Becoming a Saint Starting with the Chasing Wind Leg Technique

As the sun sets, its golden rays fall upon the low eaves of Xiushui Village, where wisps of smoke rise from chimneys and the distant barking of dogs echoes.

Song Jing returned home carrying the meat he had just bought. He pushed open the creaking wooden door and saw that the yard had been completely renovated.

The old wooden table was polished to a shine, with scraps of cloth placed at the four corners to prevent slipping; the benches were replaced with new ones and covered with straw mats; new firewood was piled up next to the stove, and pots, pans, and utensils were all available.

Even more surprisingly, the leaky thatched roof has been repaired, and a new low fence has been built in the corner to enclose a small vegetable garden, where a few lush green scallion seedlings are swaying gently in the wind.

"Brother?" Song Jing was taken aback, somewhat surprised and distressed by his older brother's exhaustion: "This is..."

This is too much trouble for you.

Song Yi walked out of the kitchen, an old cloth draped over his shoulder, a smile on his face, but fine lines etched by time etched at the corners of his eyes: "You're back? Bought the meat? Perfect timing, the pot's already heated up."

He was five years older than Song Jingnian. He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a thick back. His hands were rough and his palms were covered with calluses, which were the marks left by years of blacksmithing, as well as his side jobs of carrying goods, pulling carts, and repairing houses.

He was dressed in coarse cloth shorts, with a small hammer at his waist, a blacksmith's tool.

Song Yi patted his shoulder firmly, "You are now a formal disciple with a bright future. Living in this dilapidated house will not only make you a laughingstock, but if you catch a cold from the rain while practicing and damage your foundation, who will I cry to?"

This house wasn't built for you; it was built for "the Song family's hope."

He paused, then his tone suddenly turned somber: "You're not young anymore, you're almost nineteen, you're not a child anymore."

Now that you've achieved some success at the martial arts school, it's time to think about settling down and starting a family. That's why I'm renovating your house.

"My old friend Li the blacksmith's adopted daughter, thinks you're a good young man and wants to strengthen our family ties through marriage."

Song Jing was taken aback, then lowered his head, picked up a piece of braised pork and put it in his brother's bowl, smiling as he changed the subject: "Brother, you eat first, I made it, I was just afraid it would be too salty."

Song Yi looked at him with a complex expression, a mixture of relief and worry: "Ah Jing, I know you have something on your mind, and I understand that your heart is not in this."

But one cannot spend one's entire life practicing martial arts.

You always need a home, a safe haven, to leave your legacy.

"You looked down on ordinary girls before, but this Li family girl is also a martial artist. You two are definitely going to be a perfect match!"

Song Jing was startled and looked up.

Song Yi ate with his head down, his shadow stretching long in the setting sun, like a silent mountain.

He knew that his older brother was over thirty and couldn't even afford to buy a new piece of clothing, so he saved up money to send him meat and eggs.

He told everyone that Ah Jing was a natural at martial arts, and that he needed to make sure he got enough nutrition so his body could grow strong and healthy.

"Brother..." Song Jing's voice was low and hoarse, "Alright then, I promise you."

Don't worry about me anymore, I... I really should think about settling down.

I already know what's going on with the Li family girl.

He said it, but he knew the truth in his heart.

He was just pretending to agree; he didn't want to go. He just wanted to make his older brother happy for a while. It was just a common, well-intentioned lie.

Just go and go through the motions.

We'll talk about it later when it's discovered; we'll reason with them and appeal to their emotions.

He was devoted to martial arts and had no other thoughts.

With the Heavenly Reward System at his disposal, the road ahead is long, how can he be troubled by matters of the heart? But he can't hurt his elder brother's feelings too much, or offend his brother's good intentions.

He could only make do with lying to him once to make him happy.

"Really?!" Song Yi looked up abruptly, his eyes shining. "You're really willing to go on the matchmaking?"

"Hmm." Song Jing nodded, picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks and stuffed it into her mouth, hiding her smile. "But you have to promise me you won't tell anyone I went on a blind date. It's embarrassing."

"No shame! No shame!" Song Yi laughed heartily, picking up the rough porcelain bowl. "Come on! Let me toast you! My Song family will finally have an heir!"

The moment the word "after" was uttered, the whole courtyard burst into laughter.

