I will be stronger after the remake

Perhaps because he did not reveal the location of Peach Blossom Village to outsiders, he easily found his way back and did not get lost like the fisherman in "The Peach Blossom Spring".

He ran all the way to the ancestral hall and told all the villagers that the monster had been killed. While the villagers were celebrating, they also saw Yu Shujiang, who had lost an arm and was unconscious, and they all went forward to care for her.

"Disperse! Everyone disperse! Too many people gathering is bad for the patient. Everyone else leave, Dr. Ping stays!"

The village chief immediately stepped forward and gave orders.

The village's only doctor came to examine Yu Shujiang's condition and said to Tang Ping, "Her external injuries are no longer a problem, only internal evil remains. Her symptoms are alternating chills and fever. Perhaps we can use Xiao Chai Hu Tang."

"Ah."

Tang Ping had no better option than to trust.

After a while, Doctor Ping finished preparing the soup, but Yu Shujiang remained unconscious. Tang Ping was powerless to help and could only wait for her to wake up.

As for the mouth-to-mouth method of feeding medicine, as seen in TV dramas, it is impossible in reality because unconscious people are usually unable to swallow on their own. Forcibly feeding them will only cause the medicine or saliva to enter the trachea, leading to aspiration pneumonia or suffocation.

Fortunately, the physique of a psychic is ultimately superior to that of an ordinary person. By nightfall, Yu Shujiang finally woke up, and Tang Ping, who had been watching over her, quickly fed her the medicine.

After swallowing the soup with difficulty, Yu Shujiang said weakly, "Brother, I'm a little cold. Can you hug me?"

Tang Ping had originally planned to bring a blanket, but since the other party had made the request, he had no choice but to comply. So he sat down behind Yu Shujiang and held her in his arms.

Yu Shujiang adjusted her body to make herself more comfortable, and then said in a fragile tone, "Brother, you are so good to me. My parents have never cared about me like this before. When I was sick, they would just leave me to be taken care of by the nanny."

Tang Ping comforted her, saying, "Because you used to have minor illnesses, they would still worry about you in the same way now."

"No way, they don't care about me at all!"

Yu Shujiang's eyes were filled with a mixture of excitement and sadness as she asked, "Do you know what my name means?"

Tang Ping recalled: "I had looked it up before, and I remember there was a line in the Book of Songs, 'The beautiful women are numerous, and the men are valiant,' is this the source?"

"Brother, so you specifically looked up my name!"

Upon hearing this, Yu Shujiang couldn't help but smile slightly. Even the smallest act of care made her happy.

But she immediately said dejectedly, "Unfortunately, this name has no meaning. It is neither a blessing nor an expectation, nor does it have any inherent significance. It simply refers to a woman with the surname Jiang, just as my birth was not the result of love, but merely a task in life."

“My mother chose my father not because of love, but because she saw that he was honest and handsome. So she got married. For her generation, getting married and having children was a must. So she just found someone she liked and had me. That way she could focus on her career and not have to bear the pressure from her elders and societal norms.”

"I always thought my dad harbored resentment towards my mom, and that this resentment extended to me, which is why he didn't care about me. That is, until I entered the world of spiritual energy and learned his identity: Lingbao Daoist, one of the Three Pure Ones, Taishang Wangqing..."

“At that time I understood that he had no resentment towards my mother, nor towards me. He had neither love nor hate. He simply didn’t care. What did the identities of wife, daughter, and family mean to the Celestial Venerable?”

"It's better than being indifferent or resented. At least it proves that he cares about me. Now, apart from the fact that my name contains both of their surnames, what connection do I have with them?"

"I studied so hard, exercised, participated in all sorts of activities, and did things I didn't want to do, just so they would notice me. It was such a small wish, but it has never come true."

"Brother, I really envy you. Your father cares about you so much. His eyes light up when he sees you. It's the first time I've realized that parents can love their children like that."

"Brother, I'm so jealous of you. My mom cares about you, an outsider, more than her own daughter. I've seen her call you when we're at home, but when I was living at school, she never contacted me once."

"What am I to them, anyway?"

When Yu Shujiang poured out her heart, Tang Ping did not respond. He knew that she did not need his comfort, so he simply hugged her tighter and quietly listened.

Unbeknownst to her, Yu Shujiang fell into a deep sleep again. Perhaps the medicinal soup had taken effect, or perhaps her immortal constitution had shortened the recovery time. Her body temperature gradually stabilized and no longer fluctuated between hot and cold.

As it approached midnight, Tang Ping, exhausted from a long day, could no longer resist the urge to sleep and also fell asleep.

……

About four hours later, as the sunlight shone on her, Tang Ping opened her eyes. Upon waking, she immediately checked on Yu Shujiang's condition and found that her pulse had returned to normal and her body temperature had not changed. Only then did she feel relieved.

