Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

Chapter 70 Family Matters

"You're back?"

Sister Yang quickly stepped forward, took the straw hat and raincoat from her younger brother's hands, and shook off the snow.

Seeing its owner enter the yard, Hei Zi stood up again, pushed the yard gate to close, then opened its mouth and bit the door latch, pushing it back into place, closing the gate in one smooth motion.

It followed its owner with its tail twirling, chasing them all the way to the front door and then into the house.

Because of her outstanding performance at the martial arts arena that day, she risked her life to save the Yang sisters. In the midst of the chaos, she also used her keen sense of smell and alertness to find Yang Silang and bring him to the group.

For this, he lost half of his tail and had seven or eight cuts all over his body, making him a treasure in everyone's hearts.

Aside from not being able to eat at the table or sleep on the heated brick bed, their treatment was basically top-notch.

Even the doghouse in the corner was demolished and rebuilt by craftsmen, becoming the only all-brick building in the courtyard, creating a rather luxurious doghouse.

When asked by his elder sister, Yang Silang replied with a smile.

"You're back, sis."

"Where's Nannan?"

"Your little sister is playing with her. Sit down and have a cup of hot tea. Haven't eaten yet? I'll make you something right away."

The two entered the main house. The house was not originally built with floor heating, but there was a brazier inside, which was much better than the freezing cold outside.

The little girl, dressed in thick clothes, was round and adorable and was playing with her fifth sister. When she saw Yang Silang, she sweetly called him "Uncle" and rushed over.

Yang Silang laughed heartily, picked up Nannan, and then gently bounced her in the air, making Nannan giggle.

My niece just lost her father three months ago—well, maybe not at all.

The little girl is too young. All she knows is that the man she called "father" never appeared again. Her mother said he went to a very far place.

She was raised by Sister Yang. Manager Zhou wanted a son and was very cold to her, the girl born to his concubine. Nannan didn't have a deep impression of this dignified man who called her "father".

Her father wouldn't play with her, hug her, coax her, or buy her any treats. Even if he did, he would give them all to "Auntie's" daughter, whom she called "Sister." So when he left, he left; it wasn't a big deal.

After playing for a while, he put Nannan down and turned to stop Yang Wumei, who was tiptoeing and trying to sneak away to the kitchen with Sister Yang.

"What did you learn at the martial arts gym today?"

"How is your stance training progressing?"

Yang Wumei stood still with a bitter face and honestly replied that today she had learned the Xiaoshan Fist, which was taught to the outer disciples of Zhenshan Martial Arts School, and had practiced on plum blossom stakes for two hours.

Back then, she wanted her fourth brother's help to avoid being harassed by her eldest sister who was constantly looking for a husband for her. But unexpectedly, she was led into the world of martial arts by some twist of fate.

For the first few days, she was half-hearted in her studies, thinking that maybe her fourth brother was just saying it and would stop mentioning it after a while. He couldn't possibly supervise her martial arts practice every day, could he?

Little did she know that her fourth brother supervised her every day without fail, making her back ache and causing her endless suffering.

After witnessing the tragedy at the martial arts arena and the brutal killings of that day, she knew that she had to practice martial arts well enough to stop complaining and persevere no matter how difficult the training was.

Because a number of wealthy and gentry were either killed or injured that day, and even more civilians were trampled to death, afterwards everyone, rich or poor, wanted to learn martial arts to defend themselves, and all the martial arts schools became very wealthy.

The martial arts school is bustling with activity now. She was originally the junior sister, but now she has been forced to move up many places in the ranking.

only……

Yang Wumei was inwardly distressed. Her fourth brother was a training fanatic who had passed the Copper Skin and Iron Bones test in a year, so he couldn't stand her no matter what. He felt that she was too slow and not training enough, which greatly discouraged her.

Fifth Sister suppressed her inner thoughts and practiced a set of Xiaoshanquan (a type of Chinese martial art) in the narrow room. Her movements were powerful and skillful.

Xiaoshanquan and Taizu Changquan are not the same style. The latter is based on the principle of using force to form a fist, and follows a wide and open style; the former is a martial art of the Jianghu, which emphasizes face-to-face combat and has fierce moves.

Yang Silang had never learned this style of boxing, but he saw that Fifth Sister's foot landed steadily and solidly, and the power of her punch came from the root to the tip of her fist, so the basic principles of boxing were correct.

As for incorrect movements or failure to grasp the subtleties of the moves, these are not fundamental.

He nodded and waved, and the fifth sister, as if granted a pardon, ran out in a flash to the kitchen to keep her eldest sister company.

A moment later, the steaming hot food was served, and the family gathered together, eating and chatting.

Because the brother and sister both practiced martial arts, the meal on the table was very substantial, with generous portions and meat, which made the little girl eat with her mouth full of oil.

Despite the freezing weather, the eldest sister warmed up a pot of wine for Silang. She managed the household chores and took good care of her younger siblings and children.

Yang Silang slowly sipped his wine, listening to the two sisters chat about everyday matters.

