Reborn in Liangshan: I built the strongest lineup

The first year of the Zhenghe era, 1111 AD

A certain place in Henan.

A young man, about nine feet tall and with a majestic appearance, around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, was wielding a three-pointed double-edged sword in the snow!

The three-pointed knife was wielded with unparalleled skill in this person's hands, capable of chopping, slashing, wiping, flicking, cutting, stabbing, pressing, hanging, parrying, and picking. It moved with incredible speed and power, stirring up the snow on the ground while protecting his clothes so that not a single strand of them got wet!

"Senior brother is amazing!"

Not far away, a boy of about eight or nine years old, with a chubby face, was watching the big man practice his kung fu intently. When he saw something exciting, he couldn't help but clap his hands.

"Junior brother, why are you out here again? Be careful, or your master will punish you!"

The burly man used a set of sword techniques, turned around, looked at his junior brother, and picked him up in one swift motion!

"No way! Master said that only my senior brother is the most naughty. He will only punish my senior brother, not me."

The child wasn't afraid at all when the big man lifted him up and put him in the air; he even chatted and laughed with the big man.

"Hmph, you little rascal, you have no sense of restraint! Put your junior brother down right now!"

A strong, resonant voice rang out. The burly man was startled at first, then quickly put the child down, led him to stand properly, and bowed deeply in unison.

"Master!"

"Hmph, Pengju, ignore your senior brother. Come here to Master." (To those who criticize Yue Fei for having a courtesy name at such a young age, don't you know that according to the novel, Yue Fei's father died when he was very young, and gave Yue Fei a courtesy name before he died? Even in official history, Yue Fei had a courtesy name given to him very early on.)

Zhou Tong, now seventy-one years old, has white hair and beard, but the love in his eyes for his disciples has not diminished in the slightest.

"Master, this is blatant favoritism! I'm your disciple too!"

This burly man was none other than Ren Yuan, who had diligently trained in martial arts under Zhou Tong for three years!

Three years of apprenticeship brought about a significant change in Ren Yuan as a person.

The first thing is height.

In the original story, Ren Yuan was 10 feet tall, but when he transmigrated, he exchanged one-tenth of his height for maxed-out comprehension, so his height is now fixed at nine feet.

But nine feet is still a very tall height in the world of Water Margin.

Secondly, his muscles became even more robust and muscular, and his entire body seemed to contain terrifying power.

Finally, his martial arts skills improved rapidly! Whether it was archery, fist fighting, or swordsmanship, he reached an astonishing level in just three years!

For the first three years, Master Zhou Tong was amazed by his disciple's progress every day!

After being shocked so many times, I became numb to it.

It wasn't until last year, after he took on a disciple, that he shifted much of his attention away from the world.

Yes, that little boy just now was Yue Fei, Yue Pengju, Zhou Tong's last disciple!

"Hmph, I wouldn't dare. Your reputation as Optimus Prime is quite formidable in the martial world. How could I, an old man, compare to you?"

Having spent a lot of time with Ren Yuan, Zhou Tong has also learned some of the language of yin-yang people. Now, he's pointing it out to Ren Yuan.

"Master, I know you want to drink the Divine Intoxication, but don't worry, this stuff isn't easy to brew. Every time I make wine, I send it to you as soon as possible."

After obtaining Zhou Tong's permission, Ren Yuan has gradually begun to roam the martial arts world over the past year. Because of his exceptional martial arts skills, generous and forthright personality, and tall stature, his fellow gangsters have given him the nickname "Pillar of Heaven," and even composed a poem in his honor:

Punching three prefectures and six counties,

Daozhen is located on both banks of the Yellow River.

His fame resounded throughout half the sky.

Ren Yuan, the pillar that supports the heavens!

Well, after all these years, I still managed to get the nickname Optimus Prime.

Ren Yuan was a little confused. "Wait, do you people in the martial arts world give nicknames without the owner's permission?"

Besides, why does this doggerel call itself Optimus Prime? Isn't its fame supposed to shake half the sky? It should be called Megatron!

But there was nothing he could do. By the time he learned of the poem, the name of Optimus Prime Ren Yuan had already spread far and wide, and he couldn't take it back even if he wanted to.

Okay, Pillar Bro, then I'll borrow your name for now.

Ren Yuan even wondered if, after he became the leader of Liangshan, he should say before going to war: "Liangshan people, transform!"

In addition to that, Ren Yuan did another thing that year: brewing wine.

