"The sky is as big as the heart.”Yang Guo's heart was rippling, but there were some things that he had to say through this little girl's mouth, so he quickly said seriously.
Yang Guo had long understood that only he could untie the knot in Huang Rong's heart. However, Yang Guo really couldn't think of a way to tell Huang Rong. He couldn't say that he had transmigrated and didn't care about Yang Kang's death. Then he would be seen as a traitor and a freak. Huang Rong did not dare to marry Guo Fu to her. Now, he could only let this little girl convey his thoughts.
After he was able to move freely, he went to Huang Yaoshi's study the most and never learned martial arts from Guo Jing. However, Huang Rong had never been willing to face him. Moreover, he probably couldn't hide the fact that he had martial arts from Huang Rong, who had treated him for a month.
The small valley was at the westernmost part of Peach Blossom Island, and there was the Sword Peak's remaining mountain range blocking the way. Guo Fu rocked the small boat, gliding slowly. Yang Guo lay on the boat, his body swaying with the boat. He quietly listened to the blue sea tide, and his heart sank into emptiness.
Guo Fu threw down her oars and rested her cheeks on her hands. Her beautiful eyes looked at Yang Guo in a daze. Her heart was peaceful. She only hoped that she could float on these blue waves for a lifetime and not be separated for a moment.
Yang Guo lay on his back on the boat, his mind calm and in a daze. He came to an immortal mountain and saw that the rocks were golden in color, like gold. The trees were also crystal clear and warm, as if they were carved from white jade. The river water was green and emitted a strong fragrance.
Suddenly, he saw two rings of light flashing on the osmanthus tree, one white and one flower, flickering and dazzling. When he looked closely, it turned out to be a white snake and a magpie playing and fighting. The white snake was coiled around the tree, its head sticking out a large part of its body, swaying back and forth. Its eyes were shining, and although it was silent, its aura was like a dragon, making people feel that its small body contained incomparable strength. The magpie stood on a branch not far away, leaning forward and staring at the snake. He wanted to gather it, but he dared to. He opened his mouth to pick it up, but he did not dare to peck it. He just flapped his beautiful wings. His posture was like a phoenix about to fly. The dragon and phoenix played with each other, each showing their strange postures, showing off their wonderful postures. They were quiet and guarded against movement, soft and hard. There was a coming and going, and there were endless changes. In the end, no one could do anything about the other. The more Yang Guo looked, the more fascinated he became. Suddenly, he heard the white snake and the magpie call out at the same time,"Come on! Come on!" He soared into the air and ran far away.
Yang Guo gave chase and turned around the river bend. There was a white-haired old man practicing boxing by the river. The white snake and magpie flew into his arms and turned into the embroidered dragon and phoenix on his yellow robe.
The old man's boxing posture was very similar to that of a dragon and phoenix. It was as quiet as Mount Tai and as soft as a willow in spring. However, there was a hardness in the softness and a movement in the stillness. It was hidden but not revealed, and it was ever-changing. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that he had martial arts and strength. He could split mountains and overturn seas, capture dragons and subdue tigers.
The more Yang Guo looked at it, the more curious he became. Why did the old man's fist technique look so familiar? He stretched his arms and imitated the old man's movements. He practiced them one by one and suddenly realized that this was the original form of Taiji Fist. It was just that the moves were much simpler, but they were more elegant and ethereal.
The old man fought faster and faster, and his moves became more concise. Yang Guo focused his attention and looked carefully. The old man flipped and turned, but there were only two moves, one Yin and one Yang. They were casually danced, and their magical effects were endless.
The old man changed his move again. This time, he only used one move. He drew circles with one hand continuously, as if he was a skillful hand in the air. He drew hundreds of silver halos in the void. However, the changes within were more complicated and profound than a thousand or a hundred moves. It was as if all the moves were completely integrated into this move.
Yang Guo was shocked. Every circle drawn by this old man had an unfinished meaning. The circles intertwined like a flowing river that never stopped.
The old man suddenly withdrew his fist and returned to his stance. His body was like a tall and straight ancient pine tree, carrying the aura of the clouds. He smiled happily at Yang Guo, and his body turned into a silver light that filled the sky and dissipated. A clear voice sounded. "The Heavenly Dao is complicated and the Great Dao is simple.”
Yang Guo's mind was shaken and he suddenly woke up. He turned his head and saw that he was still lying on the boat. Guo Fu was holding her cheek and looking at him in a daze. What he saw and heard just now was actually a dream. However, why was this dream so real? It was as if it had appeared in front of his eyes. The old man's fist technique was the authentic Taiji Fist, a true peerless martial art.
Yang Guo closed his eyes and carefully recalled the old man's fist intent in his mind until he was familiar with it and could no longer forget it. In a short period of time, he was extremely exhausted, as if he had just gone through a huge battle. His entire body was drenched in sweat.
"Big brother, what's wrong?" Guo Fu suddenly saw Yang Guo's pale face and his body was burning with heat. She was shocked and hurriedly jumped to Yang Guo's side, shouting in fear.
Yang Guo forced his eyes open and said weakly. "Little sister, don't worry, I'm fine. I was just calculating martial arts and exhausted my mind.”
Guo Fu felt relieved, her clear and beautiful eyes still staring at Yang Guo, not daring to relax for even a moment.
In a short period of time, Yang Guo felt as if all the True Qi in his body had been exhausted. His body no longer had any strength, and his eyelids were hard as he fell into a deep sleep.
The moonlight was as cool as water, and the small boat swayed with the gentle waves. Guo Fu had been squatting beside Yang Guo for a whole day. Yang Guo was still sleeping soundly and refused to wake up.
"Fu 'er, so you're here.”With a hearty laugh, Guo Jing swam over from the sea. He kicked his feet in the water and used the push of the current to fly into the air and land on the boat. Suddenly seeing Yang Guo lying unconscious on the boat, he was shocked and asked. "What's wrong with Guo 'er?"
Guo Fu shook her head blankly. "Yang Guo said that he was exhausted from thinking about martial arts. Father, quickly take a look. Is Big Brother alright?。”
Under the moonlight, Guo Jing observed carefully. His mind was shocked as if waves were rolling. Under Yang Guo's skin, there was a faint layer of treasure light, and his entire body did not have the slightest aura of a martial artist, just like an ordinary youth. It was just that it was even more elegant. It seemed to have fused with the surrounding environment.
"Essence? How is this possible? How old is this kid? How can he cultivate to this level?”Guo Jing couldn't believe his eyes. He had only seen Yang Guo's temperament from his father-in-law, Huang Yaoshi. As quiet as a mountain, as unmoving as a mountain, it is natural.
"Father, is big brother alright?" Guo Fu didn't know what essence was, but Yang Guo had been refusing to wake up for such a long time, so she was extremely worried.
"Not only is this kid fine, he even obtained a great fortune.”Guo Jing shook his head and smiled. Guo Jing had never thought much of the concept of fortune. His martial arts skills, which were superior to the rest, were all obtained through hard work. His constitution was not as good as Yang Kang's, and his intelligence was far from Huang Rong's. However, in terms of martial arts cultivation, these two people were simply incomparable to him. However, the young Yang Guo in front of him shocked Guo Jing. He thought to himself,'Could it be that this kid's realm is comparable to my father-in-law?'
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