"But what about this arm? The only chance for it to grow back is to go back, but she doesn't want to go back."

Tang Ping recalled their conversation the previous night. In addition to venting her long-suppressed frustrations, Yu Shujiang firmly stated that she would never go back, even if it meant spending the rest of her life as a one-armed female knight-errant. She only wanted to live in Peach Blossom Village forever and never care about the outside world's troubles again.

Personally, Tang Ping didn't want to go back either. After all, he and Yu Shujiang had eloped here together, determined to live a carefree, Buddhist-like life. If he went back, he might get into some trouble. But for the sake of her arm, he wasn't afraid to take the risk against his will.

Everything should be prioritized according to its importance and urgency.

"Forget it, let's discuss it with her after she recovers from her injuries."

Tang Ping shook his head and put the matter aside for the time being. He glanced at Yu Shujiang again and found that the other party was covered in sweat, which made his clothes stick to his body.

"This definitely won't be comfortable, and the sweat will take away the warmth when it cools down. Let's ask Aunt Wang to help her wipe herself down."

Tang Ping turned to leave the house, but stopped halfway through his step because he realized it wasn't necessary.

"Since we're a couple, it's just wiping each other's bodies, nothing that's going to cause any serious harm, so there's no need to deliberately avoid it, right?"

After thinking it over, Tang Ping decided not to bother others, so she filled a basin with hot water, first used a hot towel to wipe away Yu Shujiang's sweat, and then used a dry towel to absorb the remaining moisture on her skin.

After doing all this, the unconscious Yu Shujiang showed a comfortable expression.

Chapter 240 Harmony between Heaven and Man

"I made it very clear to you before that Shujiang and I have decided to stay here and will not go back. Please don't bother us anymore."

Tang Ping spoke to a strange-looking spirit creature.

This spirit creature has four faces: a human face, a lion face, a bull face, and an eagle face. It has two pairs of wings, a body that looks like a metal box, and its body is covered with eye-shaped patterns. Its lower body is a constantly rotating wheel.

"No, no, no, please listen to me patiently. Your and Yu Shujiang's memories have been altered. According to our experts' analysis, the mythical ruins of Peach Blossom Spring may have the ability to modify memories or cognition, and your behavior clearly fits this description," said the strangely-looking spirit.

“I don’t think my memories have been altered. Everyone in the village has been very friendly to us. Please stop spreading alarmist rumors. Of course, I’m not an unreasonable person. If you insist on this view, please provide evidence to convince me.”

The spirit creature said angrily, "If we had enough time, we could definitely find the logical inconsistencies by carefully comparing the memories. But my projection can't stay in your place for long and will soon disappear. You two are in another dimension, and I can't forcibly teleport you back. I need your cooperation. Once you return to the Illusionary Realm, we will naturally be able to find the evidence."

Tang Ping shook his head and said, "The more you insist on letting us go, the more I will suspect that you have other motives. For example, is this a one-way ticket, only allowing us to go and not come back? I can't believe you just based on verbal communication."

"You're so stubborn, are you some kind of stone spirit reincarnated from a cesspool? I've said so many nice things and so many mean things, but you won't listen to a word. I'm really going to be driven crazy by you. If it weren't for someone asking me to do this, do you think I would..."

The spirit creature cursed loudly, but before it could say more, it was forced to disappear because the time limit had expired.

Tang Ping shook his head, not taking the other party's final insults to heart. He picked up a fishing rod and slowly walked towards the back mountain. Along the way, the villagers he encountered greeted him warmly. After all, he and Yu Shujiang were the benefactors who defeated the monster and saved the entire village.

Tang Ping gave a perfunctory reply, came to a stream at the foot of the back mountain, found a place to sit down, and then did not put on any bait. He just lowered his eyes and stared at the water, his ears twitching slightly as if trying to catch some subtle sound.

A moment later, he flicked his wrist, and the empty hook sank into the water like a nimble snake, stirring up a fine ripple.

Deep in the river, the subtle vibrations produced by the fish's tails as they swam were transmitted along the fishing line to Tang Ping's palm. At this moment, Tang Ping had already closed his eyes and constructed this river in his mind. The same vibrations appeared in his mind, rippling outwards.

Based on the frequency of this vibration, he clearly outlined the size and shape of the fish.

Instead of rushing to fish, Tang Ping focused intently on sensing the movements in the water. He no longer had any obsession with fishing, but instead, just like in battle, he let his consciousness merge with the surrounding environment. His consciousness spread out with his "strength," experiencing the world from a different perspective, while simultaneously constructing a one-to-one representation of it in his sea of ​​consciousness.

