The next morning.
By the banks of the Great Cang River outside the city, in a mulberry forest.
It was still dark, but Huang Qianjun was already waiting there.
Until the sky was about to break dawn, a slender figure came leisurely from a distance.
Dressed in a green robe, he appeared calm and unruffled.
It was Su Yi.
"Brother Su!"
Huang Qianjun immediately smiled and hurriedly went up to greet him.
In his hands, he held an exquisite pear wood food box and a pot of hot aged wine.
"You haven't eaten yet, right? This is bone soup and breakfast prepared by the kitchen maid in my house. This pot of wine is a 30-year-old vintage from my father's wine cellar."
Huang Qianjun said with a smile.
Su Yi paused for a moment and said, "Put these aside for now. I'll enjoy them after I finish my cultivation."
As he spoke, he walked into the mulberry forest and began practicing the Songhe Body Refinement Technique by himself.
Huang Qianjun waited not far away.
From his perspective, he could only see that Su Yi's cultivation technique was extraordinary, but he couldn't comprehend its profound mysteries at all.
As a result, he appeared calm, far from being as shocked as Xiao Tianque and Zijin were when they witnessed this scene.
It wasn't until Su Yi finished his cultivation, which took an hour, that Huang Qianjun quickly opened the food box, took out the bone soup and breakfast, and placed them on a stone surface in the forest. He then opened the bottle of aged wine and started pouring.
Su Yi didn't hesitate either. He casually sat on the side of a huge rock and began enjoying the food with his chopsticks. As he ate, he asked, "Do you know why I asked you to wait here today?"
Huang Qianjun shook his head and said, "I have thought about it, but I can't figure out the reason."
"In half a month, the Longmen Banquet will begin. Since you are now working with me, naturally I can't let you perform poorly at the banquet."
Su Yi took a sip of wine, squinted his eyes and savored it for a moment. He couldn't help but nod silently. The taste of this aged wine was indeed extraordinary.
But then he saw Huang Qianjun suddenly get excited, becoming somewhat incoherent and trembling as he spoke, "Brother Su... Brother Su, are you planning to guide my cultivation?"
"Well, you can say that."
Su Yi tasted the bone soup in the earthenware pot and found it incredibly delicious. It was clearly infused with precious herbs that greatly benefited martial cultivators.
"This... this..."
Huang Qianjun felt as if he had been hit by a pie falling from the sky, his head spinning.
He had thought about various possibilities last night, but never did he expect that Su Yi would actually offer to guide his cultivation!
"Don't just stand there foolishly, go and practice your best martial arts."
Su Yi casually pointed to an open space not far away.
Huang Qianjun quickly agreed and went straight to the designated area.
He took a deep breath, remained still, and waited until his mind settled before finally making a move.
Swish!
His figure was agile as he threw punches, opened and closed with grand movements, displaying a vigorous and forceful style.
This was the Huang Clan's ultimate skill, the "Xingyi ** Fist."
Su Yi watched as he ate and drank.
Gradually, he couldn't eat or drink anymore.
His eyebrows furrowed little by little.
It wasn't until Huang Qianjun finished practicing the "Xingyi ** Fist" that Su Yi pressed his temple, feeling a headache coming on.
"Brother Su, I have finished practicing."
Huang Qianjun, drenched in sweat but spirited, walked over.
"Your foundation in martial arts is passable, but your martial attainments are incredibly poor, no, they're abysmal."
Su Yi let out a sigh. Watching Huang Qianjun's performance just now was almost unbearable, and even the food he had eaten lost its taste.
Huang Qianjun's expression froze, feeling completely at a loss after being struck by this blow. After a moment, he said with embarrassment, "Brother Su, I will work hard to improve!"
However, Huang Qianjun still had some doubts in his mind. Although he was currently cultivating at the level of refining the flesh, according to his father, his foundation in martial arts was extremely solid, and he had a certain understanding of the "Xingyi ** Fist". It shouldn't be as bad as Su Yi described...
Nevertheless, Huang Qianjun was smart enough not to argue.
He watched as Su Yi stood up and walked to the open space, saying, "What is Xingyi? It combines form and intention!"
"The Xingyi ** Fist combines form and intention, intention and qi, qi and strength, shoulders and hips, elbows and knees, hands and feet. When the strike is launched, it arrives instantly, with each inch leading the way."
As he spoke, Su Yi's figure suddenly moved, demonstrating the Huang Clan's ultimate skill, the "Xingyi ** Fist".
When throwing punches, there was twisting, wrapping, drilling, and turning, closely integrated with footwork. His entire body seemed to twist like a rope, and his momentum became powerful and domineering like a mountain.
During his movements, his steps were like a plow, and his footwork took root!
His figure was firm yet not rigid, soft yet not weak, and his strength was stretched and solid.
Huang Qianjun's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mind trembled. This...
"Remember, the core of this boxing technique lies in the four words 'form and intention as one'. With this, emptiness and reality give birth to each other, hardness and softness are balanced, and movement and stillness harmonize."
"Every punch should be like striking a divine hammer, shaking the heavens and earth, and terrifying the soul!"
From a distance, one could see Su Yi's punches carrying the force of mountains shaking and the power of a giant striking a drum.
That tyrannical momentum shook Huang Qianjun's mind. His breathing stopped, and his whole body involuntarily tensed up, with his hair standing on end.
Just by observing from afar, the momentum was awe-inspiring!
"This... is the Xingyi ** Fist of my Huang family?"
Huang Qianjun was shocked, almost biting his tongue, his eyes wandering.
