Chapter One Hundred and Thirty: Disciple Two in One
"How's it going? Are you interested?"
Just when Jiang Xin was looking at the mud and straw ropes left on the ground, a voice sounded from behind him. He turned around and saw that it was Yang Cunren who had just been talking to him in the lobby.
Along with this old man, there was a strong man carrying a box with unknown contents.
Not sure what kind of medicine the old man was selling, Jiang Xin looked back and forth and nodded hesitantly: "It's not bad."
"fine?"
After receiving Jiang Xin's answer, Yang Cunren was not annoyed, but laughed: "Okay, don't just look at it, come with me."
After saying that, Yang Cunren glanced at the strong man behind him, and then walked towards the south of the village. There was a place Jiang Xin had never been to. Not only was there no trace of people there, but even the courtyard walls were tall and large.
, it looks extremely strict.
Compared with other places in the village, it is quiet here. Even the most naughty children never come here to play tricks, presumably because they are afraid of being beaten.
Passing by the courtyard walls, Yang Cunren finally led Jiang Xin to stop in front of a courtyard gate. According to the classification, this is the most central area in the south of the village. Along the way, Jiang Xin saw no less than ten people patrolling
sculptures, and each one is accompanied by someone.
Ignoring Jiang Xin's thoughts, Yang Cunren pushed open the courtyard door and walked in. He was faced with a gust of breeze. When he walked in, he saw dozens or hundreds of piles of mud in an open space surrounded by a wall.
Outside, there are only two stools.
Sitting on the stool, Yang Cunren took the seemingly large box from the strong man's hand and slammed it in front of Jiang Xin: "Originally, I planned to make a clay figurine for you to take away, but I thought about it carefully.
After thinking about it, I feel that this is not appropriate."
After hearing this, and looking at the unknown box and various piles of mud on one side, Jiang Xin suddenly had some bad premonitions in her heart: "Old man, you won't..."
"That's right!" Yang Cunren nodded and suddenly grinned: "I think I will personally teach you how to make clay sculptures and let you sculpt the clay figures yourself."
Hearing this, Jiang Xin felt a chill in his heart. He didn't know anything else, but just from Yang Gang's words, "Five years to sculpt, five years to carve, and ten years to cultivate", he could tell that clay sculpture was not easy to learn.
He has a certain degree of confidence in his manual learning ability, but Jiang Xin is not so conceited just relying on this confidence to learn a method that has been passed down in other villages for at least a hundred years and works as magically as a magic weapon.
God knows what standards this old man has set for himself. If he has to study for two or three years, maybe everything outside has been settled.
He already has a lot of abilities, so he doesn't have time to get familiar with them and use them carefully. But now he is asked to learn clay sculpture, and he really lives up to the saying that he is too complex but not perfect.
After being stunned for a moment, Jiang Xingan laughed and said, "Mr. Yang, this is not good. This clay sculpture is a family tradition in your village. It would be inappropriate to pass it on to an outsider like me."
"I don't have such rules in the Yang family. I cover it up so that no one can see it. It's just to prevent people who want to learn from it and go out to cause trouble." Yang Cunren waved his hand: "I am now the head of the Yang family. In this land, what I say will be whatever I say. You don't have to finish your studies.
, can’t leave.”
Seeing that the old man's attitude was so firm, Jiang Xin could only give up the idea of persuasion and said instead: "Well, old man, how far do I have to learn before I can leave? You have to give me a standard.
My family is still waiting, so I can’t stay here for too long.”
Hearing Jiang Xin's words, Yang Cunren fell silent. He had not told him about Jiang Xin's family situation in detail before. He just thought that Jiang Xin was telling the truth now. Now he had to think about it carefully.
You have to set the bar too low. If this guy learns three punches and two kicks, he will only be able to embarrass the Yang family's sculptures. If you set the bar too high, if someone really recruits someone from the older generation of the family, he won't be able to beat him.
But he couldn't give in in front of a junior.
then......
"When I tell you to pass the test, you pass the test when. Don't think about being sloppy and trying to get past me!" Yang Cunren waved his hand: "Okay, don't give me nonsense, come here and study carefully, finish studying early and go out early.
"
Seeing that the elders who had moved out of the house and didn't know whether they existed could not frighten Mr. Yang, Jiang Xin could only sigh and sit down.
This sitting heralds the official beginning of his hard-working study career.
"Those of us who play clay sculpture, the methods we use may look powerful, but in fact they still belong to craftsmen. Craftsmen must have tools that are suitable for their work."
As he spoke, Mr. Yang pulled the box aside and opened it layer by layer, revealing no less than ten tools inside: "You are a novice, and the basics are very important. Let's start by recognizing all these tools.
