Siheyuan: Reborn Silly Pillar, Taking Control of the Entire Courtyard

The night was deep.

The snow in the front yard crunched underfoot.

He Yuzhu stood in the moonlight, the snow beneath his feet compacted by his footsteps.

He took a deep breath, feeling as if a fire was burning in his chest.

"Father, come here."

He didn't waste any more words.

With a stomp of his foot, he suddenly lowered his body.

The right leg is slightly bent, and the left leg is pushed off at an angle.

Hands loosely clasped at the waist, palms down, knuckles slightly white.

At first glance, this starting stance seems unremarkable.

But to He Daqing, it was like a thunderbolt striking his head.

"Eight Extremes?"

He Daqing's voice was extremely low, as if he was afraid of being overheard, or as if something was blocking his throat.

He stared intently at his son's posture, his eyes filled with shock.

Bajiquan is known for its "fierce and powerful" style.

It emphasizes "sticking together and leaning on each other," and every move carries the power to split rocks and shatter monuments.

This skill cannot be learned by just finding any master, nor can it be performed with such precision by a ten-year-old child.

He Yuzhu didn't answer, but said again in a deep voice, "Please, Father."

He Daqing narrowed his eyes, his mind in turmoil.

Where did this kid learn it?

He suppressed his doubts and sneered, "I won't ask where you learned this boxing style. But at your age, you think you can spar with your old man? You're still too green."

"We'll only know after we fight it." He Yuzhu's eyes were firm.

"well."

He Daqing gritted his teeth.

.

"I'll only use a third of my strength later. Don't go crying to your mother and saying that I'm bullying you."

He paused, then got into a fighting stance: "Come on, you go first."

"Dad, be careful."

Before he finished speaking, He Yuzhu moved.

He pushed off with his foot.

Snowflakes flew as he darted away like an arrow released from a bow.

With his right fist clenched tightly, he thrust it straight at He Daqing's chest with a whooshing sound.

Before the punch arrives, the wind comes first.

A hint of surprise flashed in He Daqing's eyes.

This kid's punches are so powerful and fierce!

He dared not be careless and dodged to the side.

His right hand, like a knife, slashed at He Yuzhu's wrist with lightning speed.

This move was both fast and ruthless.

If you get cut, your wrist will definitely break.

He Yuzhu reacted extremely quickly.

With a flick of his wrist, he transformed his fist into a palm, forcefully blocking He Daqing's hand strike.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

The two men touched palms together and each took a step back.

He Daqing was shocked.

Although I only used a third of my strength in that attack, it was still something a child couldn't easily block.

But this kid only took a step back, without even changing his expression.

This power is so strange!

He scoffed, "Interesting. Take another one of my moves!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved with agility.

With a swift movement, he appeared behind He Yuzhu like a ghost.

With both palms striking out simultaneously, a powerful gust of wind blew straight at He Yuzhu's back.

This move was both quick and stealthy; if it were anyone else, they would probably have fallen victim to it long ago.

He Yuzhu, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head.

Sensing the attack from behind, he whirled around, crossed his arms, and forcefully blocked it.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The impact forced him back two steps, and the snow beneath his feet was kicked up and splashed everywhere.

"father."

He Yuzhu steadied himself, his breathing slightly rapid.

"Your Tongbei Fist technique is indeed impressive."

He got into position again, a hint of excitement in his eyes.

He Daqing put away his contempt.

This kid is something else.

He took a deep breath, and his aura changed.

"Since you're so capable, I'll use only half my strength."

Before he finished speaking, he moved like lightning, his palms flying and overlapping, attacking He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu dared not be careless.

He brought out the full power and ferocity of Bajiquan.

Each punch carried the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, clashing head-on with He Daqing's Tongbei Fist.

"Bang! Bang! Smash!"

The sound of fists clashing was exceptionally clear in the quiet winter night.

The two exchanged blows, their fists whistling through the air.

On this cold winter night, both of them were sweating profusely.

Gradually, He Daqing found himself in a tough battle.

He had to increase his strength to eight-tenths.

Even so, he could only manage a draw with his son.

He Daqing was both shocked and furious.

When did this kid develop such superhuman strength? Is this something a ten-year-old should have?

And where did you learn Bajiquan?

He doesn't seem like a beginner at all—he's almost old enough to start his own school of thought.

If it weren't for the fact that the person standing in front of him was indeed his son, he would have shouted loudly.

"Hey! What kind of monster are you! Show yourself at once!"

With gritted teeth, He Daqing decided to use all his strength.

His eyes sharpened instantly, his muscles tensed, and his aura suddenly intensified.

He Yuzhu sensed a threat, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes.

He knew—his father was serious.

That's exactly what he wanted.

Only by demonstrating sufficient strength can one avoid obstacles when going out to do business in the future.

Once I get my things back, I won't be bombarded with questions anymore.

These days, strength is the only true measure of success.

The father and son clashed again.

The sound of fists and palms clashing was incessant.

He Daqing's all-out attack was like a surging tide, wave after wave, as if he wanted to tear He Yuzhu to pieces.

