Chapter 2: The world is so beautiful, yet you are so irritable

On the other side, the two, Guo and Huang, saw his movements, and their reactions were completely different.

The former marveled that someone so young could have such outstanding lightness skills, while the latter saw him stepping according to the Eight Trigrams on the shore, and her thoughts became more certain, because this was the posture her own father used when practicing superior internal energy on weekdays.

Huang Rong used the oar to propel the boat to the shore, and Guo Jing followed closely behind. He watched Zhuang Buran's figure flicker like a ghost, as if he were riding the clouds and mist, moving silently without his feet touching the ground, and couldn't help but praise:

"Rong'er, the martial arts he practices are so powerful, left and right, up and down, it's dazzling."

Immediately, Zhuang Buran finished his practice and stood still; the green cloth robe he was wearing had already dried.

"Young hero, good skills. How about we spar a little?"

Huang Rong lowered her head, her arms bent inward, elbows forward, and she bumped toward Zhuang Buran's chest like an arrow.

"This is a skill of using attack as defense, striking at the enemy's vital points."

Zhuang Buran stood with one hand behind his back, his body tilted to the side, easily dodging it, and said calmly:

"Young lady, with such a posture, it doesn't look like you want to spar."

"Cut the crap. I want to see how much ability you have to be hidden so deeply by him."

Zhuang Buran's brows relaxed; he clearly understood the implication of Huang Rong's words.

But before he could speak, Huang Rong hooked her thumb and index finger, slightly spreading the remaining three fingers, and her hand extended like an orchid branch, intending to strike the Dazhui acupoint on the back of his neck.

But it was dodged by Zhuang Buran with ease. She did not give up and wanted to strike the acupoint on his right waist, but still missed.

To the point that her strikes became increasingly ruthless, using an elegant style of nonchalance to specifically strike at all the deadly acupoints on Zhuang Buran's body.

Huang Rong saw that all her attacks were calmly dodged by this illegitimate son, and the anger in her heart grew more intense. Instantly, her fingers turned into palms, her arms waved, and palm shadows were everywhere, some false and some real, like a sudden wind in a peach forest, with ten thousand flowers falling at once.

Zhuang Buran's mouth curled slightly. Although he had obtained some remnant scrolls of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts, because of the Vajra Merit fruit from the half of the Arhat Dao Fruit, most of his martial arts path had become completely different from the original body.

From the remnant scrolls of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts, he had only realized the method of superior internal energy from the "Lingbo Micro-steps" remnant scrolls. As for other skills, knowing the martial arts created in the future, how could he not reproduce them step by step?

But because of his temperament, after creating a few Peach Blossom Island martial arts similar to the original plot, he felt that the "Orchid Finger-Striking" technique was really not to his liking, and he didn't like the "Falling Blossom Sword Palm" which was as sharp as a sword, disliking the complicated and fantastic moves, finding them not refreshing to use.

He did find the "Flicking Finger Divine Skill" and "Bone-Attached Needle" quite good, and he also practiced the "Splitting Sky Palm," which was popular and profound, obtained from the bandits.

Besides that, he took the essence from various remnant scrolls of martial arts and, amidst the tides of the East Sea, realized a set of boxing techniques that were extremely superior, both hard and soft.

As for why he saw through Huang Rong's martial arts at the beginning, besides being familiar with the original plot, it was because the martial arts created by the original body were all based on the remnant scrolls of the Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts; how could he not perceive the gaps in the force?

Huang Rong saw that she couldn't even touch him, and immediately thought that it must be her old shameless father who had passed all the martial arts to him, which allowed him to break her moves so easily.

Realizing that this illegitimate son knew all the martial arts she knew, she couldn't help but scold angrily:

"You coward, you scaredy-cat, why do you only know how to dodge!"

"With such a cowardly and incompetent temperament, you've actually lived to this day unscathed. His doting on you is really deep!"

"If it were anyone else, they would have had their legs broken long ago."

"Young lady, you misunderstood. It's not like that."

