MTL - Yuan Tianzun-Chapter 4 what is home

  Chapter 4 What is Home

  The small courtyard is only more than ten square meters in size, with low courtyard walls and gravel exposed in some mud walls.

  The courtyard is adjacent to three houses, which are also old.

  The white couplets on both sides of the central main room are faintly visible, which looks quite dilapidated.

  However, the courtyard is very clean.

  A few pieces of clothes that have not yet dried out are hanging on the bamboo poles on one side of the eaves, and the large water tank under the eaves is mostly empty.

  Integrating the memories of his previous life, to Wu Yuan, this seemed to be his real home for more than ten years.

  In his previous life, he had a villa covering an area of ​​thousands of square meters, but since his sister got married, it was just a house.

  In this life, this small courtyard gave Wu Yuan a real sense of home.

   This courtyard is actually the largest in the entire street.

  In Wu Yuan's memory, the whole family moved in when his father was still young and the family was at its best financially.

   Later, he died in battle with his father, his family was in distress, and he had to support Wu Yuan's training in the martial arts academy, so he had to sell the house, so he couldn't afford to renovate it.

   "Mother, brother is back." A childish and crisp voice full of surprise floated.

  嗖~ Immediately afterwards, a thin girl about eight or nine years old in gray cloth jumped out from the side room, her face was flushed, and she was quite excited.

   "Brother, hug me!"

   "Okay." Wu Yuan smiled.

   With one step, he took over the jumping girl with his right hand, and with a little force, he walked into the courtyard with one hand supporting her.

   This is the game that the siblings play most often.

   "Xiao Yi, what did you do today?" Wu Yuan asked casually.

   "Follow mother in Buzhuang! Today I learned how to tie flowers with Sister Xing." The girl replied excitedly.

   "Haha, Xiao Yi is really amazing." Wu Yuan smiled.

  But Wu Yuan felt a little distressed in his heart.

   Cloth village.

   It is the Wu family who established themselves on the foundation of Licheng and opened several cloth houses. For example, the 'Wu Xing Cloth House' under the charge of patriarch Wu Qiming ranks among the top ten among hundreds of cloth houses in Licheng.

  There are hundreds of members of the Wu family, most of whom are attached to this industry. Some are responsible for purchasing and weaving, some are responsible for dyeing, and some are responsible for selling.

  Wu Yuan's mother is an expert at dyeing cloth!

   It stands to reason that with Wu Yuan's father's death pension and family annuity, plus his mother's salary, it is enough for a family of three to live without worry.

   It's just that Wu Yuan's martial arts training can be called a golden cave for ordinary families!

  If it weren't for the patriarch's support and support over the past few years, Wu Yuan's mother alone would have been unable to support the family.

  Because of this, Wu's family gossips a lot. After all, although Wu Yuan has some martial arts talents, he is not considered top-notch. He invested a lot of money in the clan, which may not be able to be realized in the future.

   It's just that due to the authority of the patriarch, the houses dare not say more.

   "My predecessor, I have practiced in the martial arts academy for many years, and I have worked very hard to reach the eighth-rank warrior." Wu Yuan sighed secretly: "It is difficult to change the fate if you follow the steps!"

   In the middle land, martial arts are respected.

  If you are only a warrior of the third rank, at most you can be a servant, guard, or bodyguard, and you will only become an ordinary sergeant in the army and serve as cannon fodder.

   At least one has to become a martial artist in order to change one's destiny!

  From a seventh-rank warrior to a sixth-rank martial artist, it is an important hurdle in Middle-earth martial arts.

  If you can't reach the seventh rank before the age of sixteen, under normal circumstances, it is almost impossible to become a martial artist in your twenties.

  Martial arts training does not mean that the longer you practice, the higher your level will be!

  When you are young, you are full of qi and blood and vigorous. If the sun rises, there are infinite possibilities, and you will enter the country very quickly.

  Once the age of thirty has not yet reached the point of "practicing viscera, washing marrow, penetrating acupoints and prolonging life", even if the body function has not declined, the life potential will decline rapidly, and breakthrough will become more and more difficult.

   "It was very difficult for Wu Yuan in the past to become a seventh-rank warrior before the age of sixteen."

   "But now, here I am!" Wu Yuan had many thoughts in his mind.

