bookbashuk Chapter 206 Passing on the Skill
Chapter 206 Passing on the Skill
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Inside a seductive brothel in the capital.
Inside a room filled with a faint scent of perfume.
At the banquet, Long Yiyan and Yang Silang were arm in arm, drinking enthusiastically.
Beside them, an older woman was pouring wine for the two of them with great enthusiasm. Occasionally, out of habit, she would wink at Yang Silang. This woman had extremely charming features, a plump figure, and wore a peach-colored dress, making her look very seductive.
"Brother..." Long Yiyi had drunk a bit too much and didn't know that the person next to him was being provocative. He no longer called Yang Silang, but hugged Yang Silang very affectionately.
"You're truly my lucky star!"
"After listening to you, I'll only rest for three or four days."
"Haha, such a huge pie has fallen into my lap!"
"I didn't do anything!"
"As long as I can endure a year or two without making any mistakes, I can be promoted to a permanent position as a fourth-rank acting commander."
"Tell me, bro, have I suddenly had a stroke of good luck lately?"
Yang Silang avoided the fiery gaze of the middle-aged woman beside him and smiled with his head down.
"Dude, the best thing about you is that you do absolutely nothing."
"If you're on duty, you have a responsibility. What fault can others find if you take a day off?"
"They've all fallen from grace. Only you are familiar with the Jinghe Mausoleum, inside and out. If you don't go up, who will?"
Long Yi took a sip of wine and waved away the middle-aged woman.
"Xiao Taohong, go outside for a moment. My brother and I have a few important things to discuss."
Little Peach Blossom snorted softly, pouting in dissatisfaction, but still swayed her hips gently, twisted the millstone, and went out the door, not forgetting to close it for the two of them.
"They're incredibly audacious..." Long Yi lowered his voice.
"I don't know what Long Shuji was planning, but the five craftsmen he brought in that day were all Grandmasters of the Golden Marrow Cultivation, and they also brought many long shovels, tomb-locating plates and other magical tools for tomb raiding."
"Among them, there was even one who was skilled in both Taoism and martial arts. With the combined efforts of several people, even the Commander-in-Chief and Martial Saint almost capsized in the ditch."
"I heard that battle was fierce... The Shadow Stone was completely shattered," he said, glancing around to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "Even the Stele Pavilion of Divine Merit and Sacred Virtue was half destroyed."
"That's it, this pavilion really needs repairing."
Yang Silang was taken aback and asked in return.
"Isn't it rumored that the Commander-in-Chief risked serious injury to protect the Stele Pavilion of Divine Merit and Sacred Virtue?"
Long Yi shook his head.
"The Commander-in-Chief, the Martial Saint, is naturally invincible in divine skills, but there are too many of them. It's five against one, and one of them can control a magical weapon."
"It's already quite remarkable that he managed to keep the monument largely intact; the pavilion has already collapsed."
"That stele can be patched up and made to look presentable, and building a pavilion outside can be done quickly. So, wouldn't that mean the pavilion is essentially undamaged?"
"Emperor Jinghe is the father of the current emperor, and his mausoleum must not be damaged."
"So what if the Shadow Stone is broken? It's like we've lost two gatekeepers; but the Stele Pavilion of Divine Merit and Sacred Virtue absolutely cannot be damaged, otherwise it would be a slap in the face to His Majesty, wouldn't it?"
Yang Silang nodded silently; he understood.
If there's any way to remedy the situation, even if something goes wrong, you have to cover it up and pretend nothing happened.
If the Stele of Sacred Virtue is unharmed, then the Stele Pavilion is essentially unharmed; if the Stele Pavilion is unharmed, then the Jinghe Mausoleum is unharmed; if the Jinghe Mausoleum is unharmed, then the high-ranking officials guarding the mausoleum, such as the Commander-in-Chief, are unharmed.
More importantly, since Jinghe Mausoleum was unharmed, Emperor Yongchang's reputation was preserved.
With interests aligned from top to bottom, this matter can only be concluded in this way.
Yang Silang breathed a sigh of relief.
He didn't care about anything else; as long as the Shadow Stone shattered, all the past events involving the two Martial Saints would vanish like smoke, and there would be no more trouble.
Their martial arts divine will was trapped by the formation for over a hundred years, which is equivalent to suffering torment for such a long time. Now that it has completely dissipated in the world and returned to peace, it should also be the long-cherished wish of the two.
