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The old Taoist priest nodded, confirming Mo Jiang's guess.

Very good, now Mo Jiang knows which world he has entered: the world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, and a game world based on the original novel.

Upon encountering Zhang Wuji and Zhang Sanfeng, and confirming that this was the game "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," coupled with the broken sword Yao Guang in his possession, Mo Jiang concluded that this world, like "Kingdom Come: Deliverance," was a game world called "True The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber."

【True Legend of the Condor Heroes】is a role-playing game developed by Softstar Entertainment and released in early February 2004.

The plot remains faithful to the original work, but Easter eggs belonging to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Return of the Condor Heroes" have been added to the martial arts and equipment systems.

Collecting the seven broken swords is a side quest in this game that involves a very wide range of tasks.

My mind raced through various details of "The True Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," while simultaneously ignoring most of them; now was not the time to recall the full details.

If I remember correctly, that game was based on the Sanlian edition of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber," and considering Zhang Wuji's current age...

[Understood. Zhang Sanfeng is taking Zhang Wuji down Wudang Mountain on their way to Shaolin Temple to seek the Nine Yang Divine Skill.]

After quickly determining the current timeline, Mo Jiang pondered for a moment, then decisively overturned and redid all the goals and plans he had previously set.

He took out a bottle of calendula medicine and handed it to Yi O Yin Qi Si Ou Jiu 9 Ba, "Try pouring the medicine into your hand and rubbing it on the child's chest and back. It should relieve the pain caused by the cold poison entering his body."

After following Mo Jiang's instructions, Zhang Wuji immediately felt the medicine seep into his skin, and his body began to warm up.

Since being poisoned by the Xuanming Divine Palm, Zhang Wuji's body temperature has been much lower than that of ordinary people. Sunbathing has no effect, let alone making him feel warm.

Zhang Sanfeng was even more surprised. When Zhang Wuji's cold poison flared up, he needed to use the Pure Yang Limitless Skill to absorb the poison, but he only managed to keep Zhang Wuji alive by relying on his profound internal strength.

But the miraculous nature of Mojiang's medicine gave Zhang Sanfeng hope that his grand-disciple could be cured.

"Sir, do you have the prescription for this medicine?"

For Zhang Wuji's sake, Zhang Sanfeng decided to swallow his pride and try to ask Mo Jiang for the recipe for the marigold elixir. He knew that he might not get what he wanted on this trip to Shaolin, and bringing Zhang Wuji along was just doing his best.

But the appearance of the calendula potion gave Zhang Sanfeng hope, a hope that Zhang Wuji could live.

"Giving you the prescription is useless. Only I know how to make it, and most importantly, there's only one bottle left to keep you alive."

Mo Jiang bluntly pointed out the problem: even if the prescription were provided, it was uncertain whether the calendula medicine could be mass-produced in a short period of time.

Not to mention that creating potions requires mental energy to participate in the reaction, and it's questionable whether the people of this world even possess that "power of ten thousand".

With his satchel strapped to his body, Mo Jiang walked up to Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji. “This child’s attack requires at least thirty bottles of medicine each time. It’s too much trouble to carry around that many. I’ll come with you and make the medicine on the spot when needed.”

I did a quick calculation of the amount of calendula and nettle needed for thirty bottles of calendula potion, and then I calculated how many calendula potions I could refine with my current mental strength.

Ultimately, he concluded that, excluding labor costs, the cost of a bottle of Henry-grade calendula potion was in the single digits, measured in yuan.

While ensuring that he did not exhaust his mental energy and fall into a coma, Mo Jiang was able to produce a three-digit number of Henry-grade calendula potions.

“I’m very interested in the cold poison in this child’s body and want to see if I can cure it.”

Before anyone could ask for a reason, Mo Jiang had already come up with one.

After learning that the people in front of him were Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji, Mo Jiang realized that if he wanted to gain something in this world, the best way was to go to Shaolin Temple with them.

The reasoning is straightforward and simple—Zhang Sanfeng is the pinnacle of martial arts in the world of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, a grandmaster who carries on the legacy and paves the way for the future.

Building a good relationship with Zhang Sanfeng is more important than having business dealings with high-ranking officials in the Yuan Dynasty.

This centenarian grandmaster had become indifferent to everything else, and it was usually difficult to even meet him. But now, however, there was a very good opportunity to get in touch with him.

Zhang Wuji, the orphan of Zhang Sanfeng's disciple.

Zhang Sanfeng did not refuse Mo Jiang's suggestion and nodded in agreement.

"Thank you very much, brave warrior. May I ask your esteemed name?"

Just call me Mojiang.

After leaving a note explaining his destination at Sihai Baoxing, Mo Jiang joined Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji to form a three-person team and set off towards Shaolin Temple.

38. I am the all-knowing expert in the martial arts world!

A few days later, Mo Jiang and his group arrived outside the Shaolin Temple.

Mo Jiang and Zhang Wuji were a little far apart, so the task of communicating with Shaolin Temple had to be handled by Zhang Sanfeng.

