Under One Person: My Inner Realm Connects to All Worlds!

Chapter 67 Passed on to the Bad Guy
Zhao Yuanxing carefully put the porcelain bottle into his bosom, stood up, and his originally hunched back straightened up a bit.

He beckoned to Han Yun: "Come with me."

The two passed through the front hall and arrived at a training hall at the back, which had a high ceiling of eight meters. Plum blossom stakes were placed on the ground for practicing footwork.

At that moment, several young people were training.

There was a "lion" lying on the ground, its rear end wiggling and its tail wagging as if it were trying to be cute and affectionate, acting all dog-like.

Upon seeing this scene, Zhao Yuanxing's face immediately darkened. He walked over and kicked the young man in the buttocks, scolding him, "How can you dance a lion like that?"

Two people emerged from the lion's head and skin, scratching their heads in embarrassment.

One of them chuckled and said, "Master, we just wanted to try a new style. This kind of funny lion dance is really popular online lately..."

"Nonsense!"

Zhao Yuanxing was so angry that his beard stood on end: "Lion dancing is an art passed down from our ancestors. It requires both physical and spiritual expression. How can it be treated like child's play? You are lions, not cute little cats and dogs. Tell me, did Xiaoying instigate you?"

"Wait, where is Xiaoying?"

Someone pointed in a certain direction, and Han Yun looked in the direction they were pointing. There were several ancient lion heads enshrined there, one of which was entirely golden and red, with its mouth wide open and its fangs menacing, making it look particularly majestic.

Moreover, with Han Yun's keen hearing, he actually heard... a smacking sound from under the altar.

Zhao Yuanxing's face darkened even more. He immediately walked over angrily, lifted the red cloth on the offering table, and revealed a girl with a delicate, round face.

She was holding a takeout box containing lamb intestine soup, slurping it down happily, when the red cloth was lifted, she turned her head in a daze.

"Grandpa... hiccup, Grandpa!"

Smelling the gamey smell of mutton, Zhao Yuanxing's lips twitched. He was helpless with his only granddaughter. She was the only child in the family, what could she do? Spoil her!

But Zhao Yuanxing's face remained stern as he reprimanded, "Who told you to eat under the offering table?"

"I was just tired and hungry from training!" the girl said, swallowing hard as she emerged from behind the altar.

The girl dusted herself off, casually handed the takeout box of mutton intestine soup to her senior brother, and winked at her grandfather: "Besides, I'm eating with the ancestors, isn't that great?"

Han Yun couldn't help but chuckle; this girl was quite quick-witted. He noticed a faded red string tied around her wrist, with a small copper bell hanging from it, which jingled crisply with her movements.

"Who is this?" She looked at Han Yun curiously, her eyes sparkling.

“This is Han Yun, a friend of Grandpa!” Zhao Yuanxing sighed and turned to Han Yun. “I’m sorry to have troubled you, but this girl has never been proper since she was little.”

"Not at all, it's good that she's lively, and besides, she might even be older than me!" Han Yun nodded slightly.

The girl, called Xiaoying, asked familiarly, "How old are you?"

Han Yun laughed and said, "Sixteen!"

"You're only sixteen?" the girl exclaimed in surprise.

Zhao Yuanxing couldn't help but glance at her. Based on Han Yun's calm and composed demeanor, he thought Han Yun must be over twenty years old, but he didn't expect her to be younger than his granddaughter.

However, without comparison, there is no harm.

The old man gave his granddaughter a look of exasperation. "She's eighteen years old, and she's still hiding under the offering table to sneak food. Look at other girls!" The girl stuck out her tongue playfully.

What could Zhao Yuanxing do but close his eyes and sigh?

It's pitiful to say, his own son doesn't want to learn lion dancing and only cares about running his business all year round.

The good news is that my granddaughter is interested in lion dancing. Although she can't learn it well, at least the tradition can be passed down.

The bad news is that her granddaughter is a wicked person who does whatever she wants. She turned a perfectly good lion dance into a cat and dog teasing performance, making her look like a charlatan. Her Qilin Step and Qi Transformation skills are also mediocre.

Zhao Yuanxing snorted, not pursuing the matter further. He turned to his disciples and said irritably, "You senior brothers can only spoil your junior sister!"

The senior students shrugged and said, "If you really don't spoil us, we'll be the ones getting scolded by you."

Then, Zhao Yuanxing pointed to the plum blossom stakes in the center of the field and said to the two young men, "Go up and walk around for a couple of laps so I can see."

The two young men exchanged a glance, then nimbly climbed the plum blossom stakes. Their steps were light and graceful, as if they were walking on flat ground. Their playful demeanor from before was completely gone, replaced by focus and composure.

The young man with the lion's head leaped and landed steadily on another stake, drawing cheers from the disciples training around him.

Zhao Yuanxing nodded in satisfaction and whispered to Han Yun, "These kids need a good talking to."

Then, he shouted at his disciples, "What are you shouting for? You've been practicing these basic skills for years, and you still have the nerve to shout 'good'? Get practicing!"

The disciples immediately fell silent and returned to their positions to continue training.

Xiaoying quietly approached Han Yun and whispered, "Grandpa can be really fierce, so please don't mind him."

Han Yun smiled and said, "A strict teacher produces outstanding students. Old Zhao is only doing this for your own good."

Xiaoying pouted, then suddenly her eyes lit up: "Hey, Grandpa rarely brings outsiders to the training hall. Do you also want to learn lion dancing?"

Before Han Yun could answer, Zhao Yuanxing turned around and glared at Xiaoying: "Don't bother her, go practice your skills!"

Xiaoying stuck out her tongue, made a face at Han Yun, turned around and skipped away, the copper bell on her wrist jingling crisply in the training hall.

Zhao Yuanxing sighed and said to Han Yun, "This girl is so unreliable. But she has good talent, she just doesn't want to put in the hard work."

Han Yun watched as Xiao Ying nimbly leaped onto the plum blossom stakes, her movements as light as a swallow, and couldn't help but nod: "She does indeed have some talent."

After glancing at his disciples, Zhao Yuanxing suddenly shouted, "Xiao Wu, bring me my outfit!"

Before long, a lean young man came running over carrying a set of dark red lion skin and accessories such as copper bells.

Zhao Yuanxing took the lion skin and said to Han Yun, "I'm eighty-three years old this year, and I've been retired from performing for many years. But since I've met someone I'm destined to meet today, I'll dance one more time."

With the help of his disciples, the old man put on the heavy lion skin, using his Qi as support for the back half. The moment the eighty-plus-pound lion head was put on, Han Yun keenly sensed that the old man's aura suddenly changed.

"Alright!"

With a low shout, Zhao Yuanxing's body trembled, and he seemed to merge with the lion's head, exuding a unique spirit.

His once hunched body now appeared tall and imposing, with a powerful aura rising from his feet and circulating throughout his body.

(End of this chapter)