Prologue

Yue Po nodded like a chick pecking at rice, his thoughts and beliefs had not yet changed. Of course, being a beautiful woman's disciple was much better than being a servant for everyone. Yue Buqun had always respected his wife, but he felt it was somewhat inappropriate to say, "When he grows up, it will be quite inconvenient in the women's quarters." Ning Zhongze smiled and said, "Naturally, he will live in the outer courtyard with your disciples. He can come to me daily for lessons, and I will teach him some basic martial arts for self-defense." Yue Buqun nodded and asked, "What is your name?" "Yue Po," the two characters were pronounced with great effort, fearing that he might mispronounce and change his name, his tongue pressed against his teeth in considerable discomfort. He was still afraid of mispronouncing and changing his name, his tongue pressed against his teeth in considerable discomfort.

Yue Po had a basic understanding of the situation after hearing Yue Buqun, and he felt a great sense of regret: he lamented that he only watched Donnie Yen and not Li Yapeng, and during his student days, he was more interested in fantasy than martial arts. The only thing he knew was that this scholar was the leader of Mount Hua and was a villain, though he did not know how bad he was. The woman with the surname Ning was a good person, but he was unclear about the specifics. He was certain that Linghu Chong and Dugu Jiujian were not mistaken at Mount Hua. From what he heard, it seemed that in this lifetime, he could forget about learning from books. He also knew there was a character named Dongfang Bubai, who was very beautiful and had the highest martial arts skills. In the end, she jumped off a cliff for Linghu Chong, but it seemed she had some collusion with the Japanese pirates. However, it appeared that she came back to life and cultivated an indestructible body, impervious to bullets. Ultimately, Linghu Chong ended up with a woman from the Miao ethnic group who played with snakes, surnamed Ren. The best martial arts were the Sunflower Manual and the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, which required a castration. Beyond that, he knew nothing else. ... One can only say that Yue Po's knowledge was quite absurd; this was the unfortunate result of mixing a bit of the original work with Hong Kong films, and the consequences were quite serious ... The best martial arts were the Sunflower Manual and the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, which required a castration. Beyond that, he knew nothing else. ... One can only say that Yue Po's knowledge was quite absurd; this was the unfortunate result of mixing a bit of the original work with Hong Kong films, and the consequences were quite serious ...

The scholar lightly touched Yue Po's back of the head, showing a sign of approval. However, noticing the defect in his right thumb, he said to Yue Po, "You should raise your left hand and follow my instructions to move your fingers." "Middle finger, thumb, ring finger..." Yet, Yue Po could not react in time, moving mostly with his right hand. The scholar shook his head and sighed, saying, "Junior sister, it is indeed strange. The habit of using the right hand has been ingrained for many years, and now to change to the left hand for practicing sword techniques is utterly impossible. Mount Hua is one of the Five Great Sword Sects; how could I, Yue Buqun, accept a disciple who cannot wield a sword."

The beggar, seeing such a promising future in his profession, decided to abandon it. No matter the era, one cannot afford to lose such a person. He stood up and kicked over a small basin, gazing at the town with a fierce light in his eyes, filled with grand aspirations of conquering the world and eradicating the evils of the sun. Just as he was lost in infinite reverie, an old fist struck him down. "You dog, you haven't earned a single penny today, and you dare to kick over the basin? Are you rebelling?" Yue Po turned around, curiously sizing up the man, who was merely an ordinary man in his thirties. However, this scrutiny angered the man.

The two dismounted, and the scholar, with an imposing demeanor, said to the man, "How dare you commit a crime in broad daylight at the foot of Mount Hua?" The man, sensing his formidable presence, realized he was not an ordinary person and hurriedly replied, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare," before fleeing in panic

Yue Po, Han ethnicity, age 25, occupation: a securities business manager, cause of incident: went missing after being struck by lightning

The beautiful woman squatted down, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and wiped away the blood from Yue Po. She turned to the scholar and said, "Senior brother, this child is truly pitiful. If we leave, he will either be beaten to death or starve to death in the cold. Why not take him in as your disciple?"

