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

In Yunwen Town, inside the Yi family mansion, Yi Xun was holding a teacup, listening to Yi Zhanzhi recount his experiences at the Lei Yun Martial Arts School.

When the boy talked about the master's guidance on swordsmanship, his eyebrows danced with excitement, and the new sword at his waist swayed as if he wanted to have the word "genius" engraved on his forehead.

Yi Xun listened with satisfaction. His proudest achievement in life was not how many shops he owned, nor how many fields and houses he had acquired.

It is Yi Zhanzhi.

At seventeen, with his Qi and Blood at the second level, he immediately became the disciple of Master Lei Yun Martial Arts School. As long as he took this step steadily, the Yi family could move up a notch.

They moved from wealthy families in the town to respectable families in the county seat.

By then, who will dare to bring up the old story of how he got his business by relying on his parents' favoritism?

Just then, Steward Liu Fu entered from outside the door with his head down and his steps were faster than usual: "Master."

Yi Xun glanced up and asked casually, "What is it?"

Liu Fu glanced at Yi Zhanzhi beside him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "A servant just saw that the master has come to Yunwen Town."

Before he could finish speaking, Yi Xun put the teacup back on the table.

"Has he finally figured it out?"

Yi Zhanzhi also raised his face, his expression showing a sense of "it should have been like this a long time ago" as if it were a matter of course.

Yi Xun snorted softly, "My brother here, he's lived for sixty years, and his brain is still made of wood. Selling the land and moving to town is such a simple thing, but he has to drag it out for so long."

As he spoke, he tapped his fingers on the table.

"Conservative, stingy, and obsessed with saving face."

"It's not too late to figure it out now."

Yi Xun looked at Liu Fu: "Now that he's here, go and take care of the land and house matters for him. Prepare the land deeds in advance, and find a broker to negotiate a lower price; money is the most important thing right now."

Yi Zhanzhi frowned: "Grandpa, when will those eighty taels arrive?"

"Don't rush, the money from the sale of the farmhouse will be sent to Lei Yun Martial Arts School first. The apprenticeship ceremony cannot be delayed," Yi Xun said while drinking tea.

Liu Fu stood still.

Yi Xun's brows furrowed, and his good mood after drinking the tea vanished completely.

"What are you still standing here for? Go now!"

"This concerns my grandson's future, what are you standing here for?"

Liu Fu swallowed hard, bent even lower, and said cautiously, "Master, the servant said... the master was wearing the official robes of the Sky Patrol Bureau, with a sword at his waist."

Upon hearing this, Yi Xun paused in his teacup.

Liu Fu forced himself to finish the second half of the sentence.

"Judging from the uniform, he is still a patrol captain."

The house suddenly fell silent, and Yi Zhanzhi's arrogant expression froze, unable to continue for a long time.

Yi Xun stared at Liu Fu, his eyelids twitching twice, and asked incredulously, "What did you say?"

Liu Fu dared not raise his head and continued in a low voice, "The servants said that the master was wearing the official robes of the Sky Patrol Bureau, and had a token and a sword hanging from his waist."

"nonsense!"

Yi Xun slammed his hand on the stone table, causing the teacup to jump and spill tea onto his sleeve.

"How could Yi Yang be a member of the Sky Patrol Bureau?"

"He was tested when he was sixteen; he was deemed unsuitable for martial arts!"

"An old man who's been chopping wood in Sanmu Village for decades, would the Sky Patrol Bureau even want him? And as a patrol captain?"

Yi Zhanzhi couldn't hold back any longer.

"You must be mistaken. There are many people dressed in black and carrying swords in Yunwen Town, and he's not the only one in the Sky Patrol Division."

Yi Xun seized on this sentence and his tone became even harsher.

"Yes, you must have misread it."

"How many people in the Yi family have actually seen him? They dare to mistake an old country man for someone just because his back looks similar?"

Liu Fu quickly nodded: "Master is right, the servant must have been seeing things. I'll go and scold him in a bit, but I couldn't keep my mouth shut and almost disturbed you, Master."

That's what he said, but Liu Fu felt a chill run down his spine.

That servant was none other than the coachman who had driven the carriage to Sanmu Village a few days ago.

I saw Yi Yang up close.

How could he possibly admit his mistake? Besides, who would be so foolish as to impersonate the Chief of the Sky Patrol?

That's not courting death, it's rushing to hold a banquet for the whole family.

But Liu Fu dared to keep these words to himself.

Yi Xun was a man who could not tolerate dissenting opinions.

