Little girl, do you recognize Mr. Ximen?

  Kaifeng Imperial City, in the underground Ziwei Dragon Vein, a river surges and churns like a giant dragon rushing forward. Directly below the imperial city is where the dragon lifts its head, with the power of the Purple Microstar pouring down from the sky without end, misty and cloudy.

  In the midst of a haze of purple energy, 108 life-bound golden plaques floated in mid-air, each one containing a demonic soul that flickered in and out of sight, straining to break free from the constraints of the plaque, emitting wave after wave of muffled, blood-curdling screams.

  In the Dragon and Tiger Mountain, Zhang Tian Shi's secular disciple Chen Xi Zhen sat under the power of the Zi Wei star, meditating to cultivate his true self, using the dragon emperor's energy and the Zi Wei star power to temper his cultivation. This place is the supreme cave for practitioners, where Zhang Tian Shi broke through the mystery of life and death with the help of its vast and pure spiritual energy, achieving a perfect golden elixir and reaching the realm of Lu Xing Xian.

  As the poem says: Like a sparrow's egg, big and round, like a string of pearls, each one perfect. The dragon son breaks out of his shell and swallows the entrance, this body has already become a terrestrial immortal!

  It's not easy to achieve the path of immortality, even with Zhang Tian Shi's qualifications and the power of the Dragon Emperor and the Purple Micro Star. It took decades of hard work in water and fire to barely succeed. Now, the national strength of the Great Song Dynasty is weak, the power of the Dragon Emperor and the Purple Micro Star are gradually declining, and the quality is much worse than before. I'm afraid that even with a hundred years of effort, it's not necessarily possible to achieve Lu Xing Xian.

  Chen Xi was truly cultivating to the critical point, when he suddenly heard a tiger's roar and dragon's wail. One of the 108 life-saving golden plaques on his head burst into pieces with a loud crackling sound, releasing a white-browed tiger demon's soul that jumped out from the plaque, roaring incessantly with sonic waves like thunder, causing Chen Xi to lose his state of mind in an instant and spit out a mouthful of blood.

  When he raised his head to look, he only saw the fierce tiger shaking its head and swinging its tail, jumping like the wind, and suddenly rushing towards the upper air, knocking out a big mouthful of dragon veins, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

  Chen Xizhen was stunned, unsure of what was happening. The dragon vein burst, and the Dragon Emperor's energy scattered and escaped in all directions. The purple gas shot up to the sky, with a deafening roar. Suddenly, the purple gas exploded, splitting into four paths: one fell into Lin'an City, one flew towards Huizhou in Anhui, one rushed towards the Khentii Mountains in Mongolia, and another landed on the banks of the Ashi River in the northern border region.

  There was a Jurchen tribe by the Ashi River, and the four-year-old son of the tribal chief saw the dragon energy flying in the sky, felt something in his heart, changed his name to Wanyan Aguda, and Aguda means the sky.

  Longmai below, Chen Xizhen hastily sealed the cave entrance to prevent the dragon energy from leaking out. However, the dragon vein had already been broken and the spiritual energy continued to seep out slowly. The power of the Purple Star was also gradually weakening, leaving him at a loss for what to do.

  "The Great Song Dynasty is afraid that its days are numbered, and in fifty years, it must migrate south to Lin'an to continue. But how did the demon beast's life-saving golden token suddenly shatter?"

  Chen Xizhen was at a loss for what to do, but he didn't know that the moment the golden plaque shattered was exactly when the purple lightning struck Wu Song's head.

  The changes in the power of the Purple Micro Star and the Dragon Vein have already startled the high-ranking hermits hiding in the Shenzhou land, who all looked up at the Purple Micro Star with their own understanding. Chen Poyu, the old ancestor who had been sleeping for a hundred years, also woke up from his dream, deduced the scene of the next eight hundred years, and suddenly said to the child: "You go to guard the mountain gate, if you meet a child named Wang Zhongzi seeking the Tao, let him come up the mountain to see me."