Bad people are bad people, and Yue Po does not consider himself a good person. If they do not take themselves away, their own lives will be at stake. The one who suffers is the one who bit his tongue when he was just hit, unable to speak clearly, only able to look at the female hero Ning with tearful eyes. Ning Zhongze, however, is strong on the outside but soft-hearted within. He then said to Yue Buqun, "We can't just let him wait here to die, can we?" Yue Buqun thought for a moment and replied, "Why not take him back to the mountain as a little disciple?" "I don't want to be a little disciple," Yue Po thought bitterly as he looked at Ning Zhongze. Ning Zhongze, feeling soft-hearted again, said, "It seems he has been a suffering person since childhood. It would be pitiful to make him a little disciple again. Since you are not in a position to take him, I will take him as my seventh disciple." Ning Zhongze, however, is strong on the outside but soft-hearted within. He then said to Yue Buqun, "We can't just let him wait here to die, can we?" Yue Buqun thought for a moment and replied, "Why not take him back to the mountain as a little disciple?" "I don't want to be a little disciple," Yue Po thought bitterly as he looked at Ning Zhongze. Ning Zhongze, feeling soft-hearted again, said, "It seems he has been a suffering person since childhood. It would be pitiful to make him a little disciple again. Since you are not in a position to take him, I will take him as my seventh disciple."

Yue wiped the blood flowing down from his forehead and saw two horses galloping towards him not far away. Leading the way was a young scholar in a blue robe, exuding an air of righteousness and elegance. Following half a horse length behind was a woman in white, extraordinarily beautiful, her skirt fluttering in the cold wind, radiating brilliance that made it difficult to gaze upon her. However, her hair was already styled up, indicating that she was a married woman. Both of them were dressed lightly in this cold season, making it evident that they were extraordinary individuals.

Yue Buqun smiled and said, "After all, he is my own kin. Junior sister has always wanted a boy, and now he can be considered half disciple, half son." Ning Zhongze also expressed her joy, saying, "He is quite handsome; when he grows up, he will surely be no less than you. Yue Po, would you be willing to join the Huashan sect and recognize me as your master?" Yue Po obediently knelt down and performed three bows, saying, "I have met my master." Ning Zhongze had six female disciples, and she felt that having one less son made the atmosphere somewhat lacking in masculinity. Now, seeing Yue Po's obedience, she was greatly pleased. She lifted him onto her horse and said, "Master will take you back to the mountain. Work hard, and in the future, you can also bully your master's disciples." Yue Buqun smiled gently, mounted his horse, and they galloped away.

With a single kick, Yue Po was sent flying. He cursed, "I bought you for a mere one tael of silver, and after half a year, I haven't even recouped my investment. You haven't even earned enough for your meals, yet you dare to look me in the eye. Today, I will beat you to death; consider it a way to spend that one tael of silver on medicine." Yue Po felt despair in his heart. After all, he had some training in the past and could handle a few such people, but it was truly a case of a tiger falling into the plains. While he was still pondering, he received another kick to the face. The man was about to stomp down again when a woman's voice rang out, "Stop!" A whip flew through the air and struck his wrist, rendering him powerless.

The cold wind howled, and when Yue Po woke up, he found that he had become a child version of Hong Qi, with a six-year-old body, tattered clothes, and in front of him was a bowl containing half a bun. Yes, it was a vegetable bun, with filling as sparse as that of the buns in the university cafeteria. What was even more frustrating was that he had no thumb on his right hand. Yue Po looked at his deformed right hand and muttered to himself, "It's all about time travel; why did I end up like this? It's just that this year's harvest was poor, and clients lost an average of fifty percent. The retribution came so quickly."

Dozens of words in the file concluded the modern life of Yue Po