Climbing to the top of the mountain, the Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace is just ahead. Although Ye Shaoyang is not worried about being discovered, just in case, he turned up the collar of his sweater to cover his face.
Different from the bustling scenic spot in Qianshan, in the authentic Xuanqing Mountain and Jiuxiao Wanfu Palace, except for a few outer disciples who are tidying up the yard, no idler can see it.
Ye Shaoyang took Ye Xiaomu along and introduced everything about the palace to him, when suddenly an outer disciple came over, and Jishou said: "Master, this is a private temple, you can't enter it, please go to the front mountain to play."
Ye Shaoyang nodded repeatedly, took Ye Xiaomu out from the side door, all the way to the back mountain, and could hear a rough voice scolding from a long distance away, the two followed the sound, and finally came to the top of a rock, from a high place Look down.
An old man is yelling at a child for taking the plum blossom pile.
The old man was wearing a hurdle vest and big underpants, with a pair of flip flops on his feet, holding a plate full of peanuts in one hand, stuffing a handful into his mouth from time to time.
"This is..." Ye Xiaomu didn't dare to admit it.
Ye Shaoyang showed a sweaty expression, and said a little shyly: "Yes, he is your master."
"Um, master is really... naturally free and easy." Ye Xiaomu held back for a long time, and finally remembered such a compliment.
The eyes of the two fell on the young man who was walking swiftly on the plum blossom pile, and said that the boy was old enough. The boy was at most ten years old, very thin, shirtless and only wearing a pair of big underpants, his dark skin was sunburned all over his body. It was beads of sweat, running fast under Qing Yunzi's urging, usually reciting some kind of spell formula in his mouth.
"Dad, is this you?"
Ye Shaoyang nodded slightly, "Do you think this kind of practice is nothing?"
Ye Xiaomu stared at the childhood figure of Ye Shaoyang for a while, and said, "It's been hard work."
"No, you didn't understand. I am walking in the air. There are a total of eight sets of stances, and the footwork is different. If your master just says a name, I will switch according to the corresponding routine. This is actually not counted. Difficult. Ordinary people can do it after three to five months of practice. What is difficult is the incantations I chanted. The incantations are also names that your master casually said. When I say a topic, I have to recite the full text. Dual-purpose, you can’t make mistakes with your feet, and you can’t make mistakes with the scriptures you read. If you make a mistake, you have to start over.”
Ye Xiaomu was dumbfounded when he heard that, and immediately thought of the advantages of this training method. Recalling Ye Shaoyang's previous performance in the battle, he finally understood why his father was able to stay calm at any time, even in fierce battles. Keep calm to a large extent in the fights, and can think of strategies to defeat the enemy in adversity.
Sure enough, this is not just talent, but the result of years of perverted training.
"Taishang Induction Chapter, the third chapter... the second chapter of the Nanhuajing... the third paragraph of the Tao Te Ching... a word is wrong, do it again!"
While chewing peanuts, Qing Yunzi kept giving orders to the young Ye Shaoyang.
Young Ye Shaoyang was walking like flying on the plum blossom pile, sweating profusely, and when he was punished all over again, he couldn't help complaining.
"Be serious! Keep up your spirits, you feel bitter now, at most you just practice again! In the future, when you face evil things, if you make a wrong step, your life will be gone!" Qing Yunzi sternly reprimanded without showing any mercy.
Ye Shaoyang stared at the strange yet familiar scene, his eyes moistened little by little.
"What your master told me, I didn't take it seriously when I was a child, until later I walked alone in the rivers and lakes, experienced all kinds of fierce battles, and every time I survived at the critical moment, I would think of the days of devil training back then. I am very fortunate that I have a good master , otherwise I would have died eight times if not ten times, and I would not have survived today... "
Ye Xiaomu stared at the scene in front of him that should have been obliterated by history long ago, full of emotion in his heart.
"Who is there!"
Qing Yunzi suddenly turned his head to look over, at the same time, a magic talisman hit him, this was not enough, his figure shot towards him like lightning.
Seeing that he was about to be caught, Ye Xiaomu suddenly grabbed him with one hand and dragged him to a dark place.
Returned to the eternal void.
Ye Xiaomu heaved a sigh of relief, recalling the shocking scene before, he couldn't help feeling: "Master's speed is too fast, even faster than the flying speed of the magic talisman!"
He thought that with his own reaction speed, the situation at that time was afraid that he would be recruited before he could react in time.
Ye Shaoyang grinned and said: "If you are forced to defend, he still has at least dozens of back moves ready. If you make a wrong first step, you can only be beaten passively until you reveal enough flaws. He will Defeating the enemy with one blow... This routine is simple to say, but it is proven to work."
Ye Xiaomu knew that he was teaching himself, thought for a moment, and said: "But sometimes, you just stay still for a long time, waiting for others to make a move first, and sometimes even if you make a move, you will deliberately show weakness..."
"So use your brain. Study your opponent before fighting. If you are an unfamiliar opponent, try to be as steady as possible. You must learn to irritate and paralyze your opponent... Simply put, sometimes you need to be strong, fight against the opponent, and bring the rhythm of the battle. Let his advantages not be brought into play; sometimes you have to be cowardly and lure the other party into your trap."
Ye Shaoyang proudly taught his son his combat experience.
Keeping that in mind, Ye Xiaomu said sincerely, "I'm still far behind in this respect."
"So you are my son and I am my father, take your time, you have plenty of opportunities to practice." Ye Shaoyang patted him on the shoulder, "Want to see your grandparents again?"
Ye Xiaomu froze, then nodded vigorously.
So Ye Shaoyang took him through again, and came to Yejia Village almost forty years ago. Ye Shaoyang was only three years old this year, and he hadn't met the mother and child Shisha after that. The family has three generations of grandparents and grandchildren. It is an ordinary small farmyard. , life is happy.
Because the other party is an ordinary person, there is no need to be so careful when observing. Ye Shaoyang took his son straight to the house, greeted the master in his native dialect, and said that the neighbor village went to the mountain to collect medicine. He walked past here to ask for a drink of water.
A middle-aged man in his thirties who received them greeted them graciously to sit in the room. Ye Xiaomu secretly looked at this man, his eyebrows and eyes were quite similar to his father, so... this is his grandfather Ye Bing
"Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, you guys have to go to the mountains at this time, don't you stay at home?" Ye Bing handed over a big bowl of hot tea.
"My son is dying of a serious illness, so I can't go out to earn money." Ye Shaoyang made up a reason now, Ye Xiaomu almost spit out the tea in his mouth when he heard it, and looked at Ye Shaoyang helplessly, is there such a curse