Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

He parked the car in front of the detached house in the county town, took out his keys, and opened the door: "Want to take a look?"

"Is this what you bought this afternoon?" Zhou Xuan's eyes lit up for a moment.

"You work in the county town, so it's convenient for you to live here." He turned on the light casually.

The room was bright and airy, and he led her around the house, going up and down the stairs.

In the bathroom on the basement floor, the bathtub was filled with hot water, and a thin layer of steam floated on the surface.

The bathtub was at least two meters wide, and the water was knee-deep.

With her life experience in her thirties, what hasn't she seen?

Lin Quan practiced for more than an hour and felt relaxed all over, but he still felt that he hadn't had enough.

When he opened his eyes the next day, the person next to him was still asleep. He stared at the ceiling for a while and thought about getting a marriage certificate.

Then I suppressed my thoughts again... I'll wait a little longer.

Even if you've been reborn, you still haven't figured out the basics, so you can't rush it.

"Not today, let's do it in a few days." She frowned and turned over.

"Okay, I'll give you two days off." He smiled, got up, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to him.

They had breakfast together. He dropped her off at the jewelry store and then drove back to Chenjiawan.

The fishpond was only half-dug, and the new house frame had just been erected. He sat on a rock and took out his phone.

Zhang Rong, Chen Xue, Xu Li, Zhao Ying... four unread messages, and the profile pictures were all photos.

He glanced at it a few times, smirked, stuffed his phone back into his pocket, stepped on the gas, and headed straight into the mountains.

The car stopped at the foot of the mountain, but the person had vanished without a trace.

Lin Quan plunged into the woods, his feet barely touching the ground.

Wherever he passed, the grass and trees within five meters trembled slightly, and a warm current silently seeped into his skin, flesh, and bones.

After running 20 kilometers, he didn't even pant. He turned back down the mountain, stepped on the gas, and headed back to the county town.

After lunch, Lin Quan went back to the villa, took a shower, changed his clothes, and then practiced Baguazhang for a while.

"Send a message, and Zhang Rong, Chen Xue, Xu Li, and Zhao Ying all arrive."

"The house isn't finished yet, it's just sitting there idle... how about we..."

After a moment's thought, he took out his phone and sent a message to Chen Xue.

Half an hour later, Chen Xue took leave and drove to the villa.

They didn't say much, but they understood each other perfectly. However, her skills were too shallow; she couldn't even last three minutes as a sparring partner.

"Here you go." Lin Quan handed over two stacks of hundred-yuan bills.

"Brother Quan, this..." Chen Xue hesitated for a moment.

"Take it if it's given to you." He nodded with a smile.

"Mmm." She smiled too, a soft smile.

"Then I'll head back now," she replied, turned and left without lingering or asking any further questions.

In the following days, Zhang Rong, Xu Li, and Zhao Ying arrived one after another and all stayed.

They earn a steady 332,000 yuan per month, 20,000 yuan per person, and still have over 200,000 yuan in hand.

That evening, Lin Quan personally cooked and invited Zhou Xuan and the others to dinner.

After a few rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became lively, and everyone had a great time.

"Life that I never dared to dream of in my past life is now within my reach."

Once the first step was taken, the rest followed naturally.

He is both a martial artist and a superhuman, having mastered both paths to the highest level, making his combat power far exceed that of ordinary people.

Even after practicing for several hours in a row, I still feel energetic and full of vitality.

Five copies of the villa key were made and distributed to Zhou Xuan, Zhang Rong, Xu Li, Zhao Ying, and Chen Xue.

He traveled back and forth between Chenjiawan, the county town, and the mountainous areas, living a simple but fulfilling life.

The fishpond has been repaired, and the new house has been completed.

Thousands of fish fry were released into the water, and they jumped and thrashed about.

After the water, electricity, and gas were connected to the self-built houses in the village, Lin Quan packed his bags and prepared to go to Mango.

Chinese martial arts are divided into training methods and fighting methods... As for fighting methods, accidents can easily happen when you start a fight.

He lacks practical experience and needs to go out and hone his skills in real combat.

With life-related superpowers protecting him, his life is not in danger.