When Tang Ping sensed a fish approaching, he didn't rush to lift the rod. Instead, he patiently waited for the best opportunity, just like when he was seizing an enemy's weakness in battle.

His fishing rod swayed slightly with the rhythm of the fish swimming, and the fishing line drew a natural arc in the water, as if it were one with the water flow and the fish.

Finally, the moment the fish turned around, he suddenly exerted force with his wrist, and the fishing hook precisely pierced the fish's mouth. The whole action was smooth and seamless.

A silver-scaled fish burst out of the water, struggling in the air before landing in Tang Ping's palm in a perfect arc. The splashing water landed on his face, but he didn't rush to put the fish into the bamboo basket. Instead, he gently stroked the fish's body, feeling its rapid heartbeat.

"So that's how it feels, this is what it means to be one with nature..."

Tang Ping muttered to himself, letting the silver fish escape the hook and fall back into the water, creating ripples. He was completely absorbed in his surroundings.

A gentle breeze caressed my cheeks, carrying the moisture of the river and the fragrance of fresh grass; the water flowed rhythmically against the riverbank; and the distant calls of returning birds broke the tranquility of the sky.

The holographic projection constructed in Tang Ping's sea of ​​consciousness also adjusted and changed accordingly, eventually becoming exactly the same as the real environment.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his gaze clear and bright, reflecting the ever-changing clouds in the twilight.

The reeds in my mind swayed with the wind, and the next moment, the reeds in reality also swayed with the wind, at the exact same angle, without the slightest deviation.

"Ha, Buddha, I've got it!"

"The unity of man and nature is not only about following the rhythm of all things, but also about actively integrating into nature and resonating with all things through one's own strength."

"I am heaven and earth!"

Tang Ping smiled slightly, then suddenly exerted force on the fishing rod, which swung out like a crescent moon. The fishing line, like a silver lightning bolt, lashed the water with a sharp "crack," and the force on the line spread outwards like ripples, creating fine waves that surged towards the banks.

This force, though seemingly fierce, contained a rhythm that resonated with heaven and earth. The entire river seemed to be startled, and the originally calm surface began to churn violently.

First, a small fish leaped out of the water, followed by two, three...

More and more fish, pulled by the force, swung their tails and leaped out of the water.

In an instant, countless silver scales shimmered brilliantly in the setting sun. Schools of fish rose and fell, drawing graceful arcs in the air before splashing into the water with a "plop, plop."

In an instant, the river surface boiled, and fish flew about. The spectacular scene attracted villagers passing by to stop and marvel. Tang Ping stood on the bank, his clothes fluttering in the wind, exuding an aura of harmony with nature. He quietly watched the wonder he had created, his eyes filled with a serene and peaceful tranquility.

"Unexpectedly, the battle with Cao Poshi did not allow me to comprehend the Gang Jin, but instead I comprehended the unity of heaven and man."

Tang Ping sighed briefly, but then denied it again: "No! The battle with Cao Poshi was just a turning point from movement to stillness. The real root of the problem lies in Peach Blossom Village. This place is indeed quite peculiar. It can keep people in a peaceful state of mind and is naturally suitable for comprehending the unity of heaven and man... However, that spiritual creature may not be wrong. My memories may have been tampered with."

Originally, he only vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. But now that he had mastered the state of oneness with nature, he finally realized the disharmony in his own spirit. It was like a stone that had been thrown into a stream. The stone wasn't big, at least not big enough to block the river, but it still forced the river to detour.

Compared to before, the river's flow rate and velocity remained unchanged, but a stone had appeared, making it particularly unsightly.

However, Tang Ping has only a preliminary understanding of the unity of heaven and man, and has not yet mastered it. Therefore, he can only detect this "disharmony" at present, but is not enough to see through the true nature of the body, nor can he eliminate the "disharmony".

Perhaps in another two or three months, once he has fully grasped the state of mind of oneness with nature, he will be able to move this stone. But he does not intend to do so, because there is a more efficient way. There is no need to continue waiting, after all, the patience of that spiritual creature is about to be worn out.

Tang Ping got up and was about to leave when she suddenly slapped her forehead: "Oh, I almost forgot, I can't go back empty-handed, otherwise Shu Jiang will laugh at me for being a pilot."

He turned around and cast the rod again, pulling it back in less than three seconds, and a plump fish fell into the bamboo basket.

……

"Hey, you caught another big fish today."

Like a couple who have been together for years, Yu Shujiang skillfully took the bamboo basket from Tang Ping's hands, glanced inside, and revealed a satisfied smile.

"Look at what you're saying. Fishing is a trivial matter for a martial arts master like me."

Why were you empty-handed the day before yesterday?

"I had a sudden realization that day, so I didn't have time to go fishing."