Even the technique his father had practiced was far from possessing such a breathtakingly domineering momentum!
After a while, Su Yi stopped and remained composed.
"Do you understand now?" he asked.
Huang Qianjun remained stunned for a moment, and then awkwardly said, "Brother Su, I... I understand some of it, but I can't comprehend the essence of it..."
His voice became quieter, and his head drooped.
He had been too overwhelmed by the spectacle earlier, so he hadn't been able to seriously appreciate its subtleties.
"This kid isn't even as good as the lowest-level Yin Soul in his comprehension..."
Su Yi shook his head inwardly.
After some thought, Huang Qianjun broke off a piece of mulberry branch and began writing on the sandy ground.
After a moment, he casually discarded the branch and said, "This is a breathing technique, a temporary creation of mine. It's not impressive, but it suits the Xingyi ** Fist of your Huang family the best. After you remember it, start cultivating with this breathing technique from today onwards."
Huang Qianjun quickly stepped forward and looked at it earnestly.
"In addition, every morning, come to this place and wait for me. I will guide you in your fist technique."
"However, I will only guide you for seven days. If within these seven days, you can't even grasp the essence of it, then don't follow me anymore."
"You stay here and contemplate it. I'll go ahead."
With that, Su Yi turned and left.
Huang Qianjun stood there in a daze for a moment, then took a deep breath and clenched his teeth, saying firmly, "Brother Su has given me a great opportunity. If I can't seize it, I might as well smash my head and die!"
...
"Indeed, not everyone in this world is a naturally gifted prodigy, especially in this spiritually impoverished mundane world. I shouldn't expect too much from Huang Qianjun..."
It wasn't until he returned to the Xinghuang Medical Hall that Su Yi felt relieved.
Ultimately, it was because he had the experience of his previous life and had seen countless extraordinary geniuses. Subconsciously, his expectations for Huang Qianjun were overly demanding.
Inside the medical hall.
When Su Yi saw him, the steward Hu Quan quickly approached and said, "Young Master, Miss Lingxue has brought two guests. They are currently waiting for you at the 'Xinghuang Residence'."
Xinghuang Residence.
That was the name of the courtyard where Su Yi lived.
"Two guests?"
Su Yi was slightly taken aback, then nodded and walked straight out through the back door of the medical hall.
As he pushed open the gate of the courtyard, he saw three figures standing under the grand locust tree in the courtyard, engaged in conversation.
One of them was Wen Lingxue.
The young girl was wearing a water-green dress today, accentuating her slender and graceful figure. Her cascading dark green hair was tied up in a ponytail, revealing a slender swan-like neck. Standing under the sunlight, her delicate and snow-white skin emitted a soft glow, radiating beauty and youthful vibrance.
Since the last birthday banquet, they hadn't seen each other for seven days.
"Brother-in-law, you're back."
When Wen Lingxue saw Su Yi, she immediately smiled with joy. Her long eyelashes curved beautifully, and her eyes were as watery as a spring. She waved her right hand, which was as fair as snow, in a greeting.
Her voice was cheerful and sweet.
Su Yi's lips curved slightly, a hint of a smile appearing. How could one's mood not be pleasant when facing such a brilliant and lively young beauty?
However, when Su Yi saw the man and woman standing beside Wen Lingxue, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and the smile on his lips faded bit by bit.
"Senior Brother Su."
The woman turned around, her gaze shifting towards Su Yi, her eyes filled with complexity.
She was dressed in luxurious clothing, her face delicate and beautiful. Standing there, she exuded a serene and gentle temperament, like a solitary orchid in an empty valley. As her beautiful eyes flickered, they inadvertently revealed traces of melancholy and sorrow, making her look pitiful and distressed.
"Why are you here?"
Su Yi's expression remained calm, but memories related to this woman surfaced in his mind.
Nanying.
Among the outer disciples of Qinghe Sword Mansion, she was the only girl who had a close relationship with him. She had a gentle and mild temperament and admired and respected him deeply. She often accompanied him by his side.
At that time, he hadn't awakened his memories of his previous life yet and had a solitary and gloomy personality, with hardly any friends. Nanying's presence had provided him with great solace.
They had spent three years together, always together day and night.
Although they had never identified themselves as a couple, in the eyes of others, there was no difference between them and a couple.
But since his cultivation suddenly disappeared and he became a discarded disciple of Qinghe Sword Mansion, Nanying had disappeared and hadn't appeared in his life again...
Even after he married into the Wen family, for a long time, Su Yi was deeply saddened by this and found it difficult to let go. Many times, he had the impulse to find Nanying and ask her why she was so heartless.
It could be said that his feelings for Nanying had been a knot in his heart for a long time. Every time he thought of it, he felt depressed and heartbroken.
However, everything changed after he awakened his memories of his previous life.
But Su Yi didn't expect this woman to appear at this moment.
What did she come for?
"I... I came this time with Senior Brother Ni Hao, following Senior Uncle Zhou Huaiqiu to gain experience in the mortal world. I only heard about some things related to Senior Brother Su when we passed by Guangling City yesterday, so I wanted to come and see you."
Nanying gently bit her cherry lips, a trace of sorrow appearing between her eyebrows, evoking sympathy.
"Junior Brother Su."
Standing beside Nanying was a tall and handsome young man in a golden robe. At this moment, he nodded slightly towards Su Yi, with a hint of restraint in his expression.
However, there was a touch of coldness and disdain hidden deep in his gaze.
Obviously, his greeting was based on his own politeness rather than respect for Su Yi.