The next day, before dawn, Wang Gang got up early, washed himself with the help of his maid, and ran to Shou'an Hall without eating breakfast.
He originally didn't want maids to serve him, but when the maids heard that he wanted to wash his face and put on clothes, they seemed to have made some big mistake and knelt down to beg for mercy. Wang Gang had no choice but to let it go.
Wang Gang had traveled through time for a few days, and he was quite adaptable to everything else. Only the maid servants who served him felt awkward.
After all, he has a modern mindset and always has an equal attitude towards these servants who are slaves. It will take him a few days to change his mind.
However, the maids who served him felt that after the beating he received, the Third Young Master became a much kinder person. Apart from wanting to do everything personally, the servants still liked this change very much.
When Wang just arrived at Shouan Hall, a ray of light had just flashed across the sky, and the whole sky was still gray.
There were two people waiting for him in Shou'antang. One was Fang's mother next to the old lady, and the other was an old man in his fifties.
Originally, fifty years old was not considered an old man at all, but there was an air of old age about that man that made people ignore his age.
Mother Fang was a person close to Old Mrs. Sheng. She was originally a maid who accompanied her to marry into the Sheng family. Later, she was released by Old Mrs. Sheng to start a family. After giving birth to a child, she came back to serve her. She was treated like this for the rest of her life.
"Third Young Master, this Master Liao is the martial arts master that the old lady hired for you." Fang's mother pointed to the old man next to her and said.
Wang Gang immediately bowed to Master Liao as a disciple, and the old man's eyes flashed with a look of despair.
"I promised Miss to teach you for three years. I am not your master, and you don't need to perform the apprenticeship ceremony."
Master Liao's voice was a bit hoarse, and his tone was extremely flat, without any fluctuation, which made people feel uncomfortable.
Wang Gang did not show any discomfort, but said: "Once a teacher, always a father. Since Master Liao taught me martial arts, he is naturally my master."
Master Liao raised his eyebrows and said nothing. Instead, Fang's mother spoke.
"The old lady has something to say to the third young master."
Wang Gang said respectfully: "Changfeng listens to the teachings."
"The old lady said that all the Third Young Master's homework is arranged by Master Liao. It is up to Master Liao to decide whether to beat or scold him, and no one in the Sheng family can stop him."
Wang Gang knew that the old lady meant this not only to him, but also to Lin Sushuang.
This was a warning to Lin Sushuang that Master Liao had the power to deal with Wang Gang's studies and no one could interfere.
Mother Fang left after leaving her message, and then Master Liao came over with a ruler.
"Third Young Master, stand up and show me."
Of course Wang Gang has learned the horse stance, and Sheng Changfeng has also learned it, because the horse stance is the basis for learning to ride a horse, and everyone in the Sheng family must learn it, but it is not easy to do it well.
Wang Gang made a steady horse stance, Master Liao nodded, and then hit the inside of Wang Gang's left leg with a ruler.
The whipping was so severe that if Sheng Changfeng had been in the past, he would have been sitting on the ground wailing by now.
But Wang Gang remained unmoved and his legs didn't even tremble.
The brilliance in Master Liao's eyes became even brighter, and he slapped Wang Gang's other leg again.
Wang Gang frowned slightly, but remained unmoved and gritted his teeth and persisted.
Master Liao was very particular about these two strokes, which seemed to be very hard and made a snapping sound, but in fact, the ruler struck the numb tendons in the legs, which would make the legs numb but would not cause any actual harm.
Just from these two rulers, Wang Gang knew that Master Liao was a man with real kung fu.
Wang Gang has been practicing Baji Quan for several lifetimes, and even mastered An Jin. It is not an exaggeration to call him a martial arts master, but his kung fu only stops at An Jin.
Master Liao just did two tricks. Although he didn't use secret strength, his technique of using strength was very clever. At first glance, it was a true inheritance from his family.
After two strokes, Master Liao was very satisfied with Wang Gang, but he did not ask Wang Gang to stop walking. Instead, he dragged a chair over and sat in front of Wang Gang.
A quarter of an hour later, Wang Gang felt that his legs were weak, his forehead was sweating, and he could no longer hold on.
After all, Sheng Changfeng was just a child and had no kung fu skills. In addition, the wound had just healed, so he could only stand on horseback for a quarter of an hour.
"I didn't shout stop, the horse's pace was not allowed to stop." Master Liao crossed his legs and said in a deep voice.
Wang Gang perked up when he heard this, and his memory went back to the first Siheyuan world, when he became a disciple of the famous eighth-level boxing master Lu Quanfa.
Long-standing memories were awakened, Wang Gang's body slowly began to rise and fall slightly, his legs trembled regularly, and his trembling horse steps immediately stabilized.
"Hey!" Master Liao's eyes widened in surprise.
