Chapter 303： Descendants of the Shan family, boys practice martial arts (please subscribe)

Chapter 303 Descendants of the Shan family, boys practicing martial arts (please subscribe)

Qingfeng Mansion is the capital of Zheng Guoshan South Road. It was originally a prosperous place, but due to the Feng Dynasty's separatism more than a hundred years ago, wars continued and it gradually declined. Some places have even become barren.

However, more than thirty years ago, for some unknown reason, the Feng Dynasty, which had been at a disadvantage, suddenly rose to prominence under the governance of Emperor Xiao'an, destroyed the Shenjing court, and unified the Zheng Kingdom.

As the old capital, Qingfeng Mansion became one of the accompanying capitals of the Feng Dynasty according to dynasty practice.

With the end of the war and the title of companion capital, Qingfeng Prefecture became increasingly prosperous. The prefectural city and the counties below it actually showed a prosperous scene full of traffic and people.

However, the villages near major cities have not yet healed the population vacancies caused by years of war. Many places are still desolate, or there are more women and children than strong men.

Sanyuan Township, single house.

The main room in the third courtyard.

“His father, the official issued an order to let Cong’er enroll in the Children’s School. If the children in Qingdu do well in the Children’s School, they might have the opportunity to meet the saint.”

"Yesterday I went back to my parents' home and borrowed some money from my parents' home. You go and check with the examiners to ensure that Cong'er gets a good grade in the exam."

A beautiful young woman walked up to a middle-aged Confucian scholar, her brows showed joy and her tone was brisk.

However, the middle-aged Confucian scholar who heard this seemed to be frightened. He stood up quickly, waved his hands and said, "No! It's better to decline this matter. Cong'er is still too young."

“Cong’er is eight years old!”

The young woman raised her eyebrows and said dissatisfiedly: "Shan Changxin, even if you love Cong'er no matter how much you love him, you can't let him stay by your side for the rest of your life. Do you want Cong'er to be like you, unable to succeed in your life?" "

When she said the last sentence, the young woman suddenly felt that her words were serious.

It’s just that she didn’t want to give in on this issue, so she could only look at the middle-aged Confucian scholar in front of her with a stubborn face and pursed lips.

"My dear wife, it's not that I don't want to leave Cong'er for my husband, it's just..." Shan Changxin looked anxious as he paced back and forth in the room.

Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind. He gritted his teeth, leaned close to the young woman's ear, and whispered in a low voice.

The content of his words was very simple, just some of his experiences during his study tour in the past few years, as well as some insider information he heard from his classmates.

"What? Soul-sucking? Eat living people?" The young woman was startled by Shan Changxin's words. Her face was full of shock and confusion.

She was stunned for a long time, muttering to herself, repeatedly saying the three words "can't go".

After a cup of tea, the young woman finally calmed down. She looked uneasy, wrung her handkerchief, and said, "Dad, what should I do now? When the Yamen arrived a few days ago, I had promised to let Cong Children enter children’s school.”

Hearing this, Shan Changxin's expression suddenly changed. He was so angry that he slapped the young woman in the face, "Why didn't you tell me about this important matter in advance?"

“You didn’t tell me anything about magic cultivation. Isn’t it a good thing for me to think that a smart boy should go to a children’s school?”

The young woman's habitual retort.

The voice fell.

Shan Changxin and his wife both had regretful expressions on their faces, and they didn’t know what to do.

“I can only give birth to one more child.”

The sky was getting dark, Shan Changxin blew the fire sticks and lit the oil lamp in the house. He looked at the young woman with a tired face and sighed.

The people do not fight with the officials.

The official did not dare to fight with the immortal master.

How can they, low-level people, have the ability to fight against demonic cultivators?

If you resist, your whole family will die.

“Your dear husband, are you just going to watch your son go to Qingdu to die?” the young woman asked sternly, wiping her tears.

She knew that what she said was forcing others to do something difficult, but she really had no choice but to rely on her husband Shan Changxin to come up with a solution.

Shan Changxin remained silent. He walked outside the house and looked at the yard, where moss had grown and turned into stone locks for the footstool. He also looked at the stable that had been converted into a woodshed, and his face gradually became lonely.

If he is a warrior, when his country is at the end of his rope, he can still take his wife and children to hide in the mountains and forests, escape to the barren mountains, and live in seclusion.

But unfortunately, he was just a weak scholar who could not carry his shoulders or lift his hands, and had no confidence to resist.

“The Shan family was founded by spreading martial arts. Why did you, Gaozu, abandon martial arts?” Shan Changxin knelt in the ancestral hall of his ancestors, with tears on his face.

The genealogy clearly records the achievements of the Shan family’s ancestors over the generations.

Two hundred years ago, the Shan family was still a wealthy family in Sanyuan Township who passed down martial arts. But by the time of Emperor Gaozu's "Shan Yangong", it was changed to poetry and calligraphy.

“Brother Yan Gong was born with a weak body and it was difficult for him to practice martial arts, so he turned to literary studies.”

At this moment, this sentence suddenly rang out in the ancestral hall.

Shan Changxin was startled.

He looked up and found that there was a handful of lit incense on the altar table.

Beside the incense burner, stood a man in a green shirt, about 20 or 30 years old.

Although this man in a green shirt looks ordinary and looks like an ordinary person, his body is spotless and he exudes a unique aura that transcends the world, making him look like a fairy.

