On the 12th of June, the third day back in Chengdu, there was still a meeting.
As the morning drew to a close, the second session of the day's meeting was the summary report of the merit and reserve lists of the various battlefields. This was a meeting that he only needed to listen to and did not need to say much. But as he sipped his hot tea, he still found Ning Ji's third-class merit report from the list and prepared it.
The summary report on the merit awards had begun not long after the war had ended. After half a year of continuous war, there had been countless inspiring stories in the pre-war, logistics, and rear lines. Some heroes had even died long ago. In order to ensure that the achievements and stories of these people would not be erased, the various armies were encouraged to actively strive for merit awards.
After nearly a month of comparison, the overall list had been finalized. After listening to the summary and some minor wrangling, Ning Yi nodded at the list and only said to Ning Ji's name, "This third-class merit can't be passed, but the others will be approved."
After a moment of hesitation, Chief of General Staff Li Yi said, "We've discussed Ning Ji's third-class merit several times internally. We think it's appropriate. Originally, we were going to report it to him as a second-class merit. He killed a lot of enemies in this war, including a centurion of the Jurchen Nation, captured two generals of the puppet army, and killed scouts of the Jin Nation. In one battle, he even rescued a regiment that was in danger and was injured several times … More than that, he is in the medical team. He has excellent medical skills and saved many people, so many soldiers remember him …"
As Li Yi spoke, he picked out a stack of files from under the table and handed them to Ning Yi.
After the conclusion of the southwestern war, Ning Yi and Qu Zhengyan quickly left for Hanzhong. Li Yi had been in charge of most of the work in the more than a month of post-war clean-up. It was clear that he had been considering the issue of Ning Ji's merit for a long time. Ning Yi took the file and glanced through it, then pressed his hand to his forehead.
"He's only thirteen years old, but he's already killed more than twenty people. To give him a third-class merit, isn't that like ascending to the heavens …"
"This is killing the enemy …"
"That's right, the actions of heroes …"
"I need to encourage them …"
The group of people began to chatter. Ning Yi glanced at them. Hou Wu, who was in charge of the rear, said, "In fact, the militias at the rear also reported the third-class merits of two children. One of them found a large group of deserters and hurriedly warned them. Later, he picked up an iron fork and stabbed a soldier to death. He was about the same age as Ning Ji …"
"Yeah, in fact, there are 13 or 14 year olds in the countryside who have come out to take charge of the household …"
"…"
Ning Yi rubbed his forehead, feeling a little tired in his heart. "That's enough. Other people's meritorious deeds have all been achieved by killing their way out of danger. He's just a thirteen year old child. His achievements may sound impressive, but in reality, he's only following elite troops. When they meet with danger at the back, a few military doctors are the first to protect him. When they reach the frontlines, he's either in the military doctors' main camp or with the elite troops led by Zheng Qi Ming and the others. His meritorious service was due to the people around him. The sacrifice of his comrades more or less had something to do with him. He can't take the credit. "
As he spoke, he crossed out Ning Ji's name.
"If anyone has any objections, come and find me."
…
There were four meetings in one morning.
At noon, Ning Xi came over. At the end of March, the young man who had turned eighteen was dressed in a black military uniform. He stood tall and was at the age of youth. The father and son sat together for lunch. Ning Xi first talked about the work she had been in charge of for the past month. Then, she talked about some food with her father and finally mentioned Ning Ji.
"… Second Brother came back from the frontlines in early May. I wanted to do as you said and persuade him to go back to school. However, the aftermath wasn't over yet and he refused. He only promised to enter school in the fall after everything was done … At that time, he was still in the mood to fight with me. But then, Mother arranged for Auntie Chan to bring him to visit Doctor Yan Biao and the families of the other soldiers who died. Father, you know that the atmosphere wasn't good. After he came back, he was affected …"
"Affected a lot?"
"I don't know. He's just a little quiet and not cheerful."
"Second Brother used to be quieter than you."
"No, Father, he's the kind of quiet person who has something on his mind. Think about it, he's a fourteen-year-old child. Even if he saw a lot of blood on the battlefield, he saw the impassioned side. This is the first time he came into contact with the problem of family arrangements. Speaking of which, it has something to do with him … He must feel bad. "
"Where is he arranged now?"
"He's still a military doctor. Didn't the preliminaries of the martial arts tournament start recently? He's arranged to be a doctor at the venue and watch people fight every day."
"He didn't say he wants to participate?"
