I am a late bloomer in the world of cultivating immortals

Chapter 21 Children of a Single Family (for collection, for further reading)

"It's the same in martial arts, and the immortal cultivation method is probably the same..."

Wei Tu thought of this.

Then, Wei Tu reminded himself that martial arts practice is far from the end, it is okay to use martial arts to gain fame and improve your status, but you must remember to avoid fighting and save your life.

He has a great future, and there is no need to fight with life and death because of a little thing.

"but……"

"Although the sword is not in its sheath, it must be available. Killing is a way to protect the way, and it must be learned."

……

time flies.

In a blink of an eye, it was the first day of Qing'an's 24th year.

Today is New Year's Day.

Early in the morning.

Wei Tu finished washing in the wing room, put on his winter clothes, and carried the newly purchased boxing gifts in the town a few days ago with both hands, and then, guided by the maid, entered the inner house.

Go around the corridor.

Came to Shan Wuju's living room.

In the courtyard, there was already a middle-aged Confucian scholar in a shirt standing at the moment, his appearance was [-]% like that of Shan Wuju.

However, although the appearance is similar, the temperament of the middle-aged Confucian scholar is quite different from that of Shan Wuju. His figure is thin and looks very elegant.

"Brother Yan Gong." Wei Tu took a step forward and bowed to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar in front of him was not someone else, but Shan Yangong, the only son of Shan Wuju who had been living in Fucheng for a long time.

Shan Yangong was congenitally weak, so he did not practice martial arts from his father's career, but took the imperial examination. More than ten years ago, he won the Guibang and became a second-class granary student (scholar) in Qingfeng Mansion.

A month ago, Shan Yangong returned to Shan Zhai with his biological mother Shan Min.

"Brother Wei."

Hearing this, Shan Yangong turned his head and saw that it was Weitu, he smiled, gathered his sleeves and robe, and bowed back to Weitu.

lean less.

The door opens.

Wei Tu followed Shan Yangong into the living room, and kowtowed to Shan Wuju and Shan Min together.

"This child, he brought up the ceremony again, and he always looks like this." Shan Min couldn't help laughing a few times and said when he saw Wei Tu greeting him with the ceremony in his hand.

"This is your lucky money."

After thinking for a while, the gray-haired Shan Min rubbed his waist and got up, walked into the inner room, took out a stack of red envelopes, and stuffed one into Weitu.

"Thank you, Mrs.

Without much hesitation, Wei Tu took the red envelope from Shan Min's hand and thanked him.

Although he has married a wife and grown up, he is not among the children receiving the New Year's money, but the elders gave it to him, and he dared not resign, and the New Year's money was not much, so he took it as soon as he got it.

This is all Shan Min's wish.

After paying greetings, Wei Tu and Shan Yangong stood beside Shan Wuju and his wife on the left and right, waiting for the family members behind to greet them.

"Why haven't you seen your daughter yet?" Shan Wuju frowned and said in dissatisfaction when he saw that the courtyard was still empty.

"Maybe it's because I was tired yesterday and got up late this morning." Shan Min's face was not happy, but she still said something to help her think.

See here.

Wei Tu also frowned secretly, and became dissatisfied with the impolite Miss Shan Fang, but because he was an outsider, he suppressed these emotions in his heart and did not show them.

It is etiquette to pay respects to the elders early in the new year and greet them.

This world is not modern, but ancient times where etiquette was extremely important.

Especially the big families, they must abide by the etiquette and law in every word and deed, and cannot exceed the rules.

Shan Fang's disrespect can be big or small, if she meets a pedantic old master, at least she will be punished for the crime of unfilial piety.

Everyone waited for a while.

Outside the door, a beautiful woman in red clothes came, and behind her, followed by a big man in brocade clothes who was half a step behind.

With his left hand, the big man in brocade clothes was holding a boy who was about seven or eight years old with a tug in the sky.

Seeing the boy, Shan Min's expression softened slightly, he touched the boy's head, and gave the boy the red envelope he took out earlier.

"Why did you get up so late today?" At this moment, Shan Wuju slapped the coffee table beside him and asked angrily.

Everyone in the living room seemed to be used to this scene, including Wei Tu, who showed no surprise.

Shan Wuju is polite to everyone, even to long-term workers, he is quite generous, careless, and never cares about the gains and losses.

But only for Shan Fang...

After Shan Fang returned to Shan Zhai, Wei Tu saw that Shan Wuju had gotten angry six or seven times in the past month.

"Yiwu was making a fuss last night, saying he wanted to ride a horse. I...coaxed him for a long time before coaxing him, saying that those horses are all your treasures, so you can't touch them..." Shan Fang said aggrievedly.

When Shan Wuju heard this, his face showed impatience. He knew the young lady well, and knew that she was plotting his own property again.

However, in this aspect, he was not good at reprimanding, which saved Shan Fang's face.

"Father, you don't often ride those horses in your stable, and you haven't been feeling well recently, why don't you give Yiwu one of them."

"Yiwu and I have been arguing for a long time."

Seeing that Shan Wuju's aura had weakened, Shan Fang took half a step forward, lowered her head, with a soft gesture on her face, and said in a quick tone.

While speaking, she saw that Shan Wuju pursed his lips tightly, his left hand was gripping the armrest of the straight-backed chair, his body was tense and stiff, and she knew it immediately, so she took another step forward, pressed against Shan Wuju's left arm, and repeated what she just said.

This time, Shan Fang's tone was a little more pleading.

"Yiwu is still too young to ride a horse...the old horse in the stable...take it with you when you leave."

Shan Wuju closed his eyes for a while, as if he was thinking, and after waiting for a few breaths, he opened his mouth intermittently.

After speaking, he let go of the armrest of the seat, and his body seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and he slumped on it like a limp.

A good horse is the second life for a warrior.

Every horse in the stable is groomed by Shan Wuju, with smooth skin and high spirits.

But facing his daughter and grandson Yiwu...

Shan Wuju still couldn't say no.

"Yiwu, did you hear that?"

"Your grandfather promised to give you a horse. When you go home, you will have a horse to ride."

Shan Fang did not thank Shan Wuju for his generosity, but walked in front of Shan Wuju with Shan Yiwu in his arms, and said this.

"Little sister, it's a little too much." Shan Yangong, who was standing behind Shan Minshi, had an ugly expression on his face, and scolded loudly.

"Brother, the family has not been separated yet, so you dislike me as a girl who asked my father for a horse. This horse is ridden by Yiwu, not me..."

Shan Fang pouted.

"Say more."

"You are a literati, and you don't use knives, guns and sticks, so you can't let your nephew do it?"

She added another sentence.

"That's right, Dad."

"Yiwu is about to reach the age of practicing Zhuanggong, I want his father to learn the boxing techniques passed down by our family..."

"His father taught by example, when Yiwu grows up, he will definitely be able to win the martial arts and gain fame."

Shan Fang glanced at Wei Tu first, then shifted her gaze to Shan Wuju, and said with a smile.

"of course."

"If Brother Wei agrees to teach Yiwu to practice martial arts in the future, it doesn't matter whether or not this family-inherited kung fu... it's all for Yiwu..."

Shan Fang smiled.

"This..." Hearing these words, Shan Wuju immediately fell silent, coughed lightly, and waited for Weitu's answer.

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