Mainland Martial Arts

Chen Yu nodded, his gaze falling on Lin Feng once again, examining him carefully from head to toe, as if examining a precious treasure, trying to uncover its hidden secrets. "I think it's Lin Feng. No matter how I look at him, I can't tell." His tone was filled with certainty, as if he had already determined that the Lin Feng before him was his long-lost friend, without the slightest doubt.

Chen Xiner sighed softly, a flicker of bewilderment and confusion in her eyes, as if she were shrouded in a fog, unable to find the way out. "A man blew himself up, shattered into pieces. How do you think he'd be resurrected?" Her voice was thick with doubt. The question weighed on her heart like a heavy stone, a question she couldn't let go of.

Chen Yu hesitated, his brow furrowed tightly, a pensive expression on his face, as if he were trying to recall something important. After a moment, he slowly spoke, "I remember six years ago, Lin Feng and the God knew each other. I think it's possible." There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice. After all, this idea was so bizarre that even he found it hard to believe. But he also felt that this might be the key to solving the mystery.

Chen Xiner was speechless. Her mouth opened slightly, but she couldn't say anything. The expression on her face froze, as if frozen in time. Her thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that mysterious night six years ago.

It was a full moon night, its light shimmering like water, casting a shadow over the world. Lin Feng encountered those mysterious individuals, often called "gods." Their presence was like a meteor streaking across the night sky, fleeting yet breathtaking. A strange light emanated from them, and their actions and words were imbued with a mysterious aura that instilled awe in them.

Before they left, they gave Lin Feng a book. The cover of the book shone with a strange luster, as if it contained endless mysteries. Since then, the book has been carefully kept by Chen Xiner.

For the past six years, Chen Xin'er has meticulously pored over this book whenever she has the time. Its contents are filled with fantastical ideas, and its descriptions of the power of science and technology seem to have opened the door to a new world for Chen Xin'er. She saw the complex mechanical principles, the precise gears and levers working together, as if revealing the secrets of industry; she understood the miraculous transformation of energy, the free shifting of energy between different forms, as if embodying the laws of the universe.

Chen Xin'er still remembers the indescribable shock she felt when she first grasped the secrets of technology from books. It was as if she were in a whole new world, filled with the unknown and surprises. She also tried to build simple devices according to the book's descriptions. She gathered various materials and meticulously crafted them according to the drawings, but due to limitations in materials and technology, she never succeeded. Each failure frustrated her, but she never gave up. Instead, it only strengthened her desire to explore the unknown.

As Chen Xin'er delved deeper into the book, her perspective gradually changed. She discovered that those so-called "miracle skills" were merely the highly advanced technological achievements of another world. That world had developed hundreds of years faster than their own, and in that world, people had already mastered techniques and powers they could hardly imagine.

Huang Yu, the doctor at Anyuantang, emerged from the room with steady steps, steadily carrying a tray upon which sat a steaming pot of fresh tea and several delicate cups. He wore a washed-out cotton shirt. Though over fifty years old, his eyes held a vigorous and gentle gaze. The wrinkles left by time on his face seemed to bear witness to his experience.

"Come, try my freshly brewed tea. It's freshly harvested this year, and it's sweet and refreshing, perfect for a spring afternoon." Huang Yu wore a kind smile, a smile like the warm spring sun, inviting and inviting. He first walked over to Lin Feng, leaned slightly, and gently placed a cup of tea in front of him. The steaming hot tea fell into the cup with a soft sound. "Sir, I heard that you met with an accident in the uninhabited area of ​​the northwest. Now that I see you, I know it was just a rumor." Huang Yu's voice was weathered with time, yet filled with concern. His gaze lingered on Lin Feng's face, as if trying to find some trace of that experience in his expression.

Lin Feng bowed slightly, a polite smile on his face, and said, "I'm sorry to have worried Doctor Huang, but I'm fine now." His voice was steady and gentle, but to Huang Yu, it felt a little strange. In the past, Lin Feng had always been polite to Huang Yu, but never this distant and polite. It was as if there was an invisible barrier between them.

Huang Yu frowned slightly, pondering to himself as he poured tea for Chen Xin'er and Chen Yu. Afterward, Huang Yu gently placed the teapot on the table and turned to look at Chen Yu, his eyes filled with confusion. "Little Chen, is Lord Lin Feng alright?" A hint of worry lingered in his eyes; after all, Lin Feng's behavior was truly unusual.

Chen Yu's eyes were evasive. He glanced at Huang Yu, then quickly at Chen Xin'er. His lips moved slightly, but he didn't know how to start, and he stammered, unable to articulate a clear answer. He was torn between a desire to hide the truth from Huang Yu and a fear that he wouldn't be able to accept this bizarre reality.

At this moment, Chen Xiner sighed softly and said, "Doctor Huang, please take a look at Lin Feng. He did meet with an accident in the no-man's land. He's fine now, just amnesia." Her voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and worry, and her eyes were full of concern for Lin Feng. She bit her lower lip slightly, and her fingers unconsciously twisted together, a manifestation of her inner anxiety.

"Amnesia?" Huang Yu's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with surprise. He had never expected this to happen. "What's going on?" he asked anxiously, his eyes flicking back and forth between Chen Xin'er and Lin Feng, trying to find some clues from their expressions.

"I can't explain it right now. Please help me take a look." Chen Xin'er's tone was pleading. She hoped Huang Yu could use his expertise to find some clues that could help Lin Feng recover his memory. Her eyes revealed a hint of expectation, as if she was conveying an invisible power to Huang Yu, hoping that he could perform a miracle.