As usual, Xing Tian got up very early. Looking at the water splashing on the green tiles of the eaves from the rain outside, Xing Tian moved his still sore arms. In the drizzle of drizzle, he lit the fire and washed his hands.
Clean the rice and quickly prepare a breakfast.
It wasn't until the casserole on the fire started rolling out steam, and the fragrance of rice could be smelled in the nose, that the light rain outside gradually stopped, and at this moment, the sky had not yet completely turned bright.
"Xiaotian, I've told you many times, I just need to make breakfast!" A middle-aged man walked out of the back room and sighed when he saw his son still preparing the meal early as usual.
He took a breath, with a hint of love in his tone.
He is Xing Yuanshan, the father of Xing Tian, and a famous bricklayer in Wajin Village.
The soil around Wajin Village is of excellent quality and is most suitable for making tiles, glazed tiles, jade tiles, iron pattern tiles, glazed tiles, bricks and mud tiles. Even throughout the Zhao Dynasty, this was the place where building tiles were produced. It is said that
, even the royal family built their mansions, and tribute was paid from here. However, in the countryside and mountains, lowly bricklayers were not looked down upon by merchants, officials, or ordinary people. Therefore, the bricklayers worked hard, but their income was very small, and they could barely make ends meet.
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"Dad, eat it while it's hot. It's not right for me to do these things that I can do!" Xing Tian chuckled, filled a bowl of rice and handed it over.
Xing Yuanshan stretched out his hand to smooth the messy beard on his chin, took a sip of rice porridge from the bowl, then looked up at Xing Tian and asked, "Did you practice boxing again last night?"
Xing Tian also picked up a bowl, blew on the hot air, and then said categorically: "In this world, everything is inferior, but martial arts is the only one. Only by practicing martial arts can you get ahead, so this boxing must be practiced naturally."
"Hey, your father and I thought the same way when I was young. At that time, I practiced boxing and tempered my body all day long, dreaming that one day I could pass the martial arts test and stand out. However, as a result, I failed the martial arts test for four consecutive years. In the end, I still failed.
I'm not a bricklayer!" Xing Yuanshan picked up a chopstick of pickles, but he ate them with gusto.
"I know it's difficult, but if you don't try it, how will you know if it works?" Xing Tian's voice was a little deep, but unusually stubborn.
Xing Yuanshan thought for a while, stared at Xing Tian and said: "Why don't you know this, but practicing martial arts requires talent and qualifications? Your body has been weak since you were a child. The problem you brought from your mother's womb is a congenital defect. Even the martial arts instructors in the village
The master also said that with your physique, it is impossible to pass the martial arts test. It’s just that you have a stubborn temper. Since you were twelve years old, you have taken the martial arts test every year, but you have never passed it. For you,
Not only is it difficult, this year is your last chance. Counting the days, there should be three months before the martial arts test, right?"
"Yeah!" Xing Tian muttered, with a hint of urgency in his tone.
"Then, after three months, if you fail to pass the martial arts test, you can learn the art of cooking tiles from your father. Although you won't be able to become a successful person, you will not starve to death!" Xing Yuanshan said, but at this moment, Xing Tian was sipping rice porridge.
But he didn't plan to talk anymore. The old man shook his head and sighed. Knowing his son's character, he also started to concentrate on eating.
After the two men had breakfast, Xing Yuanshan walked to his tile field carrying tools. What he did every day was to make tiles, which was their only source of livelihood.
As for Xing Tian, he put away the bowls and chopsticks, then walked to the yard alone, took a deep breath, and did the starting position of the "Five Tigers Shaoyang Fist".
There are nine levels in this set of boxing techniques. Xingtian has been practicing hard for several years, but he has just reached the fourth level. And according to what the master in the village martial arts hall said, if he wants to pass the martial arts test, he has to practice to the seventh level. He can do
You can go to the 'Open Monument Gravel'.
If you practice this kung fu to the highest ninth level and reach this state, it is called 'body tempering'. When a warrior practices martial arts, body tempering is the first step. If body tempering fails, everything after that will be nonsense. And now
In the village, the only person in the village that Xing Tian had seen succeed in body tempering was the martial arts master who taught them.
Xing Tian didn't know the specific martial arts realm. In this remote Wajin Village, or even in several surrounding villages, there were very few people who could truly reach the body tempering realm and pass the martial arts test. And even if the body tempering was successful,
The journey to martial arts is just a baby's first steps, and after tempering the body, no one in the village knows about the more advanced realm, and naturally no one talks to Xingtian. Therefore, in Xingtian's view, it is possible to achieve the realm of tempering.
