Time travel game, starting from Kingdom Come: Deliverance

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43. Everyone else practices martial arts, but this old man has a cultivation/immortal cultivation style.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded without saying much. With his strength, rescuing Wanji would be a piece of cake, let alone pacifying Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor.

Zhang Wuji looked curiously at the drone in Mo Jiang's hand and asked, "Brother Mo, what is this?"

"Drone, hmm, have you heard the story of Mozi creating a wooden bird that could fly? This is something similar."

Along the way, Zhang Wuji was quite curious about the things Mo Jiang took out. Mo Jiang didn't try to hide anything, and he was happy to explain whenever Zhang Wuji asked.

"The place we're looking for is on a platform at the bottom of a cliff. It's difficult to find the exact location using ordinary methods, so using it is the best option."

Mo Jiang estimated the distance. According to the original plot, Zhang Wuji's cold poison had invaded his lungs and internal organs, and his illness had reached a critical stage. His physical condition was probably worse than that of his peers.

Even if someone is a great runner, the distance they can run is limited by their physical condition.

Soon, Mo Jiang found three suspected target locations in the drone's footage. He then piloted the drone closer to take a look and found that only one platform had a cave entrance on the mountainside.

After confirming three times, they finally determined that the place was their target.

At this moment, Wanji also came out of Zhuwu Lianhuan Village. Judging from the smile on his face, he was obviously very satisfied with the trip.

After making some inquiries, Wanji decided to stay in town for a while to see if he could acquire some good items and sell the goods that Mojiang had brought as soon as possible to open up trade routes.

After saying that, Wanji left immediately. He was in a state where all attention was focused on the Yu-Gi-Oh! game.

As for the other things? They're just cosplayers dressed up as Dark Magician Girl trying to attract the attention of card dealers; they're not worth watching at all.

After confirming the location, the three of them did not go there immediately, because the real problem was only now emerging.

The opening next to the platform was extremely narrow, only allowing a child of thirteen or fourteen years old to squeeze through. Both Mo Jiang and Zhang Sanfeng were tall and could not enter.

At this time, Zhang Wuji had not learned any medical skills from Hu Qingniu, and there might not even be a monkey with a broken leg waiting for him to treat inside the cave.

If Zhang Wuji were to enter alone now, the probability of obtaining the Nine Yang Manual would be less than one percent.

"Wuji, I've got it."

Mo Jiang took out a wood-chopping knife, a bundle of rope, and a bottle of Salvation Dry Wine. In addition to the Salvation Dry Wine, a small piece of wood was soaking in the bottle.

He carefully repeated the strategies they had previously agreed upon.

"Once inside, find some branches and make a simple door using the method I taught you. Remember to use the wood chips that have been soaked inside. Finally, pour the Salvation Dry Wine onto the door."

This was Mo Jiang's plan; he originally intended to buy tools such as electric picks to widen the entrance to make it easier to enter.

However, the opening was several meters long, and since he didn't understand geology or tunnels, he was worried that taking any rash action could cause a collapse, so he abandoned the idea.

Subsequently, a safer and more effective method of pushing the door through was adopted. Mo Jiang had tried it several times. For ordinary-level Salvation Wine, it does not require a complete building; as long as it is barely a door, it will work.

However, one of the following conditions must be met: "the door was completed by your own participation" or "you poured the potion yourself".

That's why he devised this plan: he would insert a piece of wood into the Salvation Wine, and then have Zhang Wuji make a door. By using the wood piece during the making process, it could be seen that Mo Jiang participated in completing the door.

This way, he could use a modern warehouse as a transit point to reach the interior of the cave.

"Did you remember that?"

Zhang Wuji nodded and repeated earnestly, "After going in, first chop wood to make a door, use the wood chips from the bottle, and then pour it on."

The three then arrived at the edge of the cliff. Mo Jiang tied a rope to a large tree nearby, and after ensuring it was secure enough, they slowly began to descend.

Meanwhile, Zhang Sanfeng grabbed Zhang Wuji by the collar and jumped down, constantly changing direction in mid-air. Despite not hitting the mountain wall, he visibly slowed down at high altitude.

Wudang's ultimate martial art: Ladder Cloud Leap.

Watching Newton being crushed to death, Mo Jiang's lips twitched involuntarily. He now understood to some extent how the people of the six major sects viewed Zhang Sanfeng.

Everyone here practices martial arts, but this old man's style is like that of someone cultivating immortality.

He had no doubt that the old Taoist priest at Shaolin Temple had indeed been capable of taking down thousands of people there.

Zhang Wuji climbed into the cave with a rope tied around his body, accompanied by two small hunting dogs for protection. Mo Jiang assembled a simple door outside and fixed it to the mountain wall.

Not long after, Zhang Wuji's voice came from the passageway, indicating that the door was ready.

Mo Jiang then used the simple door he had created to return to the modern warehouse on the platform.