"Since you're a martial arts master, can't you learn and fish at the same time?"

Yu Shujiang bit open the apron's tie, and with a flick of her tattered sleeve, a shiny black iron block flew out from her waist with a "whoosh," transforming in mid-air into a perfectly fitting metal arm that embedded itself into the severed arm—it was the Ruyi Iron.

With her left hand, she picked up the fish by the tail and pressed it against the groove of the cutting board. The Ruyi Iron Arm transformed into a sharp cleaver, the blade cleanly slicing open the fish's belly. As the fish roe rolled into her palm, the Ruyi Iron Arm transformed into a wooden ladle, precisely scooping water to rinse it. Water droplets splashed onto the earthenware jar, startling butterflies. Then, it transformed into a thick club, smashing garlic cloves with a "crack." In the instant the garlic skins splattered and juices overflowed, it transformed into slender chopsticks, scooping ginger slices and minced garlic into a rough earthenware bowl.

Next, Yu Shujiang transformed the Ruyi Iron into kitchen utensils such as soup spoons, spatulas, and cleavers, saving a lot of time. Although she has not been cooking for long, her skills have evolved from "edible" to "sometimes surprising".

The so-called immortal is an omnipotent being who is extremely insightful in whatever they do and learns everything very quickly, including cooking.

Tang Ping was in charge of washing the ingredients. When she took a break, she turned her head and saw Yu Shujiang turn her iron arm into fire tongs, skillfully manipulating the firewood. The leaping flames reflected a warm light on the wisps of hair around her neck.

Wisps of white smoke, carrying a fresh aroma, drifted out of the wooden window. Startled sparrows fluttered across the eaves. The two enjoyed a simple but satisfying dinner while admiring the pastoral scenery.

After washing the dishes, Yu Shujiang brewed a cup of peach blossom tea, sat down next to Tang Ping, tilted her head slightly and leaned on his shoulder. The two did not speak, but just watched the sun gradually set and the moon slowly rise.

Yu Shujiang suddenly spoke up: "Actually, I don't think there's anything inconvenient about using iron bowls and chopsticks for eating. Iron bowls are not afraid of being broken, and there's no need to worry about bacteria residue on iron chopsticks."

Tang Ping saw through the other person's true intentions at a glance and said speechlessly, "How much do you not want to wash the dishes!"

"Who told us there's no dishwasher here! There are people in the world who like cooking, but there's absolutely no one who likes washing dishes," Yu Shujiang said confidently.

Tang Ping sighed, "That's why you said you could just let me do the dishes."

"No, we clearly agreed before that you would focus on your cultivation and I would take care of your daily life." After saying that, Yu Shujiang couldn't help but turn her head and act coquettishly, "Ruyi Iron is really useful. It's clean and hygienic. When you use it to turn into iron bowls and chopsticks, you don't need to wash them after eating. You can just turn them back, and all the food scraps will fall off."

Tang Ping compromised, saying, "I can barely accept an iron bowl, but I feel that iron chopsticks go against the cultural traditions of our ancestors. This is the bottom line, and we cannot give in."

"Alright, it won't take long to wash two pairs of chopsticks anyway."

While they were talking, Yu Shujiang took advantage of Tang Ping's inattention and suddenly leaned out to kiss her cheek. Then, like a fox that had stolen grapes, she giggled.

Tang Ping glanced at him, revealing a "I can't do anything with you" expression, and pulled him into her arms, wrapping her arms around him, just like that night.

Yu Shujiang suggested, "Hold on tighter."

Tang Ping did as instructed.

Yu Shujiang was still not satisfied: "Tighter."

The screen continued to tighten, and the two of them became like a pair of statues, doing nothing and quietly waiting for time to pass.

When the last ray of sunlight disappeared, Tang Ping finally let go of her hands, stood up and said, "It's already dark, let's go back to the room."

Just as he turned around, Yu Shujiang reached out and grabbed his sleeve, saying, "I'm very satisfied with this arm, and I'm getting more and more used to it lately. It's already more flexible than my other hand, so it's okay if I don't go back. I don't need to grow my hand back."

Tang Ping was silent for a while before speaking: "To be honest, I quite like this kind of life now. After all, deep down I yearn for a peaceful and tranquil life. It's just that I learned martial arts when I was young, and with a little bit of unrealistic fantasy, I embarked on another magical path. Now that I'm far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, my true self is becoming clearer and clearer."

Yu Shujiang's eyes lit up, and she said happily, "That's perfect! Let's just stay here and stop worrying about the outside world. Like they often say in TV dramas, let's be a couple who don't envy the mandarin ducks or the immortals. Isn't this the paradise that our ancestors always longed for?"

"Assuming everything is true."