Fifth Sister has been talking less about the girls' school lately, but more about the disciples at the martial arts school, how hard they practice martial arts, and how strict their master is. Eldest Sister, on the other hand, told Fourth Brother that the neighbor next door is willing to accept the Yang family's offer and sell the courtyard.

He was also a man of misfortune. His head of household died in the turmoil at the martial arts training ground. He intended to sell the house and return to his hometown. He inquired among the neighbors to see if anyone was willing to take over. His house was a third larger than the Yang family's, and the price was fair, only a hundred or so taels of silver.

Upon receiving the news, Yang Silang asked his eldest sister to inquire. Now that he had received the truth, he immediately made a decision. He said that he would give his eldest sister the money the next day and ask the village head to act as a middleman to buy the neighbor's yard and sign the contract. Next spring, he would demolish the wall between the two yards and do some simple renovations.

His small courtyard was considered a haunted house because of the death of Gao Laodao. He managed to snag it at half price. Besides himself, he needed to house three female relatives, so the three main rooms were rather inconvenient.

The main hall served as a reception room, dining room, study, and other functions for family activities. Of the other two rooms, Yang Silang, as the head of the family, occupied one room by himself, while his eldest sister, fifth sister, and daughter squeezed into the remaining room, making their living conditions rather cramped and cramped.

Moreover, the fact that the two houses and courtyards were combined made it convenient for him to practice martial arts.

Sister Yang was overjoyed. Ever since she was released by the Zhou family, she had been taking on some needlework every day and living a peaceful life. She was quite content with her quiet life with her siblings and daughter.

Being a concubine is not a good life. The master does not favor her, and the first wife is a sharp-tongued person. She was abandoned at the martial arts arena that day, so she might as well not be a member of the Zhou family.

With Manager Zhou dead, she was able to take Nannan away from the Zhou family, like a caged bird escaping its cage. She felt a huge burden lifted off her shoulders, and finally, a smile returned to her face. She had even gained some weight in the past few months.

However, living in the small courtyard every day also gave her some worries. The space was so small, and her younger sister would eventually get married, her younger brother would get married, and her daughter would grow up.

Once my brother's wife enters the family, she will surely have children with my younger brother. Will there be any place for her and her children to stay in this small courtyard?

If the courtyard is bigger, the family members won't have to squeeze together, and there will definitely be fewer conflicts. When Nannan gets older, she will go out to work and save some money for Nannan. She can't let her younger brother keep spending money, otherwise his wife will complain in the future.

Yang Silang decisively settled the matter of buying the courtyard.

Under the candlelight, Yang Silang's face was slightly flushed from drinking. He quietly enjoyed the feeling of being in his home, finding the wine particularly delicious.

After settling in after the meal.

The eldest sister and the little girl went to sleep first, while the fifth sister stood in the house practicing her stance.

Yang Silang then returned to his bedroom.

There was only a narrow bed, a waist knife, a round shield, and a longbow hanging on the wall, and a spear standing next to the wardrobe on the floor. There was nothing else.

The room was simple and tidy, just like Yang Silang's life, which consisted of practicing martial arts every day, a monotonous and simple, repetitive and efficient routine.

He stood on the open ground, assumed a stance, and entered a state of spiritual clarity within a few breaths. He then began to practice the Five Qi Toad Strength that he had just learned that day.

After standing for a while, when my blood and energy were flowing freely and my body felt warm and light, I began to gradually slow down my breathing, and long, drawn-out inhalations and exhalations filled the room.

The empty room was filled only with the sound of strong breathing, like the working of a bellows.

He took a deep breath only after slowing his breathing to his current physical limit.

Gudong!

He tilted his head back, inhaled a deep breath into his mouth, then through his throat, into his esophagus, and into his body, using his qi and blood to aid its circulation, experiencing the sensation of it flowing through his five internal organs.

At first, if you cannot hold your breath and complete a full cycle of Qi, the Qi in your abdomen will dissipate.

He was not discouraged and continued to try. When he practiced until his throat and internal organs ached, he knew that he had overdone it and injured his body.

If it were an ordinary martial arts master, they would have to stop and rest for several days, and would also need to use precious medicinal herbs and pills to regulate their body. Only after they have recovered can they continue to train.

The Steel-Dirty Martial Arts Master is difficult to train and takes a long time to master. The most difficult hurdle is the inability to regulate the five internal organs.

However, none of this was a problem for him.

"Rejuvenation!"

At night, Yang Silang repeatedly used his supernatural powers to readjust his body to its optimal state, and then pondered the training method of the Toad Strength.

at last.

As sunlight streamed into the room through the window, the voices of the eldest sister, fifth sister, and their daughter could be heard from next door.

quack!

A soft chirping sound rang out in the room. Though faint, it was like a first cry, full of infinite possibilities.

Yang Silang opened his eyes, his face full of surprise.

A light screen unfolds in my mind.

[Skill 1: Toad Strength, practice five times a day, 1/300, can be mastered in 300 days.]