  If this body is eighteen years old, even Wu Yuan will encounter many difficulties if he wants to succeed in cultivation.

  But a body of only fourteen years old?

   It is the golden age of martial arts training!

   What's more, although the talent of the predecessor is not outstanding, he can practice hard enough and have a very deep physical foundation.

   "Although I don't know why I came to this world, I will try my best to fulfill your wish."

  With the passage of time, and blending with the memories and perceptions of his predecessor, sometimes Wu Yuan would have the feeling of "Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly".

   I don’t know if I came here through time travel, or if I experienced the wonderful Federation of Science and Technology from the big dream.

   "Ka~" the main room door opened.

   "Yuan'er, you're back." I saw a tired woman coming out of the dark room, holding tongs in one hand, as if she was lighting a fire.

  Her face was stained with soot, and the sides of her cheeks were morbidly pale, and the wrinkles on her forehead couldn't hide the beauty of her youth, and she was full of smiles.

  This is Wu Yuan's mother, Wan Qin.

  Over the years, they raised their siblings single-handedly.

   "Mother, you don't need to give me hot food. I just came back from the general's mansion with the patriarch, and I have already eaten." Wu Yuan said repeatedly.

   said.

  Wu Yuan put down the tongs in his mother's hand, picked up the wooden barrel next to the water tank, and walked out of the courtyard: "Mother, you go wash up first, and I will take Xiaoyi to fetch water first."

  Mansions of wealthy families usually have wells.

  In the 'Wu Street Lane', there are usually more than ten families with one room sharing a well, which is considered a good living condition in the city!

  Holding his younger sister 'Wu Yijun' with one hand.

  Pick water with the other hand.

   It is a bit difficult for ordinary people, but it is easy for Wu Yuan. He can take more than two feet in one leap, and is as agile as a cheetah, which caused my sister to burst into laughter and shouted, "Brother, hurry up!"!

  In the main room, listening to the sound of water being poured into the tank and the laughter of the siblings, mother Wan Qin couldn't help showing a smile.

  Life is difficult, and this pair of children is her hope and happiness in life!

  ... As the night deepened, my sister had already fallen asleep.

  Wu Yuan came to the east wing room, an oil lamp was lit in the room, the light was a little dim, and his mother Wan Qin was weaving

   "Yuan'er, sit down." Wan Qin said.

   "Yes." Wu Yuan nodded and sat beside his mother, and said softly, "Mother, I have something to discuss with you."

   "You said." Wan Qin laughed, but her hands didn't stop.

   "I will give up this year's martial arts competition." Wu Yuan said directly.

"What?" Wan Qin's complexion changed, her hands stopped suddenly, and she looked at Wu Yuan eagerly and puzzled: "Didn't your ranking keep improving in these small competitions? Entering Nanmeng Martial Academy should be No problem, why give up?"

  On weekdays, she was very relieved of her son, and didn't ask much about the situation in the martial arts academy.

  How can a mother not care?

Nanmeng Martial Academy is far inferior to Yunwu Hall. After all, one recruits hundreds of disciples a year in one prefecture, and the other recruits dozens of disciples a year in three prefectures. Regardless of the overall talent of the disciples and the resources of the Martial Academy, It's all very different!

   But in Wanqin's knowledge, it is already very good to be able to enter Nanmeng Wuyuan.

  She didn't understand why her son gave up the martial arts competition.

   "Mother, I plan to participate in the competition next year, and I have a great hope of entering the Yunwu Palace!" Wu Yuan added: "The patriarch and the dean are very supportive of me."

   Wu Yuan did not reveal the inside story.

  Wan Qin was taken aback when she heard the words, but hesitated.

  She trusts the patriarch 'Wu Qiming' very much, and also remembers that the head of the martial arts academy is a kind old man, but this is related to her son's future.

"Mother, if the child can enter the Yunwu Palace, he will be at least a fifth-rank martial artist in the future, and maybe even higher, and his father will be very pleased to know." Wu Yuan said directly: "No matter how bad it is, next year I will also be able to enter the south. Dream Martial Academy, it’s not too late to go a year later.”

   "Fifth grade warrior?" Wan Qin seemed a little moved.

  Because, she always remembered her husband's thoughts, that is, their room could produce a fifth-rank warrior.

  Besides, she knows exactly what a fifth-rank warrior means.