After a long while, the temple gate opened, and Abbot Kongwen, along with his fellow disciples Kongzhi and Kongxing, came out.

The three were followed by a dozen or so elderly monks dressed in yellow robes.

Zhang Sanfeng knew that this was an elder of the Bodhidharma Academy, whose seniority might even be higher than that of the abbot. He was dedicated to martial arts in the temple and did not concern himself with outside affairs. He must have heard that the arrival of the Wudang Sect leader was no small matter, which is why he accompanied the abbot to greet him.

Mo Jiang didn't focus all his attention on the exchange between Zhang Sanfeng and the Shaolin abbot; instead, he occasionally wrote something in his notebook.

As she wrote, she asked, "How have you been feeling these past few days?"

Zhang Wuji, who was playing with several hunting dogs nearby, paused for a moment before replying, "Brother Mo, after drinking the potion, I felt a faint heat in three places: the top of my head, my chest, and my lower abdomen, but it quickly dissipated."

After spending a few days together, Zhang Wuji learned that it was Mo Jiang who saved him when the cold poison flared up that day.

Moreover, it was precisely because of Mo Jiang's medicine that Zhang Wuji's condition had improved considerably in the past few days.

However, what interested Zhang Wuji the most was probably the five hunting dogs that Mo Jiang brought. The ten-year-old boy smiled more as he played with these puppies along the way.

Without Mo Jiang's orders, these hunting dogs were just a bunch of whimpering mutts, but they could still play with Zhang Wuji.

Mo Jiang nodded, took a handful of candy from his pocket and handed it to Zhang Wuji, "Remember to drink five bottles of medicine every day without stopping. It can greatly slow down the onset of your cold poison. Also, eat more candy; it's good for your health."

Sweetness can stimulate the brain to release dopamine, which can be beneficial for one's mental state.

In fact, if Mo Jiang hadn't been worried that Zhang Wuji would share the candy with the hunting dogs, he would have given him some concentrated dark chocolate.

The three places Zhang Wuji mentioned were precisely where the cold poison had accumulated. Although the essence of life force provided by the Henry-level calendula potion could slightly alleviate the symptoms, it was only a temporary solution.

Calendula herbal remedies have a mild and moderate vitality, are harmless to the human body, but are also difficult to resolve cold toxins.

In the past few days, Zhang Wuji has needed to consume five bottles of calendula potion every day. He drinks three bottles directly, and rubs the other two on his chest and back to be absorbed through his skin.

Although the cold poison had not been resolved, Zhang Wuji was much more energetic and no longer looked sickly.

Before long, the exchange between Zhang Sanfeng and Shaolin Temple had clearly failed.

Zhang Sanfeng bowed to the abbot of Shaolin Temple, took Wuji's hand, and, with Mo Jiang in tow, drifted away.

……

Zhang Sanfeng led two people down Shaoshi Mountain. He guessed that Wuji's life was not long, and that Mojiang's medicine could only treat the symptoms and not the root cause. So he simply gave up the idea of ​​treating him and just told Wuji some jokes to relieve their worries.

That day, the three of them arrived at the banks of the Han River and took a ferry across. As they reached the middle of the river, the Han River surged and turbulent, causing the small ferry to rock violently. Zhang Sanfeng's mind, too, was filled with turbulent thoughts.

Zhang Wuji suddenly said, "Grandmaster, you don't need to be sad. After I die, I will be able to see my father and mother again, which is good."

Zhang Sanfeng said, "Don't say that. My grandmaster will do everything he can to save you."

Even though he was helpless against the cold poison, the old Taoist priest still did not want the ten-year-old child to despair.

Zhang Wuji said, "I originally thought that if I could learn the Shaolin School's Nine Yang Divine Skill, I could tell Uncle Yu about it, that would be great."

"why?"

"We hope that Uncle Yu can learn the divine skills of Wudang and Shaolin and cure his hand and foot disabilities."

At this moment, Mo Jiang suddenly spoke up, "Your third uncle suffered from external injuries to his bones and muscles. No matter how strong your internal energy is, it cannot be cured. To cure his hand and foot cripples, you need the [Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment]."

"really?!"

Upon hearing that his disciple, who had lost the ability to move, seemed to have the possibility of standing up again, even though Zhang Sanfeng had cultivated Taoism for many years, a rare look of urgency appeared on his face.

Mo Jiang didn't mince words, "Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment is a unique secret medicine of the Vajra Sect. It is black in appearance and has a fragrant and refreshing aroma."

Its medicinal properties are extremely miraculous. If a person's hands, feet, or joints are severely injured and become disabled, applying this ointment can still heal the injury and gradually restore normal activity.

If the injury has been ongoing for a long time and the bone injury has already healed, then the broken bone must first be re-broken. Applying this ointment can also help the bone return to normal, restoring the ability to walk normally.

After a pause, Mo Jiang continued, "The Vajra Sect was founded by the Shaolin traitor Huo Gong Toutuo after he fled to the Western Regions. The martial arts passed down in the sect are mostly the fierce and ruthless Shaolin external martial arts, such as the Vajra Finger and the Vajra Prajna Palm."