Zhang Sanfeng only felt a change in light and shadow, and then his vision went dark. Looking around, he realized that this place seemed to be a warehouse.

Before they could get a closer look, Mo Jiang opened the gate again, and what came into view was a verdant valley bursting with flowers, red blossoms and green trees intertwined.

The ground beneath my feet was soft, fine grass, the air was filled with the delicate fragrance of flowers, birds sang among the birds, and fresh fruit hung from the branches. Who would have thought that such a paradise would be hidden behind this dark cave?

"It really is a paradise on earth."

For Mo Jiang, who lives in a modern city, this place was more shocking than for others. The air in this primitive and untouched land was incomparable to that of modern times.

Mo Jiang even suspected that there had never been a fire here, and for a moment, he even thought about building a house here and settling down permanently.

Zhang Wuji was playing with a puppy not far away when he saw Mo Jiang and Zhang Sanfeng appear. He immediately ran over and said, "Grandmaster, Brother Mo, you've finally arrived."

It's impossible for Zhang Wuji not to feel a little uneasy being all alone, but when he saw familiar faces appear, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After calming Zhang Wuji down, the two told him to wait where he was and not to wander off.

"A white ape, about the size of a human, with a wound on its abdomen."

After confirming the target information, Zhang Sanfeng disappeared in a flash, while Mo Jiang began searching in another direction.

Three hours later, the sound of firecrackers exploding suddenly rang out in the sky. It was the agreed signal that Zhang Sanfeng had found the white ape's trail.

Returning along the same path, they found a white ape the size of an adult standing next to Zhang Sanfeng. Having found the white ape, the next step was naturally to treat its festering sore that had not healed for over eighty years.

The white ape was also very intelligent. As if it knew that Mo Jiang would treat it, the large white ape stretched out its left hand, holding a peach the size of a fist in its palm, and respectfully presented it.

Mo Jiang made the white ape lie down, took out the prepared medical kit, washed and disinfected his hands, and put on gloves. "It might hurt a lot in a moment, just bear with it."

Mo Jiang couldn't legally obtain anesthetics, so the white ape would have to endure the surgery.

It's called surgery, but in reality, it involves cutting open the sutures on the abdomen, removing the oilcloth bag buried inside, scraping away the necrotic tissue with a knife, applying topical medication to stop bleeding and promote tissue regeneration, spraying on a medical spray, and finally suturing the wound and bandaging it.

44. Your sword is sharp, but mine is not necessarily sharp either!

Finally, two more bottles of marigold potion were given to the great white ape to promote wound healing. However, by this time, the great white ape had no strength left and lay on the ground motionless for a long time.

Surgery without anesthesia is too intense for a living organism, especially when the attending physician does not have a medical license. To outsiders, this surgery is tantamount to murder.

But this was the limit of what Mojiang could do. Fortunately, the treatment was very effective, the wound was healing, and the white ape was only unable to get up because of the pain from having its flesh cut off, not for any other reason.

After Mo Jiang finished tidying up, he walked over to Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji. At this time, the oilcloth bag was not opened. They were waiting for Mo Jiang to finish before opening it together.

At Mo Jiang's insistence, Zhang Sanfeng opened the oilcloth bundle, inside which were four thin scriptures, the Lankavatara Sutra that had been snatched from him by Yikexi years ago.

Seeing the scriptures that had been stolen from him more than eighty years ago back in his hands, and thinking that his beloved disciple Cuishan's orphan was finally saved, Zhang Sanfeng took a deep breath and then stood up.

"Thank you so much, young friend, for saving Wuji's life. The entire Wudang community is deeply grateful."

After saying this, he bowed deeply to Mojiang.

Mo Jiang dared not let a centenarian bow to him, and immediately jumped aside, saying, "Hey, hey, old lady, please don't do that. I don't deserve such a great courtesy."

"If you want to thank me..."

Mo Jiang pointed to the Nine Yang Manual, "And could you also give me some pointers on how to practice this?"

This is precisely Mo Jiang's primary purpose in this world. He can obtain the Nine Yang Manual himself, but it's useless without guidance. He needs someone to teach him how to practice it.

At the same time, he also had to be careful that the person he was looking for could not be greedy for the Nine Yang Manual, otherwise, as long as a few words of the incantation were altered, the best outcome would be for Ouyang Feng.

One must not be greedy for the Nine Yang Manual, but must be able to access it and have a considerable understanding of it; one should not consider anyone other than Zhang Sanfeng.

"This Nine Yang Manual originally belonged to you, my friend. Wuji only borrowed it to save his life."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't take credit; he knew Zhang Wuji would surely die without the Nine Yang Manual, and as for Mo Jiang…

As long as Mo Jiang is willing, I can obtain the Nine Yang Manual based on his information.

Therefore, Wudang owes a favor to Mojiang.

