Becoming an Immortal from the Northern Song Dynasty

Chapter 70
Tianbomen, the north shore of West Lake.

The gate tower with the plaque of Yang's Mansion standing high stands here.

On the training ground, Yang Huaiyu knelt under the stage, biting his lower lip tightly, with a stubborn and determined expression.

Dressed in a crimson python robe, Yang Wenguang stood upright on the stage like a large white wax spear. His face in the middle of the year still had a handsome and handsome appearance, but more of it was the majestic and stern aura cultivated by the army all the year round. Just looking at it makes me shudder.

In the training ground, three hundred straight private soldiers holding plain knives and shields were seriously and nervously practicing, and none of them squinted at the distraught little Patriarch.

It wasn't until the sun was three poles that Yang Wenguang ordered the messengers to retreat, and the backyard prepared the meals for the soldiers, and that's it for today.

He glanced at his son who was still kneeling on one side, and said in a tone neither sad nor happy: "If you like to kneel, go kneeling in the Xiaoyan Temple, and let my ancestors of the Yang family see how you look now!"

Yang Huaiyu got up silently, bowed and clasped his fists and said softly: "Thank you father for making it happen, my son is gone."

After speaking, he patted the dirt under his knees and entered the middle courtyard.

The atmosphere in Yang's Mansion today was extremely heavy, and many maids and servants did not dare to breathe, for fear of touching the high-pressure atmosphere and causing a violent storm.

Yang Huaiyu was open-minded, walked along the corridor into the Xiaoyan Temple, and even made fun of the maidservants traveling in groups.

"Chunmei, have you eaten lunch yet? Is my grandma in the ancestral hall?"

The maids lowered their heads and did not dare to look at Yang Huaiyu, only the faint voices of mosquitoes answered.

Yang Huaiyu laughed out loud, strode into the Xiaoyan Temple, and a thick stick hit the door directly.

He has practiced martial arts all year round, and because he has mastered the first layer of the regimen, his reaction speed is far beyond the reach of others.

He lifted his right hand up like an afterimage and grabbed the stick, but found that even he couldn't match the force contained in it, so he had to bend down and try to avoid it.

However, as soon as he made a movement, someone lightly hooked his toes, immediately lost his balance, and fell to his knees with a plop.

"grandmother!"

Yang Huaiyu's voice was mixed with a little sorrow.

In the central hall of the ancestral hall behind the courtyard, Mu Guiying, who was quietly kneeling on the futon, picked up the faucet's crutch and tapped it on the ground, making a dull thumping sound.

"Huaiyu, is it your father who asked you to come look for me again?" Mu Guiying raised her eyes slightly, turned her head to look at her grandson who was knocked down by her own guards, and asked.

"Grandma still understands my father!" Yang Huaiyu exclaimed.

"Hey..." Mu Guiying stood up from the ground, sat on the teacher's chair, and looked angrily at her beloved grandson.

She is over sixty now, and her body is not as good as before. She often suffers from backache and leg pain, which is already past her youth.

"This time, what do you want to do to make your father angry?"

Yang Huaiyu rolled his eyes and said, "My grandson wants to become an actor, but my father insists!"

"actor……"

Mu Guiying asked suspiciously: "Is this a toy? I've never heard of it before, do you guys know about it?"

The soldiers under her are all veterans of many battles. It is commonplace to describe them as bloody hands and people slaughtered from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

However, at this moment, Monk Zhang Er was puzzled by the few people, looking at the young master without knowing why, and beckoning him to answer by himself.

"This...is a profession in a new type of drama invented by His Highness Daozi Xianjiao. The so-called actor is to perform on stage and act as a character in the play for the common people to watch."

Mu Guiying frowned slightly, and interrupted coldly: "So, you're an actor?"

"This... can also be said in the same way." Yang Huaiyu bowed and said: "Grandma, my Yang family has turned back on me, and now is a good time to mend the relationship between the two parties. As the eldest grandson of the Yang family, I voluntarily insult you. Menlin's appointment as an actor will definitely show my Yang family's determination to accept the Immortal Sect, so that Daozi can get rid of the previous suspicions and the two families can reconcile."

