Siheyuan: Dongfang Bubai is in his arms, and all the beasts are eliminated

He also gradually understood the changing situation in the martial arts world. Linghu Chong gradually let down his guard against him, and the two became friends.

In the following days, Yang Limin and Linghu Chong traveled the world together, experiencing countless life-and-death struggles and thrilling journeys. They encountered various forces in the world, some of which were kind and upright, and some were insidious and cunning. In these experiences, Yang Limin gradually found that he had become brave and tenacious, and gradually integrated into this magnificent world of Jianghu.

One night, Yang Limin and Linghu Chong were sitting by a campfire. The mountains and forests in the distance looked particularly peaceful under the moonlight. Yang Limin looked at the dancing flames and suddenly asked, "Brother Linghu, have you ever thought about what the Jianghu world is?"

Linghu Chong smiled slightly, his eyes deep. "The Jianghu is not just about swordplay and grudges. It is a person's inner world, the freedom and persistence in our hearts."

Yang Limin nodded silently, and his understanding of the underworld deepened. He knew that he was no longer the ignorant modern youth, but a real underworld person.

However, the journey of Jianghu is far from over. Yang Limin and Linghu Chong will continue their adventure and meet more challenges and opportunities. Every day is a new beginning, and every adventure is a new chapter. In this vast Jianghu, their story will continue to be written until the end of the world.

At this moment, the sound of hurried horse hooves came from afar, breaking the tranquility of the night. Yang Limin and Linghu Chong looked at each other, stood up at the same time, holding their weapons, ready to face the new challenge.

In the 1960s, Beijing. Overnight, the entire city was covered with snow. A man in a green military coat walked in the vast snow, holding two pounds of pork and a bottle of Erguotou in his hand. Beijing. Overnight, snowflakes fell like goose feathers, and the entire city was shrouded in white. A man in a green military coat walked slowly in the vast snow, and his figure was particularly eye-catching in the snow. The man was holding two pounds of pork and a bottle of Erguotou in his hand, leaving a series of deep footprints behind him.

The man was Yang Limin. His face was red from the cold, and the white breath he exhaled quickly dissipated in the cold wind. Although the weather was cold, his heart was full of warmth because he was going to visit an old friend today.

After passing through a narrow alley, Yang Limin finally arrived in front of an old courtyard. The gate was closed, but Yang Limin knew that behind the gate was the residence of his old friend, Mr. Liu. He knocked on the door gently, and soon there was a sound of footsteps in the courtyard. The door was slowly pushed open, and a wrinkled face poked out.

"Hey, Limin is here!" Uncle Liu smiled in surprise when he saw Yang Limin. "Come in quickly, it's very cold outside."

Yang Limin stepped into the yard and closed the gate. The snow in the yard had not been swept, but it did not look messy, but rather had a rustic charm. Uncle Liu took Yang Limin into the main room, where the fire was burning brightly and a warm atmosphere filled the air.

"Uncle Liu, these are the pork and Erguotou I brought for you. I know you like to drink." Yang Liming handed the things in his hand to Uncle Liu with a smile.

Uncle Liu took the pork and wine, his eyes full of gratitude, "You are always so considerate, come and sit down, let's have a good chat."

Yang Limin took off his military coat, hung it on the wall, and sat by the fire, feeling the long-lost warmth. He looked around, and the furnishings in the house remained the same, with a few old-fashioned wooden chairs, an eight-immortal table, and a few ink paintings hanging on the wall. Everything showed the traces of time. "How are you recently?" Yang Limin asked with concern.

Grandpa Liu nodded. "I'm old now, and my body isn't as strong as before, but I'm doing OK. But you, Xiao Yang, are you doing well after what happened back then?"

Yang Limin smiled bitterly and said, "Life is still okay, but there are some things that I can never forget."

Uncle Liu sighed and patted Yang Limin on the shoulder, "Let the past be the past. People living in the world should always look forward. But his heart was filled with emotion. He recalled his experiences in the martial arts world, as if everything was vivid in his mind. Sharing life and death with Linghu Chong, fighting side by side with Ren Yingying, those days of swords and shadows seemed to be just yesterday.

At this moment, there was a rapid knock on the door. Yang Limin and Uncle Liu looked at each other. Uncle Liu frowned slightly, obviously confused. Yang Limin stood up, walked to the door, and gently opened it.

Standing outside the door was a tall, thin man wearing a cotton jacket with an anxious look on his face. When he saw Yang Limin, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Yang Limin?"

Yang Limin was slightly stunned, then nodded and said, "It's me, what can I do for you?"

The man said quickly: "I'm Xiao Li. Something happened at my home yesterday and I need your help. Can you please come with me?"

Yang Limin's heart moved, realizing that the matter might not be simple. He turned to Uncle Liu and said, "Uncle Liu, I'll go with him first, and come back to chat with you."

Uncle Liu nodded and said, "Go ahead, go ahead. Remember to find me if you have any problems."

Yang Limin followed Xiao Li out of the courtyard. Snow was still falling outside, and the sky and the earth were covered in silver. Xiao Li walked very fast, and Yang Limin followed closely behind, wondering what had happened.

Soon, the two came to a low bungalow. Xiao Li pushed open the door and motioned Yang Limin to go in. The room was dark, with only an oil lamp flickering faintly on the table. Yang Limin saw a middle-aged woman sitting at the table, holding a little girl's hand tightly, with a sad face.

"This is my wife and daughter," Xiao Li introduced, his voice choking with sobs. "Last night, my daughter suddenly had a high fever and it wouldn't go down. We really had no other options."

Yang Limin walked over to the little girl and touched her forehead. It was indeed incredibly hot. He frowned and made a quick decision: "We have to rush to the hospital. If this continues, there will be serious problems."

Xiao Li nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I'll go borrow a car right now."

At this moment, there was another sound of hurried footsteps outside the house, and a figure rushed into the house. It was a doctor in a white coat. He said breathlessly: "I am the neighborhood doctor. I heard that there is an urgent patient here, so I came to see him."

Yang Limin breathed a sigh of relief and asked the doctor to check the little girl's condition. The doctor quickly diagnosed the girl and prescribed some antipyretic drugs, saying, "Take the medicine first. If the condition doesn't improve, send her to the hospital immediately."

Xiao Li said gratefully: "Thank you, doctor, thank you."