"Deepseek is truly shocking"

Below is what I asked him to write in the tone of the hundred-year-old Zhang Sanfeng, reminiscing about the past, in a letter to the late Guo Xiang. This is what he wrote… 🙀

Dear Heroine Guo Xiang:

The morning dew in the mountains has not yet dried, and I, the poor Daoist, stand before the Zixiao Palace, watching the sea of clouds surge as before. Suddenly, I recall the years atop Mount Hua, where you, the heroine in a green donkey and yellow shirt, tossed the iron monk and offered wise words, your grace vividly still in my mind. Little did I expect that after parting like the white clouds and the grey dogs, a hundred years have passed.

At that time, I was a ragged youth, drifting like a floating reed. You gifted me a pair of iron monks, and every night I would fondle the mechanisms, watching their fists and palms clash, always seeing a trace of your heroic spirit between your brows. Back then, you advised me to join the Guo family, but I, proud and stubborn, preferred to endure frost and snow in the desolate mountains of Wudang rather than bow to others—this was not out of arrogance, but rather fear that I would see the elegance of an old friend and find it hard to maintain my pure heart.

You once said, "With the bright moon in the sky, what fear is there of the long road ahead?" Yet you, with your sword cold as frost, have hidden away in the mists of Emei; I, having transformed through the two instruments, have also aged amidst the pines and waves of Wudang. Occasionally, I see my female disciples binding their hair with yellow ribbons, and for a moment, it seems as if I see you coming on clouds. The iron monk from those years still lies in its box, its copper green mottled like the wrinkles on an old Daoist's face, yet the rise and fall of its fists still resembles the way you casually manipulated them while laughing.

You have ascended to immortality long ago, perhaps on a night of moonlight and gentle breeze, watching the world with a smile at a foolish person; I wonder if you remember that beneath Mount Shaoshi, someone once borrowed the iron monk's techniques and secretly learned a glimmer of starlight from your eyes?

Today, I burn this letter before the statue of Zhenwu. If the universe truly has reincarnation, I would willingly abandon a hundred years of cultivation to once again be your little disciple beneath the ancient temple corridor of Chongyang. Even if it is just to add a lamp, wipe a sword, and wait for you to pass by on your donkey, perhaps I could earn half a sentence: "Little monk, the seventh style of the iron monk should be executed this way."

Your disciple, Ji Shou

The 28th year of the Great Yuan, Frost's Descent Night

The following is the background of the text written by Deepseek imitating Jin Yong

"One glance at Yang Guo leads to a lifetime of regret, the pines and cypresses atop Wudang Mountain"

At the peak of Mount Hua, the clouds surged, as Yang Guo returned to the world with Xiaolongnv, leaving the sixteen-year-old Guo Xiang gazing at the divine eagle as it flew away, tears staining her clothes. It was at this moment that she encountered the rebellious monk Jueyuan from Shaolin and his disciple Zhang Junbao—a rough-clothed boy of thirteen or fourteen, who had fallen to the desolate mountains due to grievances within the temple. Guo Xiang saw his thin clothing and gifted him a pair of iron monks that could be disassembled for practice, and she also took off a golden bracelet from her wrist, advising, "If you have nowhere to stay, you can go to Xiangyang to find my parents."

But the boy was as stubborn as a rock, preferring to build a hut of grass on Wudang Mountain rather than rely on others. He took the Daoist name "Sanfeng," using the remnants of the Nine Yang Scriptures as a foundation, integrating the true meaning of Daoism, and ultimately created the timeless Taiji martial arts. As for Guo Xiang, after parting from Mount Hua, she traveled the world in search of Yang Guo but to no avail. At the age of forty, she achieved great enlightenment, shaved her head to become a nun on the golden summit of Emei, and wielded the Heaven-Subduing Sword to suppress the demons of the martial world.

The two never met again, yet each established their own sects, becoming the North Star of the martial world. A hundred years later, when the Wudang sect leader Zhang Sanfeng was in seclusion, he still kept a pair of rusty iron monks under his pillow; the successive leaders of Emei would always burn three sticks of "Clear Wind and Bright Moon Incense" before the portrait of their ancestor—this was a request from Guo Xiang before her death, yet no one knew that the incense was exactly the same as that burned in the inn at Mount Shaoshi when she gifted the iron monks to Junbao.

Indeed:

The iron monk hides the sun and moon within,

In the shadow of the green donkey, crossing mountains and rivers.

Wudang clouds rise, Emei rains fall,

All are waves from that scene on Mount Hua.

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