"This... this matter may be difficult to handle..."
The woman looked embarrassed.
"It's not that I'm shirking my responsibilities, but my family is in turmoil right now and I can't take care of these things for the moment... Besides, it was many years ago that Xiaolang was sent away, and it's hard to say whether those things are still there for the time being, so I dare not easily agree."
As he spoke, his eyes turned red.
Use a handkerchief to hold back the tears from the corners of your eyes.
When she first received the news, she knew that the pillar of the family was imprisoned, and it was a place where people would be skinned alive if they went in. She felt like the sky was falling down on her head. If she was not the only master in the mansion, she could not lose her composure and affect people's hearts. She really wanted to faint on the spot. She also wanted to help the old man, but the reality did not allow it.
The old man was also understanding, but he couldn't go there in vain and return empty-handed. So he asked, "What difficulties have you encountered? Can you tell me? I may be able to help you with some advice..."
When the woman heard this, her eyes suddenly lit up.
The joy on his face was as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.
"Really?" After asking, he realized that something was wrong and quickly changed his words, "This, this is not to question your ability, I'm just too happy..."
The old man said calmly: "Don't panic, tell me slowly."
The woman calmed herself down and told the news she had received one by one. She didn't know the details of what happened in the court, but she knew that her brother-in-law was ambitious and took advantage of her husband's absence to win over the elders of the clan and recruit soldiers in a high-profile manner.
Now, he is even joining forces with the rebel Huang Lie to start an uprising, totally ignoring the fact that his brother and his family are still being held hostage by Zheng Qiao...
The woman looked bitter.
"My uncle is probably hoping that our family will die! I heard that back then, the elders all hoped that my uncle would be adopted by my father-in-law. After all, Langzhu is the eldest son of the second branch, and it would not sound good to adopt him out, but my father-in-law chose Langzhu. The second branch has little savings, and its food, clothing and expenses are not as good as those of the eldest branch. My uncle has been resentful for many years. As long as Langzhu dies, he can legitimately inherit the Qiu family..."
The woman gritted her teeth with despair and said, "If the master... unfortunately dies in the dungeon this time, my uncle can still use the banner of 'revenge for his brother' to gain a reputation among the nobles as a brother who is friendly and respectful to his brothers... With such a good thing, how can he not be tempted?"
The old man listened quietly throughout.
When she finished, he asked, "Is that all?"
The woman heard hope: "Do you have a solution?"
"It's not a brilliant solution, but it will be no problem to help your family escape from this dangerous place. Anyway, Zheng Qiao has been completely offended. If you stay, you will die. Maybe you can survive by escaping." The solution was simple and crude.
The woman was surprised and asked, "Prison break?"
With the old man's ability, he can really do it.
"Um."
only-
"The thing Ah Yan wore back then is very important. Madam, if it is convenient for you, please send someone to look for it..."
I made this special trip just for that thing.
The woman understood when she heard this.
If you want an old man to help you, you have to offer him a "reward".
She quickly got up and asked her servants to search the treasury.
Because he passed the blood test and looked like his parents, Ah Yan was taken back to the Qiu Mansion and taken care of as the eldest son. He was given the best food and clothing, and his belongings were well preserved. If he hadn't grown up and looked stupid, people would have noticed something. Maybe the secret would have been buried with the maid.
Afterwards, Ah Yan was sent to the countryside to fend for himself. His existence became a taboo in the Qiu Mansion, and no one dared to mention it. Naturally, his things were not deliberately disposed of. After searching all night, the servants finally found the box in a dusty corner.
The box is not big and light, and the things inside are small.
"Ayan, I finally found it!"
The old man rummaged around and pulled out something with excitement. It was a finger-long wooden pendant, gray and not worth much. The woman didn't know what was so precious about it that made the old man, who had seen so many storms, so interested in it.
The old man calmed down and waved to the boy who was eating cakes and said, "Ayan, come to the teacher."
The young man put down the delicious cake and obediently followed the instructions, letting the old man put the wooden pendant on him. He raised his hand and touched the piece of wood, and his tone of voice fluctuated slightly.
"Teacher, it's warm." It was just a piece of wood, but it felt like smooth, warm jade when he touched it, which made him feel at ease. Even the hesitation that had been bothering him disappeared. It was like an exhausted drowning person finally floating to the shore.
"Well, wear it well."
Upon hearing this, the young man put it into his lapel.
The woman was close enough to see clearly and found that the wooden pendant looked like a coffin. How unlucky would it be to carry it with you
But this was not what she should care about. What she cared about was when the old man would help her rescue her husband from prison. And the old man did not break his promise, and asked the woman to pack up her belongings and arrange for a carriage. Once the head of the Qiu family was rescued, they would leave immediately.
The woman did as she was told.
These things cannot be accomplished in a day or two.
So he let the three old men stay in his house temporarily.
The youngest of the three tidied up the guest room.
Just as he was about to call the old and the young to go to rest, he saw the young man holding his chin with one hand and playing with the lost and found wooden pendant with the other hand.
The young man had just borrowed it and looked at it over and over again, but he didn't see anything special about it. He didn't know why the old man had come all the way here. But the next moment, he was slapped in the face - the pendant emitted a bright green light.
