Lin Hu was a web writer. To be precise, he was a popular martial arts and fantasy web writer who could be called a god.
At the same time, he was also a senior fan of martial arts novels. He had read the works of the predecessors of Jin Yong and Ancient Dragon over and over again, and he could almost recite them backwards. What he yearned for the most was the freedom and boldness of the martial arts world. They could wield their swords, drink wine, eat meat, and help others when they saw injustice, unlike in this society where they were afraid of being blackmailed even when they helped an old lady.
Lin Hu liked to read wuxia novels about time travel. He often looked forward to traveling to various wuxia worlds and becoming a butterfly that flapped its wings. It would change the world plot and change the various imperfect endings left by the original author.
Today, his dream came true. There were no lightning strikes or car collisions. He just slept. When he woke up, he had turned into a little boy, a character that shocked him, Linghu Chong.
That's right, he became the Linghu Chong of his childhood, the child who had a hard life.
Among Jin Yong, Lin Hu admired two people the most. One was Yang Guo, and the other was Ling Huchong. These two people were equally unrestrained, equally talented, and equally frustrated. Fate played a trick on them.
Ling Huchong was miserable for half of his life. He became an orphan when he was young and was taken in by Mount Hua's sect master Yue Buqun. He lived on Mount Hua for more than ten years. Then, he suffered internal injuries, emotional setbacks, and was expelled from the sect.
Even though he was finally able to return to the mountains with Ren Yingying after the bitter end, this was not what Lin Hu wanted. He wanted to change everything.
Master supreme martial arts, have supreme power, command the law, turn the clouds and rain with a flip of the hand, when the ambition comes, he can control the rise and fall of the world, and when he wants to play with the world, this is Lin Hu's pursuit.
However, the premise of all this was that this poor child had to find food to fill his stomach first.
That's right, Linghu Chong hadn't joined the Huashan Sect yet! In this chaotic era, it was definitely not easy for an eight-year-old child to live alone.
F * ck! Linghu Chong looked at the snow outside the ruined temple and wanted to cry.
The sun rose and set, the moon waxed and waned, winter passed and spring came, spring passed and winter came again. In the blink of an eye, a year had passed, and Linghu Chong had already lived through this chaotic era.
This year, he had seen people breaking bones to cook, and people trading their children for food. There was even one time when he was almost caught and sold by a human trafficker. Fortunately, he met a wandering monk who passed by and saved his life. The monk saw that he had a good constitution and once asked him if he was willing to join Spiritual Vulture Temple. In the end, he was rejected and left regretfully.
In this year, he was used to the fickleness of the world. He saw the disciples of the Demon Cult burn, kill, rob, and treat human lives like grass. He also saw the disciples of the righteous sects who pretended to be dignified but secretly lived like flies. Now, he finally understood that this was a dark world. There was no so-called justice or evil. Only those with strength could be respected.
In pursuit of power, Linghu Chong had a strong determination and desire to become stronger.
He, Linghu Chong, had to become a powerful warrior!
Linghu Chong's thirst for power had reached an uncontrollable level.
Fortunately, the traveling monk had left him a set of Shaolin's entry-level Arhat Fist before he left. The fist technique was righteous and awe-inspiring. To a certain extent, it could dispel the evil thoughts of the practitioner. As such, Linghu Chong didn't make a mistake and stepped into the demonic path, using any means to obtain power.
The inertia of the plot was still very strong. This year, when Linghu Chong was nine years old, he met the two most important relatives in his life, his master and his wife, Yue Buqun.
On this day, Linghu Chong was hunting in the forest. His opponent was a wild boar that was half the height of a human. This was an opponent that even an adult would not dare to provoke. However, Linghu Chong had no other choice. The weak prey in the mountains had almost all been killed, leaving only the powerful beasts. In order to survive, he had to fight.
He only had a simple pear wood bow, a few arrows with rusty iron arrowheads, and a large wood-chopping knife. He looked at the wild boar with a solemn expression. The pearwood bow was already drawn and loaded with arrows. The bow was like a full moon, and the arrowhead was shining brightly.
The wild boar moved. The bowstring loosened, and the arrow pierced the wild boar's head, leaving a three-inch-long wound. It flew out, but it did not obtain any substantial gains. Ling Huchong dodged the wild boar's charge and clenched his right fist. He used Flower Cover to hit the wild boar's temple.
The powerful impact shook Linghu Chong's arm, causing his right hand to feel weak. The wild boar was sent flying, and blood seeped out of its temple. It was obviously injured.
Ling Huchong endured the pain and gripped the chopper tightly. He slashed at the wild boar without mercy. A cold light flashed and blood spurted out from the boar's head, splattering all over Ling Huchong's face.
"What a good move, Flower arrangement covering the top. Little friend, you're so young, but you've actually achieved such attainments in the Arhat Fist of Spiritual Vulture Temple.”A couple walked out of the forest path. They saw that this couple was well-dressed. Although they were dressed in simple clothes, they were all sewn with high-quality silk. People dressed like this must be rich and noble. It was the man who had just spoken. He wore a long black robe and looked elegant and handsome.
Ling Huchong glanced at the person and knew that the other party was of noble status, so he lowered his head and said,"How could it enter your eyes? When I was young, I was saved by an eminent monk who taught me this fist technique. However, there were three ways to be unfilial, and the worst was to have no descendants. The child did not dare to break the inheritance of his ancestors, but he did not enter Spiritual Vulture Temple.”
A trace of joy and passion flashed in the person's eyes. He tidied up his silk clothes and smiled slightly."Little friend, you are so wise at your age. If you don't mind, are you willing to become my disciple?”
"This Yue, could it be?" A thought flashed through Linghu Chong's mind as he asked calmly," I wonder who you are, sir?”
The young woman knew that her husband had the idea of cherishing talent, so she continued,"My husband is the sect master of Mount Hua, Yue Buqun of the Noble Sword.”
"Child, now, are you willing to enter my sect?"”
As expected, Linghu Chong was delighted. Nine Swords Beyond the Swords, Purple Cloud Divine Art, Five Mountains Sword Art, I, Linghu Chong, am here.
"Sir's reputation for chivalry has spread far and wide. Even my late father admired him for a long time. He often said that Sir's moral character was second to none in the pugilistic world. "I am willing to take you as my master." Ling Huchong obediently knelt down and kowtowed three times.
Yue Buqun chuckled, his eyes filled with joy.
He patted Ling Huchong's head and said,""Idiot, why are you still calling me mister?"
"Oh, yes, Master!" Ling Huchong scratched his head and smiled.
He was an orphan in his past life, and when Yue Buqun touched his head, he suddenly felt a fatherly love. This feeling made him, who was strong, cry.
"In this life, I must not let my master walk down the path of betrayal. I must obtain the strongest power to protect everyone around me," Ling Huchong swore silently.
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