"Father, this is very strange. I thought the same at the start. Xiao Ji definitely wants to join in the excitement. He also set up a youth tournament. But I didn't persuade him this time. He thought it through and said he didn't want to participate. I arranged for him to be treated in the venue. He didn't seem very excited. I tried to be nice but got the cold shoulder … "
"And then?"
"We talked a few times. There was only one thing that Second Brother was quite happy about."
"…"
"The medal, Father."
"… I didn't expect you to be the first to give an opinion."
In front of the wooden table, Ning Xi's eyes were clear. He said the reason why he came. Ning Yi looked at him and laughed.
Ning Xi continued, "Second Brother's merits on the frontlines were earned by risking his life. Originally, second-class merits were not too much. But considering that he is your son, we lowered it to third-class. This is recognition for him for the past year. Father, he killed so many enemies and so many comrades died by his side. If he can stand on the stage and get a medal with others, it will be a huge recognition for him. "
Ning Xi was a cheerful person. At the start, he felt like he was joking. Now that they were talking about such a serious matter, his tone and expression became serious. Seeing that Ning Yi nodded but did not speak, he continued to add.
"Father, I can roughly guess why you took away his credit this time. First, you're afraid of gossip. Second, it's to protect him. You don't want him to be in the eye of the storm and become the target of others. Or perhaps, you're worried about … some other things."
As he spoke to this point, he gently clenched his fists and deliberated over his words, "For instance … you might be worried that after he enters the sights of others, some people with ulterior motives … will not only harm him, but may even scheme against him and sow discord … Some people might not even carry enmity, but goodwill …"
Ning Xi spoke slowly. It was obvious that he was considering his words carefully. Ning Yi who was looking at him picked up his chopsticks and smiled, "That is true … Politics, scheming, learning about emperors, you have been in contact with that for a while …"
"Father, I am confident that the Ning Family disciples won't fight in those areas. I know that you've always hated these things, and you've always hated involving us in these matters. But, since we are surnamed Ning, there are some trials that we must experience … the military merit medal is what Second Brother deserves. I think that even if there are hidden dangers, there are still more benefits to it. So … I hope that Father can consider it. "
After he finished, he pursed his lips and looked extremely sincere.
The room was silent for a moment. Ning Yi ate a mouthful of food and raised his head, "What if I still reject?"
"You rejected the medal this morning because you thought that Second Brother's contributions did not live up to his name and that he had taken too much of the limelight from his comrades around him. I also participated in the assessment of contributions this time. Many of the inquiries and records were done by me. As the eldest brother, I want to fight for it on his behalf. As the person who handled it, I have the right to do so. I want to file an appeal and request for a review of the decision to revoke the third-class merit.
Ning Yi nodded and smiled, "Then file a complaint."
"If I succeed, you will have to accept it."
"Not for sure."
"Then, I will file a complaint too."
The father and son talked about work and ate the rest of the food. Ning Xi mentioned a few interesting things before leaving. She was probably going to fight for the third-class merit for her brother.
It wasn't past noon and the sun shone brightly in the courtyard. It was the height of summer in Chengdu but it wasn't hot. The weather was warm and pleasant. Ning Yi walked around the courtyard for a while and moved a chair to sit under the giant golden silk tree. Rays of light shone through the tree and landed on his hands.
"It isn't hot in summer, it feels like it's fake …"
He looked at the light on his hands and muttered. Thinking back, the Chengdu he stayed in in his last life seemed to be hotter than this? But the memory of the temperature was a blur and he couldn't recall it.
At this moment, he felt emotional as he thought back to the past. On one hand, it was because of Ning Xi. He didn't have any children in his past life and it was a new experience for him to teach and raise children. However, he had been busy for the past 10 years and in the blink of an eye, Ning Xi was already 18. Thinking about how this body wasn't even 40 years old, he suddenly felt old.
The main reason was because of what Ning Xi said, "You always hated to drag us into these things". Tan Er should have told him that but more or less, it made his emotions a little complicated.
Under the shade of the tree, the light and shadow were uneven. He recalled the state of mind he had when he first arrived in Jiangning. Twenty years had passed in the blink of an eye. At that time, he was exhausted and wanted to find peace in this strange dynasty. Then, he found such peace. The spring rain in Jiangning, the chirping of cicadas, the sounds of chess by Qinhuai River, the boats on the water, the ruts on the snow, the simple and dumb people around him … He wanted to live like this for the rest of his life.
