Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Zhangjia Village:

"Da Gui, you've really struck it rich! From now on, you'll be esteemed city lords."

"Yingzi, you're really something, having given birth to such an outstanding and capable son. You're going to enjoy a life of leisure from now on."

"Next time we see Da Gui, we should call you Master and Madam. Da Gui, remember to give us a meal in the future."

"And Xiao Yan and Xiao Cao, I never expected they'd also be born into the city."

"Brother Da Gui, my son pulls a rickshaw in the city. You'd better take care of him. I'll come to the city to have a drink with you sometime."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Qingshan has really prospered. Look, even Old Zhang and his son are bowing and scraping."

At this moment, Zhang Feng, the village chief's son, and his father, Zhang Youcai, both wore fawning smiles on their faces—the first time they had ever smiled like this at the people of Zhangjia Village.

"Nephew Qingshan." Seeing Zhang Qingshan's indifferent gaze, he quickly changed his address, "Lord Qingshan, my family also has a carriage, why did you have to call one from the city? By the way, don't worry, I, Old Zhang, will definitely take good care of your old house, and also your second uncle."

Zhang Feng also looked very enthusiastic.

"Seventh Senior Brother, rest assured, leave it to us, there won't be any problems. If any problems arise, just hold my old father accountable."

Looking at the two of them, Zhang Qingshan knew that with these kinds of people, as long as you remain strong, even if you curse them as dogs every day, they will still enthusiastically flatter and pander to your tastes.

However, once you show weakness, even if you were friendly to them before, they will immediately turn on you and kick you when you're down.

Whether you treat them well or badly is unimportant and will not affect their actions.

He didn't care about paying attention to her, and instead looked at his second uncle.

"Second Uncle, the house in the city is very big, and I don't need your food. Let's go together so we can look after each other."

Zhang Ergui was tempted for a moment, then shook his head.

"I have hands and feet, how can I, at such a young age, take advantage of my nephew?"

She glanced at a certain spot, blushed slightly, and looked a little embarrassed. "Besides, Qingshan, didn't you say last time that it's the time for your second uncle to make a name for himself?"

Zhang Qingshan understood: his old bachelor second uncle had gained some confidence and was now thinking about love.

The matchmaker I just saw was the village's famous matchmaker. I'd heard my parents mention her before. She was going to introduce a widow from the next village to my second uncle. My second uncle must have been interested and wanted to start a family, so naturally he didn't want to "live under someone else's roof."

Zhang Qingshan stopped trying to persuade him. It wasn't like he'd miss this opportunity; his second uncle was always welcome to come and seek refuge with him.

Just leave him some money later. When your second uncle gets married, give him a big gift.

Looking at my parents and sisters, they all had smiles on their faces and seemed to have become much younger. My second sister finally looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

Of course, besides the joy and longing, there was also a hidden worry and inferiority complex.

"Seventh Master, everything is ready."

A man walked over and bowed respectfully to Zhang Qingshan.

This was a manager among the businesses under the martial arts school, who led several carriages to assist Zhang Qingshan in moving.

After finishing our business, we set off back to the city.

I saw the Zhang family leaving.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Qingshan's already the Seventh Master. Young Master Feng, I heard you're also from a martial arts school. Is Qingshan different from you guys?"

"Did you see what that person looked like? He's a big shot, yet he greeted Qingshan respectfully."

"Fist is power; it turns out what that old storyteller said was true."

"We're rich, we're rich! Hehe, Qingshan promised to find my Dalong a job. They grew up together. Even if Dalong wants to practice martial arts, Qingshan said he can give him a discount. Our family has a powerful backer now."

"Pah, he was just saying it casually, and you took it seriously. Brother Ergui, widows are no fun. My wife's family has an unmarried niece. She's a bit strong, but she'll definitely be good at bearing children."

Zhang Youcai, holding his son Zhang Feng's hand, watched the departing convoy.

His small eyes were full of wisdom. "Precisely because he hates us, we should shamelessly try to befriend him. In this situation, at least we can make him continue to hate us, rather than actually attack us."

"Take action? Surely not, Dad?"

A look of fear flashed across Zhang Youcai's face.

"Hmph, not at all. This kid is extremely vengeful and vicious. Didn't you see his eyes? They were so cold they looked like he wanted to devour someone."

He looked left and right as he spoke, and said in a low voice.