"There's something else strange..." Long Yi, clearly drunk today, was quite outspoken.
"You know, a strange thing was discovered during the subsequent investigation."
"They fought near the stele pavilion, but the ancestral elm tree on Baoding Jirang was actually split in two vertically with a single stroke. One half of the cut showed signs of fire, while the other half showed signs of water damage."
"That's strange. On the day of the fight, neither our side nor our side used swords, nor did anyone use water or fire elemental energies, and the two places were a full ten miles apart."
"And no one left any footprints near the summit."
"That's strange, who left it?"
Yang Silang let out a long sigh after hearing this.
It seems that even at the cost of their own dissipation, those two martial saints still managed to unleash that strike.
Although it couldn't actually harm the body of the deceased emperor beneath the treasure mound, it was still a truly exhilarating experience to wield the sword.
He got sand in his eyes, rubbed them gently, and laughed.
"Could it be that it was left behind by the two Martial Saints in the Shadow Stone?"
Long Yi was stunned for a moment, his eyes showing confusion.
"No wonder those flood and fire damage looked so familiar."
"If it were those two, it would actually be very possible."
"But why?"
"I understand!" He slapped his thigh. "It must have seen the thieves running rampant and disturbing the imperial mausoleum. The Shadow Stone had no place to hide, so it turned into swords and spears and rushed towards the thieves. However, it missed its target and flew out and accidentally hit the Ancestral Tree on the Precious Peak."
"Ah, truly a loyal and righteous man!"
"Unfortunately, we can't make it public now, because the ancestral tree has been destroyed, and the consequences are no less than those of the damaged stele pavilion."
Yang Silang was speechless. "Instructor, your imagination has completely backfired."
"So how did you manage to get away with it?" he asked curiously.
The fact that Long Yi could sit here and drink so peacefully shows that the thunder in Jinghe Mausoleum has been successfully fooled by everyone from top to bottom.
The ancestral tree at the top center is mainly an elm tree. If the ancestral tree is split down, it is equivalent to disturbing the emperor's head.
Long Yiyan chuckled.
"That knife was superb. Although it split the tree in two, the cut was perfectly smooth, and the roots underneath were not badly damaged."
"Wrap the tree with hemp rope a few times, then drip some tree-nourishing liquid on it, and it will be fine in six months to a year."
Yang Silang clapped his hands in admiration.
That's certainly a good way to fool people.
If Emperor Jinghe knew this in the afterlife, I wonder if he would be so angry that he would come back to life. It would be as if someone had chopped off the top of his dragon crown and then covered it with paper.
After finishing his important business, Long Yiyan called Xiao Taohong in to pour wine and serve dishes.
The two drank several more rounds of wine.
Seeing that it was getting late, Yang Silang got up to say goodbye, asking curiously before leaving.
"Instructor, now that you have plenty of money and a high-ranking position, haven't you considered finding a woman to settle down with?"
Little Peach's eyes lit up immediately.
Long Yi thought that this blind old man originally looked down on everyone, and only ended up in the hands of this washed-up courtesan because he was poor and troublesome. Unexpectedly, she suddenly got lucky, and if she could take this opportunity, she could reform herself...
Long Yi shook his head so hard it resembled a wave drum.
"No, no, I'm a sentimental person, I can't bear to see a beautiful woman sad."
"Now it's great, the money's in, everyone's all smiles."
"If I were to actually marry her and bring her home, dealing with the daily grind of firewood and rice, who could still be smiling?"
"Such a beauty," Long Yi said, pulling Xiao Taohong, who was standing next to him, into his arms.
"Skinny as a stick, face as pointed as a grain of rice, greasy all over, like an old woman without salt—do you want her?"
Yang Silang was speechless, and could only say that the instructor was truly insightful.
They took the large blue dog from the stable.
It was half an hour later when Yang Silang returned to the inn.
He untied the hairnet and gathered his hair together to braid it. His hair had grown very fast these past few days for some reason, and he should be able to tie it up in a few days.
Yang Silang never expected that he would be able to tie his hair in a ponytail one day; it was quite a novel experience.
"Master..." Fu Hongying, who also had her hair tied in a ponytail, entered and bowed first. "Uncle Da Niu said you were looking for me?"
Poor Fu Hongying found herself several generations younger than everyone else after becoming an apprentice.
Aunt She cooks, Uncle Niu is the eldest of the same age, and even the master's mount, the demon donkey, is Uncle Qing.