Especially those concerning Yiyang.

If his brother, whom he had trampled on for most of his life, were to actually don the official robes of the Sky Patrol Bureau and become the patrol chief, wouldn't that be a promotion?

That was slapping his old face, and the slaps were loud and clear.

Yi Xun waved his hand with a sullen face.

"Go and find out the truth."

"Don't make a fuss, don't let Zhanzhi's matter be affected."

After Liu Fu left, Yi Zhanzhi couldn't sit still any longer.

"Grandpa, if it really is Great-Grandpa..."

"There is no if."

Yi Xun interrupted him, saying with absolute certainty, "I know better than anyone what your great-grandfather is capable of."

"The Sky Patrol Bureau isn't a place for collecting junk."

On the evening of the same day.

Wearing a black robe with red trim from the Sky Patrol Bureau, and a sword at his waist, Yi Yang returned to Sanmu Village along the path.

He didn't take the main road at the village entrance; instead, he went around halfway and entered through his own backyard.

Jiang Yuexin was washing rice in the kitchen when she saw his clothes, and the water in the wooden basin almost spilled out.

"Grandpa, whose clothes did you steal?"

Yi Yang glanced at her: "You silly girl, have some good wishes. Do you think I look like someone who steals clothes?"

Jiang Yuexin looked him up and down, then glanced at the official knife.

"picture."

Yi Yang raised his hand and tapped her on the head.

"Pack your things tomorrow and come stay with me in town."

Jiang Yuexin covered her head, but her eyes lit up.

"Going to town? Where to stay?"

"The house was provided by the government."

"Grandpa, I found a job as a doorman."

Yi Yang said it lightly: "They provide meals, lodging, and even clothes. It's better than chopping wood."

Jiang Yuexin stared at the token at his waist, remaining silent for a long time.

The girl isn't stupid.

Could a gatekeeper be issued official robes and a sword?

But she didn't ask any further questions.

Grandpa must have his reasons for not saying anything.

Yi Yang turned around and picked up the medicine packet he had bought on the way to town.

"I'll go check on Yang Hui. Lock the door and don't wander off."

The smell of medicine still lingered in the next room.

Yang Hui leaned against the headboard, her complexion much better than a few days ago, and her voice had returned to about 70-80%.

Zhou Liang sat on a small stool with two wild rabbits and a pheasant at his feet.

He was holding a short knife and processing the prey for Yang Hui.

When Yi Yang entered, Zhou Liang looked up and stopped what he was doing.

Yang Hui was also stunned.

"Oh my, old man Yi, have you gone to town to take up an official post?"

Yi Yang placed the medicine on the table and said rudely, "What official position? I'd be a doorman."

Yang Hui looked him up and down.

"They give gatekeepers such nice clothes? And they even carry knives?"

Yi Yang patted the scabbard.

"People in town like to show off. Even the gatekeeper has to maintain appearances."

Zhou Liang glanced at him but didn't expose him; he simply moved the pheasant to the side.

Yi Yang glanced at the wild rabbit, then looked at Zhou Liang, and then at Yang Hui.

"Did I arrive at an inopportune time?"

Yang Hui's face flushed, and she grabbed the rag from beside her pillow, ready to hit him.

"You old lecher, what nonsense are you spouting!"

Zhou Liang coughed and said somewhat embarrassedly, "Brother Yi, you can't say things like that. I have a family."

"I didn't say anything."

Yi Yang sat down by the door and said slowly, "I just wanted to ask if our timing was right, what's the rush?"

Yang Hui glared at him angrily.

"It's a miracle you didn't get beaten to death when you were young; God must have been dozing off."

Zhou Liang lowered his head to clean up his prey, his ears turning red.

Yi Yang knew when to stop.

If he continued, Yang Huineng would get out of bed and fight him to the death.

He pushed the medicine bag over.

"It's the same medicine prescribed by Dr. Hu, both for external and internal use. Don't skimp on it, use it on time. You've felt much better since I brought you this last time, haven't you?"

Yang Hui was sharp-tongued, but she held the medicine bag tightly in her hands.

"It must have cost a lot of money, right?"

Not many.

"Don't try to fool me. The clinic in town charges money just for smelling the medicine."

Yi Yang didn't respond to that, but instead said, "I'm moving to town tomorrow, and Yue Xin will go too."

Yang Hui was stunned.

The room was filled with the smells of firewood, medicine, and the blood of prey, which suddenly brought tears to my eyes.

"Really moving?"