Zhuang Buran shook his head gently. Because he hadn't been distracted like the original body and was only interested in Yin-Yang, Five Elements, and the I Ching Eight Trigrams, he had perfected the "Lingbo Micro-steps" to seven or eight parts, and then modified it according to his own physique, claiming it was no worse than the original version.

Thus, the Eight Trigrams he stepped on gradually turned into sixty-four hexagrams when dodging Huang Rong's attacks, and he dodged all the incoming moves and styles just by maneuvering in a small space.

"Not like I think?"

Huang Rong stood still, slightly calming her slightly rapid breathing, and sneered:

"How do you know what I'm thinking? It's one thing that the way you practice superior internal energy is exactly the same, but we have never met before; how are you so familiar with my moves?"

Her tone paused, and her voice became increasingly cold:

"Besides, with the face you have, you still dare to say it's a misunderstanding? Don't tell me you really take me for a fool!"

"Rong'er, why are you fighting with this little brother for no reason? Weren't you fine just now?" Guo Jing stepped forward, looking confused.

"Jing brother, don't worry about it; this is between him and me." Huang Rong's tone softened slightly.

"Little brother, you and Rong'er shouldn't be enemies. If there's any misunderstanding, just explain it clearly. Don't fight and hurt the harmony."

Zhuang Buran sighed faintly:

"I said there was a misunderstanding, and she immediately said a string of things to block me. How do you think I should explain it clearly?"

"The facts are right in front of us; there's no misunderstanding." Huang Rong snorted coldly.

"Then what if I say I am Huang Yaoshi from forty years ago?" Zhuang Buran said in a slightly lazy tone.

Huang Rong laughed in anger:

"You really take me for a fool, actually saying such nonsense to fool people. If you really came from the past, without me telling you my background, and you used the unique martial arts that only he and I know, wouldn't you feel shocked and puzzled?"

Zhuang Buran said unhurriedly:

"I can even accept suddenly coming to another world; why can't I accept meeting someone who can use the martial arts I created?"

"Having asked the year and month just now, and seeing your appearance, I can naturally guess that you have a deep connection with me, so why bother about it too much."

"I'm so angry, still saying some nonsense to coax people. Take this!"

Huang Rong stomped her feet in anger and used the "Falling Blossom Sword Palm" again, but just as she was about to get close, she let out a cry of pain.

"Ouch!"

She covered her right foot and hopped around, shouting:

"Are you a child? You actually used such an unpresentable method as stepping on toes."

"Just turned sixteen, in the prime of youth. I think stepping on toes should be very fitting for my identity," Zhuang Buran said leisurely:

"Young lady, the world is so beautiful, yet you are so irritable. This is not good."

"You..."

Huang Rong's face flushed red with anger, and she cursed Zhuang Buran with all the dirty words she had heard while disguised as a little beggar.

Immediately, Guo Jing, who was on the side, was dumbfounded.

"Tsk tsk, heard that?"

Zhuang Buran glanced at Guo Jing:

"You must never touch a girl who looks good but has a tricky temperament. Once you get involved, she'll just target you alone to harm. For the rest of your life, that's called completely hopeless!"

He took a few steps and came behind Guo Jing:

"When marrying a wife, one should marry a virtuous one. A woman who is so irritable and angry that she almost cuts herself when she gets angry—where is she a gentle and considerate little woman from the Jiangnan water town? I'm afraid she's not even as good as a Mongol woman. You must never take the wrong path, or you'll fall into a deep pit and never be able to climb out."

Guo Jing listened and remained silent, wanting to explain something, but his tongue was clumsy, and he didn't know what to explain.

"Bastard, why are your martial arts so high?"

Huang Rong, while standing on one leg and rubbing her stepped-on foot, shouted unconvinced:

"Did he give you special treatment? No wonder I've been slacking off in my practice and not working hard, and he doesn't scold me much."

Zhuang Buran glanced at her:

"Let me teach you a lesson: working hard doesn't necessarily lead to results, but not working hard will definitely be very comfortable. Just insist on being yourself."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 3 =====