Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

As usual, outsiders had to pay three coins to enter the city; but the gatekeepers always turned a blind eye to any martial arts practitioners carrying knives or swords.

Arriving at the entrance of a restaurant, he unfurled the tiger skin and laid it on the ground, shouting in a booming voice, "Take a look! A freshly skinned tiger, the fur is even and the skin is tough, not a single tear—if you miss it today, you'll probably have to pay double next time!"

He felt a little embarrassed when he uttered the first sentence; but when he finished reciting it smoothly the second time, he sounded like a seasoned street vendor, each word full of energy.

Before he finished speaking, a crowd had already blocked half the street.

"How much?" A fat man in a silk shirt bent down to examine the leather closely.

"The highest bidder wins," Chung Kwok-hung said, shrugging.

"Ten taels!" the fat man said.

"Eleven taels!" the man in the brocade robe next to him immediately replied.

Ten minutes later, the silver was in his hands—a full thirty-six taels.

He was dressed in rags, his face was sallow and thin, and his body was covered in blood that had not yet dried. He was all alone with him.

The blood was still fresh, seeping wetly between the strips of cloth and the flesh—was there any doubt? He must have killed that tiger with his own hands.

Chung Kwok-hung was as thin as a bamboo stalk, but his eyes were clear and bright, and his voice was deep and resonant, making him no easy person to get along with.

Even a second-rate martial artist with swords in hand would find it difficult to withstand the pounce and bite of the king of beasts.

He strolled into a clothing store and bought three new outfits...

He changed into a neat jacket, trousers, and cloth boots, and tied his long black hair into a bun, instantly revealing a lean and handsome young man.

"The prices aren't expensive; this whole shopping spree cost less than two taels of silver."

One tael of gold is worth ten taels of silver, and one tael of silver is worth one string of copper coins, which is equivalent to one thousand coins.

The Song Dynasty already had paper money, which was first circulated in Sichuan. People called it silver notes or gold notes, and it was quite convenient to circulate.

He then found a blacksmith shop and bought a short knife for two taels of silver.

Some shops openly sell weapons, with all kinds of knives, spears, and clubs, but bows and arrows are nowhere to be found.

This knife is five feet long, with a cold glint on the blade. The steel is tough yet sharp, and it hangs easily at the waist without getting in the way.

Afterwards, they went to a restaurant for a hearty meal, and then checked into an inn to settle down.

"In the world of Tianlong, I have already mastered the Northern Darkness Divine Skill and Lingbo Steps; the Six Meridian Divine Sword, Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand, Xiaowuxiang Skill, Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, White Rainbow Palm Force... each one is worth exploring in depth."

After practicing the Northern Darkness Divine Skill for a while, he took a hot bath, lay down on the bed, and slept soundly through the night.

The next morning, after having breakfast and determining the direction, he set off for Tenryu-ji Temple.

It is currently the year 1090 AD, which is two years away from the start of the original story.

Kumārajīva had not yet set foot in Tianlong Temple, so taking the Six Meridians Divine Sword Manual at this time would be virtually unimpeded.

Apart from a few insiders, who would know that the astonishing sword technique was hidden in six ordinary scrolls?

Zhong Guohong endured hardships, traveling by day and practicing meditation by night, and after more than half a month, he finally arrived at the gate of Tianlong Temple.

Under the guise of offering incense to Buddha and seeking Buddhist teachings, he smoothly and effortlessly viewed all six paintings.

"Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo sneaked into the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Pavilion to steal martial arts skills, but the Sweeper Monk pretended not to know."

"Logically speaking, now is the perfect time to go to Shaolin Temple to look through the books."

But then he changed his mind.

He had long since mastered all the unique martial arts techniques of the Northern and Southern Shaolin schools on Earth, and had even reached a state of perfection in them.

No matter how exquisite the Shaolin kung fu was in his eyes, it was nothing more than old wine in new bottles, with limited appeal.

"I need to find a quiet place to recuperate for a while—I'm too thin and short."

