Chapter 121 Husband and wife soldiers go into battle
Manager Xiao's eyes were red, and he rushed out of the dilapidated house roaring like an angry bull. Holding two spiritual tablets in his arms, he said with tears streaming down his face: "Master, Lao Xiao has found Madam's spiritual tablet. Madam's spiritual tablet..." "
When he said this, he choked up and was speechless. Xia Xun looked into his arms and saw that although Mrs. Yang's spiritual tablet had been wiped vigorously by Steward Xiao with his sleeve for a long time, it still had a lot of dirt and spots on it. Yes, those are the traces left by dried chicken droppings.
Even though Xia Xun was not Yang Xu himself, the already uncontrollable anger in his heart rose to its peak when he saw this scene. He smiled solemnly and said: "Old Xiao, keep my mother's spiritual tablet and don't clean it."
Manager Xiao was stunned for a moment and said in disbelief: "What? Madam's spiritual place is so stained, why don't you clean it?"
Peng Ziqi said: "Guanshi Xiao, the officials are going to have a lawsuit with the Yang family. This... this... mother-in-law's spiritual throne is just a piece of evidence. We can't destroy the evidence now."
Xia Xun said: "Ziqi, you are wrong. I don't clean it because I must let the head of the Yang family in Moling clean this filth himself. After that, I will..."
He turned to his family members who were slowly gathering around him and said word by word: "Leave the Yang family in Moling and establish your own name!"
Ever since he saw the situation at home, he knew that he had no way out. From now on, this would be his home, and these people would be his. If he, the head of the family, did not straighten his spine, the whole family would not be able to escape. If you want to be a human being again, you have to fight hard this time, and you have to fight even if you don’t fight!
Manager Xiao said with tears in his eyes: "Okay, okay, Lao Xiao listens to the young master, and Lao Xiao listens to the young master."
At this time, a burst of yelling came from a distance. The Yang family all lived in the same town, and the houses of the brothers were even built next to each other. It didn’t take long before a large group of angry men and women came to take advantage of them. Holding the hook and shoulder pole, he rushed over menacingly.
Xia Xun picked up a whistle stick, walked slowly outside, stood in front of the door, and shouted in a deep voice: "Those who don't know how to box and kick will go back to the yard to clean up the livestock carcasses in the courtyard of the house. Others will stand at the gate. Guard both sides of the gate. Anyone who dares to go further will be beaten with sticks and driven out!"
Peng Ziqi raised his eyebrows and strode to his side. Xia Xun glanced at her. Although Peng Ziqi looked dizzy, he said bravely: "Brothers in battle, husband and wife in battle. I will fight side by side with you."
Xia Xun smiled, glanced at her waist again, and said, "Don't use the knife easily."
Xiaodi shouted: "Sister Peng!"
Peng Ziqi turned around and saw Xiaodi snatching a whistle stick from a family member and throwing it towards her. Peng Ziqi raised his hand, grabbed the whistle stick with a bang, then took a step forward, turned slightly sideways, and met Xia Xun Each holds a stick in his hand, forming a splayed stance.
"Who, who killed my cow!"
"My family's mule..."
"What a courageous dog. My old sow is about to give birth..."
"His sixth aunt, those old hens in my house lay eggs every day."
A large group of men and women came in front of them, yelling and scolding each other. Xia Xun burst into laughter and suddenly shouted: "Shut up, everyone!"
This roar really stopped those people. After a moment of silence, one person shouted: "Who are you? You dare to break into our Moling Town and kill people and livestock! In broad daylight, you are not afraid of the king's law." ?”
Xia Xun slammed his whistle stick on the ground and said with a smile: "Wang Fa, what a joke, I was about to ask, if you knew Wang Fa, how could my family become like this? Who am I? Here is
My home, who do you think I am? I, Yang Xu, left home when I was young. When I returned home today, many wild donkeys, bison, pheasants and wild sheep emerged from nowhere and a group of rude wild males and females destroyed my home.
It’s a mess!
Even my mother's spiritual place... was stained by filth. How could I not be heartbroken when I saw this? You must be either my close neighbor or a member of the same clan, right? I'm very sorry. My home is very messy now and it's inconvenient.
Please go back to treat our guests. When Yang Xu is free, he will visit his neighbors and relatives from far and wide."
There was a commotion in the crowd, and then they suddenly remembered that this house and courtyard had an owner. However, this family was in a miserable state at that time, and He Tiao went away to a foreign country. There was no news for more than ten years. The tribesmen thought that
Yang Dingkun had already died outside. I didn’t expect that he would come back today. The child who was beaten and cried by the children of the same clan every time he went out, actually grew up to be such a majestic and strong man.
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"Stop pretending to be confused, making insinuations, and swearing! What kind of wild ass, bison, and ungrateful male and female? You...you...there are cow sheds, pig pens, sheep pens, and chicken coops, and you still don't know that there are people here."
Are you raising them? You just want to shirk responsibility by just saying "wild animals"? You killed three of my pigs. If you don't explain it clearly today, apologize or compensate for the losses, I recognize you as a relative. The dung fork in my hand is not
I recognize you!"
Although there are a few people who feel guilty and speechless for a while, most people don't care. When Yang Dingkun was here, weren't the old and young of the family bullied by the clansmen to the point where they couldn't hold their heads up? Now the old ones don't show up, so they must be dead.
If there is only one little one left, can he still establish a family and speak with a proud chest in front of his clan members?
Xia Xun's eyes widened sharply, and he shouted loudly: "Someone raised it? What kind of son of a bitch? The door to my house was locked by my father's hand! The deed of the house is still in my arms, Yang Xu. Who dares to smash my house?"