.”
"The commonly used tools outside are probably wooden sticks, rubbing knives, plastic knives and the like. The ones in our village are even more detailed, with a total of 69. Including drawing tools, there are a total of 84 types. You can use them all.
To recognize it and understand how to use it.”
"84 kinds!" Jiang Xin looked at the half-circle of things in front of him and was stunned. He could clearly see that many of the things here had two heads. The purpose of both ends could be seen at a glance.
are different.
This adds up to nearly 100 tools. Do you need to learn all of them?
The corner of Jiang Xin's mouth twitched slightly and she looked at Yang Cunren: "I walked around the village. Most people don't seem to use this kind of tool, but just rely on their hands. The Qi seems to be able to play some strange uses."
"You want to learn hand sculpting?" Yang Cunren glanced at Jiang Xin: "You think the movements look simple, but they are really simple. The strength in the hands is three points more difficult than ordinary Kungfu outside."
Jiang Xin smiled and scratched his head: "Let me see. If it doesn't work, I will learn how to use these tools."
"OK."
It seemed that he had seen this situation many times. Yang Cunren stretched out his hand and stroked the mud on the side, gathering a ball of mud into his palm: "Go and grab a piece."
"Oh, okay." Jiang Xin stood up and imitated Yang Cunren's gestures and scratched the mud.
With a hiss, five scratches were left on it, and Jiang Xin also grabbed a ball of mud. It was grabbed with his fingers, and the amount was less than half that of Yang Cunren.
Yang Cunren didn't say anything when he saw this. He just put the mud in his palm and stretched out his hands to spread it out: "Look, I don't have any Qi in my hands now."
Jiang Xinyun began to observe the method and nodded: "Yes."
"You thief boy." Seeing the bright light in Jiang Xin's eyes, Yang Cunren chuckled, put his other hand behind his back, and used the hand holding the mud.
Without mobilizing the slightest energy in his body, Yang Cunren's dozens of joints and muscles in one hand operated like independent machines.
The mud that was originally resting in his palm gradually changed and shifted under the power of the muscles in his palm, while the five fingers were constantly carving on it like exquisite mechanical arms.
Jiang Xin couldn't tell how long it had been, but she felt that before she could clearly see the movements of the old man's hands, she found a clay ball full of symmetrical lines appearing in front of her.
Putting the clay ball, which was made casually but with unique patterns, on the workbench aside, Yang Cunren looked at Jiang Xin: "Boy, this is a skill that I have practiced for decades. How long do you think it will take you?"
Only one month can be enough to learn it."
Jiang Xin looked at her hands and shook her head: "No. But I still have to learn!"
Yang Cunren glanced at Jiang Xin and suddenly laughed: "What a good boy, you have ambitions. But it takes more than ten years for others to learn. How long are you prepared to learn?"
"Your boy's talent in Qi training is superb, but the Kung Fu in his hands has nothing to do with Qi. There are many people in this village who have not practiced Qi Kung Fu and have learned this technique. On the contrary, the young Qi practitioners cannot learn this skill.
This is something you can’t just learn if you want to.”
"I want to try it." Jiang Xin smiled: "This is the first time I have seen this kind of exquisite control. It would be a pity not to try it."
What Jiang Xin said was correct, but the more reason was that he saw something else from this technique, and he wanted to see if this technique could be used on other parts of the body, so he made such a request.
As for Ma Xianhong's Divine Machine Bailian and Tang Clan's Pill Bite... Jiang Xin thought about it carefully, and the former might not be so easy to get. The latter... let it go, Zi Yan is at hand anyway.
, he is not very lacking in such a big killing move.
Xia Xia looked at Jiang Xin for a moment, and Yang Cunren nodded with a slightly unexplainable smile: "Okay, if you want to learn, I will teach you, old man. I just happen to be too bored recently."
After all, he is also the patriarch of a family. Although Yang Cunren's first impression is not very good, he still has the ability to teach others. Otherwise, he would not be able to pass down such a large village.
Look at the old man Gou from Fengmen Village. From the beginning to the end, he threw a magic ban and translation to Jiang Xin. He didn't submit anything to anyone above. He looked like he was just looking at your own understanding. What's the difference between him and the man in front of him?
An obvious contrast.
Putting his hands in front of Jiang Xin, Yang Cunren's muscles and bones exerted force, and the originally flat palms gradually began to ripple, like a wave.
Just looking at it with the naked eye, there is nothing unique about the muscle movement, but after Yang Cunren attached a trace of energy, a round ball appeared in his palms.
"Do you see clearly? This is the method used by our Yang family. The original name is no longer known. After continuous improvement, the current name is Yuan Shou, which is the foundation and source of all the techniques of my Yang family."
