FVN Chapter 43 Progress
Chapter 43 Progress
Yang Silang walked quickly through the alley.
The light screen in my mind unfolded.
Yang Silang
Lifespan (basic): 17/120.
Force (Basic): 180
Destiny: The journey is long, but it begins with each step.
Occupation: Servant (Reserve)
【Skill 1: Long Fist Stance (Basic Stance), practice five times a day, 1/30】
【Skill 3 - Taizu Changquan (Basic), practice five times a day, 1/60】
His professional identity has changed from a porter to a prospective servant. His strength, lifespan, inscriptions, supernatural powers, and equipment have not changed for the time being, but his first skill has changed from mud-walking stake to long fist stake.
Skill 2, Broken Blade Style, remains unchanged, but Skill 3, Taizu Long Fist, has appeared.
Surprisingly, based on five training sessions a day, Changquan Zhuang only requires 30 days, while Taizu Changquan only requires 60 days.
Of course, the system's requirement of practicing five times a day means that one's energy and spirit must be at their peak, and one must devote oneself wholeheartedly to the practice.
Ordinary people cannot do it, but with the blessing of the inscription and the supernatural power of rejuvenation, he can do it completely.
As for the stance training, it only takes 30 days. Even if Long Yiyan doesn't go all out today, when he uses the stance training to run away, he can still bounce around a few times in front of an Iron Bone Martial Master.
It is evident that my stance training is already fully qualified, which is why it only takes thirty days to switch to practicing long fist stance.
Furthermore, the fact that he didn't fall down immediately after being hit by Long Yi's punch indicates that his overall physical strength and coordination are much stronger than those around him. Taizu Changquan is not a particularly profound martial art, and sixty days doesn't seem like a long time.
However, upon further reflection, the Martial Arts Hall has given 180 days for training.
Yang Silang stroked his chin.
Perhaps it's because I've built such a solid foundation.
If we consider the progress of these things as 100, I've already gone 70 or 80, and even surpassed 100 in stance training, which is why I feel relaxed.
"I mustn't be arrogant..." Yang Silang suppressed the joy rising in his heart.
"A blind old man who frequented brothels suppressed me with a single punch."
"You're still very weak; you need to become stronger as soon as possible."
"If you want to be strong... then naturally you have to get beaten up a lot. That way you can learn faster and more directly."
"Since I have the Rejuvenation Divine Power, I'll beat him to death if I can't kill him."
With his mind preoccupied, he kept walking and soon arrived at Old Zhou's oil shop.
Grandma Yao was sitting in her usual chair, doing her accounts, when she saw Yang Silang and immediately rolled her eyes.
This disheveled fellow, who once pretended to be dead, scared himself so much that he soaked his pants and ruined a perfectly good silk cotton dress.
Now, whenever she sees this guy, she always feels a chill between her legs. How can she be happy?
In the past, Grandma Yao would have already yelled and cursed at this person and kicked him out.
just.
Yang Silang is no longer an ordinary porter, but a righteous citizen who has been commended by the government!
Not only that.
Rumors circulated in the city that Yang Laosi and his fellow villager carried the centurion over mountains and valleys to escape the bandits' pursuit, and even carried six heads with them hanging from their waists back to the city.
On the street, many people have witnessed it firsthand, and the stories are told in great detail.
This guy has likely seen blood, and may even have killed someone.
Thinking about this, Grandma Yao inexplicably calmed down.
Forget it, I'm only doing this because of the five taels of silver and the daily water allowance; otherwise, I would have definitely given this guy a piece of my mind.
Yang Silang bowed slightly in greeting, displaying impeccable manners, and then got straight to the point.
"Grandma, I've come to see my sister."
Grandma Yao snorted coldly, didn't answer, and turned her head to call out "Da Ya".
Soon, the curtain at the back door was lifted.
Sister Yang came out from inside, first bowed to Grandma Yao, and then pulled Yang Silang out of the shop.
"Little Four, it's been so long since you've come..." Sister Yang grumbled. "I heard from Fifth Brother that you went out drinking and carousing with Wang Daniu?"
"I know you have money and can even help me out, but you can't just squander it."
"Da Niu's sister also said that her brother came home with lipstick marks all over his face, and he didn't want to wash them off that night. He was still grinning like an idiot. He's really bewitched."
"That kid Wang Daniu, he's always been a simpleton with a dark heart. Do you remember when he was little, he stole his father's tobacco and almost burned the house down, and his father hung him from a tree and beat him?"
"You should avoid contact with him in the future."
"At this age, if you're looking for a woman, we'll find you a proper one. You can't spend money on shady characters..."
Yang Silang knew that once his eldest sister started nagging, she couldn't stop.
If you try to argue, your older sister will only twist one sentence into three.
He nodded decisively and readily.
"Big sister, I'll stay far away from him from now on, so he won't lead me astray."
"As for going to brothels, I'm never going again. Last time, my friend dragged me there against my will!"
Sister Yang was then relieved and her worries turned to joy.