Then it turned into a brown wooden staff in the boy's hand, with a simple and mysterious totem around it. This pattern was very similar to the round pattern on the boy's shoulder blade, the former was more complex, and the latter was more like a simplified version.
With a bang.
The old man heard the noise and came over.
His eyes were fixed on the wooden stick, his cheeks tense.
The boy didn't notice their reactions. He played with it for a few times as if he had obtained a new toy. Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a dazzling color. He pointed at the swaying little red flower on the top of the wooden stick and said, "Teacher, look, it's a flower."
A flower grew on the wood.
It stands out like the only hair on a bald man's head.
The old man's attention was not on the flowers, but on the young man's shaking old hand, reverently holding the young man's hand holding the staff, with tears rolling down his cheeks, and his lips trembling as he uttered a few unclear words. Only after listening carefully could I tell that it was - "God has not abandoned my Gongxi people..."
The boy didn't understand why the teacher was crying.
Raise your hand and wipe away his tears.
Asked: "Teacher, are you feeling unwell?"
The old man wiped away his tears and took a deep breath: "No, Ah Yan, practice the method that your teacher taught you..."
The young man naturally did as he was told. When the old man saw the young man wearing the familiar high priest's robes, he was completely relieved.
He patted the boy's head lovingly: "Very good, but you still need to practice diligently in the next few years. Listen to your teacher, there is no need to rush to open your wisdom. Keeping your innocent state will allow you to focus more on practice, which will achieve twice the result with half the effort... Ah Yan, there is nothing wrong with being a little silly and simple."
"Yes!" The boy smiled, "Listen to the teacher."
The young man had no place to complain after hearing this.
People who don't know the truth may think that the boy is innocent and harmless! In fact, he has killed many bandits and thugs along the way. The old one is crazy and the young one is stupid. Who knows what kind of trouble they will become in a few years...
For the old man, robbing a prison and saving people was just a small matter. He continued on his way after finishing the task, not wanting to listen to the meaningless words of gratitude from the Qiu family. The three of them walked further and further away, heading for a secluded mountain forest, intending to settle down.
The young man finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you think is hanging around Ah Yan's neck? If you rush into the world without any strength, you will end up being eaten by tigers, leopards, jackals and wolves. He needs the power to protect himself the most!"
"It's just a piece of wood."
The old man said something shocking: "That is a national seal."
youth:"!!!"
The old man shook his head again to correct his mistake.
"No, it's not the national seal, it's a gift from God. It's just that it has the same origin as the so-called national seal that is circulated in the outside world... Whether it's the national seal or the divine staff... they are actually gifts from the gods... Yes, that's right..."
Young man: “…”
He rolled his eyes silently.
The old guy is going crazy again.
As the only normal person among the three, he felt a lot of pressure, having to take care of the old and the young. He didn't know when this life would end.
He yawned and prepared to go get some sleep.
at the same time-
Two figures rushed into Gong Xichou's tent at night - to be more precise, one person forced the other to come. He was about to go to sleep when he was frightened and sat up straight.
Seeing the person coming, he said helplessly: "Alai, can't you talk about it tomorrow?"
"It's too late to find out tomorrow! We have to find out today!" Gong Xilai grabbed Yang Ying's hand, pushed her in front of Gong Xichou, and asked hurriedly, "Brother, have you noticed any changes in her?"
Gong Xichou was wrapped in a quilt, sitting cross-legged and pouting.
"What changes could she have made? Or is it because the conditions in the military camp are bad, she has a bad temper and has acne on her face?"
Gong Xilai stamped his feet in anxiety.
He grabbed the quilt that Gong Xichou was holding tightly and shook it.
"She's so angry! Ah Ying is angry!"
Gong Xichou was rocked back and forth like a human-shaped doll by the force of Gong Xilai. He was unable to react for a moment: "She is not pretending to be dead now, how can she be dead?"
"That's not the anger!"
Gong Xichou stopped shaking and asked: "What kind of anger is that?"
"Martial spirit!" It was Yang Ying who answered.
When Gong Xichou first heard it, he thought he had tinnitus.
"What's the anger?"
Gong Xilai exclaimed in ecstasy: "Martial spirit!"
After all, Yang Ying was born into a military family, and her father Yang Gong never restricted her from wielding swords and guns. He also felt that girls learning martial arts could strengthen their bodies, prevent them from getting sick, and be easier to support.
Now that she is alone, she needs more strength to protect herself, and she dares not stop practicing martial arts for even a day.
I don't know why -
The Qi of Heaven and Earth that had been unable to stay in the meridians could suddenly be absorbed! Yang Ying was confused at first, then ecstatic, and shared the news with Gong Xilai beside him. Then he was caught by Gong Xilai and went to find Gong Xichou.
"It wasn't working before, but today it's suddenly working... Brother, do you think today is a special day? You see Aying is fine, can I do it too?" Gong Xilai spoke a long string of words without giving anyone a chance to interrupt.
Gong Xichou looked serious and took Yang Ying's pulse.
Although it was so weak that it could be ignored, it was indeed a trace of martial energy, which meant that Yang Ying could practice it.