Chapter 386: The Reunion of Grandfather and Grandson
Chapter 386: The Reunion of Grandfather and Grandson
The Majestic King of Miao rushed towards the place he had longed for day and night, and with a mighty wave of his hand, he pushed open the half-closed courtyard gate.
In the next instant, a whip-like kick flew towards him, sending the uninvited Majestic King of Miao flying out without mercy.
The Majestic King of Miao let out a howl and ended up hanging upside down on a large tree at the village entrance.
Meng Qianqian, Lu Yuan, and their companions had just dismounted from their carriage when they witnessed this scene of the Majestic King of Miao being rejected at the gate, causing them all to break into a cold sweat.
Tan'er cupped her face in her hands, "Grandmother, you're so fierce!"
Meng Qianqian nervously tugged at Lu Yuan's sleeve, "Is grandmother really this fierce?"
If she knew that her beloved grandson had been devoured, would she be the next one hanging on the tree like a punching bag?
Bai Yuwei covered her mouth, shocked to the core, "No way... Grandfather... was actually kicked... by someone..."
The Majestic King of Miao was a martial arts master, the top expert in Miaojiang, and since Bai Yuwei could remember, no one had ever gotten the better of her grandfather.
Not only had he been kicked, but even touching a corner of his garment would have been enough for him to boast for three days and nights.
Tan'er hugged herself, "Xiao Bai, Grandfather is being beaten up, why aren't you going to help?"
Bai Yuwei wanted to say something but stopped, turning her face away, "Even if I wanted to help, I'd have to consider my own abilities."
Moreover, the one who had struck her grandfather was no ordinary person; it was the sacred and inviolable Goddess of Miaojiang.
Ji Li shook his folding fan, "Big Snake, what do you think?"
Celestial Dragon glanced at him, "If you call me Big Snake again, the next one hanging on that tree will be you."
Ji Li snapped his fan shut, "Do you think I'm afraid of you? Come on! Let's spar!"
Celestial Dragon averted his gaze, "Childish."
Although the Majestic King of Miao had been kicked, in Celestial Dragon's eyes, it wasn't that his martial arts were inferior, but rather that the Majestic King of Miao had no intention of fighting back.
He seemed to have anticipated the beating, neither dodging nor retaliating.
Among the group, only Yu Zichuan jumped off the carriage roof and resolutely walked towards the tree, looking up at the Majestic King of Miao.
The Majestic King of Miao said, "I appreciate your loyalty, young man, but I don't need your help."
Yu Zichuan replied, "Oh, I wasn't planning to help."
The Majestic King of Miao, hanging upside down, faced Yu Zichuan, "Then why did you come here?"
Yu Zichuan was an honest child, "I came to watch the show."
The Majestic King of Miao: "..."
As they spoke, a tall and robust figure strode out of the courtyard gate, his eyes full of vigilance as he glared at the Majestic King of Miao, "Who are you? Why are you trespassing on my property?"
This man was younger than the Majestic King of Miao's adopted son, only in his thirties, in the prime of his life. He had a well-defined face, a tall and straight posture, a handsome demeanor, and a robust voice.
His features were unfamiliar, and the Majestic King of Miao didn't recall ever meeting him.
The Majestic King of Miao nimbly jumped down from the tree.
He had hung himself on the tree to humor Xian'er, not because he couldn't get down.
The Majestic King of Miao put away all his playful smiles and revealed the dignity of a ruler, "You're a new guard? This is my home, and I am the master of this house."
"You..."
The Majestic King of Miao threw a punch towards the man.
Tan'er, Bai Yuwei, and Shang Changle, who had lifted the curtain to watch the spectacle, all gasped in unison.
"Sister, what's so interesting... mm."
Shang Wuyou watched with relish.
The Majestic King of Miao's fist was fierce, capable of splitting mountains and calming seas with a single punch, but the man's palm technique firmly caught his punch.
Ji Li: "This is getting interesting."
"Just brute force, a commoner's courage."
The man finished coldly, gripping the Majestic King of Miao's fist and pushing it forward.
Although it didn't seem like much force, it caused the Majestic King of Miao to falter, almost causing him to stumble.
Lu Yuan: "Using softness to overcome strength."
Meng Qianqian: "This palm technique seems specifically designed to counter Grandfather's fist technique."
Lu Yuan nodded.
Bai Yuwei overheard their conversation and asked worriedly, "Then, won't Grandfather be in trouble?"
Tan'er's eyes lit up with excitement, "They're fighting! They're fighting!"
Bai Yuwei's face darkened.
Meng Qianqian turned her head towards Liu Qingyun's carriage.
The carriage remained still.
With her mother so at ease, this man was likely not a match for her grandfather.
The Majestic King of Miao moved his body, and with an air of superiority, he said, "Kid, you've learned a few tricks, and now you're showing off?"
A male concubine daring to be so bold in front of the legitimate husband?
If he didn't beat this guy to a pulp today, he wouldn't be the Majestic King of Miao!
When did Xian'er find such a young male concubine?
His heart ached!
The Majestic King of Miao became serious.
He still used the same fist technique, but the man's palm technique could no longer counter him.
In the face of absolute strength, using softness to overcome strength was a joke.
The man took a punch from the Majestic King of Miao and retreated several steps, falling heavily to the ground.
"Father—"
A youth burst out of the door, helping up the man injured by the Majestic King of Miao.
The Majestic King of Miao's body trembled, and he almost lost control of his cultivation.
What was going on? Did Xian'er and her male concubine even have a son?
His heart ached!
It hurt so much!
He wanted to hang himself!
"How dare you hurt my father, I'll fight you to the death—"
"Xier, don't—"
The man tried to stop him, but it was too late.
The youth drew a curved sword from his waist and slashed fiercely at the Majestic King of Miao's hands.