Fatty Chen raised his bowl: "Congratulations, Brother Song! I'll give you a tael of silver as a wedding gift when you get married!"

Lin Hou'er laughed, "Then I'll provide a new set of bedding!"

Lin Xiaochun blinked: "I...I'll embroider a mandarin duck pillow!"

"Get lost!" Song Jing laughed and scolded, "It's not even a proper deal yet, and you're already starting to divide my assets?"

Everyone burst into laughter, clinking bowls and chopsticks together, the aroma of wine and meat mingling with the laughter, drifting in the evening breeze.

The stove fire was still burning, the embers glowing red, reflecting the smiling faces.

The wine was not the inferior rice wine from before, but the signature rice wine of Li's Wine Shop, a famous wine shop in town.

After all, my standard of living has improved significantly since I became a formal disciple of the martial arts school.

It's spicy at first, but when you drink it now, it's as sweet as honey.

At this moment, Fatty Chen suddenly slapped his thigh, unable to hide his excitement: "It's all thanks to you, Brother Jing, that I can have such a feast, with fish and meat, and this fine wine from Li's. I never dared to dream of such luxury before!"

There's another piece of good news to share. Brother Jing, do you remember when you advised me to buy the ointment last time?

You're amazing! Brother Song! If you had told me earlier that the skin-blowing cream was going to go up in price, I would have listened to you and secretly stocked up on five bottles of the regular version!

And what happened? I sold them all a couple of days ago. I bought them for two ounces a bottle and sold them for four ounces! I made a net profit of two ounces of silver!

He grinned broadly, "I've never seen so much money in my life! Now even my sister knows I have good taste, and she asks me to decide what to buy every day!"

Song Jing smiled and nodded: "I only mentioned it briefly, and it's good that you seized the opportunity to listen to my advice."

However, you should be cautious and not be greedy. This upward surge might end soon, followed by a pullback.

"Oh, I'm not greedy!" Fatty Chen waved his hand. "I just think you're amazing! I believe whatever you say!"

At this moment, Lin Xiaohou lowered his head and ate his rice, looking slightly disappointed.

He had initially heard Song Jing say he wanted to stock up on the skin-curing ointment, but out of excessive caution and fear of losing money, he only bought two bottles, which he then resold, making less than a tael of silver in profit. Now, seeing Chen Pangzi making double the money, he felt uneasy.

"I... I'm just glad my sister and I are safe and sound," he said softly, his tone somewhat strained. "I just don't know... if my sister has the talent for martial arts, and whether she can achieve something like you, Brother Jing."

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Xiaochun raised her head, her clear eyes gazing at Song Jing with envy, which quickly turned into a sigh: "When will I be as strong as Brother Jing... then I can protect him, and he won't be beaten half to death like last time..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and her eyes reddened slightly.

Lin Xiaohou's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at her abruptly, his eyes filled with emotion: "Sister...you..."

His voice choked with emotion, and after a long pause, he managed to squeeze out, "Brother is so proud. You've grown up, you've really grown up..."

"There's nothing we can do!" Butcher Wang sighed. "Recently, warlords have been requisitioning grain, and pigs and horses are in short supply."

I heard they're going to train troops soon, and the whole city is busy collecting meat.

"If prices don't rise, I won't even be able to get any pigs."

Butcher Wang looked at Song Jing, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He paused, wrapped the meat up, and handed it over, saying, "Here you go."

Song Jing was taken aback, took the meat, and noticed that something was off about Butcher Wang. He turned and left.

Butcher Wang watched that resolute figure from afar:

"I'm waiting to see if you can really make it this way."

I was wrong before; I underestimated you.

Now you've brought honor to Xiushui Village, and I'd like to see how far you can go.

He once wanted to learn martial arts, after all, who hasn't dreamed of becoming a martial artist? Now he also pays attention to things between martial artists.

Unfortunately, they lacked connections and missed out on learning martial arts when they had the money. Only later did they spare no effort to support their children's martial arts training.

It's a pity about my eldest son. He once wanted to learn martial arts, but in the end he could only join the army and died without a trace.

The boy is now clamoring to learn martial arts, but unfortunately he has no way to do so.

I really envy that damned old man, Lao Song. He's got such good fortune even in death!