Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 549: Artistic conception, sincerity in the heart, sincerity in the gun!

"Niece-in-law, this lady doesn't look simple!" Qu Sui'an said with a smile.

Yang Wanqing was startled, "Second Uncle, Aunt Hongyun has always been with my grandmother!"

"Well, I can see that he has an extraordinary aura!" Qu Sui'an gave a thumbs up!

Qu Shaogong interrupted, "Second Uncle, be serious!"

Qu Sui'an glanced at him unhappily, "When did your second uncle ever become anything less than a decent person?"

"When were you passing by?" Qu Shaogong exposed it without any politeness.

Qu Sui'an felt that his dignity as an elder was challenged and coughed lightly, "Ahem, you bastard, stop making up stories about me!"

Qu Changkong glared at him and said, "Don't you know what kind of person you are? You're always slacking off and don't do any serious work!"

Qu Sui'an had been weak since childhood, and precisely because of his weak physique, he was almost unable to practice.

In the Mansion of the Duke of Xingguo, being unable to practice martial arts is equivalent to being a useless person. Qu Sui'an was very withdrawn when he was a child because of this, and when he grew up, he gave up and became a dissolute person.

Unfortunately, his body doesn't support him being too promiscuous, so his promiscuity is mainly reflected in his attitude and mouth.

"I can't do any real work, huh, can't I eat?" Qu Sui'an said indifferently.

Qu Shaoshang pouted and shouted, "Dad~~"

Qu Sui'an said helplessly: "Okay, okay, I was wrong, it was Dad who was wrong!"

In the Qu family, Qu Sui'an has a bit of the attributes of a devil, and even Qu Changkong can't control him, but when it comes to his daughter Qu Shaoshang, he loves her very much.

"Don't mind me, niece-in-law. I'm just a little off the mark!" As he said this, he grinned at Yang Wanqing and Hong Yun.

Yang Wanqing smiled and said, "Uncle, please have dinner!"

"Shao Shang, come and eat!"

She gave everyone more food, and then the family started to eat.

The atmosphere in the Qu family is still very good. Although there are fewer people, it is precisely because of this that there are no conflicts in the family.

After breakfast, Qu Shaogong took Yang Wanqing to meet his second aunt, Li.

Li has been suffering from the disease for many years. It was a disease she had when she was born Qu Shaoshang. At first, she could still walk, but in recent years, she has been bedridden.

The Qu family also found many doctors for her and used many precious medicines on her, but unfortunately none of them could cure her illness.

Li had a gentle personality, but he looked a little tired. He went to rest without saying a few words.

Then Yang Wanqing began to familiarize herself with the affairs of the Duke's Mansion. There were many things to take care of in such a large Duke's Mansion. Fortunately, Yang Wanqing also had some experience as a housekeeper.

Wang had asked her to take charge of some matters in the Yang family a long time ago.

In addition, the Yang family's girls' school also teaches some household management knowledge, such as accounting, reading account books, the categories and prices of various textiles, spices, tea, wine, paper and other daily necessities.

They will even teach some business experience as the basis for managing a family business.

Women from aristocratic families would learn these things, and Yang Wanqing had also learned them.

Yang Wanqing spent two days at the Qu family. Overall, she was happy. Except for feeling a little uncomfortable with the deserted atmosphere at the Qu family, she didn't feel bad about anything else.

On the third day after their marriage, Qu Shaoshang and Yang Wanqing returned home together.

After the family had a lively lunch, Yang Wanqing came to Yang Zhengshan and asked, "Grandpa, do we still have royal honey?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

Yang Wanqing said softly: "Uncle and Aunt Qu are not in good health, so I want to give them some royal honey to nourish them!"

"Just because you're not feeling well?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"Uncle Qu has been weak since childhood, and Aunt Qu suffered from a disease in her early years!" Yang Wanqing said.

Yang Zhengshan thought about it. With the power of the Duke of Xingguo's Mansion, if it was just a common illness, it should have been cured long ago. If even the Duke of Xingguo's Mansion could not cure the two people's illnesses, Yang Zhengshan had no other options.

"Herb Brew, Donglingchun and Royal Honey can nourish the body. There is a lot of Herb Brew in your dowry. You can give some to them!"

"After we go back, Grandpa will have someone send some more over!"

Yang Wanqing whispered, "Isn't the Herbal Wine too expensive?"

Hundred Herb Wine can be exchanged for precious medicines. Although Yang Wanqing doesn't know much about Hundred Herb Wine, it has always been in great demand in Kyoto.

