What does passing the ten-year exam mean to Wen family disciples
The family members can be called upon at will, and no disciple named Wen is allowed to disobey. www,QUanbEn-xIAoShUo,CoM
You can use the family wealth at will, just give an order, and the disciple in charge of money will put the RMB in a bag and send it over.
The Wen family has been around for more than two thousand years, and there are hundreds of ordinary direct descendants. Everyone is a biochemical weapon with an ID card, and the accumulated wealth is countless. It is not an exaggeration to say that the wealth can rival the country.
Now Wen Leyang's status in the family is second only to the three heads of the family and his uncle Wen Tunhai. However, he has no chance to enjoy this for the time being. He is now in big trouble.
Early the next morning, Wen Leyang ran to his uncle's house excitedly. Wen Tunhai pointed at a large steaming vat with a look of gloating on his misfortune: "Go in! I'll make medicinal wine every morning from now on!"
"Wanna take a dip again?"
"Stop talking nonsense, there is a profound meaning to this arrangement!" Wen Tunhai's tone was majestic, but his eyes could not hide the joy of having a great revenge. Without even waiting for Wen Leyang to take off his clothes, he raised his foot and kicked the pure body, and Wen Leyang flew directly into the vat.
The medicinal wine was boiling hot and quickly enveloped the whole body. Wen Leyang's thirty-six thousand pores groaned in comfort. Following his uncle's instructions, he sat quietly in the large vat, waiting for the effect of the medicine to enter his body. According to his twelve-year-old According to previous experience, after soaking in medicinal wine for an hour, a heat will rise in the body, like a little mouse burrowing everywhere in the limbs, making people feel numb and itchy, and then the parents will remove it from the tank. Take it out and massage it along the seven odd spots on your body, and the hot little mouse will gradually dissipate. Instead, your body will be hot and full of energy. You can run up and down the mountain all day without feeling tired.
But as he soaked, Wen Leyang felt that something was wrong. The effect of the medicine slowly entered the body through the skin all over his body, but this time it was not a small mouse, but a small knife, not one, but thousands of them.
Wen Leyang felt as if there were countless small knives in his body that were poking and cutting randomly. They were still the kind of knives that were dull, incomplete, and covered with rust. The comfort at the beginning was gone. Every second in the tank became as long as an hour. He gritted his teeth and endured it for a long time. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer. He trembled and groaned in pain. He opened his eyes and looked. He said to the uncle who was standing in the yard: "Uncle, that Yang Yang Pill can be broken by just holding your urine for a day. I didn't lie to you..."
Wen Tunhai was stunned for a moment, then cursed and laughed: "Stop talking nonsense, I don't have time to amuse you. If you can't hold on any longer, get out. Only the disciples of the Tuoxie Sect can brew this medicine and wine. Even if others want to touch a drop of it, No chance!"
Wen Leyang nodded heavily, bit his lip and stopped talking. Judging from his expression, he was ready to fight for the potion. He was usually a good guy among his brothers and sisters, but when he got angry and became stubborn, even eight cows couldn't stop him.
Wen Tunhai smiled and didn't care. At this time, his mother-in-law called from the house: "Master, it's time for breakfast."
Wen Tunhai agreed, and then told Wen Leyang: "Boy, come out when you can't hold it anymore!" After saying that, he stepped into the room. Soon after, an angry shout came from the room: "Why, it's all porridge, I'm today No water, no porridge, nothing at all..."
After a while, Wen Tunhai called to Wen Leyang in the room again: "Boy, it's been long enough, come out."
The courtyard was silent.
Wen Tunhai walked back to the yard holding a bowl with a puzzled look on his face, and suddenly exclaimed, a rice bowl made a shrill sound of breaking through the air, flew out of Wen Tunhai's hand and smashed into the big vat with a loud bang. In the sound, the huge jar was smashed into pieces by an ordinary rice bowl. The jar full of medicinal wine shot up into the sky like an explosion, splashing in all directions. After it landed on the ground, it immediately rose up and was covered with burnt wine. Even a fool can tell from the foul-smelling gray smoke that this vat of medicinal wine is extremely toxic.
