Chapter 35: Modern Power Techniques

  "Master, did you see that sedan chair? It was still assigned to him by the Ministry of Rites. A Hanlin scholar going out would have a large green sedan or a high horse carriage, how could it be so shabby?"

  Mò míng de jiāng fēng yǒu xiē huǒ qì shàng lái, yě bù chū shēng, gēn zhe biān shàng de zhāng liàng shuō:

  "Go back in a while, find Zhao Xiuzai and bring him over. By the way, do you have any familiar painters there? Call one over and let him bring his tools."

  Zhang Liang looked at Jiang Feng's unpleasant face and didn't dare say more, nodding in response.

  The crescent moon has appeared on the horizon, and the outside weather is quite chilly. Although Su Guanxue's name contains the word "snow", it doesn't mean that this delicate little girl isn't afraid of the cold. Before nightfall, she had already hidden inside the house. Today, Su Guanxue thought her sister was very strange, getting up in the morning and sweeping the already tidy room again.

  The little girl originally liked to snuggle with her sister at night, but tonight her sister, who usually doted on her, tidied up the kang in the small room, lit a fire and told her to go sleep there.

  Su Guan Yue's actions made the little girl who had been happy for over a decade cry, wailing and saying "Sister doesn't want me, sister doesn't want me anymore." Su Guan Yue was helpless against her sister's entreaties and could only coax her by saying she wouldn't let her move away, which finally made her smile through tears.

  Looking at her sister who was already fast asleep on the kang, Su Guan Yue let out a soft sigh under the lamp. Jiang Feng had come home just as night was falling, and Su Guan Yue, who had already prepared dinner, hesitantly invited him to join her for a late meal. Unexpectedly, this usually overbearing man simply waved his hand and said he was waiting for someone.

  There was a meeting, and a young but robust Jin Yiwei guard brought along a scholar, a shopkeeper, and someone who looked like an artist to this courtyard.

  After mixing in the city for more than half a year, Su Guan Yue had become quick-witted and sharp-eyed, so she naturally saw through the rough identities of these people. However, she also found it strange that these unrelated people were gathering together to do something.

  That middle-aged man with a scholarly appearance saw that he had come over to pour tea and water, and actually stood up respectfully and called out "Master's wife". The young man in the brocade uniform also loudly shouted "Teacher's wife", while the remaining two people lowered their heads, not even daring to look at him, showing extreme reverence.

  Next, Su Guan Yue, who was greatly embarrassed by the mistress's words, ran back to her room and tightly closed the door. She heard Jiang Feng outside saying something loudly, but although she could understand each word individually, when they were strung together, it sounded like heavenly script.

  Su Guan Yue's face still had a lingering flush of shyness, her mind was not on the outside commotion, the dishes on the table had just been heated up, occasionally a wisp of steam would seep through the gap in the cotton cover, Su Guan Yue stood up and walked to the edge of the kang, wrapping the quilt around her younger sister.

  Then she carefully carried her to the small kang in the inner room, without waking up her sleeping sister Guanxue. After putting her down, Su Guanyue lovingly brushed away the hair from her sister's face. The little girl, who was fast asleep, didn't know what she was dreaming of, but a smile spread across her face, with the corners of her mouth curled up.

  Su Guan Yue looked at her sister's expression, and couldn't help but pause for a moment. In the more than half a year since they had been drifting from place to place, it was still the first time she saw her sister sleeping with such a happy and peaceful expression. The girl secretly steeled herself in determination.

  Jiang Feng followed Zhao Xiūcái and Wang Zhǎngguì, gesticulating wildly as he spoke for a whole hour. At first, it was all right, but later on, the things he said made Zhao Xiūcái and Wang Zhǎngguì look at him with eyes that seemed to have seen a ghost or god, both deeply convinced and terrified.

  Although Zhang Liang on the side seemed to be listening to heavenly books, he was yawning straight, but Jiang Feng was getting more and more spirited, until the girl in the inner room with tightly closed doors accidentally knocked over something, hearing this noise, Zhao Xiucan and Wang Zhanggui, who were both well-versed in human affairs, exchanged a knowing glance.

  He immediately bid farewell to Jiang Feng and left. Jiang Feng knew that what he had said tonight was almost all the plans for a period of time.

  Under his charcoal and the painter's brush, some things were fully expressed. The following things were done according to this. When sending it out, Jiang Feng gave the painter two silver coins with a full face of joy, and then completely ignored the painter who was thanking him thousands of times, coldly saying to Zhao Xiucan and Wang Zhanggui:

  "What we're discussing tonight, you must keep it confidential. If it leaks out, I'll have that person's head!"

  The tone suddenly changed to a cold and murderous one, with a hint of killing intent. Wang Zhuang was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, and hastily made a bow, guaranteeing everything with his mouth. Zhao Xiuzai, however, looked at the painter beside him with a profound meaning in her eyes. The painter had already been scared stiff by Jiang Feng's sudden change and the threat hidden in his tone.

  Everyone had gone out, but Zhang Liang was still lingering behind, not moving. Just as Jiang Feng was about to turn around and go back inside, Zhang Liang suddenly came over, hehe laughing and saying:

  "Master, although it's getting late, why don't you teach me a few moves first?"

  Jiang Feng's eyes widened, thinking he was too tired to teach Zhang Liang a move after half a day of work. Seeing Zhang Liang's silly grin, his heart softened, and he thought, "He's just a young boy who loves martial arts." Jiang Feng didn't get angry, instead grabbing Zhang Liang's arm and leading him to the front of a jujube tree in the courtyard, standing at a distance of one step.

  Tell him:

  "Go punch this tree."

  Zhang Liang thought his master was going to test his skills, so he immediately took a horse stance, exhaled and shouted, and heavily punched the tree trunk. The sturdy jujube tree shook violently, and several dry leaves fell off. Jiang Feng nodded in approval, thinking that this apprentice he had taken in today still had decent basic skills.

  However, the starting posture of this martial art seems to have remained unchanged for hundreds of years. Jiang Feng thought to himself as he pulled Zhang Liang in front of a jujube tree, his face almost touching the trunk. Jiang Feng smiled and said:

  "Disciple, your strength is considerable. Now that you're close to the jujube tree, try to knock it down into its original shape again."

  Zhang Liang heard this and was about to make a move with his horse whip when Jiang Feng grabbed him and said:

  "If you're going to lean on me, don't move at all; otherwise, just throw the second punch directly, why bother with this trouble."

  His nose was rubbed against the tree, and he still waved his fist to hit the tree, his face turned red as he made a few poses, but couldn't muster up the strength, and said with a hint of grievance:

  "Master, how can I exert force with this? This is too difficult."

  Jiang Feng burst out laughing, his smile full of sly expressions. He dragged Zhang Liang and pushed him out the door. Zhang Liang was still confused, while Jiang Feng said:

  "Think about it tonight, what's the connection between fighting and hitting a tree tonight, once you figure it out, I'll teach you the next part."

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