Yang Silang noticed that his eldest sister looked somewhat haggard, her eyes were swollen, and her hands were much rougher than the last time he saw her.
"Sis, are you out of medicated oil?"
"No, it's just the peak season, there's a lot of work."
"Didn't we used to hire temporary staff?"
"Grandma said it's hard to make money this year, so she won't be hiring anyone."
Yang Silang's face darkened upon hearing this.
"What about Nannan?"
"My dear girl... Grandma said we should avoid having her with other men, and she won't let me take her out."
Yang Silang snorted coldly.
Grandma Yao hadn't planned on getting that house, and on top of that, there was the grudge from the urine incident.
Unable to vent his anger on her, he resorted to various methods to set rules for his older sister and torment her.
With the Zhou family's resources, hiring temporary workers is not a problem at all. With fewer employees, the eldest sister has to do more work. Even after bullying the eldest, the youngest daughter also gets caught up in the mess.
"I heard that Manager Zhou has taken another concubine?" Yang Silang asked in return.
"She's a woman with a tragic fate, and I can't give birth to a son." The eldest sister lowered her head.
Yang Silang sneered. He had money to take a concubine, but not money to hire temporary workers. However, considering that the new concubine would also have to work, his elder sister could have an easier time in a roundabout way. He didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
The eldest sister has become increasingly haggard over the past six months, but Manager Zhou has not paid any attention to her.
Yang Silang asked in a low voice whether they should leave the Zhou family. He said he could find a way. Anyway, they had a house and money, so they could survive without the Zhou family.
The eldest sister was shocked, thinking his idea was utterly outrageous—Fourth brother, I know you have plenty of money, but what will happen to our daughter if I leave the Zhou family?
The law doesn't stipulate that a concubine can take the children with her when she leaves home.
In theory, the child should call Grandma Yao "Mother".
Besides, there are only a few ways for a concubine to leave the Zhou family: being sent away to marry, being released, being divorced, or being given away for sale. The first two are fine, but if it's the latter, it might damage the reputation of the fourth son and the fifth sister, and make their future marriages difficult.
"Little Si, you can't think like that anymore. A woman follows her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog. That's my fate." The eldest sister looked resigned to her fate.
She touched her wrist; there was a lotus knot there.
"I now worship the Lotus Mother every day to pray for my family, hoping only to have a better life in my next life."
The Lotus Sect is a newly popular sect in Gongzhou Prefecture in recent years. It teaches people to drink talisman water and worship the Lotus Mother, combining Buddhism and Taoism. It also requires believers to donate gold, silver and family property. Yang Silang never expected that his eldest sister would also believe in this.
"Big sister," Yang Silang sneered, unable to resist teasing her, "they're talking about marriage between men and women."
"You're a concubine, not officially married to him. Why not enjoy a life of comfort here and suffer?"
"I don't care if you pray to gods or Buddhas, but the origin of this Lotus Mother is unknown, so you should worship her less."
The older sister's eyes reddened upon hearing this, and she whispered, "You don't understand," before turning and going back inside.
Yang Silang squinted as he watched his eldest sister's figure disappear from sight.
If I become stronger, but my sister is still unhappy, then what was the point of becoming stronger?
This isn't over yet.
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A month later.
In the martial arts hall.
Wang Daniu's eyes were swollen, and he squinted at the front with his mouth wide open.
"These soldiers really don't follow the rules..."
He looked at the prospective servants around him again, and they all looked like pigs. Only Yang Silang could still maintain his handsome features and look like a human being. He couldn't help but feel sad.
If there were any other way, who would have come up with such a wicked trick?
Thirty days! We were beaten up for thirty days straight!
Four times a day, and sometimes I'd glance at the dragon to lift my spirits a couple of times.
It's always more, never less.
What's even more despicable is that after beating someone up, Long Yi went off to drink and carouse after his shift, changing girls around him in turn, living a carefree life!
Yang Silang patted him on the shoulder.
"You forgot, our Instructor Long said there are no rules here to begin with."
In the arena, a dozen or so tin cans stood prominently in front.
Led by the two battalion commanders, Ma Qianli and Yan Tiansheng, every soldier in the camp wore a suit of iron armor, protecting their entire bodies except for a slit in their eyes.
Perhaps because they were protected by iron armor, the soldiers in all the camps stood up straighter.
Instructor Long, you are indeed powerful, but even if you smash through the iron armor with your bare fists, it wouldn't be easy, would it?
They were so badly beaten that they had no other choice but to resort to this underhanded tactic, and even managed to gather so many suits of armor from various parts of the barracks.
Seeing that the soldiers were fully armed, Long Yi sneered and pulled a long stick from the rack.
"You've mastered enough of the basics of boxing. Today, I'll teach you how to transform your fists into weapons—you'll learn staff techniques!"
He swung his stick and charged into the crowd.
hum...
With a single swing of the stick, Ma Qianli was whipped into a spinning top.
Everyone was terrified, and a pile of tin cans scattered and fled.