He found a quiet spot at the foot of the mountain and by the water, and built a small hut by cutting down trees.

In their spare time, they would hunt tigers and wolves, skin them, and take their pelts to the city to exchange for money, along with salt, rice, oil, soy sauce, and the like.

With a constant supply of fish and meat at every meal, a person will naturally grow taller and stronger.

"I ate it for more than three months in a row, but my height didn't increase by even one centimeter."

He estimated that he was about 1.78 meters tall.

After tidying up briefly, he left the cabin where he had lived for more than nine months.

Nine months ago, the Northern Darkness Divine Art and the Lingbo Steps had already been fully mastered.

Six months ago, the Six Meridians Divine Sword was already as easy to use as his own arm, and he could control it at will.

However, his internal strength was still lacking, and his sword energy ultimately appeared weak and lacked power.

"I have three hundred-tael silver notes on hand, plus another twenty-odd taels of loose silver, which should be enough to last me for a while."

After calculating the days, he thought it over and decided to go see Wang Yuyan.

Having been here for almost a year, the events of his past life have long faded into the past. He only wishes to live this life steadily and practically.

After traveling southeast for about ten days, they suddenly heard the sound of weapons clashing.

More than thirty bandits were besieging a caravan; swords flashed and screams filled the air.

"Now that I've entered the world of martial arts, it would be quite enjoyable to be a chivalrous knight who fights against evil and protects the innocent."

The thought had barely formed in his mind when he pounced on the attack like a whirlwind.

After several months of feeding him large amounts of meat and fish, his 1.78-meter frame and weight steadily settled at around 80 kilograms.

His physique has become much stronger, and his internal strength has also become much more substantial.

Although his internal strength is not yet as profound as Bao Butong's, he is already considered a formidable figure in the martial arts world.

Xingyi Five Elements Fist is characterized by its concise moves, lightning-fast strikes, and powerful, heavy blows. With each punch, a bandit is sure to cough up blood and fall to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, apart from five people who fled in panic, the rest lay dead on the spot.

"I am from the Wang family of Suzhou Prefecture... Thank you for saving my life, young hero." Wang Zhenyuan, who was over fifty years old, clasped his hands and bowed deeply.

"It's common to help those in need when you see injustice; there's no need to make a fuss about it," Zhong Guohong waved his hand.

"May I ask your honorable name, young hero?" Wang Zhenyuan asked humbly.

Chung Kwok-hung.

"Where is Young Master Zhong headed?"

"I've heard that Taihu Lake is incredibly beautiful, and I'd like to go and take a look," Zhong Guohong replied casually.

"Is Young Master Zhong also going to Taihu Lake?" Wang Zhenyuan laughed.

"Yes." He nodded.

Mandala Villa is located on the shore of Taihu Lake, in the prosperous and wealthy Suzhou and Hangzhou area.

Shaolin martial arts are optional; Lingjiu Palace's secret techniques are currently difficult to obtain.

Looking for Wuyazi at Leigu Mountain? He has enough chess skills to break the Zhenlong Chess Formation, but he is not Xuzhu—he doesn't have that background, that opportunity, or that destiny.

In the world of Tianlong, the protagonist's luck is like the moon obscured by clouds, and others cannot borrow even a fraction of it.

The members of the Free and Unfettered Sect are unpredictable, and it's difficult to distinguish between good and evil. Even if the chess game is solved, Wu Yazi might not be willing to impart his skills and techniques.

Now that I've come to this world, I must settle down and find a place to live and make a living.

After much deliberation, I realized that being close to the source was the safest option—I should keep an eye on Wang Yuyan first.

In today's world, marriage is still arranged by parents and matchmakers.

If she meets his expectations in appearance and demeanor, he wouldn't mind asking a reliable matchmaker to formally propose marriage.

Was he supposedly one of the 129,600 most beautiful women in his past life? Is he destined to spend his entire life alone in this one?

The world of Swallowed Star is now separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and is beyond reach.