  In the entire Wu family in Licheng, there is not a fifth-rank warrior. As long as one is born, not only the small family, but the status and power of the entire family will rise by a large margin.

  In this world, wealth is just a derivative of force.

   "Yuan'er, since the patriarch supports you, I won't say anything more." Wan Qin said: "However, don't be impulsive when things happen, and you must first pay attention to your own safety."

   "My child understands." Wu Yuan felt warm in his heart, as parents, they often only want their children to be safe.

   "Mother."

   "This is a reward from the Martial Academy." Wu Yuan flipped his palms, handed out a bank note, and handed it to Wan Qin.

   "One hundred taels?" Wan Qin couldn't believe it.

  She worked hard for a month on weekdays for less than two taels of silver, and her annual salary was only twenty or thirty taels.

  One hundred taels of silver is enough for an ordinary family of three to live for several years!

   "Mother, the martial arts academy focuses on training me, and I will be distributed every month in the future." Wu Yuan smiled and said, "You take it first."

   This is also the reason why Wu Yuan didn't take out one thousand taels all at once.

too much!

  Mother Wan Qin would be frightened when she saw it.

   "Yuan'er." Wan Qin looked at Wu Yuan.

   At the moment, she didn't know what to say, she knew that the ability of a powerful warrior to earn money was amazing, but Wu Yuan was only fourteen years old after all.

   "Mother, I will try my best to support you in this family from now on. Tomorrow, I will send 'Xiao Yi' to school." Wu Yuan said.

   "Well, send it to school." Wan Qin nodded.

  Rich people, even if their children are not talented in martial arts, most of them will be sent to schools and then imperial examinations.

  In this world, women can also participate in the imperial examination!

  Without the power to restrain a chicken, he is also expected to become a member of a party, like a county guard, who can make many fourth-rank warriors bow their heads.

  If it wasn't for the family being in dire straits, why would Wan Qin want her daughter to learn weaving at such a young age?

"Mother, from now on, don't work too hard." Wu Yuan suddenly said solemnly: "Go and buy more supplements, take good care of your body, after a while, I will invite the 'alchemist' to treat you well. "

   "Alchemist?"

   Wan Qin couldn't help but said: "It's too expensive! At most, please ask the doctor to take a look. I just need to have a good rest."

  Mother Wanqin's health is not good, and she became sick from overwork. She fainted twice in Buzhuang, the most recent time being last year.

  If he had the peak strength in his previous life, Wu Yuan could check his mother's body, but now? Helpless!

   Only by asking for an alchemist can you rest assured.

   "Mother, the child knows it well." Wu Yuan laughed.

  Wan Qin hesitated for a while, seeing her son's high spirits, she didn't speak again.

  …

  Late at night, the whole street was completely quiet.

   "Whoosh!"

  An inconspicuous black shadow slipped out of the west wing room, jumped several meters high, and climbed onto the eaves.

   Landing silently, like a ghost.

   In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the darkness.

  After only a few tens of breaths, Wu Yuan came to the river beach two miles away, which was extremely secluded.

  The 'Nanlong River' that runs through the entire Licheng. The river is wide and the water is gentle. Not far away are buildings and boats, and the pier is brightly lit.

   "It's amazing."

   "I was still thinking about what excuse I should find, so that I can get the Grand Competition reward and not go to Yunwu Palace." Wu Yuan smiled slightly: "Unexpectedly, God is looking after me."

   "Five thousand taels of silver is ten times higher than what I expected before."

   "Control your muscles, relax your brain, and sleep deeply for an hour, that's enough."

   "It's time to start today's practice." Wu Yuan's wrist shook slightly, his muscles and bones seemed to be shaking at the same time, and the utensils on his back suddenly flew up.

   It was a long knife.

   "Huh!" Wu Yuan's fingers were strong, as fast as lightning, and his five fingers stretched out and instantly closed together to grab the handle of the knife.

   "Wow!" The knife slashed to one side, and then stopped suddenly!

   Make this long knife just horizontally and horizontally, exactly.

   "The two hundred and thirty catty long sword is not enough for us. Is it possible to change it again?" Wu Yuan shook his head slightly, only to feel that the weight of the sword in his hand was lighter than last time.

   It's not that the knife gets lighter.

   It's just that Wu Yuan is stronger!

  (end of this chapter)