He looked at the projection on his palm and couldn't help but find it a little funny … The war that had lasted for more than ten years, and he had risked his life again and again. Even now, he still had to hold meetings every day and receive all kinds of people. The reason for this was very clear. But truthfully, he didn't plan to do this from the start.
He thought about it. Most of it was tiredness, second was the mockery and disdain towards himself. He wasn't at a loss because of this. But there were some things that he hated and subconsciously wanted to avoid. He hoped that the few kids at home wouldn't be affected too much and could have their own path.
Most of the time, Meng Qi acted rationally. Perhaps only Tan 'er, Yunzhu and the others in the family could see his emotional inclination clearly. Also, on a logical level, Ning Yi knew that at this stage, it was impossible for them not to be affected by him. Due to this, when Tan'Er and the others taught Ning Yi how to manage the family, how to plan, how to understand people's hearts, even mixing in some knowledge of emperors, Ning Yi didn't reject it.
If he didn't become emperor, Ning Xi couldn't become crown prince. But as the successor of the Ning Family, the burden would most likely fall on his shoulders. Fortunately, Ning Xi was sensible and tolerant. Under most situations, even if he wasn't here, it wouldn't be a problem for him to protect the safety of his family.
But for the following children, Ning Yi more or less wanted to erect a barrier for them. At least, he wouldn't let them enter a place like Ning Xi's.
Boss could understand the reason why he didn't give Second Brother the medal. Although he wouldn't be emperor, but he would definitely be in power for a period of time. Most of the people outside and even inside would find it hard to believe in such a concept before the official change of power. Then, even if Ning Xi didn't have a title for a period of time, people would think of him as the "crown prince". And once Ning Ji entered the spotlight, many people would think of him as Ning Xi's competitor.
It was easy to deal with the bad intentions from the outside but once it formed a circle of benefits internally, the two children would more or less be affected. Their relationship was strong now but what about in the future? Ning Ji was a 14-year-old child, what if he was flattered and encouraged by others? Ning Xi was confident in everything and she could summarize it verbally, but …
An 18-year-old young man, how much darkness had he seen?
He sat under the tree and thought about all of this. On one hand, he knew it was unnecessary but on the other hand, he couldn't help but sigh at his premature aging.
At this time, the city of Chengdu must be bustling with activity. Merchants, scholars, martial artists, and all kinds of people with ulterior motives or good intentions had already gathered in the Sichuan region.
Various propaganda and debates had already begun in several places in the city. Ning Yi prepared several newspapers. First, they attacked the Confucian and Wu dynasty's shortcomings and proclaimed the reason for the Huaxia army's victory. Then, they accepted all kinds of rebuttals. Day by day, there was a heated atmosphere of discussion in Chengdu. With such discussions, the framework of the Huaxia army's system had also been released to receive criticism and doubt.
The news that the Huaxia army would open its doors was released at the end of April and the beginning of May. Due to the long journey, it was only in June that the scale of things started to show. Thanks to the first great victory against the Jin, many scholars, scholars with political ambitions, and schemers, even if they had ill intentions towards the Huaxia army, gathered curiously. The debating newspapers that were published every day had now become their playground. Yesterday, some rich people even asked how much it would cost to directly buy a newspaper workshop and skilled workers. Perhaps the foreign rich saw the Huaxia army's open attitude and wanted to test the waters to establish their own mouthpiece.
If someone wanted to play, Ning Yi welcomed them. He was only afraid that they wouldn't be lively enough and noisy enough. The Huaxia army's main route in the future was to use productivity to promote the expansion of capital. The ideas in the middle were only auxiliary. On the contrary, in the lively quarrels, the evolution of productivity would destroy the old relations of production and create new relations of production, thus forcing the development and emergence of various supporting ideas. Of course, it was still too early to say all of this.
The forum-style newspapers had become a playground for scholars and elites. For the common people, the most eye-catching news was probably the "World Number One Martial Arts Competition" that had already begun for the adult and junior divisions. The competition was not only about martial arts. Apart from the challenge tournament, there were also events such as long-distance running, long jump, bomb throwing, and cuju. The auditions would be carried out in rounds. The official competition would not start until July or August, but even some of the smaller competitions had already attracted a lot of discussion and attention.
After all, it was the Huaxia army that had defeated the Jin army. So in theory, the Huaxia army was the most capable army in the world. To be able to stand out in the arena of the Huaxia army would be an attractive thing for all the warriors in the world.
Ning Yi did not have much time to participate in these activities. He had only returned to Chengdu on the ninth day of the New Year. He had to grasp the general direction of all the developments, so he could only participate in boring meetings.
