Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 5
  Jia Cong had a good meal, and as his strength gradually grew, he untied his ermine-skin coat and took off the begonia red floral brocade jacket underneath, leaving only his white silk middle coat on. Everyone let out a soft cry again.

It turned out that the middle coat was covered with whip marks and bloodstains. It was obvious that he had received a good beating not long ago. Aunt Xue, Youshi, Li Wan, Baochai, Daiyu, Tanchun and many other female family members all showed pity and affection in their eyes.

Jia She snorted, the look of hatred in his eyes getting thicker.

The Lei Heng family members were also surprised. They didn't expect the young master to have a hard time, so he made up his mind that no matter how well he practiced later, he would just look for the good.

Jia Cong tightened the sweat towel around his waist, walked slowly onto the stage, and did a few yoga stretching movements first. He only heard the crackling between the joints, and a familiar feeling emerged spontaneously, and he was determined to shock everyone. , none of the sharp boxing techniques in Chinese martial arts were used, and only a set of gorgeous, fast, and changeable Fanziquan exercises were selected. Not for practicality, but for good looks. Anyway, these laymen are just watching the fun.

The moment the shelves were opened, a set of fists began. Jia Cong's body shape was changing, his fists were flying up and down, and his waist force penetrated his body, making his fists as fast as lightning and as dense as rapid rain, making people overwhelmed and dazzled.

In just a dozen breaths, Jia Cong finished all the punches, stopped and stood still, and there was silence in the hall.

Wang Xifeng came back to her senses and laughed loudly: "Brother Cong, when did you secretly learn this technique? Now you are speculating on it and selling it now, you are fooling people."

Mrs. Xing also nodded and said: "Brother Cong, this cunning boy, has secretly practiced his skills. Now he shows off his skills, but he lies that he was taught by the Duke Xianrong. He really deserves to be beaten."

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law had a rare moment of sharing the same hatred, and instinctively wanted to suppress Jia Cong. First, they couldn't swallow their anger because they had been contradicted by Jia Cong before. Second, I intuitively felt that Jia Cong's performance today was definitely not as simple as a dream, and must have other motives.

Jia Cong ignored the two of them, cupped his fists at Lei Heng's family and said, "What do you think, sister-in-law of Lei's family, of this set of fists?"

Lei Hengjia returned the salute by cupping his fists, and said to the old lady: "In front of the old lady, a foolish woman dare not lie. Just now, Mr. Cong's boxing skills are well-organized, combining hardness and softness. He has mastered the essence of boxing, and I thought it would take ten or twenty years of hard work to master it." That’s it.”

Jia Mu laughed, felt relieved and said, "You are so flattering to him, how old is he?"

"Yes, how old Brother Cong is. Don't compliment him too much from the Lei Heng family. Maybe Brother Cong is smart and smart. It takes others ten or twenty years to practice it. He can practice it in one or two years, and he can't do it." You know." Sister Feng took over the conversation, always insisting that Jia Cong's kung fu was acquired through secret practice, not divine teaching.

"That makes sense." Mrs. Xing also hurriedly agreed.

It was hard for the Lei Heng family to speak a fair word, so they did not dare to argue with the two of them and stood aside.

Mother Jia glared at the two of them angrily. It was a good story, but she had to add another detail. However, she also had doubts in her heart. If she said that she could become martial arts after sleeping, how could anyone go to practice martial arts hard that day? This was too absurd, so he turned to Jia Cong and said, "Brother Cong, what do you say?"

Jia Cong smiled and said: "Fake things can't be true, and real things can't be faked. Sister-in-law of the Lei family, please lend me a knife."

Lei Heng's family looked at Jia Mu, and when he saw her nodding, he took out a lancet from his back, held it in both hands, and handed it to Jia Cong.

Jia Cong was very happy when he saw that this knife was short, thin, and very light, so it was suitable for women to use. He was now small and weak, so he could use this knife.

At that moment, he endured his fatigue, walked up to the stage, and practiced the Kuangsha sword technique passed down from his family again. In an instant, he saw the light of the sword on the stage, radiating with brilliant light. Following Jia Cong's movement, the light of the sword moved It gradually turned into a ball of light, wrapping him in it. Only the sword was visible, but not the person. Occasionally, a shout was heard from the shadow of the sword, which made people's spirits snatched away by it, and their souls disappeared. Even Jia Baoyu, who had always looked down on Wu Fu's temperament, couldn't help but be dazzled by it.

Although they were all laymen, they were amazed by such sword skills and burst into cheers. Now even girls like Yuanyang believe that Jia Cong's martial arts are actually taught by gods and cannot be achieved by human beings.

Suddenly, Jia Cong's figure froze, and the sword light dissipated in the sky. He looked up and saw that everyone below was looking at him like a monster. He smiled slightly, and unconsciously looked at Xue Baochai, just in time to meet her eyes.

Baochai hurriedly looked away, but somehow two old poems came to mind. They came like thunder to calm down the anger, and ended up like the clear light of the river and sea. Brother Cong has been completely transformed.

Jia Cong came down from the stage and returned the knife to the Lei Heng family. He looked at Wang Xifeng and said with a smile: "I know Sister-in-law Feng will say that I practiced secretly again. Sister-in-law from the Lei family, please give your palm to the old lady and everyone." Master, madam, take a clear look."

Lei Heng's family understood what he meant, and hurriedly stepped forward, spread out his palms, and handed them to everyone.