"Um."

"That's fine." Zhou Liang nodded. "Even if the town is chaotic, it's still better than the village. Now that you have a job, Yuexin will be safe from any bullying if she goes with you."

At this point, his tone revealed envy.

"Brother Yi, your luck is amazing. After toiling away for most of your life, you've finally made it."

Yi Yang looked at Yang Hui and asked, "Do you want to go too?"

Yang Hui was stunned when she heard this.

"I?"

"Yuexin is young and doesn't know anyone in town. I feel at ease with you taking care of her. You haven't fully recovered from your injury, and no one cares about you living in the village. If you fall into the stove one day, no one will be there to save you."

"Pooh!"

Yang Hui cursed, but her eyes were a little red.

She glanced at Zhou Liang, who was busy tying up his prey and didn't look up.

Yang Hui understood Zhou Liang's thoughts better than anyone else.

Zhou Liang was kind to her because of feelings he had when they were young, but Zhou Liang had a wife, and the village was full of gossip; a widow's door is always a source of trouble.

Some relationships are too intense if you get too close, but it's better to keep your distance to maintain dignity.

She clutched the medicine packet, her voice a little hoarse: "Will I go and cause you trouble?"

"meeting."

Yi Yang answered decisively, and Yang Hui stared in disbelief upon hearing this.

Yi Yang added, "It's a hassle to cook an extra bowl of rice."

Yang Hui cursed, "You old bastard, can't you stop talking so dramatically!"

After she finished scolding him, she nodded.

"I'll go."

Zhou Liang stood up and put the prey away.

"I'll head back now. You guys pack your things, I'll help deliver them tomorrow morning."

Seeing that he was about to leave, Yi Yang asked, "Aren't you going to sit down?"

Zhou Liang shook his head.

"No."

He stopped abruptly as he reached the doorway.

"Brother Yi, is there really no follow-up to what happened with Yang Er?"

Yang Hui also perked up her ears.

Zhou Liang lowered his voice.

"Yang Da went up the mountain and hasn't come back yet. The villagers are all guessing that he's too busy with official duties to take care of his brother's funeral arrangements."

Yi Yang straightened the knot on the medicine packet.

"There are many errands to run in the county, so it's understandable that I'm delayed for a few days."

Zhou Liang looked at him, trying to glean something from that old face.

But Yi Yang still looked like an old woodcutter recovering from his illness, with droopy eyelids and thick calluses on the back of his hands. He didn't seem to have anything to do with the murder plot in the mountains.

Zhou Liang finally nodded.

"That's true."

He slung his bow over his shoulder and left with a faster pace than when he came.

county seat.

In the county captain's mansion.

The sky outside the window was dark, and the dim light inside the room was oppressive.

The county magistrate sat in a grand chair, his brow furrowed, the teacup beside him already cold.

"Yang Shuqing hasn't returned yet?"

Standing beside him was a constable, thin and gaunt, with cheeks as sharp as the back of a knife.

"Reporting to you, sir, there is still no news."

The county constable grabbed a teacup and smashed it on the ground.

Broken porcelain flew everywhere, and tea splashed onto the edge of the boots.

"waste!"

"Does it really take this long to handle my brother's funeral?"

The constable bowed his head.

"Perhaps the clues in Miki Village are complicated, and he's been held back."

The county constable sneered, his teeth showing in his smile.

"Is his brother more important, or is my situation more important?"

"If he hadn't brought back what I wanted, would I have spoken up for him in front of the captain? Would I have let him get the Bone-Strengthening Pill?"

"And the result?"

"The person is gone, the elixir is gone, and the cultivation technique hasn't been delivered either."

He stood up, the hem of his official robe sweeping across the chair leg.

"That 'Five Internal Organs Refining Technique' is something that can't be exposed to the light of day, understand?"

The constable bowed his head.

"Understood."

The county constable walked up to him, his voice low and menacing.

"Go to Sanmu Village and find Yang Shuqing first."

"If he is delayed by something, bring him back."

"If he wants to keep it all for himself..."

The county constable paused, his palm tracing across his neck.

"Clean it up and bring the technique back."

The constable looked up, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"I will depart tonight."

The county constable stared at him.

"Remember, keep it quiet."

"If this gets out, not only will you die, but I will be dragged down with you."

The constable clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"The cultivation technique will be returned to the adults."

He stepped out of the house.

A night breeze swept through the corridor, causing the lamplight to flicker. The county magistrate stood inside, staring at the broken porcelain on the ground, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.