  The child took orders and went down the mountain. He was quite puzzled in his heart: "What kind of person is Wang Zhongzi that even Grandfather was startled?"

  In Qinghe County, Hebei Province, Wu Dalang and Er Lang continued to make a living by selling pancakes. After about two or three years, Wu Erlang's lifestyle became normal, but the young man had grown into a strong and majestic figure, with several hundred kilograms of strength in his arms. He often grabbed the large stone mill at home and swung it like the wind, and three or five big men dared not approach him.

  Especially when he gets angry, the tiger tattoo on his back becomes even clearer, ferocious and sinister, and the villagers call him "Big Worm".

  But Wu Dalang has not grown a bit over the years, he is only five feet tall, short and small, everyone calls him three-inch Dinggu tree bark. The two brothers are one tall and one short, one strong and one weak, one with a dignified appearance and the other with a despicable appearance, complementing each other.

  However, the two brothers' personalities were diametrically opposed. Wu Dalang was honest and cautious, never provoking trouble, while Wu Song was boisterous and prone to fighting, often seeking out people to fight with, under the pretext of training his body so that he wouldn't have his hands cut off in the future.

  Wu Dalang was at his wit's end and, fearing that Wu Song would be taken advantage of, used the money he had saved for a dowry to buy a pig and sent it to the home of the only person with the surname Liu in Qinghe County, where Wu Song could learn some martial arts.

  The martial arts of the Song Dynasty were different from the flower fists and legs of later generations. These martial arts were passed down from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, a time of war and chaos, and were tempered like fine steel, emphasizing practical combat rather than aesthetics. On horseback with spear in hand, one could charge into battle; on foot with empty hands, one could kill a man.

  Wu Song studied at Liu Wusheng's home for two years, mastering knife and stick techniques, with a good grasp of fist and footwork, but his horsemanship was somewhat lacking.

  It's not Wu Song's fault that those war horses, upon seeing him, were like seeing a fierce tiger or beast, crouching on the ground, foaming at the mouth, and completely unrideable.

  It's strange to say, Wu Song is a transcendent soul, in his previous life he only knew how to study hard and never learned martial arts, but these fist and foot techniques are instantly transparent, after reading them once, he can use them. Especially the self-created Tiger Shape Fist, the moves are open and closed, with a momentum like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, a hungry tiger preying on people, every move has an aura of ferocity that is overwhelming.

  It wasn't long before Liu Wuzong had nothing more to teach, and Wu Song had to bid farewell and walk on the street, continuing to think about his own future. Learning martial arts was not a long-term plan after all, and visiting immortals and seeking Taoist teachings were even more elusive. From the experience of the past few years, immortals had never appeared, let alone the legendary internal strength, which he had never heard of. Was it said that those immortal beings were just gods?

  Wu Song was just about to get angry when four rascals suddenly rushed up and bowed their heads: "Brother, why aren't you practicing martial arts? How come you're loafing around on the street instead?"

  "The teacher said I can come out now." Wu Song hastily helped them up and asked in surprise, "What's going on? Who beat you guys up?"

  These four rascals were some hoodlums that Wu Song got to know when he was "exercising his body", who called themselves wandering knights and attached great importance to loyalty. At this moment, the four of them had bruises all over their bodies, their clothes were tattered, and even their faces had several footprints on them, looking extremely disheveled. They smiled wryly and said: "It's unlucky to say it, but today in Yanggu County we ran into another group of rascals, ten brothers who actually called themselves heroes. The leader was named Ximen Qing, who used a good set of fists and feet. My brothers fought with him, but were unexpectedly knocked to the ground by him. We were just saying that we wanted to go find our brother to help us regain our reputation. And coincidentally, we ran into our brother!"

  "Ximen Qing?" Wu Song's eyes widened, and there he was, the most notorious lecher in history.

  "Alright, let's go kill him tonight. First, it's for the sake of Dà Láng's happiness; second, after killing him, we can take advantage of the opportunity to flee far away and seek the path of immortality!"