After discussing it, the three of them decided that instead of traveling all the way back to Wudang, they should cultivate in this secluded paradise first, at least until Zhang Wuji could resolve the cold poison.

Needless to say, Zhang Wuji was a patient. It was better to be fully recovered before continuing his journey than to drag his ailing body for two thousand kilometers. Even if he had a strong will, it would be better to avoid suffering.

Mo Jiang's situation is much simpler. He has already obtained the Nine Yang Manual, so it doesn't matter where he is in this world.

Anyway, he has a portal.

Mo Jiang then began to build a simple wooden house in this place, not for living, but to serve as a base.

Not only is the climate pleasant here, but Mojiang also provided each person with a camping tent.

Neither Zhang Wuji nor Zhang Sanfeng had any strict requirements regarding living conditions, and the three of them soon began teaching.

Then Mo Jiang awkwardly discovered that he had no foundation at all, so Zhang Sanfeng had to start explaining to Mo Jiang from scratch.

Meridians, acupoints, internal energy...

The initial days were extremely painful.

Zhang Sanfeng's teachings are profound yet simple, but for a beginner who has never been exposed to meridians, acupoints, or internal energy circulation, understanding those mysterious formulas and complex energy flow routes is no different from asking an elementary school student to solve advanced mathematics problems.

Mo Jiang possesses strong mental strength, exceptional memory, and comprehension far beyond that of ordinary people. However, he is still a beginner in martial arts. His attempt to learn the Nine Yang Manual is like a student who has just started learning addition and subtraction within ten trying to solve advanced mathematics problems.

He can remember the location and direction of hundreds of acupoints, twelve regular meridians, and eight extraordinary meridians of the human body clearly, and can even recite them backwards.

However, actually guiding that faint sensation of Qi to circulate within the body is always fraught with difficulties.

Although Zhang Wuji was young and suffered from the cold poison, his martial arts foundation was far more solid than Mo Jiang's.

In addition, his mind was pure and free of distractions, so his progress in cultivating the Nine Yang Manual was much faster than Mo Jiang's.

This is Zhang Wuji's advantage. Although Mo Jiang envied it, he knew he couldn't have it. Few children who grow up in modern society can be considered to have pure minds, and as for distracting thoughts, they are even more ridiculously numerous.

However, he knew where his advantage lay: the ability to see inside his body that he gained after his mental strength reached 2.0, allowing him to monitor his internal condition in real time.

He controlled the qi that was generated in his body to move along the meridians. At first, it was very difficult for those tiny internal qi to circulate.

It is incredibly weak, and it can collapse and dissipate for no reason from time to time. Even controlling its direction is extremely difficult, like playing a two-player game with one hand.

Directly observing his inner energy caused Mo Jiang's control over his internal energy to drop sharply. It was as if someone could just lift their foot and walk without thinking, and there would be no problems.

However, if you follow the instructions for muscle operation and look at how dozens of parts such as the rectus femoris, vastus medialis, and vastus lateralis contract and exert force in incredibly detailed terms, the result of trying to learn by doing will be that you can't even walk properly.

After several failures, Mo Jiang became determined and figured out the general approach.

Isn't it just about doing a lot of practice problems to form muscle memory, thus creating a cycle?

That's how he got through the three years of high school. As a qualified product of East Asian education, he was never afraid of doing practice problems and answering questions he got wrong.

Your sword is sharp, but mine is no less sharp!

Immediately concentrate all your mental energy on introspection, controlling the internal energy to circulate little by little within the meridians. Once the internal energy dissipates, begin the second round.

When I feel tired, I take calendula medicine to refresh and recover. When my body can't take it anymore, I take medicine to get two hours of deep sleep.

In this way, Mo Jiang spent ten days completing a full cycle of the microcosmic orbit within his body, using an almost exhaustive method.

This speed actually startled Zhang Sanfeng. He never expected that Mo Jiang's internal energy, which could only be described as sparse, could complete a full cycle of the Small Heavenly Circuit.

How long has it been?

Ten days!

Only ten days!

This young man, who was new to martial arts and had been staring blankly at the acupoint diagrams like a blind man feeling an elephant just ten days ago, actually managed to complete a full cycle of the Small Heavenly Circuit using his pitifully weak internal energy.

This speed, even for a martial artist, would be considered a legendary feat.

Even though Zhang Wuji's internal energy is several times that of Mo Jiang, he still finds it difficult to complete a full cycle of the Small Heavenly Circuit.

Moreover, the method used by Mojiang...

Looking back on those ten days, Zhang Sanfeng was initially worried.

He watched as Mo Jiang fell into an almost obsessive stalemate. His powerful mental introspection ability had broken down the cultivation process, which should have been guided by bodily instincts and vague senses of qi, into countless fragmented and difficult steps.

Every tiny loss of control or dissipation of internal energy is like a mistake under a microscope, magnified infinitely.

Mo Jiang seemed to be battling with his own meridians and his own internal energy.

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