Just when Shan Changxin was surprised by the identity of the man in green shirt, he suddenly remembered what the man in green shirt had just said, "Brother Yan Gong."

One of his ancestors happens to be named "Shan Yangong", and he is also the name of the great ancestor he just cried about.

It was this great ancestor named "Shan Yangong" who prompted the Shan family to pass down poems and books from generation to generation. No one in the Shan family studied martial arts or participated in martial arts competitions.

"Senior, who are you?" Shan Changxin was surprised and happy at the same time. If the man in green shirt in front of him knew his great ancestor, then he must be a member of the legendary immortal family.

Otherwise, his lifespan would not have reached more than 200 years. And so young at the same time.

Whether the man in the green shirt is a righteous monk or a member of the devil's path, this sentence "Brother Yan Gong" is enough to prove that he misses the Shan family's old friendship, and may help him resolve the current crisis facing the Shan family. “It’s best not to know my name, otherwise it will get you into big trouble.”

Wei Tu turned around and his eyes fell on Shan Changxin. After seeing that he was somewhat similar to the former "Shan Yangong", he shook his head and said.

His words were not false.

He is in trouble now.

The Shan family knew about his origins, not only would it be difficult for him to take advantage of him, but he would also get burned.

He had offended two of the five major sects of the Demonic Sect, the Tiannv Sect and the Hehuan Sect.

The State of Zheng is also the territory of the Demonic Way.

Hearing this, Shan Changxin, who had been happy just now, suddenly felt sad.

Just now, he mistakenly thought that he had found a life-saving straw. Who would have thought that this immortal elder had no idea of ​​​​letting him get married and refused.

But thinking about his own son's life, Shan Changxin still gritted his teeth, knelt down and begged Wei Tu, "I hope the immortal can remember the old feelings of the elders and save Shan's child's life."

"Why is this?" Wei Tu was slightly surprised when he heard this. He flicked his sleeves and robe, used his magic power to lift Shan Changxin, who was kneeling, and asked.

Seeing this, Shan Changxin realized that he had misunderstood Wei Tu - if he really didn't want to deal with the Shan family, he would have refused indifferently, how could he ask in person with an easy-going look.

"Shan heard that the children's school in Qingdu recruits smart children from all over the country, not to train them, but to dedicate them to the demon cultivators behind the scenes, swallow their souls, and use them to practice demon skills..."

“Few children who go to Tongzi School survive, and most of them die young.”

Shan Changxin answered truthfully.

"Killing young children to practice martial arts?" Wei Tu frowned after hearing this. He intuitively felt that the rumor was true.

The "Mosha Sect" of the five sects of the Demonic Way has the habit of refining children's corpses into walking corpses.

In addition to the Mosha Sect, the Wanling Sect also has the practice of extracting the souls of young children, because the souls of young children are the purest, and the magic weapons refined from the souls of young children are much more powerful.

Other demonic sects, to a greater or lesser extent, have precedents of using young children to practice.

“Unlike Jingguo where immortals and mortals were mixed together, the five demonic sects seem to have learned the lessons of Jingguo, supported the secular dynasty instead, and systematically exploited the mortals of Zhengguo.” Wei Tu secretly said.

As far as he knows, after more than a hundred years of being invaded by demons, the current population of Jingguo has been reduced to less than ten.

Many people in Jingguo would rather have no children than have any descendants and be ruled by demon cultivators.

One sentence.

It’s really too bitter.

Mortal dynasties exploited the people, at most they robbed wealth and imposed corvee services. Even though the people are suffering, and even though there are many casualties, there is still a certain way to go.

However, demonic cultivation is different in that it directly uses living people as material for cultivation.

“I already know about this, you don’t have to worry too much.”

Weitu nodded slightly and gave Shan Changxin a clear answer.

Most of the demonic cultivators who feed on mortals are in the stage of Qi training.

The goal of foundation building and golden elixir demon cultivation is the broader Qi training demon cultivation.

To them, the soul, blood, and body of mortals are no different than waste.

It is not difficult for Wei Tu to deal with several Qi-training Demon Cultivators.

Of course, Wei Tu would not find the demon cultivators behind Tongzi Xue so rashly and directly shout to kill these demon cultivators.

In this way, he helped Shan Changxin solve his trouble, but bigger troubles would follow one after another.

Weitu is more inclined to "use power to overwhelm others".

With the help of the forces in the demon cultivator, let them help, put pressure on the demon cultivator after the boy learned, and then spare the life of Shan Changxin's youngest son.

This may not solve the fundamental problem, but it is enough to solve this problem.

“Thank you so much, Master Immortal.” Shan Changxin kowtowed again to express his gratitude.

This time, Wei Tu did not stop Shan Changxin.

But when Shan Changxin raised his head again, he found that the man in green shirt who had been standing just now had disappeared.

Only for the table.

But there were three more books.

They are three sets of exercises: "Tiger and Crane Double Shape Fist", "Lian Marrow Sutra", and "Five Yuan Yun Spirit Body".

"What is this?" After more than two hundred years, Shan Changxin did not know the external Kung Fu and innate Kung Fu that his ancestors had learned.

He walked to the booklet and opened the booklet "Tiger and Crane Double Shaped Fist". The more he looked through it, the more excited he became.

“External Kung Fu! This is external Kung Fu!” Shan Changxin looked excited.

He made up his mind to let his youngest son learn these three skills from now on.

Wouldn’t become a loser like him.

(End of this chapter)