Before Yang Sanggui left, he left the loyal dog to guard the door. Ah Fu's cloudy eyes could see through his thoughts, which could not be concealed. Yang Chen stood still for a moment, carefully put the candle back on the table, and said: "With you here, He can rest assured.”
He was about to turn around and leave when he suddenly heard Ah Fu say: "The most precious thing in the master's collection of books is a boxing classic. Don't you want to take a look at it, Master?"
Yang Jian stopped abruptly, almost unable to believe his ears, and blurted out: "Is there really such a boxing book?"
"Young master, if you want to learn, there is one." Ah Fu limped to the bookshelf, squatted down with difficulty, and pulled out a thin brocade box from the stack of books. The brocade was damaged and faded, and when he opened it, he found a worn-out volume. The manuscript is inscribed with the words "Hundred Split Fist", and the structure is euphemistic, as if it was written by a woman.
Ah Fu handed him the entire brocade box and said: "It would be better to practice to make your muscles grow an inch than to practice to make your flesh thicker. This 'Hundred Split Fist' only trains the muscles but not the strength. Although it is not a superior boxing technique, it is more than enough for the young master." ”
Yang Jie didn't open it. He felt confused and said, "I was instigated by others to steal the Boxing Sutra, and you still want to help me?"
"Although he was instigated by others, the eldest young master will not be fooled by Sifang Yangjie, right?"
Yang Chueshen nodded involuntarily.
"Take it and practice. Find something to do. It's better than hanging around with Yang Jie. It's time for the eldest master to wake up. If you don't understand, you can ask the old slave. Be careful of Yang Tinggui and Yang Jie. Neither father nor son are the same. What a fuel-efficient lamp. If you remember the Boxing Sutra, you don’t have to return it, just burn it!"
Yang Jian hesitated for a moment, took the brocade box and held it tightly in his hand, and couldn't help but ask: "Why? Why do you do this?"
Ah Fu limped to the table and let the candlelight fall on his face. "How old do you think the old slave is this year, young master?"
"Early sixties?"
Ah Fu sighed, stretched out his hand to cover the sarcoma on his jaw, and said slowly: "In the eyes of the eldest young master, the old slave is already dying... In fact, the old slave is the same age as the master. He is forty-four years old this year, and he is in the prime of life..."
"Slow... wait!" Yang Jian suddenly realized that beneath the wrinkles, Ah Fu's face was somewhat similar to his own. He rubbed his eyes, feeling an inexplicable fear deep in his heart. Ah Fu continued: "The old slave was not crippled from birth. His legs were broken and he became lame later. The sarcoma was caused by careless practice and stagnation of qi and blood. When he was young, the old slave was also talented, almost like you... …”
The corner of Yang Chuan's mouth twitched slightly, as if he had guessed something, and said in a hoarse voice: "How could it... become like this?"
Ah Fu said: "It's a long story, and it's an old story. Do you want to hear it now, young master?"
Yang Chu gritted his teeth and said, "You tell me, I can stand up to anything you say!"
Ah Fu sighed and looked at the candlelight and said quietly: "The old slave was not from a good family, but he fell in love with a rich girl from a wealthy family. When he was a child, there was no way to stop him. He was his childhood sweetheart and his childhood sweetheart. When he grew up, he realized that the rich family was as deep as the sea and could not be reached. And. In order to get ahead, he carried a big sedan chair to marry the one he liked. The old slave gritted his teeth and joined the Yang family. He followed the master around, licking the blood on the knife head, hoping to get rich. Who knows that people are not as good as God, and other people's rich ladies and so on. After a while, I couldn't resist my parents, so I married into the Yang family in a big sedan chair, and by coincidence, I became the master's young lady and the old slave's mistress."
Yang Chen suddenly felt like a mirror, and said "Hey", silently.
Ah Fu continued: "There is a difference between superiority and inferiority, so I had no choice but to give up on this idea. It's just that when I was young, I traveled north and south, and accidentally injured my waist and kidneys for thieves. I can't be humane. After my wedding, the old lady pressed me hard. He must see his grandson in front of his eyes, otherwise he will die with his eyes open, so the master had no choice but to find a poor scholar whose parents were both dead from outside the fifth server to borrow seeds, and after the young lady became pregnant, he buried his body in the river to avoid future troubles."
Yang Jie was horrified to hear this. The wealthy family was well-dressed and well-fed, and they were very honorable in front of others, but there were countless dirty things behind their backs. Every gold and silver of the Yang family in Heshuo was stained with blood and filthy things. There was absolutely no trace of it. Clean management!
"The old slave did this thing himself, the man was invited by the old slave, and the old slave did it afterwards. It's just that there was a little accident during the period. The young lady knew about it, but the master didn't. It’s just that he is the descendant of that poor scholar, and his future troubles have been eliminated, and his clothes are perfect.”
"It's just that there is no airtight wall in the world. I don't know where the rumors came from at first, but later they became real. But by then, the old lady and the young lady had passed away. There was also a sheep guardian in the eldest house, who was the direct blood and flesh of the second master. , it is not a good thing to have the young master standing in front of him to attract Fengdaoshuangjian..."
After experiencing the ups and downs of the past two years, Sheep's heart is as strong as a stone, and he can withstand any blow. When Ah Fu revealed his life experience in a vague way, he only found it ridiculous. It turned out that it was reasonable for his father to treat him like this, and he couldn't. It's time to be sentimental. Yang Jian let out a "ha" and laughed at himself: "Since it has been exposed, let's just use the waste and kick it away. It is already a great gift that there is no corpse in the river."
Ah Fu looked at him for a moment and said: "I originally planned to send the eldest young master to work in the accounting office, so that he can find a career in the future. Even if he can't get ahead, he can still have food and clothing, but the eldest young master messed up. To be honest, the eldest young master messed up. The young master's qualifications are mediocre, and he has missed the age to practice martial arts. Now he is starting to practice the 'Hundred Split Fist'. The most is to strengthen his body. If he wants to use it to travel in the world, it is not enough. The eldest young master must understand this point and don't aim too high."
Yang Jian was silent for a long time and said with a wry smile: "It's enough to keep fit, what else can I hope for?"
Ah Fu said meaningfully: "Be patient for a moment, and you will avoid a hundred days of worry. Young master, listen to the old slave's advice. If you want to survive, you must compromise and be patient. You may not have no opportunities in the future."
Yang De said with waning spirits, "What other opportunities are there?"
Ah Fu hesitated for a moment, a strange light flashed in his old eyes, and said: "The Yang family in Heshuo is unique, but they are just a frog at the bottom of a well. There are many opportunities in this world. You must pay attention to them. If you encounter them, you must seize them... …”
Yang Jian shook his head, put the brocade box into his arms, walked out of the study, and stopped listening to Afu's nagging. After many years of revealing the secret of their life experiences, both of them were very calm, so calm that they were almost cold. No father and son recognized each other, and no tears filled their eyes. This boxing book was a gift of Ah Fu's own initiative, and Yang Chen accepted it calmly. Consider it an end.
After climbing over the wall and leaving Lixiangyuan, Yang Jian returned to the room and lay on the bed in the dark, thinking for a long time. His mood was unusually calm, as if all the burdens had been removed, and he felt relieved. He rolled over and jumped out of bed, lit the candle, took out the Boxing Sutra from the brocade box, and flipped through the pages from beginning to end, feeling dumbfounded. There are crude human figures drawn on the boxing sutra, with the head in the form of a circle, and the body and limbs simplified into lines, in various static postures without any written explanation.
Yang Ting Gui Yang Jie and his son have coveted the boxing classics for many years, is this all?