  There are no unfilial mortals, only unfilial immortals. Although Wu Song's soul was not Wu Dalang's brother, the two had been dependent on each other for years and in his heart, Wu Song had long regarded him as one of his own. In order to prevent this elder brother from dying at the hands of the adulterous couple in the future, the science student also harbored murderous intentions.

  A few rascals laughed and said: "Don't rush to seek revenge, it's rare to see brother, let's go drink together and tease the young lady of the Fan family along the way!"

  Wu Song laughed and said, "You bunch of bastards are too shameless, but I like it." A few vagrants bought some fruit and led Wu Song to the Chongming Bridge. Just as they were about to enter the wine tower, a torrent of water suddenly poured down from the sky, drenching Wu Song completely.

  Wu Song and the others looked up, only to see a window open on the upper floor. A beautiful young woman with a lovely face was leaning against the windowsill, her small hand covering her mouth in surprise as she stared at them, a strand of black hair hanging down along the window frame.

  The five of them, not caring about their anger, burst out laughing and clapped their hands, saying: "Ah, the fragrant bath water!" Among them, Wu Song's voice was the loudest, attracting passersby to gather and watch.

  That little girl was at a loss, her face flushed with shame, not knowing what to say. At this time, another small head emerged from the window, also with wet hair, looking elegant and refined. Seeing Wu Song's robust build, she burst out laughing and said: "What a fine man! You, brave warrior, quickly come up, I'll lend you some clean clothes!"

  Wu Song thought it strange that this young woman was not at all shy. In fact, such things were not unusual in the Northern Song Dynasty. Most of these women were courtesans who had been kidnapped or forced into prostitution and raised by madams from a young age to be skilled in music, chess, books, paintings, poetry, and dance. Once they grew up, they would either be sold to wealthy families as concubines or engage in flesh trade, hence the name "city prostitutes".

  Four rascals clapped their hands and laughed, saying "Good luck, good luck!" as they pushed Wu Song into the building. The two girls hastily came out to greet them and chased the four rascals away. The pretty maid smiled slyly and said, "Sir, I'll help you change your clothes." Without waiting for a response, she quickly removed Wu Song's wet clothes, revealing his robust muscles.

  She smiled and said, "A true husband indeed." She gently stroked the tiger tattoo on his back, making Wu Song feel a thrill of excitement. He chuckled and asked, "This tattoo is really lifelike, which master did it?"

  Another blushing young girl brought over a Confucian robe, but didn't dare help Wu Song put it on. The maid teased: "Elder sister Yulian is shy, isn't she taken with this gentleman? Do you want me to tell Aunt Qin about it and have her redeem you as a couple?"

  "Jinlian, don't talk nonsense."

  The little girl lowered her head and reluctantly helped Wu Song put on his clothes, her body almost collapsing.

  Wu Song hastily adjusted his clothes. To be honest, this was still the first time he had been honored to have a young girl change his clothes for him, and it felt somewhat unfamiliar.

  "Are you Jade Lotus? Are you Golden Lotus?" Wu Song's face was strange, carefully sizing up the two girls, and saw that they were only twelve or thirteen years old, just at the age of youthful beauty.

  Little girl quickly said: "My sister's surname is Bai, her name is Yulian, my surname is Pan, and my name is Jinlian. Big strong man, if you fancy my sister, you must also ransom me out, my sister and I will serve you, guaranteeing your happiness." White Yulian was anxious, secretly pinched her once, little girl startled, loudly said: "Not yet become the first wife, already started bullying the concubine! No way, I must be the first wife!"

  Wu Song was stunned, and suddenly a sense of historical dislocation arose in his heart. Was this really the legendary Pan Jinlian? He couldn't connect this cute girl with that adulteress.

  Pan Jinlian laughed at Bai Yulian for a while, then suddenly remembered something: "After chatting for a while, I still don't know what my brother-in-law's surname and name are!"

  Wu Song remained silent for a moment, then said with a snort: "You two young ladies, do you know Ximen Daifu? I am none other than Ximen Qing of Yanggu County, who has hundreds of acres of good land and is still unmarried..."