Chapter 2: Where Did So Many Whys Come From?

  "If I go out and die, what will happen? Then you won't have any descendants to hold a funeral for you." Xiao Yang continued.

  "The skills I've taught you, you've almost mastered. While it's not like you're invincible, self-defense should be enough. Besides, I told you to go out and make a name for yourself, not to go out and fight with others. If you really die outside, then that's just your own fault!"

  The old man tapped his cigarette ash and said with a smile: "As for my funeral, don't worry about it, kid. Without you, I still have Xiaoxiao that little girl, she's more filial than you are. Ah, no, wait, what you're saying is that you're cursing me to die early, aren't you? You heartless guy... Cough cough!"

  Because he spoke too quickly and his breath was uneven, Old Man Zhao choked on the smoke several times, coughing violently.

  "How dare I? Even if you gave me a hundred guts..." Xiao Yang hastily explained, but before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Old Man Zhao.

  "Hmph, I reckon you're not daring enough! You're still a person with a conscience."

  The old man said, but suddenly remembered that Xiao Yang hadn't finished speaking, and asked: "Oh, right, what did you say about giving you a hundred guts to do?"

  "I don't dare say," Xiao Yang said hesitantly.

  "What are you afraid of? Speak up, I promise I won't hit you!" The old man said in a stern tone.

  "Do I really have to say it?"

  "Speak!"

  "You're not allowed to go back on your word, you...you promised not to hit me." Xiao Yang confirmed once again, after all, he couldn't beat the old man.

  The old man nodded.

  "I, I... forget it, I still don't dare say!" But Xiao Yang saw the old man's attitude and quickly said, "I was just thinking that if I had a hundred guts, I... I would really dare to curse you!"

  After finishing speaking, Xiao Yang had already taken the posture of escaping. As long as he saw a slight abnormality in Lao Tzu's facial expression, Xiao Yang would immediately pull his legs and run away. Being beaten by Lao Tzu was no joke.

  "Hahaha, you really don't dare to do anything! " The old man burst out laughing, without any of the fiery anger Xiao Yang had imagined.

  "Heh heh!" Xiao Yang could only respond with a dry laugh.

  Holding a cigarette, the old man took a few heavy puffs on the butt, spat out a smoke ring, and then threw away the cigarette head, continuing to weave bamboo baskets.

  Looking up at the sky, Xiao Yang suddenly had an idea, which was to play a trick on Old Man Liu.

  After all, I'm leaving the old man tomorrow and going out to make a name for myself. Who knows when I'll be able to talk to him again? Maybe it'll take until the year of the monkey. Let's just consider this a beautiful memory before we part ways.

  "Old fellow, why isn't there a single cloud in the sky?" Xiao Yang asked with a hint of mockery, gazing up at the vast, cloudless expanse.

  "I don't know."

  "Why was it blue that day and why didn't it turn green?"

  "I don't know."

  "This sun is also like that, you say it's fine, why does it have to set?"

  "I don't know."

  "Why..."

  "You little brat, are you asking for a beating? Why so much nonsense? Can't you see I'm busy? I don't have time to bother with you! If you keep talking nonsense, don't call me Master again." The old man was annoyed by Xiao Yang's nonsense and his anger couldn't be contained.

  However, the old man was indeed so angry that he forgot Xiao Yang hadn't called him "Master" for a very long time.

  The two words "master" in Xiao Yang's mouth had already become a thing of the past for Lao Tou...

  "Alright, big brother!" Xiao Yang said.

  "Oh no, my heart! You little scoundrel, you won't stop until I'm dead from anger, will you?" The old man who was weaving a bamboo basket was so enraged by Xiao Yang's single word 'brother' that he almost spat out blood, his heart racing wildly as he rubbed his hands nonstop.

  Looking at the awkward movements of Lao Gou, Xiao Yang poured cold water again and said: "Lao Gou, you'd better give up. What you're rubbing is your stomach, not your heart. It's still a bit higher. Alas, this person is really getting more and more confused with age. If he doesn't listen, it won't work!"

  This old fellow can take his stomach for his heart, isn't it easy!

  "Am I still teaching you, or can't you tell the difference between your stomach and heart? Am I your master or are you my master?" Looking at Xiao Yang speaking with a serious expression, Lao Tou's face twisted extremely.

  "Can you still get it right after that mistake? Alright then, from now on, I'll be your master..."

  Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Yang saw a sharp axe flying towards him.

  It's a bamboo cutter!

  So, without a doubt, this axe was swung by Old Man Chai, and it's going to chop off Xiao Yang's rhythm!

  The old man's anger erupted!

  All he saw was the shape of the hatchet growing larger and clearer in Xiao Yang's pupils.

  Fortunately, Xiao Yang and Jiu Lao Tou were still some distance apart. If Xiao Yang reacted a bit quicker, he could have avoided it.

  However, Xiao Yang let the cleaver fly towards himself, standing there stupidly, motionless, without any reaction.

  The flying hatchet in the air is getting closer and closer!

  Bang!

  Just as the axe was less than ten centimeters away from Xiao Yang's eyes, a slender small hand grasped the axe flying towards Xiao Yang in mid-air.

  The owner of this small hand is a beautiful little girl, with a white face, tender and smooth skin, a pair of big eyes shining brightly, and a pair of pigtails on her head, very lively and lovely. If she jumps up, even the fully developed area in front of her chest will also bounce along.

  All this happened in the blink of an eye!

  It's hard to imagine that the flying sickle in the air was grasped by this little girl with one hand, and judging from the little girl's appearance, she is calm and composed, without a hint of fear on her face, and not even a scratch on her hands.

  "Shiqi, what are you doing? I finally got a chance to test my agility and skills, but you interfered and messed everything up!" Xiao Yang said with some blame, looking at Zhong Shiqi in front of him.

  A martial artist can only fully exert their potential when they are caught off guard, and this is also the best time to test a person's ability.

  But such a good opportunity was missed, and it's no wonder Xiao Yang would be unhappy.

  The little girl's name is Zhong Shiqi, the little girl that Old Man Ji was talking about. She is two years older than Xiao Yang and was also picked up by Old Man Ji to be trained together with Xiao Yang, so she has some skills.

  To be exact, Xiao Yang is Zhong Shiqi's senior fellow apprentice, but she only calls him "older brother".

  "Xiao Yang, if I hadn't stepped in just now, your head would have rolled on the ground long ago. How could you still be talking to me, who is so beautiful and elegant, gentle and refined?" Zhong Shiqi said with a smile, seeing Xiao Yang blaming himself without getting angry.

  "You think I'm that easy to behead? A small hatchet like this, I don't even put it in my heart." Xiao Yang said seriously.

  It's just a small hatchet, and it doesn't pose any threat to Xiao Yang at all.