The night is already deep.
As a group of people walked on the path in the fields, no one said anything.
The weather was slightly dull and there was no wind.
The sky was even more cloudy, and the moon's light seemed even hazier.
The lantern in his hand kept swaying with his steps, reflecting mottled light on the ground.
The night in Duanjiabao is very quiet.
It was eerily quiet.
Except for the footsteps and breathing, it seemed that there was no sound anymore.
The day does not understand the darkness of the night.
Under the dark night, although people can't see the distant scenery clearly, it gives people more room for imagination.
Gu Hongfu sighed slightly. He knew that his boss must be thinking of those old events again.
Mo Shoucheng was still following Duan Wenjun closely, listening carefully to the rustling in the distance, and frowned slightly.
He is a Jianghu person, and Jianghu people prefer the darkness of the night.
The wind is high, the night is dark and the night is murderous, that's how it is.
Duan Wenjun also frowned. He always felt that his fat father Duan Daxiong and his mother Qiu Yun, who died young, seemed to be not simple people, but people with stories.
Walking to the door of the Duan family compound, Duan Daxiong spoke again. He agreed with Duan Wenjun's idea of planting trees on the barren slope in the south, and also agreed with the promotion of the mulberry fish pond.
He also ordered Gu Hongfu and Duan Wenjun not to report to him anymore, just follow them directly and cooperate fully.
Duan Wenjun took Mo Shoucheng back to the west courtyard, but when he entered the door, Mo Shoucheng paused slightly.
Because, he saw a dark shadow flash across the roof of the west courtyard where Duan Daxiong lived, and then disappeared into the courtyard.
Why does that figure look a little familiar?
He originally thought about whether he should follow him to have a look, but gave up.
Duan Daxiong asked him to protect Duan Wenjun's safety, and everything else was none of his business.
He returned to the room carrying the pot he had just brought back from the wine shop to burn the knives.
After a moment, he came out again and knocked on Duan Wenjun's door.
Seeing Mo Shoucheng standing at the door, Duan Wenjun was a little confused, "Is something wrong?"
Mo Shoucheng did not speak, but took out a booklet from his arms and handed it to him, "You can try to practice it. Even if it is impossible to concentrate your energy and practice Qing Gong, it will still be helpful to your body, at least you won't be so weak."
Duan Wenjun was stunned when he heard this. Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, Mo Shoucheng had already turned around and returned to his room.
Taking the pamphlet that Mo Shoucheng thrust into him, Duan Wenjun looked at it and suddenly became happy.
The booklet Mo Shoucheng gave him actually had the words "Jade Girl's Heart Sutra" written on the cover.
Is this the martial arts secret?
Could it be the kind of martial arts practiced by Yang Guo and his aunt Xiao Longnu in The Legend of the Condor Immortal?
If this is the case, then wouldn’t I be...
However, after opening the contents and looking at it, Duan Wenjun suddenly realized that he was overthinking it.
"The Jade Girl Heart Sutra" is the inner strength and mental method of Yujian Sect.
There is no single move or style in it. It records the methods of Qi training in Yujianmen.
Mo Shoucheng said that if you want to learn Qing Gong, you must learn to condense Qi.
To condense Qi, you need to learn to practice Qi.
Now that Mo Shoucheng has given this internal skill to himself, wouldn't he be willing to teach him?
But, is it really appropriate for a man like me to learn the Jade Girl's Heart Sutra?
Could it be said that the person who created this mental method in Yujian Sect was a woman?
No, Mo Shoucheng said that even if it is impossible to condense Qi to practice Qing Gong, it will still be helpful to the body. Is his body really a legendary waste and unable to learn martial arts?
Since you can’t figure it out, just don’t think about it for the time being.
A simple life might be better.
Step by step.
Duan Wenjun flipped through a few pages and tried to practice following the methods inside, but there was no reaction at all.
However, he has read too many martial arts novels and he also knows that practicing martial arts is not something that happens overnight and cannot be rushed.
When sweeping the tomb the next day, Duan Daxiong took Duan Wenjun with him and only called the housekeeper Gu Hongfu.
Mo Shoucheng was still inseparable, following Duan Wenjun dutifully.
The ancestral graves of the Duan family are actually guarded by dedicated personnel.
It is said to be sweeping the tomb, but in fact it does not involve pulling grass and adding soil, but simply paying homage.
After worshiping around the Duan family's ancestral grave, Duan Daxiong took him to a separate hillside nearby.
Duan Wenjun saw his mother's grave for the first time.
It stands alone on a hillside, only a few steps away from the Duan family's ancestral grave.
Unlike the tombstones of the Duan family's ancestors, the mother's tombstone is very simple.
There are only four words "Qiuyun's Tomb" written in the middle, which are as bright as blood.
In the lower right corner, husband Duan Daxiong and Zi Wenjun.
Gu Hongfu placed the tributes on the table and lit the incense candles. Duan Daxiong pulled Duan Wenjun and bowed before him. Gu sat down in front of the grave.
Duan Daxiong didn't say anything, just sat there looking at Qiu Yun's tombstone in a daze.
Gu Hongfu stood aside.
Duan Wenjun sat down next to him. He thought that when he mentioned his mother Qiuyun last night, Duan Daxiong talked about the starry sky with him, so he asked, "Dad, tell me how you met my mother." ?”
He was really curious about the story of Duan Daxiong and Qiuyun.
One is a fat merchant from the small county town of Wangjiang who smells like copper, and the other is a wealthy lady from the family of three generations of important ministers in Shangliang County in Kyoto.
How could two people so completely different come together?
"Your mother is an amazing person." Duan Daxiong sighed, and then fell into silence again.
Duan Wenjun didn't ask any more questions, and Duan Daxiong didn't say anything more.
In front of the grave, the two of them just sat like that, no one said anything.
Suddenly, Duan Daxiong stood up and said, "Later, dad will find time to tell you the story of me and your mother."
Duan Wenjun didn't understand why he had to find time.
Now, can’t we just talk about it?
"Let's go, we should go home!" Duan Daxiong spoke again.
Duan Wenjun was stunned again.
However, seeing that Duan Daxiong was a little depressed, he didn't ask any more questions.
The atmosphere suddenly became more dull.
On the way back, Duan Daxiong remained silent.
His brows were furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.
Duan Wenjun followed him and asked Gu Hongfu quietly.
Gu Hongfu looked at Duan Daxiong's back, and then shook his head.
In fact, in these years, although he helped the Duan family take care of the Duan family fort, he still didn't see through the Dong family.
He lowered his voice, "My boss used to talk for a while when I came to visit my mistress's grave, sometimes for an hour or two. But this year, there is something unusual..."
Even Gu Hongfu doesn’t know?
Duan Wenjun frowned and thought of someone: "Uncle Gu, why haven't I seen Jia Ping in the past two days?"
"Jia Ping went out with his employer this time and never came back..." Gu Hongfu had a worried look on his face.
Duan Wenjun's brows furrowed.
If your guess is correct, something must have happened.
Returning from the ancestral grave, Duan Daxiong brought Duan Wenjun into the study room in the east courtyard. "Wenjun, Mr. Qin is hosting a banquet at Wangjiang Tower on the 10th day of the lunar month. Do you want to come with me to see it?"
Duan Wenjun was stunned, "Mr. Qin is hosting a banquet, what should I go see?"
"I received invitations from Mr. Qin, yours and mine." Duan Daxiong said again, "This time, there is another nobleman from Shangliang. I think, maybe, you should go and meet him!"
