At the same time, Yang Hui's family was in a state of chaos and there was no peace. Yang Hui is the backbone of the family. His father died young, his mother Yang Li is old, his wife Yang Tang is frail and sick, and his youngest son Yang Xingyuan is only twenty years old and has not yet married and had children.
Originally, if Yang Hui was here, he would be a fourth-rank official and a well-known figure in the local area. As long as nothing happened to him, then Yang Li's old age care, Yang Tang's health care, and Yang Xingyuan's marriage would not be a problem. But as soon as something happened to him, the whole family suddenly felt like the sky was falling.
The two women in the family were in tears. Yang Xingyuan was unable to do anything except contacting Tang Xunzhong every now and then to get some news about his father. It was Tang Xunzhong who reminded them: "I think it's better to ask Xingyuan to write a letter and call Zhiyuan back. With such a big thing happening in the family, it's time for him, the eldest son, to come back and have a look."
Yang Li also said to Yang Tang: "Daughter-in-law, I think Master Tang is right. Why don't you call Zhiyuan back? This child hasn't come back for five years. Keep exchanging letters is not an option." , something happened to his father this time, it’s time to come back.”
Yang Tangshi was confused: "Zhiyuan is devoted to practicing martial arts, I'm afraid it will delay him."
Tang Xunzhong said: "Dad has been in trouble. It's the time for him to do his best. How can he escape at this time? Besides, he has been away from home and has been practicing wholeheartedly for five years. That's enough. No matter what, come back first. What's the big deal? Let’s leave later.”
Yang Tang was finally persuaded and ordered Yang Xingyuan to write a letter to his eldest brother. The letter briefly described the recent murders and a series of strange things that had happened in his hometown, and also told the story of his father's disappearance. After writing it, he gave it to Tang Xunzhong and asked Tang Xunzhong to send the letter together when he returned.
Speaking of Yang Zhiyuan's departure from home, it was five years ago. Yang Zhiyuan five years ago was just as old as Yang Xingyuan now, in his mid-twenties. Yang Zhiyuan has been outstanding since he was a child. Just like Huang Di when he was a child, he is simple and honest yet smart.
But he doesn't like literature, he likes martial arts. Yang Hui also saw that his son was a good candidate for martial arts training, so he devoted himself to cultivating him and taught him all his martial arts skills without any reservation.
When Yang Zhiyuan was eighteen years old, he was already proficient in all kinds of boxing and kicking skills, as well as the training and use of various weapons and hidden weapons. When father and son fought, Yang Hui could not go more than thirty rounds under his hands. It can be said that he is better than his master.
Yang Zhiyuan himself was very ambitious, and he would trick everyone he met, and his martial arts skills were indeed superb. In the two years from the age of eighteen to twenty, he challenged countless masters from various sects, but no one was his opponent. . This made him even more confident. From then on, he held his head high and felt light-headed.
He stopped practicing martial arts. He took in a dozen or so little brothers and went to the market every day. There were fights and troubles. Generally speaking, the latter was the most common. Yang Hui was so angry that he had a stomachache and bloating. But there was nothing he could do. He couldn't be beaten again and again. Even if he didn't fight back for his father's sake, he would still have half his life to catch up with him. There's no way to do it.
The change of fate came with the appearance of a man named Shi Tieqiao, who was Yang Hui's fellow apprentice when he was learning martial arts as a young boy.
That day, Shi Tieqiao came to visit Yang Hui. It had been almost twenty years since Shi Tieqiao and Yang Hui separated.
Twenty years ago, Shi Tieqiao was in his early twenties and Yang Hui was in his twenties. Their martial arts skills were comparable, and they were both young heroes famous in Fujian martial arts circles.
At that time, Shi Tieqiao asked Yang Hui what his plans were. Yang Hui replied that he would join the army to serve the country and kill the enemy and perform meritorious service.
Shi Tieqiao asked Yang Hui: "What do you think of our martial arts?"
Yang Hui replied: "Our martial arts skills have surpassed those of Master, and we haven't met any opponents in Fujian. We should be top masters."
Shi Tieqiao said: "To tell you the truth, I thought so too at first, but since I saw the martial arts of Master Zimei of Wuyi Mountain last month, I have realized that there are people outside the world, and there is a sky beyond the sky. There is no end to learning about martial arts."
Yang Hui said disapprovingly: "Master Zimei? Why haven't I heard of such a person in the martial arts world? What kind of kung fu does he have? Why is he so powerful?"