Jia Cong pointed to her hand and said: "Anyone who is accustomed to using weapons will have calluses on his palms and tiger's mouth. This is a natural principle." He then stretched out his hand and put it together with the Lei Heng family's.

When everyone took a look, they found that Lei Heng's palms were indeed covered with calluses and were rough and thick, while Jia Cong's hands were delicate, white and tender, with no trace of calluses at all. They were clearly the hands of a young master who never touched his fingers. Although Mrs. Xing and Sister Feng were annoyed, they could not refute.

Mother Jia waved the Lei Heng family to leave. Wearing glasses, she took Jia Cong's hand and looked at it again and again. She sighed, "I didn't expect such strange things to happen in the world."

"Old lady, although this is strange, it is not unique. There are records in the history of the previous government and the public. Didn't fierce generals like Cheng Yaojin and Liu Xun acquire martial arts in their dreams?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

"Everyone knows about Cheng Yaojin's three-axe, but who is Liu Xun?" Mrs. Wang asked in a rare moment.

"I only know about this person Cong, but Sister Bao must know it clearly." Jia Cong took the opportunity to look at Baochai openly.

When Baochai saw that the topic was directed towards her, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at Jia Cong, her girlish charm almost made him fall over. He slowly said: "To tell you what my aunt is saying, Liu Xun was a fierce general in the late Jin Dynasty. He was thin and weak since he was a child, and he never left his mouth. His father took him to play in the camp one day, and by chance, he dug out a broken piece in the open space. The blade, although it was a fragment, still shone with cold light and was extremely sharp.

Liu Xun found a treasure and took it home to collect it. At night, a man holding two swords appeared in his dream, shouting, "Zhao Guang is here, who dares to fight me!" ’ Seeing that Liu Xun was weak, he gave him martial arts skills. Liu Xun was also like Brother Cong. He became proficient in all kinds of martial arts overnight. Later he joined the army and was brave and good at fighting. He became a general soldier before he was thirty years old. "

Xue Baochai spoke in a gentle and elegant voice, which made the story more convincing. Everyone nodded secretly. It turned out that there was a precedent in the previous dynasty, so it can be seen that the martial arts practice in the dream was true.

"Sister Bao, who is this Zhao Guang?" Jia Baoyu asked curiously.

"What a sinner. You don't study on weekdays, but today you show off your shame. Zhao Guang is a famous general in the former dynasty, and he and Liu Xun are separated by more than two hundred years." Jia Zheng scolded him with his head covered.

Like a quail, Jia Baoyu quickly shrank her body and hid in Jia Mu's arms, not daring to raise her head.

"Okay, you're bluffing him again. It's not like you don't know that he's weak, so if he gets scared, I won't listen to you." Mother Jia hurriedly hugged Baoyu and shouted away Jia Zheng while coaxing him heartily.

Jia Cong said: "Old lady, I was interrupted by Sister-in-law Feng to practice martial arts, but the Master has not finished what he said."

Jia Mu became energetic again and said, "What else does your master have to say?"

"The Grand Master has given two orders (everyone stood up quickly and stood with their hands down)," Jia Cong secretly smiled in his heart and said, "The first is to order Cong to move here immediately and serve and take care of the old lady for the Grand Master and his old man..."

"Daishan..." When Jia Mu heard that the late Duke was still thinking of her, she couldn't help crying again. Mrs. Wang, Sister Feng and others hurriedly comforted her.

"Second, I ordered Cong not to go to school, but to respect the old lady at home and practice martial arts diligently. If there is anything unclear in the book, please ask the master for advice." Jia Cong said.

Jia Zheng frowned and said: "Brother Cong, it is good for you to learn the martial arts from your ancestors, but you are still young now. How can you stand up and be sensible if you don't study? You still have to learn." Jia Zheng is pedantic and naive, how do you know that now The Jia Family School has become a place of abuse.

Jia Cong bowed and said: "What I said is true, but the journey of martial arts is difficult and difficult, and you may not be able to succeed if you concentrate on it. How can Cong dare to be distracted and do two things? Please allow Cong to devote his pen to the army and continue his ancestors' aspirations. After returning from hundreds of battles, he can study again!" After saying these words, the hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone felt that Jia Cong's will to abandon literature and embrace martial arts was as solid as a rock and could not be reversed.

Jia Zheng sighed and said, "It's rare for you to have such a spirit. I'll leave it to you. If you have any questions when you have free time to study in the future, feel free to ask me."

"Cong thanks you for your love."

"You just want to practice martial arts, but why do you want to move here again? Can't the East Road Courtyard accommodate you? Can't you fulfill your filial piety to the old lady over there?" Jia She said sadly.

He deeply hated Jia Cong for taking matters into his own hands and going to the old lady to talk nonsense without reporting him first. If he had informed him first, he could seize the opportunity to pull down the second wife, and he could confidently dominate the Rong Mansion. Now he actually wants to fly with his wings stiffened, this damn beast!
  Jia Cong was not so polite to him. He just said calmly: "The eldest master is aware that it is not Cong who wants to move here, but it is just the master's order that Cong dare not disobey." This was the strategy Jia Cong thought of to break the situation. Filial piety system filial piety.

The country ruled the world with filial piety, and I almost had the power of life and death over his sons. To resist Jia She's paternal power, he had to use a higher level of paternal power, so he used the tiger skin of Duke Xianrong as a banner, and he was naturally successful.

Jia She was speechless and could only look at Jia Cong bitterly.

(End of this chapter)