Chapter 4: The Mandate of Heaven in Turbulent Times

The old man did not expect that a fine young man would suddenly start crying. Looking at Chu He, he did not seem to be faking it; he thought that Chu He was simply reluctant to part with his master, and his innocent heart was still visible. However, he was once again shaken by Chu He's words and could no longer contain himself. Excitedly, he looked at Chu He and asked, "Does your master have a name?"

Well, well! Is he waiting for me here? Too embarrassed to learn from me himself, yet he wants his apprentice to steal knowledge. However, now that the matter has come to this point, if I refuse, it would indicate that I do not acknowledge Tong Yuan as this convenient brother. Upon thinking of this, Chu He couldn't help but brighten his eyes, and a plan began to form in his mind.

Chu He felt a stir in his heart, tears shimmering in his eyes. With a sigh of melancholy, he shook his head and said: "Since my youth, I have lived in seclusion with my esteemed teacher in the Sweeping Broom Valley of the Zhongnan Mountains. A few days ago, my master summoned me for a conversation, merely stating that I was to come out and complete my apprenticeship task! Before I could inquire further about the nature of this task, my master waved his large sleeve and sent me into a thick fog. I searched for two days before the fog finally cleared. Alas, the world has changed and people have changed; had it not been for encountering Zilong, I might still be unaware of my whereabouts..."

Uh! My master, after more than 1,800 years, if I could take you back, wouldn't that be extraordinary

Zhao Yun, standing nearby, couldn't help but be moved to tears, kneeling down suddenly and clasping his hands, saying: "Master ... hetushu .com .com ... "

The old man was visibly shaken, his eyes reflecting a hint of astonishment. His body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a howl towards the sky. Taking a couple of quick steps forward, he tightly grasped Chu He’s hands and, filled with excitement, said: "Good! Good! Good! What an excellent Tai Chi! Where does your master reside? May I accompany you to pay a visit?"

Tong Yuan laughed heartily, glanced at Zhao Yun, who had a serious expression beside him, and said while holding Chu He’s hand: "More than a decade ago, I was guided by the disciple of a sage to come here to live in seclusion and teach students. I have heard some legends about immortals. Since your master has allowed you to step into the world, there must be a reason for it. You just need to wait for the right moment, and you will surely meet your master then"

Tong Yuan nodded slightly, his eyes brightening. Since Chu He had said so, he set aside his last concern and smiled as he said, "This is not a place for conversation; dear brother, let us go to my residence to rest."

The esteemed teacher had never mentioned it to the younger generation, but once, while composing a poem, he signed it with the two characters "Nan Hua"! The younger generation truly did not know the teacher's name, feeling guilty for the more than ten years of guidance received from him. "Elder, do you know my master? Could you take me back to Zongnan Mountain's Sweeping Broom Valley?" Chu He shook his head in sorrow, slightly hesitant and reluctant. In the end, he suddenly broke free from the old man's hands, bowed with both hands in prayer, and said.

mhetushu.com.com I still cannot return! Well, I shall travel through this world... Thank you for your guidance, esteemed senior, please allow me to bow to you, Chu He!" Chu He bowed again, feeling delighted to be able to converse so closely with a legendary gun god.

Chu He, who initially intended to brush it off, unexpectedly shed tears as he spoke. Perhaps it was because he would have to face this world from over 1,800 years ago all alone from now on, or perhaps it was the realization that he would never see his loved ones again. In any case, the pain in his heart left him in deep sorrow

Upon hearing this, Tong Yuan could not help but nod slightly. He naturally understood that the immortal's techniques could not be casually shared, which is why he chose not to learn from Chu He himself, but instead allowed Zhao Yun to learn. Even if the immortal were to hold him accountable in the future, he would have a justification, as he could send his favored disciple Zhao Yun into the immortal's fold. In this way, Tong Yuan would truly have no regrets in this life.

Haha! Brother Chu, your willingness to teach Tai Chi has already brought me great joy. Not to mention the methods of nurturing strength, even the entirety of my lifelong learning will be shared with you without reservation!" Tong Yuan laughed heartily, thinking that his disciple might one day become a disciple of an immortal, and could not help but feel elated as he looked at Chu He and spoke cheerfully.