"You also know that this is an insult to the lintel!!!"

Mu Guiying said angrily: "You have the nerve to say such treasonous words in front of your ancestors. No wonder your father punished you to kneel. You roll over here and kowtow to ask your ancestors to forgive you as an unworthy descendant!"

Yang Huaiyu put on a bitter face, without saying a word, kowtowed firmly to the Yang Family Taizu and the ancestors, muttering: "My ancestors, it is because Huaiyu is not filial. It is really in this critical autumn of life and death, if you want to save me The blood of the Yang family is continuous, so it is necessary to come up with this dangerous move. Only in this way can we resolve the dilemma, or have a chance to bring my Yang family to a higher level."

Mu Guiying watched coldly, and waited for him to kowtow one by one before shedding his anger and said: "Go away, go be your actor! If Daozi is made happy, I will take care of my body for my old age, and I will miss you a little bit!"

Yang Huaiyu was overjoyed at first, and then said with a sad face: "Grandma, my grandson knew you would agree. You are different from my stubborn old father. You know that you have to be flexible in everything you do."

Listening to Yang Huaiyu's praise of herself, Mu Guiying instinctively felt a little defensive.

Sure enough, what the kid said next began to make her angry.

"You also know that Daozi was annoyed at the inconsistency of my family's attitude, and said that if my family has the heart to repent, an elder must come forward to resolve this difficulty.

Although grandson is a person who can put down his face and is not afraid of being laughed at by others, but he can't impress Daozi with his soft words.

Therefore, it is still necessary for the ancestors to come forward to show Daozi's side, so that I can recommend myself as an actor, so that Daozi will no longer complain about my family. "

Mu Guiying slapped his crutch angrily, gave Yang Huaiyu a hard look, shook his head and sighed, "My old face will sooner or later be thrown away by you and my son!"

"Isn't it okay for your father to lose face, let him admit his mistakes to others? Do you have to come forward and beg for forgiveness?"

Having said that, she still ordered her servants to prepare chariots and horses and go to the Xishan Palace of Longevity.

Yang Wenguang was taken aback when he heard the servant's report, and hurried out to stop him.

"Mother, why is this?"

Standing beside the yellow puma, he looked at Yang Huaiyu, who was riding a tall horse with a proud face, and turned his eyes to Mu Guiying in the carriage, with a puzzled look on his face.

"I want you to teach Huaiyu a lesson, why...how did you agree to this bastard's request?!"

Mu Guiying's face was indifferent, and she ordered her left and right: "Wang Er, pull your ears!"

"Yes! Mistress!"

A soldier took a step forward, cupped his hands to listen to the order, and upon hearing this, he grabbed Yang Wenguang's ear and refused to let him go.

This middle-aged man in his fifties blushed, but he didn't dare to resist at all. He endured the pain and listened quietly to his mother's reprimand.

"Yang Wenguang, you are still a father in vain, and you don't have a clearer perspective on things than your son! If my Yang family doesn't go to Xishan to plead guilty, I'm afraid you will be kept in the dark when the whole family is destroyed!"

"This...!" Yang Wenguang muttered to himself as if struck by lightning, "It's just a little misunderstanding, isn't it?!"

"No way? Huh!" Mu Guiying snorted coldly, her face darkened, her eyes revealed some inexplicable meaning, she looked out the window of the carriage, and looked at the huge capital of Bianliang and murmured: "Kill the chicken to scare the monkey—"

"Who made Huaiyu a blessed one, and became one of the 22 immortals who met in Xishan. As an old man, I later visited Yu and other people's homes, and found that my home is really the most suitable sacrifice to scare the monkey!"

"You don't know how many days and nights I can't sleep, I'm afraid that my family will be destroyed in my dream!"

"Even if Huaiyu doesn't come to invite me, I plan to come to Daozi to apologize to Daozi myself in a few days!"

(End of this chapter)