Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Yi Yang sat back in the recliner, the broken rattan creaking.

"Don't hide anything. If you hide a word, Grandpa will give you another beating."

Jiang Yuexin wiped her face, her nose turning red with grievance.

"Grandpa, you can't beat me."

Yi Yang raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Oh, you've gotten bolder, haven't you? Then Grandpa will hit you with a rice spoon."

Jiang Yuexin was almost amused and burst out laughing, but when she thought about what happened today, the smile on her lips disappeared.

She lowered her head, her voice becoming a soft, breathy whisper.

"I let it slip to Erniu a couple of days ago."

Yi Yang's eyelids drooped.

"What did you say?"

"Tell me... Grandpa found purple wood on Qingmu Mountain half a year ago."

Upon hearing her words, Yi Yang simply placed his hands on his knees, his rough palms rubbing against the fabric of his trousers.

Jiang Yuexin hurriedly said, "I didn't mean to. Erniu said that her father was sick that day and the family didn't have money to buy medicine. She cried so pitifully. I told her that Grandpa had a piece of valuable wood and that we would have money when we sold it. But I told her not to tell anyone. I told her many times."

"Today, when I came back from the river and walked to the ditch outside the village, Sun Mazi popped out from behind a tree."

The little girl shrugged, tears welling up in her eyes.

"He stopped me and asked where the purple wood was hidden. He even told me to go home and steal it for him. He said that as long as I obeyed him, no one in the village would dare to bully me anymore."

I said no.

He reached out and tugged at my sleeve, saying, "Girl, don't be so ungrateful."

As Jiang Yuexin spoke, she bit her lower lip, leaving shallow teeth marks.

"I was so angry that I kicked him... I kicked him there."

Yi Yang's eyelid twitched.

Jiang Yuexin added in a low voice, "The kick was quite accurate."

Yi Yang remained silent for a moment.

"As long as it's accurate."

Jiang Yuexin was stunned.

Yi Yang said seriously, "Girls need to practice their aim when they're out and about. If you kick wide, you'll be the one who suffers."

Jiang Yuexin still had tears on her face, but she burst out laughing, and then quickly lowered her head.

"Grandpa, you're teasing me."

"I'm not kidding you, are you suggesting I'm praising Sun Mazi's good looks?"

Yi Yang picked up the broken fan and fanned himself twice.

"And then?"

"I ran away after I kicked it. He chased me for a few steps but couldn't catch up. When I entered the village, I saw Aunt Yang. She called out to me, but I was afraid she would ask questions, so I didn't stop."

After saying that, Jiang Yuexin whispered, "Grandpa, I'm sorry. It's all because I'm so talkative."

Yi Yang didn't respond to that.

The matter of the purple wood was indeed a source of trouble.

Six months ago, around the time winter was approaching, Yi Yang went to Qingmu Mountain next to the village to cut firewood and found that piece of purple wood on a shady slope.

The thing lay among the dead leaves, its outer skin dark, but its broken surface had deep purple veins. When you tapped it with a woodcutter's knife, it produced a dull echo, and even an ordinary axe could hardly cut it in half.

There were also long drag marks nearby, winding through the bits of grass, carrying a fishy smell.

Having lived for so many years, Yi Yang knew exactly what was going on.

That piece of purple wood didn't fall down by itself.

It wasn't cut by a human.

The marks next to it were clearly left by a large snake or some other strange object from the mountains.

If that thing hadn't left early, Yi Yang would probably have been left in the mountains with his old bones intact that day.

Purple wood is valuable.

It's very valuable.

It can be used to make medicine cabinets and weapon handles. I heard that the wealthy families in the inner city even use it to make incense tables. Yi Yang originally planned to hide it for a few years, wait for the storm to pass, and then find a safe way to sell it, so that he could save money for his medicine in his old age and also save up a decent dowry for Jiang Yuexin.

Before they could even enjoy their newfound respectability, someone caught up with them and came knocking on their door.

As for Erniu...

Yi Yang's impression of the girl was neither bad nor particularly good.

The village children gathered to play, some sweet-talking, some sharp-tongued. Jiang Yuexin was beautiful, with fair skin and delicate features; even in an old dress, her vibrant charm was undeniable.

Beauty is a blessing in a peaceful family, but in a poor village, it can sometimes be an eyesore.

Whether Erniu acted unintentionally or deliberately, Yiyang didn't want to draw a conclusion right now.

But this matter has already been overlooked.