"How can you understand Ma Bu's true meaning so quickly!"
The horse gait naturally has to give the feeling of riding a horse. Wang Gang's body is up and down, which corresponds to the state of being on a horse. In this state, the horse gait is meaningful.
After Wang Gang walked on horseback for half an hour, he finally couldn't hold on any longer and sat down on the ground.
Master Liao stood up from his chair, walked to Wang Gang, squatted down and helped him massage the acupuncture points on his legs to connect his blood vessels.
"From now on, I will walk on horseback for half an hour every morning, then have morning classes, practice martial arts in the morning, and learn Chinese calligraphy in the afternoon. That's it for today. You go back and rest first."
Wang Gang slowly stood up, clasped his fists towards Master Liao, and left the courtyard of Shou'antang.
Master Liao went to revive Mrs. Sheng.
At this time, Mrs. Sheng had just gotten up and was having breakfast with her mother.
"Master Liao, what do you think? Does Brother Feng have any talent for martial arts?" Mrs. Sheng motioned to Fang's mother to bring a chair to Master Liao and they ate together.
From this we can see that Master Liao is not the old lady’s servant, they are equal beings.
Fang's mother has been with the old lady all her life, and she is not qualified to sit down and have a meal together. This is the order of hierarchy.
"Miss, the third young master has talent, and he also has perseverance."
Mrs. Sheng was a little surprised and put down her bowl and chopsticks.
"I rarely hear you praise people like this. So, Brother Feng is a good young man in martial arts?"
Master Liao shook his head and said: "It's only the first day, so it's hard to say, but judging from Third Young Master's performance today, as long as he persists, he should be able to inherit the military strategy of Yongyi Marquis."
Old Mrs. Sheng really couldn't eat now.
Yongyi Houfu is the natal family of Mrs. Sheng. It was originally a family of generals. Unfortunately, the flowers are not as bright as a hundred days, and the family of generals also has a lonely day.
Starting from the previous generation, the inheritance of Yongyi Marquis Mansion was showing signs of being cut off, and there was no one to inherit the family's martial arts and military skills.
This is not a problem for Yongyi Houfu's family, but a problem for all general families.
After the founding of the Song Dynasty, they emphasized literature and suppressed martial arts, and were even more on guard against the meritorious families who founded the country, so that many children from general families were forced to turn to studying literature, and even took part in scientific examinations, wasting their ancestral martial arts and skills.
art of war.
Coupled with the ruthless nature of the battlefield, many of the disciples of the Yongyi Marquis were killed under the iron heel, and their talents withered.
The heads of the Yongyi Houfu of this generation abandoned military service and became civil servants.
"If you continue to investigate more, if brother Feng is really talented as a military commander, I will shamelessly go back to my parents' house." Mrs. Sheng suddenly said.
Master Liao was very shocked. He didn't expect the old lady to say such a thing.
He knew that the old lady married Mrs. Sheng because she had a falling out with her natal family. For this reason, the old lady cut off all contact with her natal family after getting married and never went back once.
Even though Mrs. Sheng later spoiled his concubine and killed his wife, causing the concubine to kill the old lady's own son, she did not return to her parents' home to ask for help.
This time the old lady actually wanted to go back to her parents' home for a grandson born from a concubine of the Sheng family. How could Master Liao not be surprised?
"Haha, do you think that I suggested returning to the Hou Mansion just for Brother Feng's sake?" The old lady smiled mockingly to herself.
Master Liao rolled his eyes and understood immediately.
"There is indeed no successor to the Hou Mansion now." Master Liao sighed.
Old Mrs. Sheng also sighed and said: "I have been a brave man in charge of the government for generations, but I didn't expect that I don't even have a descendant who can take action now.
If Brother Feng is really talented, why should I shamelessly ask for a copy of the Hou Mansion's Art of War, just so that the skills of my ancestors will not be ruined."
Master Liao nodded and said: "It just so happens that Brother Bai is a good scholar. In the future, he and Brother Feng will be able to support the Sheng family."
"I can't hide anything from you." Old Mrs. Sheng said: "I originally thought that Brother Feng's qualifications were mediocre and far inferior to Brother Bai. Now he shows that he has good martial arts talent. The two brothers can take two paths, one in literature and one in martial arts, so as not to grow long.
Let’s fight.”
"Miss, you still have a profound view." Master Liao said respectfully.
Mrs. Sheng laughed at herself and said, "It's not profound, it's just that I've seen too many dirty things in the backyard."
Master Liao suddenly thought of a saying in his mind: "Parents love their children, and their plans are far-reaching."
Although Mrs. Sheng does not have a bloodline in the Sheng Mansion, she really regards the Sheng family as her own relatives and thinks of them in every possible way, even more so than her biological mother or biological grandmother.