"Master Uncle, I pay my respects to you!" Upon hearing this, Zhao Yun's eyes sparkled with brilliance. He knew that the boxing technique of Chu He was exceptionally exquisite, derived from the true teachings of an immortal. Although his spear technique was refined, he had reached a bottleneck. If he could complement it with Tai Chi, he might be able to draw parallels and break through the limitations of his spear technique, possibly even creating a unique style of his own. With this thought in mind, Zhao Yun sincerely bowed down.

Chu He was even more astonished, not expecting Tong Yuan to take it so seriously. At that moment, he found it difficult to refuse, and after stealing a glance at Zhao Yun, he said with a heart full of joy: "Elder brother!"

"Zilong, Brother Tong treats you like a son; you must not disappoint his expectations!" Chu He naturally understood what Tong Yuan was thinking. He patted Zhao Yun on the shoulder and spoke softly, while also giving Tong Yuan a reassuring boost.

This foundational method of cultivation is the fundamental practice for ancient martial artists to enhance their strength and skills, supplemented by medicinal exercises, enabling the human body to break through its limits, thereby achieving the effect of being able to exert a force of a thousand pounds and being invincible in bravery

Chu He was unaware whether there was a Broom Valley in the Zhongnan Mountains. Observing the old man's expression, he was certain that the old man had indeed heard of the Zhongnan Mountains. To enhance the credibility of his lie, he had no choice but to mention the immortal Nanhua, for human nature is treacherous, and he could not guarantee whether the old man was a kind-hearted person.

The Chu River did not obstruct him. With a slight smile, he said with great joy: "Although this Tai Chi is passed down from my esteemed master, it is not said that it cannot be taught to outsiders. However, my master often says that there is no success without hard work; if one makes an effort, there should be a return! I do not wish to ask my elder brother for anything, so how about you teach me the method of nurturing energy from the foundational techniques? This way, when I meet my master in the future, I will have something to report!"

Ah! Is this correct! ... ... Zilong, from now on, Chuhe will be your master uncle. When you meet in the future, you must show respect as a junior and learn more about Tai Chi from your master uncle!" Tong Yuan laughed heartily, seemingly very pleased, and as he spoke, he turned his head to look at the astonished Zhao Yun beside him, saying with a hint of satisfaction.

"It truly burdens me! Brother Chu, please do not act this way in the future. To be able to call the disciple of an immortal my brother is a fortune I have earned over eight lifetimes; how could I dare to refer to myself as a predecessor? If the immortal were to take offense, I would be deeply ashamed! Just call me 'old brother'!" Tong Yuan said, looking at Chu He with great remorse, and even Zhao Yun, who was beside them, couldn't help but feel a bit surprised.

Each sect's foundational cultivation methods are vastly different, tailored to their respective techniques. Randomly combining them would only mislead the successors. Fortunately, the methods for nurturing energy do not have such restrictions

Ah! How is this possible? Senior, you truly recognize my master. Are you indeed agreeing to send me back? This time, Chu He was astonished, looking at Tong Yuanyuan in disbelief, and his heart was stirred with waves of emotion.

The master of Chu He once provided guidance on this knowledge, but never taught him directly. This was partly because they lived in a peaceful era; while immense strength is advantageous, if not controlled properly, it can lead to loss of life and cause trouble. Secondly, the technology of later generations is extremely advanced; even the strongest cannot contend with firearms. Thirdly, the necessary medicines are mostly difficult to obtain. As a result, the older generation of martial artists generally do not easily pass on such methods, and few are willing to invest the effort and time to learn them.

Indeed, upon hearing the name Nan Hua, the old man's trembling body shook even more violently, startling Zhao Yun beside him, who hurriedly supported him. After a long while, the old man let out a deep sigh, effortlessly lifting Chu He with both hands. His eyes sparkled with brilliance as he shook his head and said: "I never expected that I, Tong Yuan, would still have the chance to meet a disciple of an immortal. This life is without regrets! Young man, you need not bow to me; I shall lower my status. From now on, let us address each other as brothers, shall we?"

Tong Yuan, however, was like a startled deer; before Chu He could bow down, he forcefully lifted him up. Chu He felt Tong Yuan's immense strength, and found himself unable to muster even a fraction of his own power in front of him, even with the assistance of internal energy

However, in the present day, Chu He finds himself in the late Eastern Han Dynasty, witnessing the imminent rise of chaos and turmoil across the land. His internal strength is exceedingly weak, and without sufficient power, he fears for his very life. Thus, he begins to contemplate the idea of establishing a solid foundation.