Yang Zhengshan said with a smile: "There is no need to be frugal when drinking at home, but try not to give it to others!"

Yang Wanqing nodded repeatedly.

After returning home, Yang Zhengshan accompanied Yu Qingyi to tour Nanhua City for two days and then prepared to return to Kyoto. However, before returning to Kyoto, he still had one thing to do.

On this day he came to the Duke of Xingguo's Mansion again.

After chatting with Qu Changkong in the tea room for a while, he suddenly asked, "Are you interested in a competition?"

Qu Changkong was stunned, "Comparing what?"

Yang Zhengshan's lips curled up slightly, "What else can we compare? I even brought my gun!"

Qu Changkong looked at him and said, "Brother, if we fight, I won't let you win!"

Yang Zhengshan said with a smile: "I won't let you go either!"

Qu Changkong laughed loudly, "If that's the case, then let's have a competition!"

"Someone, go get my halberd!"

A moment later, the two men stood in the parade ground of the Duke of Xingguo's Mansion, one holding a gun and the other holding a halberd, standing opposite each other.

Qu Changkong's halberd is a Fang Tian Hua Ji with a "well"-shaped top. The Fang Tian Hua Ji is usually a ceremonial item and is rarely used in actual combat. However, it is not that it cannot be used in actual combat, but that it has extremely high requirements for the user.

The two men faced each other, releasing their aura wantonly.

A strong murderous aura permeated the air above the parade ground, causing the surrounding guards and followers to change color.

In the Mansion of Duke Xingguo, many people heard that Yang Zhengshan was going to compete with Qu Changkong, and they all came to watch.

Even Qu Shaogong and Yang Wanqing came running over.

"Madam, who do you think is powerful?" Qu Shaogong asked with a smile.

"My grandpa must be awesome!"

"That's not necessarily true. My grandfather has been in the innate realm for forty years, and it has been less than ten years since Lord Yang broke through to the innate realm." Qu Shaogong said.

Yang Wanqing raised her fist and said, "It's not the case that whoever is older has stronger strength."

Qu Shaogong was speechless. He was two years older than Yang Wanqing, but his cultivation was far inferior to Yang Wanqing's.

Yang Wanqing has now cultivated to the second level of the acquired realm, while he has just broken through to the acquired realm.

My cultivation level is not as good as my wife's, so my husband's authority is weakened!
On the training ground, Yang Zhengshan swung his spear and said with a smile: "Brother, be careful!"

"Brother, come on! Haha~~" Qu Changkong laughed.

Yang Zhengshan took the initiative, leaped up, raised his spear, and chopped down with force.

Qu Changkong raised his halberd to block, and with a clang, Qu Changkong bent his arms and almost failed to block Yang Zhengshan's powerful blow.

He narrowed his eyes, secretly surprised at Yang Zhengshan's great strength.

"If you underestimate the enemy, you will become a laughing stock!"

Yang Zhengshan said as he swung his spear and struck out with force again.

Qu Changkong still raised his halberd to block, but this time he no longer resisted head-on, but used more techniques.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged more than a dozen moves, and the clanging sounds were continuous and becoming more and more rapid.

The test was over, the spear was stained with green light, and Qu Changkong's halberd also had a hint of red.

Qu Changkong became more and more frightened as the fight went on. He discovered that Yang Zhengshan's strength was not weaker than his.

In terms of cultivation alone, Yang Zhengshan is naturally inferior to Qu Changkong.

Qu Changkong's true energy is stronger than Yang Zhengshan's.

Qu Changkong's understanding of mysteries and subtleties is also deeper than Yang Zhengshan's.

But there is one thing that Yang Zhengshan is far superior to Qu Changkong, and that is the realm of martial arts.

The artistic conception of martial arts is the level of entering the Tao. Just as Taoist Xuanzhen has touched the threshold of entering the Tao a little bit, Yang Zhengshan has also touched the threshold of entering the Tao a little bit.

That’s right, it was a thunderous shot.

During the Battle of Zhengyang Gate, Yang Zhengshan inexplicably performed a stunning shot.

Since then, Yang Zhengshan has been looking for the feeling of that shot, but unfortunately, after several years, he has no clue. But at the moment of fighting with Yue Minghua in the naval battle, he found the feeling of that shot again.

During this period of time, he has been comprehending the thunder shot.

There are three ways to enter the Tao: the first is heaven and earth, the second is to cultivate the mind, and the third is to only think about myself.

Taoist Xuanzhen's artistic conception, which is similar to controlling the wind, should be the first type, the artistic conception felt from the heaven and earth.