It was also because he had already defeated Zong Han that he could sigh pretentiously in the gaps of these meetings. "Why did I have to come …"
After sitting in the shade of the Gold-Rimmed Phoebe tree for a while, there was no time for a nap. There were only two meetings in the afternoon. After the second meeting, Ning Yi asked someone about Ning Ji's residence. Then he summoned Du Sha to lead the team out of the station and headed there.
After Ning Yi and the others entered Chengdu, they had already considered the issue of safety. The temporary encampment they chose was considered secluded. When they came out, there were not many pedestrians on the road. Ning Yi lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at the scenery outside. Chengdu was an ancient city. It had been the seat of a prefecture for several dynasties, so the Huaxia army did not cause too much damage when they took over. The afternoon sun shone on the road, and the ancient trees on both sides of the road formed a forest. Some trees in the courtyard also stretched out dense branches from the courtyard walls, connecting leaves and branches, forming a refreshing shade.
Ning Yi watched for a while and said to Du Sha, "It seems that there are fewer people who want to kill me recently."
Du Sha, who was sitting at the side with a saber on his back, laughed. "Of course there are, but there are fewer who really dare to do it."
"Public morals are degenerating day by day. Those who practice martial arts are starting to be afraid. When I was in charge of the Office of Secret Investigations, I shocked the world …" Ning Yi faked a few sighs and waved his sleeves, pretending to be an old pedant reminiscing about the past.
Du Sha also laughed. "At that time, the Office of Secret Investigations was still nesting in Miaojiang … Actually, according to the people outside, your situation is already set. The assassination won't succeed if it's too late. Right now, they are more interested in Ning Xi and her group of children. They don't have many tricks up their sleeves against Perfected Women. Those who are slightly rash will have a hard time in the north. But when it comes to attacking the southwest, I've heard a lot about the Way of Unhindered, the Ghost Valley, and the Art of Uncanny Change. There are many whimsical people who came to Chengdu this time. "
Ning Yi did not think much of these whimsical people. He only asked, "Are there any outstanding martial artists who came recently?"
"I haven't heard much either." Du Sha had spent most of his time as Ning Yi's bodyguard and had less contact with the Lulin world. He frowned and thought for a moment. He said a few names, but Ning Yi had no impression of most of them. "It sounds like there aren't many powerful ones? Something like Cui Xiaolu, who is famous all over the world … "
Du Sha laughed. "Many of the older generation of Lulin people died in your hands. These years, the Central Plains has fallen into the hands of Perfected Women, and many have died. Many of those who can make a name for themselves today are actually people who fought on the battlefield or escaped. They are capable, but it's different now. Even if they make a bit of a name, it won't spread far … And what you said is old history. Before the Holy Duke rebelled, Miss Cui was just a rumor. It was said that a girl was betrayed and framed. After a night of white hair, she went on a killing spree. It's hard to say whether it's true or not. In any case, no one has seen it. "
"Ah." Ning Yi paused for a moment. "Speaking of which, among the rumored Grandmasters, she's the only one I haven't seen. I was looking forward to seeing her over the years, but now that you mention it, we really are old."
"The new generation replaces the old. Forget about the Holy Duke, the Nine Appearances of the Cloud Dragon, and Sikong Nan, who died in Chen Fan's hands ten years ago. How many people remember them now? And you said before that the era of the Lulin is coming to an end once the flintlock appeared. You've been concerned about national affairs every day … Why are you suddenly interested in Lulin? "
Ning Yi sat up straight and smiled. "I still have some feelings in the past. When I was in the Office of Secret Investigation, I wanted to give them a few heroes and suppress the world for a few decades. Unfortunately, before I could do that, the war broke out. Thinking about my title as the Bloody Butcher … it's not loud enough. It's all because Zhou Zhe stole my limelight. Forget it, you won't understand these feelings even if I tell you. "
"… I don't really understand." Du Sha said calmly. "In fact, when it comes to the Lulin, your two wives are the top Grandmasters. You don't need to care about those young people in Chengdu today. Besides, there's also Xiaoning Ji. According to his current progress, it's very likely that he will dominate the Lulin and conquer the world in the future. He'll be the best fighter in the Ning family. Whatever you want, he can help you realize it. "
"Du Sha … Do you think I'm the kind of person who would let my children realize my dreams?"
