Immortality: I can absorb the memories of the dead.

Chapter 11: Wu Xiang Gong, Wu Xiang Transforms into All Things

The little boy's face showed a bit of confusion and timidity.

"Brother, who are you looking for?"

Zhou Yi squatted down with a smile.

"Little brother, why are you here alone? Where is your mother?"

"Mother went to wash clothes for someone."

Yang Xiong remembered this incident. He was caught in a hurry. His wife and children were outside at the time. He asked his servants to run and notify them, so he did not have time to prepare some gold and silver for the mother and daughter.

The little boy has become much thinner, and it's obvious that he must have suffered a lot these days.

He handed the candied haws in his hand to the little boy.

"Would you like some candied haws on a stick?"

The little boy swallowed, but didn't take it.

"My father once said that you can't accept gifts without merit, and you can't just take other people's things."

"It's okay. I'm a friend of your father Yang Xiong. I came to visit you and your son at your father's request."

The little boy's eyes lit up instantly when he heard this.

"Are you really my father's friend? Big brother, do you know when my father will come to pick us up?"

Zhou Yi touched his little head.

"Your father has something important to do, so he can't come to pick you and your mother up for the time being. But don't worry, he will come to pick you up soon after he finishes his business."

"really?"

"real!"

Zhou Yi handed the candied haws over, and the little boy took it with a smile, but he only ate half of it and didn't eat any more.

"Why don't you continue eating?"

"I want to leave some for my mother."

Zhou Yi sighed and said, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and a mouse gives birth to a son who can dig holes.

Yang Xiong himself was a decent person, and the son he raised was also a clean person.

If he had a son, he would probably have learned all the ways of cheating and deceiving by his age.

"Jian'er, who are you talking to?"

A voice came from behind. Zhou Yi turned around and saw a middle-aged woman with black and white hair and a face that showed the oldness of a country woman.

As far as he could remember, Madam Yang didn't look like this. Zhou Yi took a closer look and recognized that she had used makeup to disguise herself.

She is a smart person. She knows that as a woman without a man, her beauty will only bring trouble.

"Mom! This big brother said he is Dad's friend."

Yang Jian immediately went over with a smile and handed the candied haws in his hand to his mother.

"Look, this is the candied haws my elder brother bought for me."

Madam Yang's face revealed a hint of vigilance.

"Brother, why have I never seen you before?"

Zhou Yi smiled.

"Master Yang is a chivalrous man with many friends in the martial arts world. It's normal that Madam Yang doesn't know. Besides, if I had any other thoughts, Madam Yang would not be able to resist."

As he spoke, he raised his palm slightly, and a whirlwind automatically formed in his palm.

Mrs. Yang's pupils shrank instantly.

"The energy is released, the innate master!"

Then, she immediately put away her vigilance and bowed deeply to Zhou Yi.

"I didn't know you were coming. I was disrespectful just now. I hope you can forgive me."

"You're welcome. This is not the place to talk. Let's go inside and talk."

"Yes!"

Mrs. Yang immediately opened the door and took Zhou Yi into the yard.

"Please sit for a moment, senior. I'll go wash my face." Soon, Madam Yang washed off the makeup on her face with water, revealing the standard face of a good wife.

It's such a shame. She is so beautiful, but she has to be a widow at such a young age.

She poured Zhou Yi a cup of tea.

"Master, please have some tea."

Zhou Yi took a sip of tea and then said:

"You should know what happened in Kyoto."

Madam Yang's eyes dimmed and she nodded.

"I guessed it from that day on. It was all me who caused trouble for my husband. If I hadn't been spotted by the son of the Minister of Justice on the street that day, my husband wouldn't have hit him so hard, and wouldn't have..."

After she finished speaking, Madam Yang covered her face and cried.

Zhou Yi spat and felt even more contemptuous of the Zuo family.

"What are your plans next?"

"I have already harmed my husband. Now I only hope to take Da Jian'er with me and keep the Yang family's bloodline alive."

Zhou Yi nodded and took out a bag of silver from his arms.

"This money is for you and your son to live on. If you need anything in the future, you can go to Huibao Pavilion in Kyoto and tell the shopkeeper to look for Li Changshou."

"Senior, how can this be done?"

"Just take it if you're told to."

Mrs. Yang thanked him immediately.

"Thank you, senior. I have nothing to repay you. This is the Yang family's ancestral Wuxiang Gong, which I am giving to you as a token of my appreciation."

Zhou Yi was stunned. Since the memories he obtained were not all the memories, he did not know that the Yang family also had the Wuxiang Gong.

"Isn't the ancestral martial arts of your Yang family the Prajna Dragon Elephant Sutra? How come there is a Wuxiang Gong?"

“Senior, you may not know that when the ancestor of the Yang family went to the Northern Wild Grassland, by chance, he found a cave where a high-ranking Tibetan Buddhist monk from the grassland had passed away. He obtained the Prajna Dragon Elephant Sutra and the Wuxiang Gong from it.

However, the Yang family's descendants throughout the generations were not very talented. It was difficult for them to make any achievements even when practicing one technique, let alone practicing two techniques.

In addition, Wuxiang Gong requires internal strength to perform, so if one wants to practice Wuxiang Gong, one needs to practice Prajna Dragon Elephant Gong first. Therefore, the descendants of the Yang family in all generations have focused on Prajna Dragon Elephant Gong first, and so far, few people have practiced Wuxiang Gong.

Over time, few people mentioned Wuxiang Gong anymore.

After my husband's experience, the Prajna Dragon Elephant Sutra was lost, and only this Wuxiang Gong was left. Without internal strength, it is impossible to practice it, so I gave it to you, senior."

"I see."

Zhou Yi took over the Wuxiang Gong and asked Madam Yang to bring paper and pen, and wrote down the Prajna Dragon Elephant Sutra silently.

"It is impolite not to reciprocate. You gave me the Wuxiang Gong, and I will leave you a copy of the Prajna Dragon Elephant Sutra. I hope your son will practice well and restore the glory of the Yang family in the future."

Madam Yang was shocked and knelt down to thank him again.

Zhou Yi said goodbye, stepped lightly, and jumped out of the yard, disappearing without a trace.

"What a master!"

Madam Yang couldn't help but sigh.

Yang Jian looked at Madam Yang in confusion and said:
"Mother, this uncle is really good, isn't he? Why are you kowtowing to him so many times?"

Mrs. Yang nodded.

"Yes, he is a good man. Jian'er, when you succeed in your cultivation in the future, don't forget the great kindness of this senior and repay him well."

Yang Jian nodded seriously.

"Don't worry, mother. I understand."

Zhou Yi left the Yang family and watched Wuxiang Gong as he walked. He couldn't help but be immersed in it and couldn't let it go.

"This Wuxiang Gong is actually a magical martial art that can shake the martial arts world!"

The power of formlessness. The world is originally formless. Formlessness gives rise to form.

After learning it, when you are attacked by someone else, you can analyze the opponent's skills from his kung fu, and then imitate the opponent's moves. In other words, as long as someone fights against you, his moves will be learned by you!

(End of this chapter)