust and sand.

【Oh? So this world also has a place like Liangshan Marsh? Hmm, let me see. Oh? The eighteen rebel armies are heading to Liangshan in this world to discuss and decide on a leader for the anti-barbarian coalition?】

Ah, let me take another look. Oh dear, as expected, someone has ulterior motives. It's true that they've discussed who will be the future emperor, but it's also true that they've discussed who will be the future emperor.

It seems that while Louis Koo's ideas have spread, there are still people who don't accept them.

Louis Koo, don't you want to join in the "fun"?

The narration from that corner came at just the right time.

Gu Chuanhen reconsidered and slowed down.

"Gala, tell me about the current situation of the uprising."

During your seven days at the Spirit Root Gate, the barbarian rebels have successively conquered large swathes of barbarian territory. The raging fire of war has spread so far that only the barbarian capital remains unconquered.

Well, it's right that it wasn't conquered. After all, with the difficulty increasing fourfold, the Man Dynasty's top expert, Emperor Long Qian, could single-handedly withstand an army of ten thousand. As for the old monsters behind Emperor Long Qian, they were even more deeply involved inside.

Emperor Long Qian and those old monsters, whose identities I'll keep secret for now, are waiting for your arrival.

The corner didn't say much, but it was enough. As for his earth-shattering battle with Emperor Long Qian and the old monster, Gu Chuanhen didn't pay much attention.

His current focus is still on the situation of the rebel army.

The current situation is nothing more than the eighteen rebel armies knowing that the capital is difficult to attack, and they are about to gather all their strength to take it down.

The bad news is that some of them want to backtrack.

This is absolutely unacceptable.

It is said that Gu Chuanhen and Nalan Yuanshu fought to the death to give the people of this world their ideals. If someone else were to become emperor, the situation would be no less terrible than Yuan Shikai stealing the fruits of the revolution.

Then, Gu Chuanhen, whose figure had already stopped, headed towards the mountains surrounded by water.

He walked very slowly, but his determination remained unchanged.

Gu Chuanhen was determined to advance at such a slow pace so that those people would know.

He was deeply saddened by the fact that the ancient legend was about to arrive.

We must nip the theft of the fruit in the bud.

As long as one has the people at heart and treats people as human beings, then anyone can be a wise ruler. However, it is absolutely unacceptable for another emperor to sit on that throne.

Before the young man, there was neither wind nor sand, nor rain, while the eighteen rebel armies were like a sea of ​​people, stationed outside the marsh.

Each of the rebel leaders led three to five personal guards, some carrying swords and knives, others with long weapons covered in sharp edges, who were then carried by their followers onto small boats, which were then rowed by boatmen towards the green hills in the center of the marsh.

Suddenly someone spoke up, and then one after another, they clasped their hands in a gesture of respect, bowed slightly to show their reverence, and uttered a respectful title.

"Master Gu!" "Master Gu!" "Master Gu!" "Master Gu!"...

All these kinds of expressions reveal individual personalities through punctuation marks, whether calm or excited, trembling or thrilled, and so on.

Gu Chuanhen greeted him with a leisurely stroll, and Gu Chuanhen, without any airs, bowed slightly and returned the greeting with clasped hands.

He strolled along until he reached the shore of the lake, where a calm, still expanse of blue water stretched out before him.

The water ripples and flows endlessly, the waves crash and shimmer in the sunlight, as if bright white stars have fallen into the water.

The middle-aged man, who looked kind, was dressed in armor and armed, with guards following him.

Even those in the position of chief still need to wait for the boatman to row them back and forth.

Seeing Gu Chuanhen arrive, the middle-aged man tried to get on his good side by bowing.

"With the Venerable Elder Gu before me, I am Zhang Shao, and I am honored to serve as..."

[This person wants to be emperor.] A thoughtful and concise statement from Ga La.

Gu Chuanhen waved his hand dismissively: "You harbor treacherous intentions and plot to restore the monarchy. You are not worthy to greet me. Shut up."

Zhang Shao's face turned pale, and the guards beside him also looked grim.

They couldn't win by fighting, after all, Gu Chuanhen had indeed killed Nalan Yuanshu's men.

However, it would be somewhat incompetent not to speak up for the leader.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, he could only suppress his ugly expression, which only made him a laughing stock in the eyes of others.

【The other two faction leaders who are waiting for the ship also want to become emperors.】Gala became considerate again.

"Tsk, why do so many people want to be emperor?"

Even Bajiquan (a style of Chinese martial arts) became dissatisfied.

Gu Chuanhen glanced at the other rebel leaders waiting for the ship, his expression showing considerable dissatisfaction.

"I'm fucking speechless. I fought and died for the people, removing three mountains, and you three leaders of the forces on this ship all want to restore the old order?" He didn't care about giving face or not, and directly launched a general attack.

Now, more people have unpleasant expressions. If everyone has an unpleasant expression, then no one will have a pleasant expression.

He didn't want to force others to accept his ideas, because if he used his domineering mindset to force others to accept his ideas, such behavior would be no different from that of the dictators in dystopian works.

Overthrowing dictators in the course of history is already extremely difficult, but in technologically advanced worldviews, it would be even more difficult to overthrow their rule.

However, if the dictator is the one who attributes power to himself, the situation will only become more difficult and dangerous.

A revolutionary has two guns in his hand. One gun must be pointed at the enemy, while the other gun must be pointed at himself.

Ancient people hate being dictators, so they won't force everyone to accept them.

He only knows how to use brute force to deal with dissent.

If you want to know what martial arts techniques are, isn't that simple?

He gave the three commanders waiting for the ship a disgruntled look.

He has already headed towards the water's edge.

When they saw the surface of the pond rippling even though there was no wind, it seemed as if a dragon was stirring up the water at the bottom, giving them a warning.

But Gu Chuanhen had already stepped onto the water's surface as if walking on flat ground.

Legend has it that Bodhidharma needed a reed to cross the river, but the ancient legend says that he did not rely on any external aids and walked on water by himself.

After taking seven steps, Gu Chuanhen glanced briefly at the water. Yet his gaze was distant, as if he could see beneath the surface.

Then he whispered something, but no one could hear what he said.

But if the words come true, the water surface will be as smooth as a mirror and there will be no further movement.

He walked slowly, step by step, with his hands behind his back, wading through the water towards the distant mountains.

Looking at him again, there was only a little water on the soles of his shoes.

On the shore, a skilled lip reader with exceptional eyesight gazed into the distance and translated the ancient, heartbreaking line.

"Move again and I'll kill you."

Who are you going to kill? Are you going to kill the water? Or what?

-

The ancient legend says that with each step, a slight tremor is transmitted downwards through the water ripples.

Each step taken is like practicing a martial art, etched into one's very bones.

The three fists combined to form a heaven-reaching fist technique, with each punch originating from the soles of the feet and transmitting power downwards.

The serpentine monster, yet to transform into a dragon, was enormous; the small boat before it was as thin as a leaf.

But the giant monster was trembling, yet dared not move, pitiful and helpless in a contradictory way.