Ning Yi's face was solemn and serious. Du Sha looked at him and frowned slightly. After a while, the two old men laughed in the carriage. Most of the people who were relatively close to Ning Yi had heard about his desire to be the best in the world in his early years. Occasionally, when he was in a good mood, he would talk about it. Du Sha and the others naturally didn't take it seriously. Occasionally, when the atmosphere was harmonious, he would bring up his achievement of killing Lu Tuo with one move of the Flipping Sky Seal and laugh for a while.
The team walked in this atmosphere for almost an hour before they approached a courtyard in the east of the city. Outside the courtyard, they could see a few soldiers in civilian clothes standing guard in the woods. They were the close guards who followed Watermelon, and they knew each other. Obviously, Watermelon was inside visiting his child. When someone wanted to go in and inform him, Ning Yi waved his hand. Then, he asked Du Sha and the others to wait outside, and pushed the door open and entered.
The courtyard that Ning Ji was arranged to stay in was an abandoned courtyard that had been abandoned for a long time. It couldn't be said to be luxurious inside, but it was spacious. Apart from Ning Ji, the higher-ups had also arranged for the other doctors of this martial arts competition to come in, but they hadn't been properly arranged yet. After entering, Ning Yi walked around the front yard that hadn't been completely cleaned. He saw the wood on the ground in the backyard, all split in half by a knife. Ning Ji was sitting under the eaves and talking to Watermelon.
"… When fighting on the battlefield, one must not hold back his strength when he slashes with his saber. He wants to kill the enemy with one strike, so he doesn't care about the many fancy ideas in the saber technique. I've tried it many times, and only then do I know that the saber father made back then is really powerful. It's heavy at the front and light at the back, and the arc is inward. Although it doesn't have many tricks, the sudden slash is extremely powerful. These days, I've asked people to throw wood from around. As long as one's eyes and hands are quick, one can split it in the air. In this way, perhaps I can think of a useful saber technique … I don't know what father was thinking to actually make such a saber … "
What Ning Ji was talking about was, of course, the saber that his father had asked people to make back then. Ning Yi listened happily from outside. This saber was made for an experiment, but because there wasn't any matching training method, he didn't use it much. He didn't expect to receive his son's admiration.
While Ning Ji was talking inside, Watermelon, who wasn't dressed in military attire and only wore a blue dress, shook her head.
"… The battlefield is the battlefield. On the battlefield, you have the help of your comrades, and you fight with your strongest bravery in a short period of time. When you slash with the saber, you naturally use all your strength. But in the future, you still have to fight with sabers on the battlefield? The flintlock has been invented, and Dijiang has also been invented. What's the use of a child practicing the strongest saber technique? In the future, you will still encounter fights in the underworld, and maybe dozens of people will come to assassinate you. Even if you can split open a person's head with one saber, what can you do? The others will swarm up and kill you! "
Watermelon's face was as cold as frost, and her words were stern. "The more extreme a weapon's characteristics are, the more it seeks to maintain a neutral stance. A sword is weak, so it emphasizes righteousness. A spear only uses its sharp edge to injure people, so it is most concerned about offense and defense. A saber is tyrannical, and the taboo is to be able to release it but not to withdraw it. This is the result of many years of experience. If a martial artist only seeks to be tyrannical with one saber, he will die after a few strikes. How can he have a future? Senior Zuo Chuanshu's' Saber Scripture 'says … "
Watermelon hadn't read much since she was young, and these years, she had also frowned at the lack of knowledge. But when it came to saber techniques, she really had the demeanor of a grandmaster. Presumably, this was the foundation that her father-in-law, Liu Dabiao, had laid for her. Ning Yi listened for a while, and when he saw that both of them had discovered him, he walked in. But Watermelon just stood up and pursed her lips, as if to say, "I haven't finished lecturing my child, so why are you joining in the fun?"
Ning Yi touched his son's head. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have grown a little taller after not seeing him for two months. "Your Aunt Watermelon's saber techniques are unparalleled in the world. You still have to listen to her words." This was nonsense. As Ning Yi grew up, he had experienced the teachings of various masters, from Red to Watermelon, from Chen Fan to Du Sha. In comparison, there was not much that Ning Yi could directly teach him in terms of martial arts. It could only be used to motivate him, such as "Killing Lu Tuo with the Flipping Sky Seal," "Bloody Hand Butcher teaching Zhou Dong a lesson," and "Frightening the Devil Buddha."
After saying this, he thought for a while and decided to teach his child some truly useful principles.
