Mang Shusheng's Ink Painting Practice

Chapter 8 The Third Master of the Zhao Family
Zhao Yifu was about to follow Wu Zhong out of the city to welcome the people from the Zhao family.

He said with some dissatisfaction: "Uncle Wu, why didn't you tell me in advance that someone was coming to your house? It's so rude to rush in now."

Wu Zhong said, "I didn't expect the Third Master to come so soon. I thought it would take at least a while to clean up."

Zhao Yifu nodded in understanding and said, "Then I'll go ahead. Third Uncle has always been impatient, so I'm afraid he'll be here first... That's fine."

He thought back to his childhood. If he were to ask who treated him the best in Shenhe Villa, it would probably be his third uncle.

In his impression, his third uncle Zhao Yehe has always been a short, strong, upright and somewhat stubborn man, who is not responsible for any specific affairs at home.

But perhaps because of this, he has the leisure time to mingle with the younger generations in his family.

Thinking about it this way, Zhao Yifu was actually a little excited.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he and Wu Zhongcai left the yard, they saw a short and strong man walking to the entrance of the alley.

When he saw Zhao Yifu, his eyes lit up and he asked, "Brother Xin?"

Zhao Yifu's name was chosen by a local scholar at his own expense. His father originally wanted to call him "Zhao Zhongxin", so he simply changed his nickname to "Xin Ge".

Zhao Yehe's voice was so loud that everyone in the alley turned their heads to look at him. Zhao Yifu himself felt a strong sense of shame.

In the past, when they were all acquaintances at home, he didn't think it was a big deal when his uncle yelled at them loudly. But now, outside, why did he feel so ashamed?

He quickly shouted, "Uncle San, I'm here. Come over here quickly. Let's go back to the house first."

Zhao Yehe laughed heartily and walked into the alley with a swagger.

It's amazing. The alley is wide enough for two people to walk side by side and is not narrow, but when Zhao Yehe walks in it, it feels like the entire alley is filled up at once.

This may be a person's momentum.

"Oh, this place is so small."

As soon as Zhao Yehe entered the room, he started complaining, his voice still as loud as thunder, and the courtyard wall could not block his voice at all.

Zhao Yifu quickly bowed and said politely, "My nephew greets my third uncle."

Seeing this, Zhao Yehe reached out and held Zhao Yifu's hand, preventing him from bowing. He then said dissatisfiedly, "You were a very smart kid when you were young. How come you have become such a nerd now?"

Zhao Yifu felt helpless when he heard this. His third uncle was definitely an uneducated person. Even though his family was well-off, he couldn't read a single word.

He could only say, "Uncle, when my nephew was eighteen, I received a letter from my father. In the letter, he gave me the courtesy name 'Junxin'. He hoped that I would be a gentleman of my word, not a bookworm."

Zhao Yehe didn't want to hear him talk about this, so he just said, "Don't talk to me about that. Come on, let's try it out now and see if your skills have fallen behind over the years."

Zhao Yifu was stunned. He finally understood that his third uncle actually didn't care about his performance in the imperial examination at all. He might even look down on him because he chose the imperial examination route.

Seeing that he was stunned, Zhao Yehe attacked without any hesitation, starting with the crane claw grappling technique that Zhao Yifu was most familiar with.

Strictly speaking, Zhao Yifu learned this kung fu from his third uncle when he was a child.

Zhao Yehe stretched out his claws as fast as lightning, and one hand had already tightly grasped Zhao Yifu's wrist, and he was trying to twist it.

Zhao Yifu was not surprised by this situation. Perhaps one of the invisible benefits of meditating and practicing Qi day and night for the past five years was that he could remain calm in the face of emergencies.

He immediately shook his wrist and performed a crane claw grabbing technique to break away from Zhao Yehe's control.

"Good boy, it looks like you haven't wasted your time."

Zhao Yehe was pleasantly surprised. He could sense the power within Zhao Yifu's attack. Even though he hadn't used his full strength, this single move alone was enough to make him comparable to a third-rate martial artist.

So Zhao Yehe was delighted to see the prey and began to attack continuously.

Zhao Yifu responded silently. He was actually a bit flustered because his uncle's moves were not in the usual routines, forcing him to tear his well-trained moves to pieces.

however……

Zhao Yehe praised: "Well done. There are no more than twenty people in the village who can fight me like this. You haven't lost your skills over the years."

Zhao Yifu woke up suddenly.

He had abandoned his kung fu a long time ago, but only recently decided to pick it up again, and he had only practiced for less than ten days in total.

Such progress in just ten days?

Of course not. What he really improved in these ten days was his control over strength and the increase in finger strength from practicing Lingxu Finger Strength.

Therefore, the underlying logic of martial arts is strength and speed, and the next level is control and reaction. As for other techniques and routines, they can only show their advantages after the four elements of strength, speed, control, and reaction are all met.

There is definitely potential in Zhao Yifu's body, and it is even constantly accumulating potential due to his practice.

His previous training had only partially realized his potential for strength and control, but this alone was enough to greatly surprise Zhao Yehe.

At this time, in the constant counterattacks, he gradually changed from being busy responding at the beginning to being able to fight back and forth, and his potential for speed and reaction was also being forced out.

Zhao Yehe became more and more delighted, until he could no longer contain his joy and shouted, "Excellent, wonderful! Brother Xin, you have mastered the essence of the Crane Claw Grappling Technique."

"Honestly, if we only consider this skill, you are no worse than your elder brother."

"Furthermore, you've been out on your own for these years with no one to teach you or break down your moves. If you could really train well in this skill, you'd probably be the best of the second generation at Shenhe Villa by now."

As expected, this Third Uncle is a martial arts fanatic, and he only thinks about martial arts in everything.

He did not care too much about Zhao Yifu's academic achievements, but was very concerned about his progress in martial arts.

The fight with Zhao Yehe made Zhao Yifu excited and full of energy, but he was also panting and very tired.

After all, I have lacked exercise in recent years and my physical strength has not yet improved.

He quickly stopped her and said, "Uncle San, please wait. I am no longer able to continue."

But Zhao Yehe is a ruffian, and he is not satisfied yet.

"What are you talking about? I hate your pretentious look. You're running out of energy so quickly, which means you haven't practiced enough. It's a good opportunity for Uncle San to train with you."

Zhao Yifu's face turned green after hearing this. Cultivation is different from martial arts training. Martial arts training is to constantly push out the potential of the human body, while cultivation is to constantly accumulate potential and it is taboo to overdraw.

So his mind raced, and he immediately changed the subject abruptly: "Uncle San, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How about I paint a picture for you as a token of my respect?"

Zhao Yehe was confused by this jump in his thinking. He asked, "Painting? What kind of painting?"

Zhao Yifu said with a smile, "It's just to record your majestic and heroic figure, Third Uncle, and leave it on the scroll."

Zhao Yehe froze in his tracks.

There is no doubt that he had a heart-beating feeling.

Zhao Yifu felt that he was saved...

By the way, can we also see if we can use a painting to "tame" this wild and unruly Third Uncle?

After all, Third Uncle is so close to him, it would be a pity if he couldn't "produce minerals".

(End of this chapter)