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Huaxia, an unnamed mountain peak. On a large tree at the peak of the mountain, sat a young man in his twenties or thirties. He wore a black coat, a small blade of grass in his mouth, boredly twirling the diamond ring on his finger. Not far away, an old man in a black robe sat down. "Jiang Yu, my time has come to an end." The old man sitting cross-legged suddenly spoke. Tiān Yǔ suddenly jumped from the tree, appearing before the old man in an instant and pouncing on him. "Master, I'm reluctant to part with you." "Roll." The elder waved his hand, and a powerful force materialized, sending Jiang Yu flying several meters away. "Don't think I don't know, you've been waiting for this day for years." Jiang Yu limped to his feet and walked over, sitting down beside the elder. He glanced at the old man and asked, "Old man, this time you weren't joking, were you?" The elder's expression suddenly became serious, and he asked, "Jiang Yu, do you know why I took you as my disciple?" Jiang Yu had never seen the old man so serious before, and he also became serious. You said it was because I have a natural talent for seeing things. The old man nodded lightly and said, "Five years ago, my master knew that today was the day of his death. A book cannot be lost to future generations. He happened to be traveling in Jiangzhong and met you lying unconscious on the street." Jiang Yu was lost in thought, falling into memories. He is the son of Jiang Tian, the head of the Jiang family, the first family in Jiangzhong City. That year, when he was twenty years old, the head of the Jiang family, Jiang Tian, announced that he would be the heir to the 10 billion assets of Jiang's All-Encompassing Pharmaceuticals. At a banquet that same year, he was drugged and fell unconscious. I woke up already on the hotel bed. Next to him was also lying Lin Yiy, the first CEO of Jiangzhong City. At the same time, a large number of reporters broke in. Lin Yiy, the first CEO of Jiangzhong City, has fallen from grace, and because of this incident, Jiang Yu has also caused a significant drop in the shares of Jiang's All-Powerful Pharmaceutical. Old Mr. Jiang, enraged, cast him out of the family. He went from a billionaire heir to a pariah. He fainted on the street, penniless. Just when he was at his wit's end, he met an old man. The old man was an extraordinary hermit, possessing divine medical skills that astounded heaven and earth and martial arts beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. The old man took him all over the place, traveling for five years. Over the past five years, he has treated his grandfather completely. I also learned a skill. But the old man's true skills were never passed down to him. The old man said solemnly, "Jiang Yu, Master's time is running out. You must listen carefully to every word I say next." Jiang Yu came back to his senses and said, "Master, you speak, I listen." "As your master, I know you've always been thinking about the Heart Sutra of Life and Death. I can teach you both the Heart Sutra of Life and Death and the Heavenly Defying Eighty-One Needles, but remember this: a person can be shameless, unscrupulous, and even have no bottom line, but don't do evil." The old man had never told Jiang Yu these things before. His face was grave as he asked, "Master, you wouldn't really…" The old man paused slightly, interrupting him. The Shenguimen lineage is passed down through a single line, and by the time it reached my master, it was already the eighteenth generation. Shenguimen adheres to two strict rules. "Do not treat life lightly." "One must not harm the world." The old man suddenly shouted in a loud voice, "Do you remember?" Jiang Yu was stunned by the shout. It took him several seconds to react, and he nodded timidly like a small chick. Remember, remember. The old man pulled a jet-black token from the pocket of his tattered robe and tossed it over, saying, "This is the Divination Order. From now on, you are the Master of the Divination Gate." "Yes." Jiang Yu respectfully took it, without even looking, and put it in his pocket. Then, he looked at the elder with his eyes. The old man's wrinkled hand rested on Jiang Yu's brow. A memory appeared out of thin air in Jiang Yu's mind. The old man aged suddenly, many more white hairs appearing in his black hair. "According to the technique, one can gather golden needles and black needles. Forty save people with golden needles, forty-one kill people with black needles. Eighty-one needles combined life and death, bones are white, bring back the dead and rebirth, against the heavens and change fate." The old man's voice grew weaker and weaker. Twenty years ago, my master traveled to Jiangzhong City and met a young man named Xia Ruoxue's son. Many years later, I learned that Xia Ruoxue had given birth to a daughter named Xia Mengying, who took care of me... The elder stopped speaking before he finished, slowly lowering his head. "Master..." Sounds of deep and heart-wrenching pain came from the mountaintop. Half a day later. A brand new grave appeared on the mountaintop. The tomb of Tiānyùzǐ, the eighteenth-generation headmaster of Shényùmén. Erecting this monument is Jiāng Yǔ. Jiang Yu knelt on the ground. He followed the Oracle's child for five years. Walking with him all over the place, although he was usually carefree, unkempt, and had his flaws, he wasn't a bad person. But it's good for him. The old man suddenly left, he was very reluctant. "Master, please rest assured, your disciple will certainly follow your teachings and will surely find your son and protect him for life." Jiang Yu knelt on the ground and kowtowed nine times. He picked up the banner of an old man walking the rivers and lakes, carrying a large woven bag, and walked down the mountain. Three days later. Jiangzhong City Passenger Station. A young man, with a tattered flag in one hand and a large woven bag on his shoulder, walked out of the station. Looking at the towering skyscrapers in the distance, Jiang Yu had a dazed expression. "I never thought I, Jiang Yu, would be able to live and return to Jiangzhong. What I lost back then, I will personally retrieve it." Holding a flag, carrying bags, and striding with each step, they walked out of the station. Glug, glug. My stomach is acting up again. Jiang Yu felt his stomach growl. For the past five years, he traveled all over China with the old man. The old man cured people and made money from it, but he donated it all away. When they left, there were only a few hundred yuan left. After buying the train ticket, Jiang Yu now has no money left. "Eat first, then make plans." He sat down by the bus stop outside the station, his flag raised. He opened his woven bag and took out some bottles and cans. "Passing by, don't miss out! Old Immortal personally crafted pills. Cures all illnesses and strengthens those who are healthy. No deception here! Pass this village, and this shop will be gone." Jiang Yu shouted out hoarsely. Many passersby, but all hurried along, none of them would pay him any attention. Even if someone occasionally glances at me, they do so with a face of disbelief. After leaving a look of disdain, they turn and walk away. Jiang Yu waited for ten minutes, but no one came to buy medicine. He sat on the ground, pulling at his hat, watching pedestrians pass by and muttering to himself: "Do I have to learn from the old man in order to sell my medicine?" Remembering the old man selling medicine on the roadside, attracting customers with his booming voice, Jiang Yu couldn't help but burst into laughter. Smirking, a smile froze on his face, replaced by an expression of pain. "Master, during festivals and holidays, the apprentice will burn more for you." Suddenly, a pair of big white flowers appeared in sight. The owner of this long pair of legs wore a pair of white high heels, black. Look up. The tall owner wore black shorts, a white casual T-shirt, full breasts, and had long black hair reaching her shoulders. She was beautiful with an age of around twenty. "Hold on, you're sick." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! ? |