"But speaking of which, experience can be learned. The principles in the 'Saber Scripture' must be used with discretion and must be differentiated. You have to know that in the early stages of development, there will be many things that people cannot understand, but feel that they are very powerful. So, the more you study these things, the more you can understand them, the more you have to be wary of them. On the contrary, the more you study these things, the more you can explain them, and the more you can understand them. It can even become a collection of data … "
"It's the same with martial arts. What your Aunt Gua wants to remind you is that the direction of martial arts practice should be comprehensive. Don't be obsessed with one direction. But as for how to make the strongest punch and the most powerful cut, this kind of exploration is certainly useful. In the future, we may make statistics of a martial arts practitioner's training from childhood to adulthood. What food you eat, the strength of your hands becomes the strongest, what angle you use to cut, and what blade is the fastest. But at the same time, we also need to calculate how to make use of these experiences. A person's reaction is the most agile, and at the same time, we may also have to think about how to balance, how to maintain agility, strength, and the greatest endurance at the same time. What's the most reasonable …"
"At that time, practicing martial arts will not be mysterious at all. So, the problem with the 'Saber Scripture' is that there are too many mysterious expressions in it … Forget it, you just have to remember these first …"
When Ning Yi said this, Ning Ji seemed to understand and nodded his head. At the side, Watermelon pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. Finally, she could not help but walk over and put a hand on Ning Yi's shoulder. "Alright, what do you know about saber techniques? We're teaching children here. Even my father doesn't dare to say bad things about the 'Saber Scripture'."
Ning Yi looked at her and then laughed. "I'm not saying that the 'Saber Scripture' is really bad, but times are advancing, and people's perspective on problems will change."
"It's fine to lie to others outside, but when a child practices saber, don't teach him the wrong way!"
"What do you mean by teaching him the wrong way? I also have my own insights on saber techniques. Come here, I want to teach you a lesson."
Ning Yi smiled and walked to the side. He waved his hand, and Watermelon also walked over. "… What insights do you have? What you have …"
"… When I was in Hangzhou, I practiced diligently and made rapid progress. I killed Tang Kou with one strike …"
"… I could kill ten Tang Kou with my bare hands …"
"… That's not … No, you're bragging. Tang Kou has been dead for so many years, and there's no proof. Back then, he was also very powerful … right …"
Ning Yi and Watermelon had their backs facing each other. Their voices traveled over, and they were at each other's throats.
"… In any case, you're teaching the child indiscriminately …"
"… What do you know? When it comes to saber techniques, you might be a little better than me, but when it comes to teaching people … All these years, Hongti and you have been building the foundation for him. Hongti taught him sword techniques, you taught him saber techniques, Chen Fan taught him fist techniques, Du Sha and the others taught him saber techniques, Little Black taught him the Thirteen Guardians Brute Training Golden Bell Shield, and Yuwen Feidu even dragged him to practice with the gun. There are so many other masters that I can't even count. He's just a child, and he can't even tell who he wants to learn from … If it wasn't for me teaching him the basics, he would have been crippled by you guys long ago …"
"… Even so, you shouldn't have slandered the 'Saber Scripture' …"
"… It's to look at things from a higher perspective …"
"… And I'm not just a little better than you when it comes to saber techniques …"
"… Let's do it … One on one …"
"… Haha …"
"… Tonight …"
"… Who's afraid of you …"
"… I'll kill you …"
The sun at the edge of the sky turned into the crimson of the setting sun. The couple in the courtyard chattered, and their words became scattered. The man even stretched out his finger and poked the woman's chest as a provocation. Ning Ji waited for a while, and finally turned his head. He walked away a little before speaking to the couple.
"Dad! Aunt Gua! Listen to me! "
The couple turned their heads.
"Let's fight."
The young man made a sincere suggestion.
Ning Yi was slightly stunned, and then burst into laughter in the courtyard under the setting sun. Gua's face turned red, and then her figure whistled. Her skirt fluttered, and the wooden block on the ground flew toward Ning Ji.
"Gua, teach him a lesson."
Ning Yi gave instructions to the thug amidst his laughter. After that, what happened in the courtyard was the scene of a pair of parents teaching their child. When the sun was setting, the three of them had dinner together in the courtyard. Ning Ji's smile grew wider.
After dinner, there were still two meetings waiting for Ning Yi in the city. He left the courtyard and went back to his busy work. Gua stayed a little longer to test Ning Yi's martial arts skills, and only left when it was late at night. She probably wanted to find Ning Yi to get back at her for the quarrel she had with him during the day.
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