Chapter Eighteen Supporting Wu

  "I hold the meteor curved moon knife, shouting a loud slogan, who is in front of you to report your name, have the ability... hiss......puff...... don't run away......hiss......" Yun Qi's mouth was holding a cigarette, humming a popular song from his previous life, his hand grasping a hacksaw, and he was working hard with his head down. A pile of wood segments that had been sawed off were placed beside him."

  Yang Wenjing sat on one side, watching Yun Qi busily, and didn't know what he was going to do. She only knew that earlier Yun Qi had come over very mysteriously and asked her for some wood materials, saying it was a secret and that he wanted to make something good. The girl was naturally curious about mysterious things, so she unexpectedly agreed, and now this is the result.

  "Cough...cough......Can you please spit that cigarette smoke the other way? It's choking me to death..." Yang Wenjin pinched her nose: "What on earth are you doing?"

  "Heh heh, Miss wants to know?" Yun Qi paused and asked, looking up.

  "Of course, you're using the wood prepared by the government for renovating houses at the end of the year. Can't I even ask about it? Eh? You... what's your attitude?! Hey!" Looking at Yun Qi's smug smile, she didn't bother to respond and continued working with her head down, Yang Wenxin was furious.

  The two fell silent for a moment. Yang Wenjin seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his expression somewhat strange, and he asked softly: "Yun Qi! I'll ask you something!"

  Yun Qi felt a chill run down her spine and couldn't help but respond: "Uh... miss... what do you want to say?"

  "You're not teaching us gymnastics, but martial arts!" As soon as the words were spoken, clunk, the wooden stick in Yun Qi's hand fell to the ground. He stared with a pair of wide eyes and said disbelievingly: "What?"

  "I'm telling you! What you taught us is not gymnastics, but martial arts!" Yang Wenqin repeated again, with a triumphant look on her face.

  Yun Qi sneered and said with a pretentious tone, "Miss is joking, where in the world would there be martial arts that are so slow and weak? If this were considered martial arts, when facing an opponent, one would have been punched flying long ago. I wonder how Miss saw this as martial arts?"

  When Cloud Seven spoke, his eyes floated aimlessly, and Yang Wenjin became even more certain of her thoughts. She chuckled and said: "Firstly, when you initially taught us basic skills, you didn't say anything, but as we progressed to learning routines, you kept emphasizing terms like 'close-range short strikes' and 'sweeping strikes'. I felt that this was a kind of martial art, although I couldn't be certain. But the events that followed afterwards made me even more certain. Don't look at me like that, it's the second point. A few days ago, when the thief entered our mansion at night, you said all sorts of things about how unbearable and desperate the situation was, but my first instinct was that you were lying. Although you fooled my father, I still asked the servants who were present at the time what they thought afterwards. Guess what they said?"

  "What did he say?" Yun Qi put down the engraving knife in his hand, leaned on the stone table and said faintly: "Did they say that I had a big fight with that black-clothed man for 500 rounds?"

  "That's not it, they just said that when you first came in, they saw you fighting with the man in black. I asked about the specific fighting method, don't look at me like that, I just wanted to know how a book boy who doesn't know martial arts can fight with someone. They said you and the man in black were very close, then as soon as the man in black made a move, you could quickly strike his wrist and other joints, it's just like the gymnastics you taught us! Putting these two points together, I'm sure of it, confess honestly, what did you really teach us?!"

  It was at this point that Yun Qi slowly took out a cigarette, lit it and inhaled, saying calmly: "Miss, I sometimes really wonder if you're being cold to people on purpose or if you actually like getting to the bottom of things. Which one is the real you?"

  Yang Wencheng's eyes dimmed as he listened to Yun Qi's words, and he said: "Actually, I wasn't like this when I was young. When my mother was still alive, I was very happy, just like all the other children, lively and active. Don't be surprised, my mother was my father's second wife, and I and my older brother and younger brother were born of different mothers. Although everyone in the family treated me well, there is a difference between that kind of affection and the love of one's own mother. Later, my mother contracted a cold disease and soon left this world. From then on, I became somewhat distant from people." Yang Wencheng himself didn't know why he would say these things to a servant, things that he had buried deep in his heart, not even telling his father Yang Ziting, but today he said them to a humble book boy, perhaps because he had been holding it in for too long, or perhaps because...

  Looking at the faint glimmer of tears in Yang Wenjin's eyes, Yun Qi's heart ached and he said softly: "Miss, past events have already passed, let alone there are so many people in the mansion who truly care about you. Moreover, I think Miss, what kind of personality you had before, should still be now, no need to intentionally change, coldness is just your exterior, but deep down inside, it's not like that, if this goes on for long, you'll have a split personality?"

  "What is split personality?"

  "Uh...split personality is when a normal person suddenly splits into two people, one apathetic and one lively! Then they spend their days fighting for no reason."

  "How dare you! You're just a lowly servant and yet you speak to me like that. I'll go tell Father about this, and say that you've been stealing wood from the estate."

  "Oh no! Miss! I was wrong!"

  "So you tell me what you taught us is martial arts or not?"

  Yun Qi had no choice but to say: "Alright, miss, I admit that what I taught you is a martial art."

  "What kind of martial art is this? How come I've never seen anything like it before?"

  "Miss, don't be impatient, listen to me slowly. In our hometown, martial arts are divided into two types. One is external family skill, which specializes in training muscles and bones, making the physical body reach its peak state. When practiced to the extreme, it can make knives and guns ineffective!" Anyway, TV shows say so, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes. However, I have seen comrades-in-arms practicing hard qigong in the army, which can break bricks and stones with bare hands. I also know some of it. Then he continued: "There is another type called internal family skill, which specializes in internal cultivation. It relies on the heart and breath being interdependent, running smoothly, intention and energy arriving together, movement and stillness being natural, using softness to overcome stiffness, being agile and flexible, and being unpredictable. If external family boxing is strong and fierce, then internal family boxing is gentle and subtle. However, in terms of power, it is not inferior to external family boxing at all. And what I teach you is the Wing Chun boxing within the internal family boxing."

  "You know Father doesn't allow your younger brother to learn martial arts, why are you still teaching him?" Yang Wenjin's tone was somewhat displeased.

  "Miss, although I'm a servant, I don't agree with your views. Whether in martial arts or literature, what's most important is a person's character. Even if someone is a scholar, if their heart is not right, they'll be cursed as a treacherous official even if they become a high-ranking officer or prime minister. But the young master has been kind-hearted since childhood, he just doesn't like literature, that's all. His goal since childhood has been to become a general who can fight on the battlefield. A real man has things he will and won't do, I strongly support the young master because he's a man!"

  Before Yang Wenjin could respond, a loud wail like the slaughter of a pig came from the entrance of the courtyard: "Young master, I'm so moved! It's Ziyun who understands me!"

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  The first update was supposed to be uploaded last night, but it failed and the manuscript was lost! So I went to sleep and made up for it today.