Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

Chapter 26 Qingwen’s Heart
  The next day, Jia Cong got up early as usual, finished his morning exercises and went to Wang Jin's house to learn skills.

Pushing open the door of Wang Jin's house, he saw four big men in military uniforms standing there, each holding a wooden mallet. The hammer head was wrapped with white cloth. I don't know how many layers were wrapped around it. Anyway, the hammer looked bigger. Several times.

"Brother Cong, from now on, you're going to have to do some tricks with this iron spear." Wang Jin said.

Jia Cong took the fine iron spear weighing more than 40 kilograms and started dancing in the courtyard. Within a moment, his whole body was steaming with heat, he was panting, and his hands and feet were weak.

The spear didn't feel very heavy in his hand. Once it danced, its inertial kinetic energy made it impossible to control it even with all his strength. Jia Cong felt a little exhausted before he finished a set of marksmanship. His current strength was at least equivalent to that of ordinary people. It is far from enough for a strong adult man.

Jia Cong estimated that his arms must be at least a thousand pounds strong, plus extremely strong waist and leg strength, and his whole body's strength has been condensed to the point of being twisted into a rope, in order to be able to use this weapon freely.

"Stop. Now step down, hold your breath, and listen to my command. Fight!"

Four sergeants came up with mallets and struck Jia Cong on the chest, back, stomach, thighs, and arms.

Jia Cong already understood what he meant. This is the traditional Chinese martial arts practice of horizontal kung fu. He repeatedly hits the body with a mallet, slowly reducing the thickness of the white cloth wrapped in it. Finally, the mallet hits directly without any damage to the body. Even if it is Small success.

When he reached the level of "Iron Clothes Covering the Body" in his previous life, hitting with an iron hammer, let alone a mallet, was just a no-brainer.

Wang Jin controlled the rhythm and intensity of the blows on the side, and from time to time guided Jia Cong to breathe and inhale and coordinate. Seeing that Jia Cong understood it immediately and got started very quickly, he nodded secretly. According to this progress, he should be able to achieve success in three months.

Stopping and stopping, the whole morning passed quickly. After lunch, Wang Jin ignored Jia Cong's bruises and pain, took a bow and handed it to him.

"Give me a full 300 poops, and you won't be allowed to eat until you poop fully."

Jia Cong took a deep breath, held the bow in his left hand, and pulled it hard with his right hand. The bow string made a soft sound, and it was 80% full. His arm went soft, and there was a buzzing sound, and the bow string bounced back.

Jia Cong looked back at Wang Jin with some guilt.

Wang Jin frowned and said in a deep voice: "This is just a bow of one stone. One of the examination standards for soldiers in the capital is to fully draw this bow. The Imperial City Forbidden Army is to fully draw the bow of two stones. And what I mean to you is The requirement is to draw a bow of at least three stones. Do you hear me clearly?"

Jia Cong said loudly: "Listen clearly."

"Practice again!"

Jia Cong spent the entire afternoon working on this bow, with Wang Jin standing by to give pointers from time to time.

"Stretching the bow does not rely solely on the strength of the arms. The feet must be steady, the head must be upright, the eyes must be straight, and the back must be straight. Qi sinks into the Dantian. Carrying it with a belt and strapping the arms will ensure that the Qi is penetrated and integrated into one. "

"Open!" Jia Cong shouted fiercely, and quickly found a way to exert his strength. With a slight pull of his right arm, the bow became a full moon.

"Okay. Practice again." Wang Jin nodded and sat under the tree to drink tea. Teaching an enlightened disciple is the happiest thing for a teacher.

In one afternoon, I finally finished 300 times, and it was already dark. Jia Cong's arms were almost unconscious and could not be lifted up. His palms had been cut by the bow string and were dripping with blood. Wang Jin ignored him and just wrapped him in a piece of white cloth and continued to practice.

Wangcai tried to stop him several times, but Jia Cong shouted him down. He could only watch from the side with fear, fearing that something might happen to Jia Cong and he would be unlucky.

Slowly returning home, Qingwen was still waiting for Jia Cong to eat. When she saw Jia Cong coming back covered in blood and sweat, with neither human beings nor ghosts, Qingwen was startled and quickly followed him: "Oh, you are just sending out troops and letting horses go." Yes? How did it happen like this? Does it matter? "

Seeing Qingwen's worried and distressed look, Jia Cong felt much better and said with a wry smile: "Don't mention it, devil's training, you don't understand, hurry up and eat."

Qingwen helped him sit down and brought him hot water to wash him. Seeing that he was so tired that he couldn't even lift the bowl, she hurriedly said: "Don't move, I'll feed you."

Jia Cong nodded feebly, spread out on the chair, enjoying Qingwen's service, and his heart became alive again. She smiled slightly and said: "Qingwen, you are so good, whoever marries you in the future will surely enjoy a lifetime of happiness."

