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

Yang Limin stood up panting and looked at his lifesaver with gratitude. "Thank you for saving me, brother. I'm Yang Limin. What's your name?"

The man sheathed his sword and said with a smile, "I am Linghu Chong. Seeing you fighting against the wolves alone here, I really admire your courage."

"Brother Linghu, thank you for saving me. If it weren't for you, I would have been eaten by wolves." Yang Liming said gratefully.

Linghu Chong waved his hand, "It's just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. Why are you walking alone in this wilderness?"

Yang Limin sighed and briefly recounted how he suddenly traveled to this world. He frowned slightly, "I see, your experience is indeed unusual. But since we are here, we should make the best of it. If you don't mind, you can come back with me and settle down temporarily."

Yang Limin gratefully agreed, and the two walked together all the way back to the villa where Linghu Chong was. The villa was not big, but the environment was elegant, and some martial artists and their families lived there. Yang Limin was taken good care of here and gradually recovered his strength.

During the days at the villa, Yang Limin and Linghu Chong became close friends. Linghu Chong not only taught him basic swordsmanship, but also told him the rules and stories of the rivers and lakes. Yang Limin discovered that although this world was very different from modern society, people's emotions and pursuits were similar.

Day after day, Yang Limin's martial arts skills improved, and his mind gradually calmed down. He began to think about why he had traveled to this world and how to find a way back. However, the answer was always out of reach, as if hidden in the fog.

Once, Yang Limin and Linghu Chong were practicing swords in the woods outside the villa, when suddenly a group of men in black rushed out from all directions, obviously with ill intentions. Linghu Chong's eyes turned cold, "Brother Yang, be careful, these people are killers from the Demon Cult."

Yang Limin clenched his sword tightly, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit. He fought side by side with Linghu Chong, repelling the waves of black-clad men. The battle was fierce and tense, but Yang Limin felt an unprecedented excitement and power.

Finally, they successfully defeated all the men in black. Linghu Chong patted Yang Limin on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, you have made rapid progress."

Yang Limin panted slightly and responded with a smile, "Thanks to Brother Linghu's guidance, I have made progress in such a short time." "You are talented and hardworking, and you will definitely make a name for yourself in the martial arts world in the future. However, why did these killers from the demon sect suddenly attack us? I'm afraid there is another conspiracy behind it."

The two returned to the villa and told the others about the situation. After some discussion, they found out the conspiracy of the Demon Cult. Yang Limin and Linghu Chong led an elite team and set off secretly to the base of the Demon Cult.

Along the way, they encountered many obstacles, but with wisdom and courage, they finally found the lair of the demon sect. There, they found a detailed plan. It turned out that the demon sect had already laid a net to wipe out the forces of justice in one fell swoop.

Yang Limin and Linghu Chong knew the situation was serious and quickly returned to the villa with evidence. They reported the situation to the leaders of the righteous sect and they decided to unite to fight against the conspiracy of the evil sect.

A few days later, the elites of the righteous sects gathered together to discuss countermeasures. They formulated a detailed counterattack plan and assigned tasks to the disciples of each sect. Yang Limin and Linghu Chong were entrusted with the important task of leading a vanguard force to attack the core of the evil sect.

On the eve of his departure, Yang Limin stood alone on the cliff outside the villa, gazing at the night sky in the distance. His thoughts were in a mess, and he couldn't help but think of modern life and his family and friends. Although he had adapted to this world, his longing for his hometown still followed him like a shadow.

"Brother Yang, what are you thinking about?" Linghu Chong walked over and asked softly.

Yang Limin came back to his senses and smiled: "I just feel a little sad, I don't know what the future will be like. "The world is dangerous and unpredictable. No one can predict the future. But as long as we work together,

Yang Limin took a deep breath and said firmly: "Yes, since we are here, we must face everything bravely."

The next morning, the vanguard troops were ready to go. Yang Limin and Linghu Chong walked at the front of the team, leading everyone in the direction of the Demon Cult. Along the way, they carefully avoided the enemy's ambushes and traps, and finally successfully approached the core base of the Demon Cult.

In the following days, they fought fierce battles with the Demon Cult. With their excellent swordsmanship and wit, Yang Limin and Linghu Chong repeatedly escaped danger and gradually approached the core of the enemy. They finally found the hiding place of the Demon Cult leader. It was an ancient temple hidden in the mountains, surrounded by traps and traps. Yang Limin and Linghu Chong approached the temple cautiously, preparing to launch the final raid.

They used the cover of night to sneak into the temple. Along the way, they encountered countless guards and traps, but with their extraordinary wisdom and courage, they successfully resolved all crises.

Finally, they came to the depths of the temple and faced the secret room of the Demon Cult leader. Yang Limin took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the heavy stone door. They entered the secret room and saw the Demon Cult leader sitting cross-legged on an ancient stone platform, his eyes full of coldness and murderous intent.

"Hmph, you righteous ants actually dared to break into my secret room, seeking death!" The leader of the Demon Cult sneered, stood up suddenly, and the long sword in his hand emitted a dazzling cold light.

Yang Limin and Linghu Chong looked at each other and drew their swords to fight. They knew that this would

Fortunately, with his own skills, he worked his way up from an apprentice to a fifth-level fitter at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

Fortunately, with his own skills, Yang Limin worked his way up from an apprentice to a fifth-level fitter at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill. The only drawback was that he was assigned to a remote workshop by the steel rolling mill, which was sparsely populated on weekdays, with only a few old machines and the constant roar of the machines to keep him company.

On this day, Yang Limin came to the workshop early as usual. The morning sun shone through the high windows of the workshop, falling on the dusty ground, making it particularly quiet. He habitually checked the operation of the equipment to ensure that every machine was operating normally. After doing this, he took off his gloves, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and was ready to start a day's work.

Suddenly, a burst of hurried footsteps came from outside the workshop. Yang Limin looked up and saw the workshop director Li Dacheng running in breathlessly, looking anxious.

"Master Yang, something bad has happened! The main bearing in the factory is broken and needs urgent repair. Everyone is busy, so you have to go over and take a look.