Quick Travel through the Heavens: Starting from the Return of the Condor Heroes

He Yihong got off the ox cart outside Luoyang City. He went to the world of "A Chinese Odyssey: Part One" to change his clothes, and then took some change and a crystal ball to Luoyang City.

"5000 taels of silver is not a small amount." He Yihong came out of the pawnshop with some more banknotes in his hand. After staying in Luoyang for a few days, he found someone to teach him how to play Go. It doesn't matter how good the player is, as long as he can play and understand Go. After learning how to play Go, he went to find the original version of "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" and found Duan Yanqing's way of playing.

Seven days later, He Yihong bought a horse and headed for Leigushan.

He Yihong came to Leigu Mountain and Deaf and Mute Valley and found Mr. Smart and Debating Su Xinghe. When he saw this smart and debating man, he found that he was not a certain face in his impression, and he knew that he was not in a TV series.

There was a stone table in front of Su Xinghe, with a chessboard carved on it. Su Xinghe was concentrating on the chess game, and He Yihong's arrival did not attract his attention. Two deaf-mute people came to receive He Yihong, one led the horse to the side, and the other motioned He Yihong to sit opposite Su Xinghe.

He Yihong smiled and said to the servant, "I have come here to play, and I would like to ask for a bowl of water to drink."

"Hmm... Hmm..." The servant kept pointing at the stone bench opposite Su Xinghe.

"Will you give me water only if I defeat this old senior?" He Yihong said to the servant.

"Uh...uh..."

He Yihong sat opposite Su Xinghe. Su Xinghe looked up at him and signaled him to make his move.

He Yihong looked at the white piece at his hand, then at the chessboard, and said, "Although I'm not very good at chess, I can see that the white piece is about to die. Old man, are you going to let me break the game?"

Although Su Xinghe had never heard of the word "burp", he understood what He Yihong meant. He just smiled and let him make his move.

He Yihong stared at the chessboard for a while and said, "That's amazing! I just asked for a bowl of water and still want to play chess." He then said, "In that case, let's die first and then live, and explore a ray of hope!"

After he finished speaking, he placed a white piece in a white chess piece that was already tightly surrounded by black pieces.

Although there is no such suicidal move in chess, Su Xinghe did not reprimand He Yihong because He Yihong had spoken in advance. He watched He Yihong take down the white pieces, and then placed a black piece himself.

He Yihong's chess skills were not good, so he placed a white piece in the cleared position. Su Xinghe frowned and thought for a while before placing a black piece. He Yihong also placed the 39th position, the 28th position, the 56th position, and so on.

He Yihong made ten moves, then cupped his hands and said to Su Xinghe with a smile, "My chess skills are not good enough, so I won't play against you, old man."

Although He Yihong only made ten moves, Su Xinghe knew that he had cracked the Zhenlong chess game, so he was still very polite to him.

"May I know what your name is, sir? Which school or sect do you belong to?" Su Xinghe asked with a smile.

"My name is He Yihong, and I have no sect or school." He Yihong bowed and said with a smile.

Su Xinghe looked at him in surprise and asked, "No sect or school? Didn't Mr. He have anyone to teach him how to cultivate?"

He Yihong smiled and said, "Three years ago, I got a book called Nine Yang Manual and practiced it randomly according to the formula in it."

Su Xinghe said excitedly: "It's God's will! Although the young master's chess skills are shallow, he has cracked the Zhenlong chess game set by my old master. It's even better that he has no school or sect."

"What's wrong?" He Yihong asked "confusedly".

"Young Master, please follow me." Su Xinghe said respectfully to He Yihong.

He Yihong followed Su Xinghe to a small wooden house at the back. Su Xinghe said respectfully, "I am Su Xinghe, the unworthy disciple, and I am here to meet you, Master! Master, a young man came down the mountain today. He has no sect or school, but he cultivated his inner strength by chance. Although his chess skills are low, he was able to crack the Zhenlong chess game you set up."

"Bring him in!" a voice came from the cabin.

"Yes!"

Su Xinghe said to He Yihong: "Mr. He, please follow me in."

He Yihong looked at Su Xinghe "cautiously" and said, "You don't want the people inside to take over my body, do you?"

"Possessing a body? What does it mean to possess a body?" Su Xinghe asked doubtfully, but he also saw He Yihong's "worry" and said with a smile: "Sir, don't worry. This is an opportunity for you."

"Chance? That's not bad!" He Yihong smiled and followed Su Xinghe into the wooden house. In the inner room, He Yihong saw Wuyazi, and Wuyazi also saw him.

"Why is your hair so short? Are you a monk who has left the secular world?" Wuyazi asked.

He Yihong smiled and said, "No, I lived overseas for a long time before, and people there don't have long hair, so I got used to it."

Wuyazi nodded and asked, "How long have you been practicing internal skills?"

"It's been a little over three years!" said He Yihong.

"Oh? In just over three years, you have already achieved such a high level of cultivation?" Wuyazi was a little surprised. "Your strength is equivalent to that of other martial artists who have practiced for more than ten or twenty years."

"So powerful?!" He Yihong was also a little surprised. He had only practiced the Nine Yang Magic for more than three years, but he had already gained the power of others in 10 to 20 years. It seemed that the Nine Yang Magic was still very powerful. However, it made sense. After Zhang Wuji had perfected the Nine Yang Magic, his internal strength was not much weaker than Zhang Sanfeng. Even Song Yuanqiao could not compare to him.

Wuyazi said: "Can I see your cultivation secrets? I just want to see if your method of internal cultivation has gone astray."

He Yihong said: "Of course no problem. But I don't have it with me, but I can memorize it."

"Then recite it once!" Wuyazi said, and then said to Su Xinghe: "You step aside for a moment."

"Yes! Master."

After Su Xinghe left, He Yihong recited the "Nine Yang Divine Art". After listening to it, Wuyazi said, "Your "Nine Yang Divine Art" is very good. It is not weaker than the three great arts of my Xiaoyao Sect." He then asked a few more questions, and He Yihong answered them one by one.

Wuyazi silently practiced the Nine Yang Magic Art there, pondered for a moment and said: "Your Nine Yang Magic Art is not complete yet. If you want to practice it to perfection, you need to break through the forty-eight major acupoints in your body."

After hearing what Wuyazi said, He Yihong couldn't help but sigh at his broad knowledge. He only wrote down the technique and practiced it silently, but he actually found the shortcomings of the Nine Yang Magic Skill. The Nine Yang Magic Skill did not record how to practice it to perfection, but everyone who has read The Heaven Sword and the Dragon Saber knows that to practice the Nine Yang Magic Skill to the final level, one needs the guidance of a famous teacher and break through dozens of gates all over the body. Or, like Zhang Wuji, practice in the Qiankun Yiqi Bag to truly practice the Nine Yang Magic Skill.

Master, is there any master in this world better than Wuyazi? Ever since he became disabled, he probably only had internal skills to pass the time. Moreover, he was well-read and had a good understanding of all the martial arts schools. It was no surprise that he could see the shortcomings of the Nine Yang Magic Skill.

"Please give me some advice, senior!" He Yihong begged hurriedly.