"The real person doesn't show his face. Besides, the real person Zimei has lived in seclusion in Wuyi Mountain for many years and doesn't care about worldly affairs. How can outsiders know about it?"
"In that case, how did you know?"
"I went to Wuyi Mountain to collect medicine last month, and unexpectedly I met a big tiger in the mountain. In terms of boxing and kicking, you and I are both masters. I have always been conceited, and I think I am the best in the world, but That day, when I faced the huge tiger, I felt that everything I had learned in my life was a joke. Why do I say this? Because when I faced this beast, my back felt cold, my legs felt weak, and my heart felt like it was about to pop out. It seemed to be jumping on the ground. It stood, and so did I. I didn’t dare to make a sound, I didn’t dare to exhale, and I didn’t dare to move my hands or feet. In short, at the moment when I faced the tiger, I learned all the things I learned from the master. All my abilities seemed to have failed all of a sudden. I couldn’t use them anymore, and I couldn’t use them anymore. In the end, I had no choice but to run away because there was Jiuqu River next to me, and I wanted to jump into the water and get rid of the tiger.”
"Tiger can also swim, so it's still dangerous for you to do this," Yang Hui interjected, "But seeing that you're standing here fine now, this trick must have worked."
Shi Tieqiao smiled bitterly and said: "It worked? Forget it. You are right. Tigers can actually swim. But at that time, my mind was blank and I forgot about it. When I jumped into the water, the tiger also jumped into the water and started to attack me crazily. When I came here, I thought to myself that I was going to play this time. The image of my father flashed in my mind, and I felt sorry for him. I asked him to give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man. Just as I was thinking this, I heard a boom. With a sound, the water surface suddenly splashed several feet high, and the tiger behind me heard a scream of "how". When I looked back, I saw that the tiger was floating on the water and motionless."
"Don't be afraid, this beast is dead. You can swim up slowly." The person who spoke was standing on the shore. He had white hair and a childish face, and had an immortal spirit. That person was the Zimeizhen Zhenren who lived in seclusion in Wuyi Mountain and usually never saw the dragon's head or tail.
Shi Tieqiao bravely swam past the tiger, but the tiger did not react at all. Its eyes, nose, mouth, and fur all over its body were all in good condition, and there was no trace of blood. So how did this tiger die? Shi Tieqiao vaguely remembered that the loud noise in the water came first, followed by the tiger's scream. In other words, something must have hit the water. To be precise, it hit the tiger in the water. The water collided with each other, making a loud noise and sending up water splashes several feet high, killing the tiger at the same time. Yes, that must be the case, so the question is, what is it that hits the water?
After landing, Shi Tieqiao tremblingly asked Master Zimei this question. Master Zimei smiled and said: "There's nothing there, it's just a random slap."
A random slap? Shi Tieqiao was dumbfounded. With a casual strike, you can kill a tiger in the water from a distance. What if this is not casual?
"Isn't the old god kidding?" Shi Tieqiao's question was also sincere, because Zimei Zhenren's martial arts indeed exceeded the martial arts system that Shi Tieqiao could understand, and also exceeded his previous knowledge.
"My name is Master Zimei. I am not an old god." Master Zimei still smiled and said, "Looking at your strong body, I think you are also a martial arts practitioner."
"Junior Shi Tieqiao, I started practicing martial arts at the age of five. I'm over 20 this year. Although I can't say that my martial arts is at its peak, I have fought all over the southeast and rarely encountered opponents. But just now I saw you making a move, and I feel like my twenty years have been in vain. ”
Zimeizhen said: "You can't say that. You are practicing hard kung fu. You start quickly and progress steadily. It is enough for self-defense or defense against enemies. How can you say that your work is in vain?"
"You're right, I thought so before, but what if I encounter a tiger today? It's not like running away like a hare. But as for you, you can kill a tiger with just one slap. Such a comparison Come on, it’s almost a waste of time.”
Zimeizhen said: "Don't be so pessimistic. Encountering a tiger was just an accident. Besides, you didn't bring a weapon. If you had brought a weapon, I believe you would have killed the tiger."
"But this is all a thing for another day. Who can know what will happen if I really carry weapons and encounter a tiger? I still feel that my current skills are just deceiving myself and others. I have to start over. Junior Shi Tieqiao paid homage to his benefactor and hoped that he would accept me as his disciple..."
When Shi Tieqiao said these words, he was kowtowing. Before he finished speaking, he heard a gust of wind in his ears. When he looked up, there was no one in front of him, only thousands of mountains, rolling up and down...
