However, there was a voice deep in his heart that stubbornly reminded him that Ah Fu would not harm him intentionally. Even if the relationship between father and son is as cold as water, there is no need for it. "Hundred Split Fist" is worth practicing, even if it is just to strengthen his body. With this belief, Yang Jie spent a whole night memorizing these weird postures in his mind, turning them over and over again to confirm that they were correct.
The east turns white, and the Yang family's old house wakes up from its deep sleep. Yang Jian stretched out and followed Ah Fu's instructions without hesitation, throwing the fist sutra into the fire pot and watching it burn to ashes and fly in the wind. He thought: "One day, my ashes will disappear without a trace like this."
After burning the boxing sutra, there was still a damaged and faded brocade box left. Yang Jian shook it casually and was about to throw it into the brazier when he suddenly heard a soft "crash" sound. Something seemed to be loose and falling off inside the box. rolling around. Out of curiosity, he opened the brocade box, and a small gray-black bead rolled out from the inner layer. It was only about the size of a soybean and did not look amazing.
Yang Chu carefully twisted the beads, put them under his nose and smelled them. There was no peculiar smell. He turned the brocade box over and found three lines of fine characters in the inner corner. He brought them to his eyes and used his eyesight to identify them for a long time. From right to left, there are "a piece of cloud dansha", "hot soup delivered to you", and "extraordinary".
His heart was pounding, his hands and feet were stiff, and his mind was numb. On impulse, he twisted the "yundin sand" and put the elixir into his mouth with his thumb and index finger. After hesitating for a long time, he let go and swallowed it straight down his neck. The elixir entered his stomach like a ball of fire, and his mouth suddenly became dry. It was like waking up from a dream, and then he realized that he was focusing on "extraordinary things" and forgot to "deliver hot soup." He jumped up, threw the brocade box into the brazier, rushed to the small kitchen in three steps, picked up the sling from the stove, and poured it into his mouth in a hurry, which made him jump.
The cook stared at the eldest young master dumbfounded, wondering what he had eaten to make him look like this with thirst.
Yang Chu drank a lot of boiling water, boiled his mouth and tongue, and slowly walked out of the small kitchen while holding on to the wall. From the cook to the helpers, everyone knew that the young master was in a bad mood. No one dared to talk, and they all worked absentmindedly. Go about the work at hand, remain silent, and turn a blind eye.
Yang Chen was like a well-drained donkey and horse, with a loud roar in his stomach. He was afraid of being seen through, so he closed the door tightly and staggered around the courtyard hundreds of times. His body was steaming with heat and his clothes were wet. It was dry and wet, dry and wet, and it was not until noon that I finally regained my strength. I let out a series of smelly farts, and even I covered my mouth and nose and couldn't bear it.
His body was sticky, as if he hadn't bathed in eight lifetimes, and there was a thick layer of old dirt. Yang Jian was not afraid of the cold, so he fetched a few buckets of well water, stripped naked, and took a quick bath. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, broken ice floats in the water, making a sizzling sound when poured on the body. She stretches her muscles and bones, opens her pores, and feels refreshed and comfortable from head to toe.
After putting on a clean robe, Yang Chuan was unbearably hungry. He missed the meal, but he didn't want to instruct the cook to restart the stove. He took a dozen steamed buns back to the room, stuffed his stomach haphazardly, and stirred the brazier. He looked at the ash heap inside, thought for a moment, and made up his mind.
In the afternoon, when people were feeling sleepy, Yang Jian avoided the maids and servants and took a shortcut to Songfengyuan. It was the new house where Yang Sanggui and his wife got married many years ago. After his wife passed away, Yang Sanggui mostly stayed in the study room of Lixiangyuan and rarely came here. There was only one dowry maid left in Songfengyuan to look after her, called "Sisi". He takes great care of Yang Chen on weekdays.
Sisi was frightened when she saw Yang Chu breaking into Songfeng Yard. She hurriedly stood aside and shouted in a low voice: "Young master...you...how did you..."
Yang Chen ignored her and strode into the bedroom. In front of Sisi, he took out a pearl necklace from his mother's dressing box, crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into his arms.
Sisi's eyes widened and she said in a panic: "Young Master, you...you..."
"Sisi, you didn't see anything, right?"
Sisi's face turned red and she lowered her voice: "If I let the master know, he will be very angry!"
Yang Jian patted her head and said, "Then keep your mouth tight and don't tell him."
"If...if Madam was still here..."
"If she were still alive, she wouldn't mind if I took one or two pieces of jewelry. Sisi, don't look for trouble. Next time I come, turn your face away and don't look at anything!"
Yang Jian turned around and walked out of Songfengyuan, feeling desolate in his heart. If his biological mother was still alive and saw Yang Sanggui treating her like this, what would he say and think?
Her body was weak and she struggled to give birth to Yang Chu, but she remained ill and stayed in bed for seven or eight years. She passed away before she could see her son grow up. Yang Sanggui did not remarry, and all the furnishings in Songfeng Yuan, from beds, tables and chairs to vases and incense burners, all remained on the day when his wife died.
Yang Jie found Yang Jie in the fourth room and secretly showed him the pearl necklace, saying that he had not found the Boxing Sutra, but found this one, which was enough for them to have fun for a while. Yang Jie took the necklace, looked at it over and over for a long time, and said: "This is the best 'Dongzhu', it is very valuable, if I let my uncle know..."
Yang Jian interrupted: "Never mind it. If you have wine today, you will get drunk today. We brothers can just change the money and drink!"
A trace of disappointment flashed across Yang Jie's face. Yang Chen could see it clearly and sneered secretly. Ah Fu had a good eye. This kid really had other thoughts and that was not his intention!
Yang Chen said nothing more and accompanied Yang Chen to continue his past decadent life. When he was having fun, he would make insinuations from time to time, intentionally or unintentionally encouraging Yang Chen not to give up and to look for boxing scriptures again.
The commotion continued late into the night before they returned to Yang's old house drunk.
After returning to the small courtyard, Yang Chuai drank a bucket of cold well water, washed his face briefly, and felt refreshed after the drunkenness was gone. The benefits of "yundinsha" were unexpected. His drinking capacity suddenly became bottomless, and drinking was like drinking water. Yang Jie picked his throat several times and vomited all the yellow bile and water, but Yang Chen still couldn't pour a thousand cups.
Yang Jie woke up and realized that if he didn't pretend to be drunk, his secret would be exposed. Fortunately, Yang Jie fell unconscious first. He secretly reminded himself to take it easy and not make the same mistakes again.
Everything was silent, the wind howled. After being noisy for most of the night, Yang Chuan was not sleepy at all. He looked up at the bright moon, and the little figures in the boxing sutra came to mind one by one, clearly distinguishable. He stretched out his posture over and over again, but he still couldn't get it right. He always felt that something was wrong, something was wrong.
The master leads you in. Cultivation is up to the individual. Even if the boxing sutra is good, someone needs to give guidance. Since there is a ready-made master, why not ask him for advice! Ah Fu also had this intention in mind, to see if he could endure the hardships, so he threw the boxing sutra to him without saying a word. However, Yang Chen was still unsure. Did Ah Fu know that there was a "yundin sand" hidden in the interlayer of the brocade box?