The Majestic King of Miao immediately recognized the curved sword as the one he had given Xian'er as a wedding gift years ago.
He was indeed Xian'er's son...
The Majestic King of Miao's sadness flowed like a river, and as he cried, he slapped the youth with a powerful blow.
The young man was sent flying by a slap.
"Waaaah!"
The Majestic King was beaten to death.
Seeing his son being beaten, the man could no longer bear it. He was about to stand up and fight the Majestic King to the death.
Just then, a dignified female voice came from the other end of the village.
"Stop!"
The man's figure froze, and the raised palm hovered in mid-air.
He turned his head and looked, both surprised and aggrieved, "Lady!"
"Lady... is Xian'er here?"
The Majestic King quickly turned his back, hastily straightened his appearance, confirming that his charm hadn't faded and he was still handsome enough to split the sky. Only then did he turn around, opening his arms with deep affection and rushing towards her:
"Xian'er—Ouch!"
The Majestic King had only rushed halfway when he was startled and quickly retreated a full zhang!
"Who are you?" he asked.
The woman didn't answer the Majestic King but looked at her husband and son first, "Are you two alright?"
The young man, lying on the roof with a swollen face, said, "Mother... son... I'm fine..."
The man held her hand and glared coldly at the Majestic King, "Lady, I don't know where this madman came from, but he barged into our home and even dared to lay a hand on my son and me."
The woman faced the Majestic King and gave a slight bow, "Greetings, Majestic King."
The man was startled.
The Majestic King scratched his head, "Do you know me?"
The woman said, "My aunt's husband, you forget things so easily, but Feng'er remembers."
The Majestic King looked at her in disbelief, "You're Feng'er? Little Feng'er? You've grown up so much?"
The woman sighed, "My aunt's husband, I'm only a few years younger than my sister Jing'er."
Liu Qingyun had once stayed in the Majestic King's village for a year and secretly took her two-year-old cousin away. That was the first and only time the Majestic King had spent time with Little Feng'er.
In the blink of an eye, Little Feng'er had grown up and married.
The man changed his previous attitude and bowed to the Majestic King, "So it's my aunt's husband. I'm Xu Yan, and I apologize for my earlier offense. Please forgive me, aunt's husband."
The Majestic King's mood brightened, and he patted his shoulder, "It's all right! Just now, my aunt's husband was a bit heavy-handed. Later, my aunt's husband will punish himself with three cups of wine, and then teach you a set of martial arts skills! Don't take it to heart! Is that... my cousin grandson?"
The young man waved his hand, his face swollen like a pig's head, and greeted, "Grandpa."
The Majestic King felt embarrassed.
He turned to Lu Yuan, his face serious, "You little rascal, come and meet your cousin aunt quickly!"
Lu Yuan stepped forward with Meng Qianqian and performed a junior's greeting to Liu Feng'er.
"Ah Yuan greets cousin aunt."
Liu Feng'er's gentle and calm gaze fell on Lu Yuan's face, and she examined him carefully, "It's good that you're back."
After speaking, she looked at Meng Qianqian beside her.
Lu Yuan introduced, "My wife, Meng Xiaojiu."
Meng Qianqian smiled, "Xiaojiu greets cousin aunt."
Liu Feng'er nodded, "More beautiful than in the painting."
Liu Feng'er was always calm and composed, treating everyone with the same attitude, neither overly warm nor neglecting etiquette.
"Cousin aunt!"
Tan'er, being naturally sociable, greeted Liu Feng'er.
Bai Yuwei, on the other hand, felt a bit out of place, as if she were the only outsider in the entire village.
"Little sister."
Meng Qianqian pulled her over and introduced her to Liu Feng'er and Xu Yan.
Liu Qingyun was sound asleep in the carriage, tightly holding Baoshu, who was squirming in her arms.
"Ahh—I want to go out—I want to get off the carriage—"
She was so tired that her tongue was hanging out, and her little head drooped, giving up!
The Majestic King's mind and eyes were filled with thoughts of Xian'er, and he even forgot that his daughter and the little chubby boy were still in the carriage, "Ahem, Little Feng'er, where's your aunt?"
Liu Feng'er said, "She moved to the back village, and this house was given to us. I'll take you there."
The Majestic King made a refusing gesture, "No need, I'll go myself."
He had to be the first to see Xian'er!
Liu Feng'er didn't insist and pointed the way for the Majestic King.
Xian'er!
This time, I've really come!
The Majestic King used his light footwork to go to the back village.
Meng Qianqian and the others followed behind at a leisurely pace.
As night fell, the bright moon hung high in the sky.
Everyone saw a dark shadow flying out under the moonlight.
"Ouch!"
It sounded a bit like the Majestic King's voice.
Meng Qianqian walked while asking calmly, "How many times has this happened?"
Lu Yuan: "The seventh time."
"Xian'er—I still can—"
Creak—
The door was opened for the eighth time.
Inside the room, the moonlight was like a clear spring, like silk gauze, shedding a gentle light.
The Miao Territory Goddess sat alone by the window, carefully twisting silk worm thread in her hands.
Time had given her white hair, but it couldn't take away her inner beauty and elegance.
She sat quietly, looking as beautiful as a celestial being.
"I've said that no one is allowed to enter."
Her voice showed no signs of aging and was like a heavenly melody, carrying a touch of charm.
"Grandmother, it's me, Ah Yuan."
Lu Yuan looked at her intently, his throat aching as he spoke.
Her twisting of the silk thread paused.
"I'm back."
Lu Yuan had long forgotten what pain was and no longer knew how to cry.
But at this moment, a great sense of grievance suddenly welled up in his heart, and his eyes turned slightly red:
"Grandmother, Ah Yuan's hand hurts so much."
(End of Chapter)
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