He Yuzhu, relying on the power and ferocity of Bajiquan, became more and more courageous as the fight progressed.

This was the first time he had used his full strength—only now did he feel that Bajiquan truly belonged to him.

It was as if he had practiced for decades, and his movements were now completely controlled by his will.

Suddenly, He Daqing seized upon a flaw.

He suddenly turned to the side and delivered a powerful punch to He Yuzhu's shoulder.

This punch, accompanied by a whistling sound, would surely cripple the shoulder if it landed.

He Yuzhu felt a chill run down his spine.

But he didn't panic.

He dodged to the side and raised his arm to block.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into his arm, making a dull thud.

The force was not as great as I had imagined.

He only used about 30% of his strength at the beginning of the fight—he knew that Lao Tzu had held back.

However, he was still small in stature and was knocked back a few steps by the force.

"Hmph." He Daqing withdrew his fist, his chest heaving. "Now you know how powerful your old man is, right?"

He Yuzhu rubbed his shoulders and smiled.

"Father, you are indeed formidable. I lost by half a move."

"A loss is a loss!"

He Daqing glared at him with dissatisfaction, but the anger in his eyes was gone, replaced by a hint of relief.

This kid has grown up.

Just then, a series of chaotic footsteps echoed from the central courtyard.

"Crunch—crunch—"

More than one person.

The father and son exchanged a glance and both stopped what they were doing.

He Yuzhu reacted quickly. He jogged over to the snowman he had just built, reached into its belly, pulled out a bundle, and then ran back to hand it to He Daqing.

Just as He Daqing took the bundle, two people walked out of the hanging flower gate.

Yi Zhonghai, Jia Laonian.

Yi Zhonghai was holding a kitchen knife, while Jia Laonian was holding a rolling pin. Both of them had a look of wariness and curiosity on their faces.

Clearly, they were drawn here by the commotion.

Not only was Jia Zhangshi's nose sharp, but her hearing was also excellent.

She vaguely heard some noise in the front yard, so she told Jia Laonian.

Old Jia was timid and didn't dare to come out alone, so he ran to call Yi Zhonghai.

They tried to call Xu Fugui, but he wasn't home.

"The Qing Dynasty."

Yi Zhonghai spoke first, glancing at the bundle in He Daqing's hand.

"Taking Zhu Zi out so late?"

He Daqing lifted the bundle in front of him, blocking Yi Zhonghai's view, and said casually, "Yes, I went out to take care of some business."

"What was that commotion over here just now?"

Yi Zhonghai stared at the bundle and asked persistently.

"Oh, I just ran into a petty thief while I was out, so I just dealt with him casually," He Daqing replied dismissively.

"If Zhu Zi wants to learn, I'll show him a couple of moves."

"How can I possibly say anything to you, Great Qing?" Yi Zhonghai frowned and said with a "concerned" expression.

"It's so dangerous outside! Zhu Zi is so small, why are you taking him out? If something happens, you'll regret it."

"Yes, yes!" Old Jia quickly chimed in.

"Don't take Zhuzi out at night anymore. If Zhuzi is bored, tell him to come play with my Dongxu."

As he spoke, he craned his neck to see what was inside the bundle.

"It's terribly cold outside," He Daqing said, not wanting to waste time talking to them. "Go back."

After saying that, he picked up his bundle with one hand and pulled He Yuzhu with the other, and started to walk towards the hanging flower gate.

The two men did not move.

They exchanged a glance and both saw greed in each other's eyes.

Yi Zhonghai spoke again: "Great Qing, what good stuff have you gotten your hands on?"

"It's nothing," He Daqing said casually. "If the child doesn't have milk to drink, we have to think of something, right?"

"You've managed to get some meat again?" Yi Zhonghai didn't smell any fishy smell, and a thought struck him—there definitely wasn't chicken in the bundle.

"Aren't you being a bit too nosy?" He Daqing's face darkened, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure.

"Great Qing, please don't misunderstand! Please don't misunderstand!"

Yi Zhonghai licked his lips, a fawning smile appearing on his face.

"I just wanted to ask—could you get us some too? We haven't had any meat in months! The kids are craving it."

"Yes, yes!" Old Jia nodded hurriedly. "My Dongxu is almost unrecognizable from thinness! Qing Dynasty, please help us! We'll give you money!"

"I really can't help with this," He Daqing shook his head.

"The Qing Dynasty".

Yi Zhonghai persisted, his tone laced with a threat, "You're a head chef at a fancy restaurant, why don't you just let a little bit slip by? We're all neighbors, we see each other all the time, you can't just keep it all to yourself, can you?"

"That's right, that's right!" Old Jia chimed in, "We're not taking it for free, we'll pay!"

He Daqing stopped.

He slowly turned around and stared at Yi Zhonghai.

The moonlight shone on his face, making his expression look particularly gloomy.

"Damn it, Yi Zhonghai—"

His voice was very low, yet it was like ice shards, sending chills down one's spine.

"Am I being too polite to you?"