After all, he wasn't a professional. Although he knew some modern brewing techniques, they weren't mature. After many failures, he finally managed to make baijiu!

After all, most of the alcohol in the Water Margin world is not very strong.

Ren Yuan named the liquor he created "Immortal's Intoxication," though it wasn't yet in mass production. This was one of his important sources of income in the future.

"Humph, you have a conscience."

In fact, Zhou Tong did not blame Ren Yuan. It was just that the two had developed a tacit understanding over the years.

"Master, please don't scold my senior brother, okay? He's very powerful."

While nestled in his master's arms, Yue Fei secretly tugged at his master's beard, pleading for his senior brother.

"Okay, okay, if you say you won't scold me, then I won't."

Zhou Tong treated Yue Fei like his own grandson, and naturally granted his every request.

"By the way, you little rascal, judging by the time, it's about time you graduated from your apprenticeship. Your master has prepared a gift for you."

"Huh? Master, are you sending me away?"

Ren Yuan knew he might be about to graduate, but when that day actually arrived, he was still very reluctant to part ways.

It felt empty, as if something was missing.

"What do you mean by kicking you out? Who learns skills and still mooches off their master's house every day? Besides, you little rascal, do you think I can kick you out?"

Zhou Tong glared at Ren Yuan. This disciple was quick to learn, filial to him, and acted like a chivalrous hero in the martial arts world. Every master would hope to have such a disciple.

This kid is always joking around with me, he's never serious.

However, as Zhou Tong grew older, he came to like Ren Yuan's way of getting along with him. Even after taking Yue Fei as his last disciple, his affection for Ren Yuan did not diminish in the slightest.

"Oh, it's alright then. I thought you were going to kick me out of the sect."

Ren Yuan shrugged.

As long as they aren't expelled from the sect, it's not a big deal.

"Hmph, you little rascal, I'll kick you out of the sect one of these days!"

"When is 'another day'?"

"Another day is fine!"

"Hey, Master and Senior Brother are arguing again."

Young Yue Fei didn't quite understand that there's a kind of care called "beating is affection, scolding is love."

Ren Yuan and Zhou Tong, master and apprentice, belong to this category.

"Take it. From now on, when you travel the world, this three-pointed double-edged sword will be yours."

Several servants carried over a long, rectangular wooden box. Zhou Tong opened the box and took out a brand-new, silver, three-pointed, double-edged sword with a dazzling, cold gleam.

"This sword is twelve feet long, with a nine-foot handle, forged from fine steel, making it incredibly sturdy. The blade is three feet long, crafted from a piece of extraterrestrial cold iron that I obtained in my early years, and forged countless times by a master craftsman. It is protected by two coiled dragons. The entire sword weighs eighty-one jin (approximately 49 kg), and the blade has been coated with silver molten metal thirty-six times, making it dazzlingly bright. When fighting, its silvery light will shimmer, which can serve to confuse the enemy. So, are you satisfied?"

I'm very satisfied!

Ren Yuan looked at the three-pointed, double-edged sword, which looked almost exactly like the one in the TV series "Lotus Lantern" from his previous life, and felt an indescribable fondness for it.

He immediately took the precious sword from his master's hand, swung it around like a windmill a few times, and hey, the weight was just right!

"Senior brother is so handsome!"

Xiao Yuefei clapped his hands wildly. Although he didn't know what "handsome" meant, his senior brother said that as long as someone said "handsome," then everyone was a good brother!

Then, Ren Yuan plucked a hair and let it fall naturally. The moment it touched the blade, the hair silently split in two!

It can cut a hair in two! Incredibly sharp!

"Disciple thanks Master for passing on the divine weapon to me!"

Ren Yuan bowed down to Zhou Tong. Although the Zhou Tong family was quite wealthy, it must have cost a lot of money to forge this knife.

Master!

"Alright, stop with the mushy stuff. Grab the knife and get out of here."

Zhou Tong waved his hand and turned away from Ren Yuan.

"Remember this: when you're in the world of martial arts, you must not do evil, oppress the good, or betray your country for personal gain, otherwise..."

"Otherwise, without Master's intervention, I will commit suicide to atone for my sins!"

"Get lost! What unlucky things are you saying! Go and make something of yourself, then you won't have wasted these three years of my teaching!"

After saying that, Zhou Tong turned and left with Yue Fei, leaving Ren Yuan alone.

“Master, you’re crying.”

Yue Fei's youthful voice came from the wind.

"No, the snow was too heavy and blew into Master's eyes..."