Upon hearing the words "Vajra Finger," Zhang Sanfeng's eyes narrowed, clearly indicating that he had thought of something.

"The Mighty Vajra Finger, but..."

"You're right. Some disciples of the Vajra Sect have served the Yuan Dynasty and obeyed the orders of Prince Ruyang. They are the ones who helped the Yuan Dynasty deal with the martial arts world in the Central Plains. Your disciple was crippled by them."

As far as I know, there are three people in total. One has the Buddhist name Gangxiang, and the other two are unknown by name. In the palace, they are called A'er and A'san. The one who attacked your disciple is A'san.

If you want to get the Black Jade Broken Heart Ointment, I suggest starting with the Prince of Ruyang's residence; the Vajra Gate is too far and too remote.

Without any concealment, Mo Jiang directly revealed all the information he knew; he was extremely familiar with the plot of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.

My maternal grandfather once owned a complete set of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes: Flying Snow Shoots the White Deer, The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, and the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber," which I read almost the entire set when I was in elementary school in Mojiang.

To this world, Mo Jiang is like someone with an intelligence cheat code.

He knew how the Prince of Ruyang's Mansion planned to deal with the martial arts world of the Central Plains, and he also knew the secrets of the Heaven-Slaying Sword and the Dragon-Slaying Saber. He even knew exactly where Zhang Sanfeng's beloved Nine Yang Divine Skill was.

The general course of this history, as well as many secrets unknown to ordinary people, are not secrets to Mojiang.

"Brother Mo, you know a lot."

Even Zhang Wuji noticed something was amiss. Knowing about the Vajra Sect and the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment wasn't unusual, nor was knowing that someone from the Vajra Sect had defected to the Prince of Ruyang's mansion. But knowing that they were using aliases within the mansion was quite surprising.

Zhang Sanfeng initially thought Mo Jiang was just spouting nonsense, but judging from the other party's expression, he didn't seem to be talking nonsense at all.

Although he hadn't ventured into the martial arts world for a long time, Zhang Sanfeng still had no problem discerning whether someone was telling the truth or not.

At this moment, there was no sign of Mo Jiang lying.

"Hmm... Just think of me as a know-it-all in the martial arts world, I do know a lot of secrets."

Did you see the sign when I was there before? Sihai Baohang!

Without sufficiently credible secrets, how can it be called a treasure trove of the four seas?

In answering Zhang Wuji's question, Mo Jiang even gave a very competent advertisement for Sihai Baoxing.

As a partner, he's absolutely perfect.

If it were someone else, Mo Jiang probably wouldn't have said so much, because, to some extent, the more you know, the more dangerous it becomes.

The information he possesses can be both beneficial and quite dangerous.

But the person in front of me is Zhang Sanfeng, the ceiling of martial arts prowess in the world of Yitian.

With him by my side, these secrets will not pose a danger.

"By the way, the one who hit you with the Xuanming Divine Palm is called Hebi Weng. He and his senior brother Lu Zhangke call themselves the Xuanming Two Elders. They are obsessed with fame and fortune and are currently in the Ruyang Prince's Mansion."

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39. So the alchemist's fighting style is...

The Prince of Ruyang's Mansion, it's the Prince of Ruyang's Mansion again.

Yu Daiyan's disability is related to the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, and now his grand-disciple is suffering from the cold poison, which is also related to the Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

Even the suicide of Zhang Cuishan and his wife was ultimately due to Yu Daiyan becoming disabled, which was also related to the Prince of Ruyang's mansion.

With a series of messages piling up, even Zhang Sanfeng, who had cultivated Taoism for many years, felt a surge of anger rising in his heart.

Although the information Mo Jiang provided has not yet been verified, it is so comprehensive that it makes people subconsciously believe it.

Just as they were about to ask for more details, a loud voice suddenly came from the river: "Stop the boat now and hand over the child obediently, and I will spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."

The sound came from the waves, clear to the ear, indicating that the person calling out was quite powerful.

Already harboring pent-up anger over the incident at the Prince of Ruyang's residence, Zhang Sanfeng sneered inwardly, thinking, "Who dares to be so bold as to demand that I leave my child behind?"

Looking up, I saw two riverboats speeding by. Upon closer inspection, I saw a burly man with a bushy beard sitting on the stern of the smaller boat ahead, rowing furiously with both hands. Inside the cabin sat a boy and a girl.

The next boat was larger, with four Tibetan monks and seven or eight Mongolian military officers standing inside.

As the two ships drew closer, the military officers and Tibetan monks drew their bows and nocked arrows, shooting them at the burly man. The arrows pierced the air with a whooshing sound.

Zhang Sanfeng thought to himself, "So they want that burly man with the bushy beard to leave his child behind."

He hated the Mongol soldiers for their massacre of Han people and immediately wanted to help them.

But Mo Jiang reacted even faster. He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, a whooshing sound followed by a scream.

The arrow pierced straight into the eye of a soldier, penetrating his eye and reaching his brain. The soldier screamed and fell into the water, clearly beyond saving.

"Boatman, row carefully."