If wealth is leaked, it will attract the greed and malice of others.

Jiang Yuexin panicked even more when she saw that Yi Yang didn't speak.

She squatted down beside the recliner, her fingers gripping the edge of the chair.

"Grandpa, don't go to town to beg them."

"When I was little, I lived with my grandma. She told me that you suffered a lot of injustices when you were young. She said that Grandpa Yi Xun... no, it was Yi Xun's side, they took over the family's shop and looked down on you."

The little girl got angrier and angrier as she spoke, her tears dried, but her eyes were still very red.

"They ignored you before, so why should you bow down now?"

"Grandpa, you raised me for three years, I can't let you be laughed at because of me."

Yi Yang looked at her; the girl was thin, her shoulders hadn't fully developed yet, but it was clear she was a beauty in the making.

But she had no idea.

When people get old, their pride sometimes isn't that valuable anymore.

An hour ago, Yi Yang might have gone to Yunwen Town.

Even if he was given the cold shoulder by the Yi Xun, even if the younger generation looked down on him, even if he had to wait outside the gatehouse for half a day, he would still go.

Because Sun Mazi, a scoundrel from the countryside, cannot be judged by common sense.

They are wicked without any rhyme or reason, and their evil knows no bounds.

You might think they're just bluffing, but they'll turn around and do something drastic.

You think they still have some humanity left? They can use that little bit of humanity to feed their dogs.

The proper way to deal with this kind of person is to approach them with the utmost malice.

Jiang Yuexin is his only concern now.

For this girl, losing face is nothing; a few words of ridicule won't hurt me.

But things are different now.

Before Yi Yang's eyes, the line of small characters that only he could see still floated quietly.

[Destiny: An old steed in its stall may still aspire to gallop a thousand miles]

Sixty years of trials and tribulations have bent his back, but they have also sharpened his bones.

Things that come late are not necessarily useless.

Arriving late actually saved me from all those youthful, impetuous tricks.

Yi Yang raised his hand and ruffled Jiang Yuexin's hair.

"Fine, I won't go."

Jiang Yuexin raised her head.

"real?"

"When has Grandpa ever lied to you?"

"You said last time that wild vegetable pancakes weren't bitter."

"That's because your tongue is too delicate."

Jiang Yuexin sniffed and muttered softly, "It's so bitter it makes my tongue want to leave home."

Yi Yang's chest itched from her teasing, and he coughed twice.

"Go back inside and rest. Don't go out today, and you don't need to cook dinner."

Jiang Yuexin refused to leave.

"Grandpa, that Sun Mazi..."

"I'll take care of this."

"But you..."

She meant to say you're getting old.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but fearing they might hurt someone, he swallowed them back.

Yi Yang tapped her head lightly with the broken fan.

"Don't be so naive. Your grandfather has been chopping firewood for decades. He may not have much else, but he knows more trees than Sun Mazi has ever seen a person."

"If you can cut down trees, can't you deal with pockmarks?"

Jiang Yuexin was confused.

Is this statement reasonable?

That doesn't make sense.

But hearing it from Yi Yang's mouth made her feel much more at ease.

She stood up, took two steps, and then turned back.

"Grandpa, don't do anything foolish."

Yi Yang waved his hand and said, "Young people do silly things; old men only do things that don't require effort."

After Jiang Yuexin returned to the house, she gently closed the door.

The courtyard quieted down, and Yi Yang sat there for a long time.

Gongfa.

The most important thing right now is the cultivation method.

With martial arts techniques, everything becomes easier.

Yi Yang has been making a living in Sanmu Village for years. He hasn't done much else, but he has met quite a few people.

He knew everything: whose family had hidden away good wine, whose wife was the most shrewish, and whose chickens liked to change nests when laying eggs.

Zhou Liang, the head of the hunters in the west of the village, had been to the city in his early years, worked as an apprentice, and practiced martial arts for a few years.

Later, for some unknown reason, he was banished back to Sanmu Village and made a living by hunting.

That person has a health-preserving exercise.

Yi Yang had heard of the name; it was called "Yi Mu Health Preservation Exercise".

Yi Yang got up from the recliner and went inside to change into a cleaner short-sleeved shirt.

He thought for a moment, then pulled out a small cloth bag from behind the rice jar. Inside were a few blackened copper coins and two small pieces of dried ginseng rootlets.

It's simply not proper to ask someone for a favor empty-handed.

The hunter Zhou Liang's courtyard was on the west side of the village. Yi Yang walked along the winding village path there.