"Bah, Third Master is not serious." Qingwen spat, her hands trembling.

"Men should get married when they are college students, and women should get married when they are college students. What I am saying is the most serious thing."

"Third Master loves to make fun of others, so I won't pay attention to you."

"Tell me honestly, do you want to be Baoyu's aunt?" Jia Cong said with a smile. Qingwen's face turned pale, and her peach-blossom eyes were suddenly covered with mist: "Do you want to drive me away?"

"Hey, I'm just asking, what are you doing? Stop crying. Don't worry, the ladies and girls outside will think I'm bullying you."

Qingwen was about to cry: "What does Third Master mean by asking this? Do you think I am a half-hearted person?"

Jia Cong wanted to pat her shoulder to comfort her, but he couldn't lift his hand, so he had to smile bitterly: "Silly girl, why are you crying? Even if you want to leave, do you think I will be willing to let you go?"

Qingwen burst into laughter and said, "Why did the third master say that?"

"Aren't I curious? In this mansion, Baoyu is favored by the old lady and his wife, and she is beautiful. Which girl doesn't want to be his aunt? Ask Xiren, Sheyue, Qiu Wen, and Bi in Baoyu's courtyard. Hen, and a few girls around the wife, let’s see if they want it.”

Qingwen snorted softly, "They are them, and I am me. Since the old lady gave me to the third master, I will serve the third master wholeheartedly, as long as the third master does not chase me away."

"Then what if I kick you out?" Jia Cong said with a smile.

Qingwen bit her lip and cried, "Then I'll die in this room without leaving." Although her voice was soft, it was filled with steely determination.

Jia Cong felt great pain in his heart. He sat up quickly, put his arms around her waist, and said softly: "Qingwen, my dear Qingwen. I promise you, no one can take you away from me. You are mine." Yes, always, do you understand?"

Qingwen was so upset by his tender words that she seemed to have seventeen or eighteen kittens scratching in her heart. She just lowered her head and hummed softly, as shy as a hibiscus that could not bear the cool breeze.

Jia Cong was stunned and speechless for a moment, with only four words left in his heart: How lucky is this life.

"Third Master, the bathing soup is ready." The Zhaobao family came in, breaking the ambiguous and warm atmosphere.

Qingwen seemed to have suddenly come back to her senses. She hurriedly sat up straight, took away Jia Cong's hand on her small waist, and said, "You go down first, I will wait for the third master to come after dinner."

"Yes."

Jia Cong smiled and said: "She is just a mother-in-law, and you are afraid that she will see her."

Qingwen rolled her eyes at him and said angrily: "I'm not that shameless little hooves. I talk when I want to talk. I pull and pull to whatever extent I want, even if my mother-in-law and girls see it, I won't look like that."

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to your head office, my aunt." Jia Cong knew that Qingwen had a strong temper, so he had to raise his hands to surrender.

"Bah, it's Hu Yan again. It's time to eat, it's already cold." Qingwen stomped her feet and huffed. Although her face was cold, her heart was very happy, as sweet as if she had been poured honey.

After dinner, Qingwen helped Jia Cong to the bathroom to see that the renovation was completed.

A large urn was placed on the stove, with a fire burning underneath. Zhao Bao's family was watching in front of the stove. A wooden ladder was set up behind the stove to make it easier to get up and down.

A strong medicinal fragrance came from the urn.

Jia Cong waved his mother-in-law to come in later, looked at Qingwen and smiled and said, "I don't have the energy to take off my clothes today."

Qingwen blushed and rolled her eyes at him. Without saying a word, she gently helped him take off his dirty clothes and helped him sit in the urn. Seeing Jia Cong's body covered in bruises and bloodstains on his hands, tears fell down like broken pearls. He didn't expect that Third Master's practice would be so painful.

Jia Cong said with a smile: "Today I have been looked down upon by you, but you will have to let me look at you someday to make it even."

Bah, dirty seeds. Qingwen spat, held back her tears, and carried the dirty clothes away. After a while, he came in with clean clothes, bath towels, handkerchiefs, etc., put them on the screen, and asked Zhao Bao's family to come in and watch the fire.

Jia Cong sat in the urn, all his limbs felt comfortable, and the pores all over his body were wide open. He was absorbing the medicinal power of the water. He only felt itchy and numb all over his body. He couldn't help but groan in comfort, and he leaned against the urn with a finger. I want to move.

Suddenly, he felt a small hand holding a handkerchief dipped in water and wiping his chest, but Qingwen was standing on the ladder, rolling up her sleeves to help herself take a bath.

Jia Cong looked back at Qingwen and smiled slightly. Their eyes met and everything was unspoken.

(End of this chapter)