Open the door, invade my courtyard and house? Empty my house, insult my mother’s spiritual place, and turn my Yang family into a livestock shed for raising pigs and sheep? You tell me!”
"So, you did it on purpose?"
The person who spoke sneered: "Okay, Yang Xu, you little brat, you are more promising than your father! Go back to your hometown, don't tuck your tail between your legs, dare to do such a big move, okay! This account, I
Let’s make it clear with you.”
Xia Xun sneered: "Where did you come from as a wild dog?"
The man was only a few years older than him and was tall and tall. When he heard the voice, he shouted: "You little beast, I am Yang Wenwu, do you remember?" He waved the manure fork in his hand and threw it at him.
When Xia Xun saw him taking action, he was naturally not polite. He picked up the whistle stick in his hand and stabbed the tip of the stick towards him. As soon as he saw Yang Wenwu taking action, the unreasonable Yang family members immediately started to fight. As long as Yang Xu was patted
Get down, it's not up to them to say this.
When Peng Ziqi saw them using swords, guns and sticks to attack her men, she couldn't help but get furious. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, she shouted, and the whistle stick in her hand turned smoothly, moving like a wheel, and swept towards them.
Xia Xun and Peng Ziqi's stick fighting styles are different, but they are both sharp and cold. Fighting with a stick is not about skill but strength. As the saying goes: "Fists are afraid of young people, and sticks are afraid of old wolves." When fighting with bare hands, those with greater strength can have a lot of advantages.
, but the situation is different when fighting with a stick. The stick method does not advocate physical strength in martial arts, but pays attention to skills and methods, using both hardness and softness.
When fighting with sticks, you must consider the length of the two sticks, measure the distance, calculate the delay of time, determine the changes of the life and death sticks, the avoidance of the door of life and death, the advance and retreat of the old and young sticks, the control of the force point, and the inside and outside of the return point.
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Mastering these is equivalent to learning excellent stick techniques, so that you can gain the upper hand in combat. Therefore, although the two stick techniques have their own ingenuity, they appear to be roughly the same in appearance.
I saw the two of them advancing and retreating at the same time, cooperating with each other. The two sticks in their hands were like two dragons. They were invincible. Those people who were proficient in fists and feet were no match for the two of them. Wherever the two of them rushed, it was like boiling water.
The soup was poured on the snow lion, and the seemingly fierce opponent immediately staggered around and screamed in agony.
When those women who wanted to be mischievous saw these two men, they showed no mercy. They didn't care whether you were a boy or a girl. They were so frightened that they stayed away and did not dare to rush forward and cause trouble.
With the two sticks of Xia Xun and Peng Ziqi, even though there were many people coming, no one could step into the courtyard gate. Xia Xun and Peng Ziqi's offensive and defensive cooperation became more and more tacit, and their fighting became smoother and smoother. Right here
At that time, I heard an old voice shouting: "Stop! Stop!"
Then more people shouted: "Stop, the old man is here, everyone stop."
Now there are only three or four young members of the Yang family left who are still struggling. Now they are no longer surrounding Xia Xun and beating them, but are being chased and beaten by Xia Xun and Peng Ziqi. As soon as they heard the shouts and there was a step, they quickly retreated.
After driving away, Xia Xun and Peng Ziqi put away their sticks and stood side by side in front of the door. They saw an old man with white eyebrows in his seventies wearing a member's outer shirt. He hurried over with the support of others. When they saw the children of their own clan,
He lay on the ground, wailing and writhing, breathing heavily with anger.
Someone came over and whispered something to the old man. The old man moved his eyebrows and directed his sharp eyes at Xia Xun. Xia Xun was not afraid and stood there as if nothing had happened and smiled at him.
"Are you... Yang Dingkun's son Yang Xu?"
The old man spoke, Xia Xun nodded: "Exactly, who are you?"
Before the old man could say anything, a middle-aged man in a Confucian shirt who was supporting him shouted loudly: "You rude boy, this is the head of the Yang family in Moling. He is a generation older than your father. When you meet the elders of this clan, you still don't know how to do it."
A big ceremony to pay homage?"
Xia Xun raised his eyes to the sky and said calmly: "I'm sorry! When Yang Xu left his hometown, he was still very young and didn't recognize the elders in the clan. You can't just bring up a dying old guy and say he is an elder of mine.
I just have to admit it in a daze, right?"
The old man was very angry when he heard this, pointed at him and said: "You...what did you say?"
Xia Xun said: "When you see people's good deeds, many people agree with them; when you see people's wrongdoings, many people remind them. This is how elders treat others. As an elder, you should have a demeanor that makes people look up to you. Only in front of the elders can the younger generation be humble.
Be willing to inherit the teachings, be respectful and respectful. If you are an elder of your own family, you should educate your children, protect the same clan, be impartial, fair and upright, this is the way of the elders.
Yang Xu and his father had been separated from their hometown for more than ten years. When they returned today, they found that the house in the house had been invaded and turned into a cowshed and pig pen. Yang Xu never saw an elder from the same clan who came forward to stop it. His mother's memorial tablet was abandoned in a corner and was used by chickens.
The excrement and goose excrement were stained, but no elder of the clan came out to uphold justice. When Yang Xu was cleaning up his home, those who had occupied the houses violently came to beat Yang Xu, but no elder of the clan came forward. Now.
, an elder of my family just appeared, how can Yang Xu trust you?"
Xia Xun picked up the whistle stick with a roar, put it under the tip of the old man's nose, and shouted in a stern voice: "You said you are my elder, so I lay down at the edge of the well and took a look at your old face, from head to toe.