"Do you really think the Rong family was slaughtered by the Black Mountain bandits? Think about it, the Rong family just broke Zhang Dagui's arm, and the next day, Liu Dalong, the brat next door, went to deliver a message, and that very night the Rong family was slaughtered. It is said that the murderer was just one person."

"And that last bastard of the Rong family, he was killed one day and the next day he showed his strength and became a big shot in the martial arts school, rising to the top in one step. Is it all just a coincidence? The more I think about it, the more ruthless this person seems. I could never have seen it before. This kind of person is like a dog that bites. It doesn't usually bark, but once it does, it's too late to regret it."

As he spoke, Zhang Youcai trembled slightly. That Rong family magistrate was such an extravagant person, yet he usually treated him like a pig or a dog.

Now, I heard that his head was smashed to pieces and he died a horrible death.

And his wives, sons, and daughters—that man really doesn't discriminate when it comes to food; he'll kill anything.

"Son, you don't have any extraordinary talent. Our kind family can't afford to mess with such vicious and mad people."

Zhang Feng opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

After thinking about it, I realized that my father was right; there couldn't be that many coincidences.

If he didn't kill him, why didn't he go after Rong Teng? We thought he was worried about other important figures, but it turns out he had already planned to eliminate him completely.

Not only that, he thought of more, such as the Black Mountain bandits who died at the mountain god temple outside the village that day, and Zhang Qingshan's good luck, as Wang Zhi mentioned, was that the leader who had caused them trouble had just died, and so on.

The calm face seemed to appear before my eyes. He didn't shout or yell, nor did he utter any harsh words. He just quietly killed those who offended him.

A chill ran through me.

Looking back on how reckless I was a few days ago, even trying to manipulate the other person, I realize that their indifferent gaze at the time probably meant they were thinking about how to find an opportunity to kill me.

My legs went weak and I almost knelt on the ground.

Suddenly seeing Zhang Ergui, he put on a fawning smile: "Uncle Ergui, do you remember me? You took care of me when I was little!"

.......

On the carriage.

Zhang Dagui and Qin Ying, a married couple, exuded a sense of high spirits.

I've lived half my life and never been as glamorous as I am today.

Even the wealthy old man was bowing and scraping, and there was also the flattery from other villagers. I never dared to be so open in my dreams before.

It's fair to say that if this day comes, even death would be worthwhile!

The second sister, Zhang Xiaoyan, kept muttering to herself, "Oh my god, we're going to be city people? Can we still be city people?"

Then he looked at Zhang Qingshan with even more concern:

"Brother, I wonder if those city people will look down on us from the countryside? Will they laugh at us for being old-fashioned? I've heard that there are photographers and people who ride two-wheeled vehicles in the city."

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang nodded repeatedly.

"Qingshan, we won't let you down, will we?"

Zhang Qingshan smiled.

"There are poor people in the city too, but no one will laugh at you. Not only do you have two-wheeled rickshaws, but I've also heard that there are armored vehicles that can run without horses, and electric lights that can shine without emitting smoke. I'll take you to see them later."

"Maybe one day we'll be able to enjoy that too."

"Impossible, impossible! People shouldn't be too greedy. We can't possibly live like this. Don't scare me, son." Zhang Dagui quickly shook his head, afraid that his son would continue to utter such rebellious words.

"Qingshan, even if you're capable, what you're talking about isn't something you can even dream of. Don't think your father doesn't know anything. Those things are rare even in Qinghe City. Only great figures in the heavens possess them. You dare to dream, kid."

Zhang's mother and second sister nodded in agreement.

"Third Brother, can we eat delicious steamed buns every day?"

Zhang Qingshan rubbed his younger sister Zhang Xiaocao's nose.

"Eat as much as you want!"

"Yay, my second brother is so great, he gets to eat steamed buns every day."

As he spoke, saliva was already dripping down his face.

Zhang's mother, Qin Ying, swallowed hard. "Son, how can we eat steamed buns every day? We can't live like this. We have to save money. I heard that everything costs money in the city."

"Qingshan, once we get to the city, your mother and I can't just sit idle. Let's see if we can find some work. If you have money, let's buy a rickshaw. I heard that if you don't have to pay a rental fee, you can earn a lot."

The second sister also raised her hand: "Me too."

Zhang Qingshan smiled and didn't say much. "Let's take it slow."

This is life, and the meaning of power is becoming increasingly tangible.