The most outrageous thing is that the stone that the master often plays with is called "Grandma".
She regretted it somewhat; she should have gritted her teeth and insisted on offering herself as a concubine.
"Hongying..." Yang Silang coughed and said seriously, "I heard from your father that you practice the Huanxi Hand. Show me what you've learned."
Grandpa Fu Liunian practices ice-attribute techniques, which are not suitable for Fu Hongying.
In her early years, Fu Hongying entered a martial arts school in Beijing where a female grandmaster was in charge. She learned a style of boxing called "Huanxi Hand". This style of boxing was obviously a water-based technique, which followed a gentle and powerful approach.
Yang Silang would never have dared to utter the word "guidance" in the past.
However, since he obtained the Divine Will Seed of Martial Saint Du Mohu, he has completely refined it in the past few days. When he uses a set of Five Elements Fist, he has completely integrated the divine will into it. It can be as turbulent as a raging wave or as gentle as a soft wave. He has already cultivated the divine essence of the fist.
He was certainly no match for a Grandmaster, but he felt he could still guide a Great Martial Master.
"Yes... Master..."
Fu Hongying immediately performed a set of boxing techniques in the open space of the courtyard.
With her tall and slender figure, her boxing style was naturally pleasing to the eye. Her footwork was as smooth as flowing water, and her palm strikes often contained a rotating momentum, but there was also a tendency to change direction afterward, so that she reserved three-tenths of her strength.
After performing a set of thirty-six boxing moves, she stood to the side, her forehead slightly sweaty, waiting for her master's guidance.
Yang Silang closed his eyes, and his soul stirred in his Niwan Palace. He began to practice the Huanxi Hand Fist Technique on the spot. At first, it was clumsy and there were many disjointed parts. Later, the moves became ambiguous, but he had attached the water element to them, giving them an indescribable charm.
Fu Hongying was still wondering why her master was motionless as if in deep meditation.
Suddenly, Yang Silang opened his eyes.
He performed his boxing techniques in the courtyard with fluid and graceful movements.
His feet moved lightly, his body flowed like water, his fists were graceful, and his palms mainly used swirling and turning movements. However, when he struck out, each palm was higher than the last, like a thousand overlapping waves that left the audience breathless.
But in the next move, the fist technique changed again, and the palms flowed like a gentle stream, fully demonstrating the gentle way of water, and the whole person was as soft as if boneless.
"This is Huanxi Shou..."
"No, the moves are a little different."
"But this artistic conception..."
Fu Hongying had practiced the Huanxi Hand for many years and recognized the thirty-six moves her master had practiced and her own fist technique at a glance. The moves were similar but not quite the same, but the intent of the fist was very similar... no, it was even more profound than the original Huanxi Hand.
The master's palm strikes were more surging, fierce, and imposing, with greater destructive power; yet they could also be gentle and yielding, revealing the formlessness of water...
Yang Silang finished his punch in one round.
Fu Hongying was still standing there, stunned.
"Do you understand now?" Yang Silang asked softly.
He wasn't practicing Huanxi Hand, of course; it was actually Five Elements Fist, but with the moves and power generation methods of Huanxi Hand mixed in.
While the precision and subtlety of the moves may not match those of a true Huanxi Hand, the sheer force of the punches completely overwhelms the opponent.
"Master..." Fu Hongying's eyes lit up, "Could you play it again? There were some parts I didn't understand just now."
She's a martial artist, so she can tell whether a person's fist technique is powerful or not.
What a gem! I thought Master was a martial arts graduate who practiced Five Elements Fist and wasn't good at water-based fist techniques. But when he actually demonstrated it, he was so powerful, far surpassing the female grandmaster who taught the fist at the martial arts school.
So one person patiently taught, and the other practiced diligently.
An hour later, a weary Fu Hongying left, tears of gratitude streaming down her face.
She looked regretful, realizing she had reached her limit and couldn't learn any more. Fortunately, her master wouldn't move, so she was determined to master this improved Washing Stream Hand technique during this time!
Yang Silang went back inside and looked up at the moon in the sky.
It's strange, the Nine-Tailed Fox hasn't come these past few days. Has something happened in the palace that's keeping her waiting?
He was thinking about it.
Inside the Niwan Palace, a charming voice suddenly came from the black ring.
"Husband, what are you busy with?"
"Have you missed Xing'er lately?"
Turn the page, and you'll find yourself in another world.