"See clearly, the energy in the palm is integrated into one, and you can do whatever you want. This is how the Yuan Hand is connected."
As he spoke, Yang Cunren moved his fingers slightly, as if to let Jiang Xin see more clearly, and the movement of the muscles in his palms also changed slightly.
Just like peeling off a cocoon, the original ball of Hunyuan was gradually stretched. In just a moment, a human figure 'broke out of the shell' from the ball.
The strength in his hands gradually dissipated, and Yang Cunren looked at Jiang Xin: "I think your method of observation is also quite magical. I think you must have seen clearly the flow of energy in my palms just now."
"Yes, I see clearly." Jiang Xin did not hide anything, and nodded directly in response: "But it seems to me that the movement of the energy breath does not match the direction of the meridians on the hand?"
"Of course not." Yang Cunren nodded: "I deliberately led the Qi breath to travel through the eardrum. It symbolizes the sequence of the generation and dissipation of the force. After watching the whole process, do you remember
How many?"
"I don't remember much." Jiang Xin smiled sheepishly: "The ball in your hand is too bright, blocking the movement of the power in your hand. I only remember the beginning."
"Remember the beginning paragraph?" Yang Cunren opened his eyes slightly: "Since you remember the beginning paragraph, well, now demonstrate it to me."
"Can I use Qi?"
Yang Cunren was silent for a moment, then nodded: "It takes too much time for you to work hard. You can use Qi, as long as you can simulate the flow of energy."
"That's good." Jiang Xin chuckled and stretched out his hand. Yuan Qi gathered together and was led to the corresponding position in just an instant, and then the simulated force began to flow.
Sometimes Qi can do things that ordinary people cannot do, or Jiang Xin's Yuan Qi is simply too magical.
Under the control of Jiang Xin's subjective consciousness, Yuan Qi seemed to be a more sophisticated arm, pushing and pulling the muscles to relax, forcibly and delicately squeezing out the strength hidden in the cells, and then gradually circulated
, gathered together in the palm of both hands.
After a moment, a thin-looking ball appeared in Jiang Xin's hand, but without the guidance of the next step, it quickly dispersed again.
"call!"
Dispersing the Yuan Qi in his hand, Jiang Xin took a deep breath and couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face. He looked at Yang Cunren: "Do you think I have learned this?"
Yang Cunren's heart twitched, and after a moment of silence, he moved the corner of his mouth and uttered two words: "It's okay."
After saying that, without waiting for what Jiang Xin was saying, Yang Cunren hurriedly pulled him into an ancestral-like building. There was only a human figure several meters high, probably the ancestor of the Yang family - the sculpture saint Yang Huizhi.
"I forgot to tell you before. If you want to learn my family's methods, you must first become a disciple. I see that you have the strengths of various families, and I don't force you to join my Yang family. I only accept you as a registered disciple, and there is also a disciple.
The name tells you my family's methods."
"However, if you become a disciple, you still have to abide by some rules. One: If you are fighting with different sects outside, come back to the village to resolve any issues; two: No permission is allowed, and the methods learned in the village are not allowed to be passed on to others privately. Once you are
If found, the person will be escorted back to the clan area at the least, or the knowledge learned will be withdrawn at the worst; third: the location of the village must not be revealed to anyone."
"People in the village generally don't go out. You just need to promise to keep the secret, and then I can accept you as my disciple. You can learn all the techniques of the Yang family. What do you think, are you willing?"
Jiang Xin was silent for a while, then raised her head: "I can promise to keep the secret, but outsiders will search for souls by force..."
"Our family has its own way of dealing with those people." Yang Cunren didn't care: "Swearing an oath in front of the ancestors means that you have accepted this rule. As long as you don't say it yourself, no one can do anything to you."
As he spoke, Yang Cunren stretched out his hand and pulled it out of the air, and a ray of dark light spread out from the statue. Runes formed in the air and then turned into a bracelet and tied it to Jiang Xin's hand.
The next moment, Jiang Xin understood what the bracelet was - a restriction, a restriction that prohibited him from fighting with the same family and from spreading rumors about the Yang family's methods and the location of the Yang family.
Seeing that the restraint gradually disappeared, Yang Cunren laughed heartily: "I didn't expect that I would meet a talented person now that I am old. I finally did a good thing."
Looking at Jiang Xin, Yang Cunren patted his shoulder hard: "From now on, you will be my disciple. As long as I know it, you can learn everything. If I don't know it, I will find someone to teach you!"
After taking Jiang Xin away from the ancestral hall, Yang Cunren sighed in his heart: "You are so old and immortal, you are really right. Your family is indeed a genius. Alas..."