Wen Leyang's body went limp and he fainted at some point. He bit his lips tightly.
He stomped his feet warmly, stretched out his hand, opened his mouth and stuffed a pill into his mouth, then turned back and yelled at his mother-in-law: "Get the bamboo needle quickly!"
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The Wen family's detoxifying bamboo needles are half a minute thicker than embroidery needles. The needle body is hollow. Wen Tunhai's fingers are like the wind. He moves so fast that he can't see clearly. After a while, thirty-six clear and green bamboo needles are inserted all over Wen Leyang's body. , and then injected various medicinal powders from the hollow syringe, Wen Leyang finally groaned, his eyelids tremblingly raised, but there was a trace of pride in his eyes: "Uncle, you have soaked it for long enough..." He didn't know yet. , I have already been on the verge of death. If Wen Tunhai hadn't been carrying the true legacy of the Wen family, his life would have been completely sealed.
Wen Tunhai wiped the sweat from his forehead and cursed angrily: "It's taking too long! The longer you soak this medicinal wine, the better. You must practice martial arts immediately after soaking in the medicinal wine, otherwise the poison will burn the meridians, and even if you save it, you will be useless! Chu! When a scholar can't bear the pain, he has to crawl out quickly!"
"Ah?" Wen Leyang exclaimed emotionally: "Then didn't you tell me earlier?"
While Wen Tunhai was busy pulling out bamboo needles, he spat: "I keep asking you to crawl out just because you can't help it. You fucking think what I say is just farts!"
"Then now..."
"If you don't practice kung fu, you will be a useless person soon, unable to do anything except fart!"
Only then did Wen Leyang scream and jump up from the ground as if he was electrocuted: "Then practice your martial arts quickly! Practice... what kind of martial arts?" After listening to his uncle's words, he now felt that his skin, muscles and blood vessels were all tight, as if they would burst in a short time. Same.
Wen Tunhai stopped talking nonsense and took out a thin booklet and threw it to him: "Follow this boxing scripture and practice!"
After soaking for too long, the poison was added to it. Wen Leyang also knew the terrible consequences of the matter this time. He took the pamphlet, which was only a dozen pages long, and without saying a word, he took a stance and started fighting. The first move was He smashed his face to the ground.
In the second move, his back hit the ground heavily. There happened to be a stone on the ground right on his tailbone. Wen Leyang screamed, struggled to get up and read the third move in the boxing scripture. He looked at his uncle with a wry smile: "Uncle, Is this book... printed wrong?"
Wen Leyang's qualifications are not the best among the children of the Wen family, but he has been tempered by medicinal wine since he was a child. He also works extra hard when practicing. The foundation he has laid is quite solid. He has already achieved some accomplishments in both flexibility and strength in his fists and feet. But according to this boxing manual, it is impossible to practice even one move.
To put it simply, every move in this boxing book teaches people how to throw to the ground and how to throw hard.
For example, the first move requires the body to lean forward, and at the same time step on the Jiugong and throw it back; the second move requires the whole body to use the right fist to hammer the ground hard, but the feet must jump up hard.
The later movements were even more unbelievable. Wen Leyang took a look at it and felt that it would be difficult for him to complete such complicated movements without using the horns. Especially the moves recorded on the last few pages, you don’t need to practice them at all. You will know something is wrong just by looking at them. The art of martial arts emphasizes the coordination of the whole body, but those moves require the hands, feet, and even the joints of the shoulders and knees to work independently. , everyone is busy, their left shoulder is drawn in a circle, the right shoulder is raised up and down, the left palm is like a black tiger in Tai Chi, the right fist is digging out the heart, the left leg is in the shape of a horse, and the right knee is encircling the roots of an old tree...
Wen Tunhai saw that he was talking so much nonsense even though he was 'on the verge of death'. He also looked anxious and cursed: "Open your dog eyes and see if the book is printed. It is handwritten by someone before!"
At the critical moment, Uncle Wen told a cold joke.
Wen Leyang said oh, knowing that the boxing method was correct. Of course, this was correct because his uncle had not made a mistake. He had cautious reservations about whether the content of the boxing sutra was wrong. (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)