After completing the formalities, I spent a few days with Zhou Xuan and the others before leaving, and gave each of them 50,000 Yanhuang coins.

Early that morning, Lin Quan boarded a flight to Mandela.

Underground boxing rings are everywhere in Manila. Many martial artists who reach a plateau in their training go there.

His master Zhao Tiezhu, and Wu Biao, the Wing Chun master who was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, both had ventured there when they were young.

"It's a win-win situation: you can make some money and prove your skills at the same time."

He glanced at the tall, sharp-looking flight attendant not far away, and a thought flickered in his mind.

In first class, he was tall and upright, and casually accepted two business cards.

"Contact me again later."

After landing, he found a hotel in Mandu and checked in. He took out a business card and dialed the number.

Half an hour later, Wu Xingyue was already waiting for him at the gym, and the two practiced a whole set together.

A little while later, Zhang Xinyi also arrived.

"Money really does work."

He treated the two flight attendants to a nice meal and bought some things along the way.

"Brother Quan, we're going back to China tomorrow morning."

"Keep in touch when you have time. It's still early, I'll spend some quality time with you all today."

The following morning, Wu Xingyue and Zhang Xinyi boarded the plane to return home.

Lin Quan pulled out a number and pressed the dial button.

Half an hour later, he went downstairs and walked towards an SUV.

"Mr. Lin, I am Hao Jie." A young man came up to him respectfully, invited him into the car, and handed him a file folder.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Hao." Lin Quan opened the bag, took out his ID, glanced at it, and smiled, "Lin Shanhe... that name sounds impressive."

"Mr. Lin, I work for Boss Zhao," Hao Jie said.

Boss Zhao is none other than his master, Zhao Tiezhu.

Zhao Tiezhu has mastered internal strength and owns many businesses; as the head of the Bagua Boxing school, he can only leave matters involving his disciples to be handled overseas.

In China, if you injure someone, you have to pay compensation; if you kill someone, you have to pay with your life. Sometimes, if you slightly injure someone, you not only have to pay compensation, but you also have to go to jail.

In a formal martial arts tournament, the winner is determined by points, which doesn't really hone real skills.

Only unrestricted combat can suppress one's bloodlust and hone one's true skills.

Following Hao Jie, Lin Quan registered at Tony's underground boxing ring.

Every day, hundreds of boxers flock to boxing rings across the country to sign up for fights.

Every day, there are always a few who get beaten so badly they vomit blood and leave the arena, never to get up again.

At Tony's Boxing Stadium, girls in short skirts and high heels are everywhere; and bosses in sharp suits are always followed by bodyguards in black.

"Mr. Lin, how about we take a gamble?" Hao Jie asked.

"I'm not betting," Lin Quan shook his head.

He's here to fight, not to gamble.

Some boxers wear masks and use code names. Lin Quan only gave the name "Number Nine".

Nine is the ultimate number; by cultivating both martial arts and supernatural abilities, becoming strong is only a matter of time.

The boxing ring was ten meters square, and the two started with all their might.

In a battle between masters, victory or defeat, life or death, often hinges on a single moment.

In less than two minutes, one person collapsed to the ground, spitting blood, while the other stood still and put away his gun, amidst thunderous applause.

The boxers took to the stage one after another, and were carried off one after another.

More than an hour later, the host announced in a booming voice: "Please welcome our newcomer, number nine, to face off against Mad Legs!"

Lin Quan stepped into the boxing ring, his gaze falling on the person opposite him.

He is about 1.75 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a thick back, and taut muscles; he looks like someone who practices Muay Thai.

Traditional Chinese martial arts are divided into six levels: Ming Jin (manifest strength), An Jin (hidden strength), Hua Jin (transformation strength), Dan Jin (elixir strength), Gang Jin (forceful strength), Jian Shen Bu Hui (seeing the spirit without decay), and finally, Zhi Cheng Dao (the way of utmost sincerity).

But having a high level of understanding does not guarantee victory.

Some people are born with strong bones and muscles. They have never practiced martial arts for a single day. They can take down a master of internal energy just by relying on their instincts.

Fighting is about four things: speed, ruthlessness, skill, and experience.