The realm is already quite powerful.
Xingtian was seen punching like the wind. A set of punches was both structured and powerful. Soon, after the set of punches was finished, Xingtian was already sweating on his forehead and breathing a little heavily.
"If your physique is not good enough, then hit it a few more times. At least hard work can make up for your weakness!" Xing Tian thought to himself, but he rested for a few breaths and continued to practice.
This set of Five Tigers Shaoyang Boxing Tian was beaten four times before he stopped. At this moment, he was sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, his muscles were weak, and he had no strength at all.
However, Xingtian only rested for a while this time. When he calmed down a little, he put up the starting position again and continued to practice.
In the corner outside the courtyard, Xing Yuanshan, who had walked not far and then turned back, looked at the young man practicing boxing hard in the courtyard with a look of distress on his face.
"This kid knows he can't do anything, but he still wants to do it. It's a pity that fate has played a trick on him. He is born with deficiencies and has a weak constitution. How can he make up for it by just practicing hard? If he wants to improve his physique, he needs good medicine to supplement it!"
Xing Yuanshan looked depressed. He was just a bricklayer, and he had no way to help his son with martial arts training.
But this time when he saw Xing Tian working so hard, he gritted his teeth, took out a small bag of broken silver from his pocket, squeezed it, as if he had made some decision, and then walked towards the entrance of the village.
At this moment, other families in the village were getting up one after another, and smoke was gradually rising from the roofs.
Xing Tian, who had fought the Five Tigers Shaoyang Fist twice more, was really exhausted at this moment. Although the Five Tigers Shaoyang Fist was a low-level 'body-tempering' boxing technique, its 'body-tempering' effect was also extraordinary. After one set of punches,
All the muscles and bones in the whole body can be trained, and Xing Tian does every move with great care. Even if the master who teaches boxing is present, there will never be any flaws, so the body tempering effect brought by boxing is quite obvious.
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However, Xingtian's physique is inherently deficient. For ordinary people, the effect of one boxing session would have to be practiced twice, three times, or even four or five times. Otherwise, it would be difficult to keep up with the progress of others. It is just a 'martial arts test'
This is just an exam. Who is a normal person who doesn’t study hard and practice hard? Even if he practices hard, the passing rate is less than 20%, let alone people like Xing Tian who are inherently deficient.
After the punch, Xing Tian returned to the room and wiped himself off. Then he sat quietly at a table, dipped his pen in ink, and drew on a piece of paper.
This is one of Xingtian's hobbies and a way for him to relax. Because of his frailty and illness, Xingtian could not walk like a normal child at the age of three, but at that time, he could already hold a pen and start sketching everything he saw.
From flowers, birds, fish and insects, to mountains, rivers and mountains, he has painted almost everything in the past ten years. Although he did not have the guidance of a famous teacher and relied entirely on his own exploration, Xing Tian's painting skills are outstanding.
"If you can't pass the martial arts test and you don't want to be a bricklayer like your father, maybe you can become a painter!" This is what Xing Yuanshan said most often.
Xing Tian was very dissatisfied with this. Neither Xing Yuanshan nor Xing Tian knew what a real painter looked like, nor what social status a painter had, nor did he know that a painter could make money. Country people, with their short knowledge, had little idea about Xing Tian.
To him, this is just a way to deal with the boredom. Of course, he also quite likes it.
Apart from that, Xing Tian didn't think about anything else.
He moved the pen gently, embellishing horizontal strokes, sometimes thick ink, sometimes light splashes, alternating thick and light, and the strokes were staggered, completely neither dry nor burnt, just right. As time went by, Xing Tian's breathing slowly changed from the previous rapidity to lighter.
Slowly, it seems that the whole person has merged into the brush strokes and merged into the layer of paper.
For the last stroke, Xing Tian raised his writing wrist, then put the bamboo pen aside, and a picture of green bamboo after the rain also appeared on the paper.
The rain is the rain that just fell in Wajin Village, and the bamboo is the green bamboo planted in the corner of the courtyard. It can be said that it is lifelike, with a free and easy artistic conception, a kind of freedom and uprightness vividly on the paper, which combines the aloofness and uprightness of the green bamboo and the kind of feeling in the wind and rain.
Stubborn and freehand, dripping and delicate.
The wind can't blow it, and the rain can't crush it. It seems that this green bamboo is his Xingtian. No matter how strong the wind and rain are, he has nothing to fear.
Xing Tian admired it for a moment, but nodded to himself. The painting was finished. Xing Tian also recovered some physical strength and his mood improved a lot.
He looked up at the sky, put the paper away, and then went to the stove to seal the fire with charcoal ash, leaving only a little red charcoal in it, so that the fire could be kept alive for a long time. Then Xingtian locked the courtyard.
He opened the door, took some dry food and walked towards the east of the village.
There is the only martial arts hall in the village. Basically, children aged twelve to fifteen in the village will go to the martial arts hall to learn boxing at this time. Of course, you have to pay money, sixty cents a month. For Xing Tian
For example, you can buy six full bowls of fish at Cuntou Restaurant, which is a huge sum of money.
There are not many rich people in the village, but no one in the village saves this money, because as long as they can pass the martial arts test, they can at least be a martial arts master in the village. A student can earn sixty cents a month, ten cents.
That’s 600 words per student, which is an astronomical figure.
And this is only the minimum achievement after passing the martial arts test. If you have good qualifications and enter the great sect or the Great Wuzong in the future, you will truly have a rapid rise. Even in the Great Zhao Dynasty, you will be granted the title of marquis and prime minister.
Therefore, Xing Tiancai said that learning martial arts is what men should do.
Following the slightly muddy village path after the rain, Xing Tian quickly arrived at the entrance of a large courtyard. This courtyard was obviously more luxurious than ordinary people's homes. It turned out to be made of green bricks and tiles. The door was one foot high and a plaque hung in the middle of the beam.
, wrote "Xuewutang". This handwriting is full of dragons and phoenixes, and it is also majestic and powerful. However, in Xingtian's opinion, it is mostly showing off and is not as good-looking as his own writing.
There is an old man sitting on the stone bricks at the door, his eyes are half closed, and the wrinkles on his face are like ravines, but his age cannot be seen, but he must be past his destined age.
When Xing Tian came here, he bowed to the old man as usual.
Everyone in the martial arts hall knew this old man, but he never spoke and was only responsible for guarding the door, so he got the nickname "Old Mute". No one usually respected him, let alone ignored him. However, Xing Tian always treated the old man mute every time he came.
Salute, just because every time Xing Tian practices boxing until very late, he always leaves much later than other students. The old man can only wait here without any complaints. Therefore, Xing Tian feels guilty, and also because his father taught him to know how to understand since he was a child.
Etiquette, so this rule has become a habit.
The old mute didn't say a word and seemed to be taking a nap. Xing Tian didn't care. After saluting, he walked into the martial arts hall.
There are already some hard-working students coming here to practice martial arts, or practice boxing, or lift weights, and they look full of energy.
But at this time, when several students saw Xing Tian, they looked at each other with expressions of teasing and disdain. They walked over in a few steps, and the first boy shouted at Xing Tian: "Hey, little loser, why are you doing this again?"
Are you here? Didn’t I tell you yesterday that people like you are only qualified to go home and work as bricklayers?"
"Yes, yes, you are congenitally weak, lack of energy and blood, and you still practice crappy martial arts, so you'd better get out of here as soon as possible!" Behind the young man, several people also said with a sneer.
"Xu Jiang!" Xing Tian looked at the young man in front, but he frowned, with a look of anger in his eyes.
Xu Jiang, the son of Xu Jin, a squire of Wajin Village, was born with excellent physical fitness. Because of his wealthy family, he could keep up with the daily diet. Coupled with diligent study and hard training, he had already mastered the Five Tigers Shaoyang Boxing to the sixth level. It is said that in the near future
He will break through the seventh level, and then he will be able to 'open the stone monument'. He can be said to be the most promising person among his peers in Wajin Village to pass the martial arts test. Behind him are the sons of some bricklayers in the village, just because they are in
The workmanship of Xu Jin's tile field is naturally based on the head of Xu Jiang's horse and the saddle. However, Xing Tian's father, Xing Yuanshan, has always disagreed with selling his ancestral tile field to Xu Jin, so he was targeted by the other party at every turn, and the tiles he made were not sold well.
To put it bluntly, even the younger generation are often ostracized and bullied. This is because the tile farm in Xingyuan Mountain has been passed down for three generations, and its name is quite famous in villages and towns across the country, so it is remembered by the Xu family and is regarded as a treasure.
It's his fault.
Although Xing Tian was very angry with this kind of person, he did not intend to have any conflict with him. He firmly remembered what his father said: outside, you have to tolerate everything, and there is no need to argue with others about small things.
Thinking of this, Xing Tian suppressed the anger in his heart, ignored the other person and walked inside. However, soon, a very vicious words came from behind him.
"Trash, with the same virtues as your worthless father, you still want to get ahead for a bastard like you, just dream!"
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