Yang Zhengshan’s thunderous shot should be the third type of egoism, where there is nothing outside of the mind and only I exist.

The gun in his hand is not a gun, but himself.

Of course, at this time, Yang Zhengshan's understanding of the artistic conception was still very superficial, perhaps even inferior to that of Taoist Xuanzhen.

But this was enough to make Qu Changkong feel heavy pressure.

Yang Zhengshan didn't even need to use his Thunder Shot to fight on equal terms with Qu Changkong.

Today is just a competition, he cannot control the Thunder Gun yet. The Thunder Gun is too powerful, once it is fired, he cannot take it back.

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Therefore, he absolutely cannot use the Thunder Shot on Qu Changkong now, otherwise Qu Changkong will either die or be injured.

On the training ground, the two men fought more and more fiercely, with different collisions of spears and halberds, and each collision would burst out a large amount of true energy.

The people watching around retreated again and again, fearing that they would be affected by their fight.

Qu Changkong no longer held back, releasing a strong inner energy with every move he made.

But the stronger he becomes, the stronger Yang Zhengshan becomes.

In addition to the thunderous shot, Yang Zhengshan also exerted all his strength.

A long spear danced freely, the pale tip of the spear shining like a star in the night sky and as sharp as thunder in the dark clouds.

"Ah~~ Break it for me!"

Qu Changkong roared, and swung the long spear in his hand into the air, with the sharp blade pressing down.

Yang Zhengshan's eyes flashed, and the spear shot out like a poisonous snake, with the tip of the spear accurately hitting the blade.

With a ding, sparks flew.

The next moment, he turned around and swept the butt of his spear out horizontally. Qu Changkong quickly raised his halberd diagonally to block.

After blocking the butt of the gun, Yang Zhengshan crouched down and thrust the gun out again, stabbing Qu Changkong in the face.

Qu Changkong swung his halberd across the field while retreating.

Yang Zhengshan jumped up, took advantage of the situation, and stabbed out repeatedly with the pole tightly grasped in both hands.

The spear's light was dim and forced Qu Changkong to retreat again and again.

At this time, his gun was very fast, so fast that Qu Changkong felt his scalp tingling.

In addition to being fast, his gun is also versatile.

Each stab looks the same, but in fact it contains countless variations.

Doing whatever you want is not just talk, nor is it simply moving your fingers as you wish. It means that whatever you think in your heart, your gun will go where it wants.

I am the gun and the gun is me.

The gun follows your heart, without any restraint.

There is only the gun and me, and I am the only one who exists, nothing else.

When Qu Changkong faced Yang Zhengshan's gun, he actually felt overwhelmed for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, Qu Changkong had retreated to the edge of the training ground.

Yang Zhengshan turned his body again, grasped the spear under the tip of the gun with one hand, and accurately poked Qu Changkong's halberd with the butt of the gun.

The powerful force hit Qu Changkong like a train. The next moment, Qu Changkong was shot out and crashed into the armory next to the parade ground.

After a loud bang, there was a loud crashing sound.

The wooden walls were smashed to pieces, and the weapons inside were scattered all over the ground.

"Good!" Yang Wanqing clapped her hands, but she soon realized that she shouldn't applaud at this time.

The winner was her grandfather and the loser was her husband's grandfather. It was obviously inappropriate to cheer at this time.

She quickly covered her mouth and secretly looked at Qu Shaogong beside her.

Qu Shaogong had a dazed look on his face and didn't notice Yang Wanqing's cheers at all.

"Grandfather actually lost!"

"how is this possible?"

Qu Shaogong doubted whether he had seen it wrongly, and even suspected that he was dreaming.

Well, it must be a dream!
Yesterday I dreamed that my wife beat me up.

Today I actually dreamed that Yang Hou defeated my grandfather!

He slapped his face hard, and after feeling a burst of pain, he had to accept the reality.

"Why are you hitting yourself?" Yang Wanqing looked at him puzzled.

How could my husband be so stupid!
"It's okay!" Qu Shaogong said a little depressed.

"Cough cough~~"

Qu Changkong walked out of the messy warehouse and looked at Yang Zhengshan with a complicated expression.

"I didn't expect you to be so strong?"

Yang Zhengshan put away his spear and said with a smile: "I just got some insights recently!"

After this battle, his understanding of the state of mind of egoism became deeper.

Qu Changkong sighed depressedly. He actually lost. Even he couldn't believe it.

He thought that his strength should be far superior to Yang Zhengshan's, but he never expected that he would be defeated so easily.

He also noticed that Yang Zhengshan didn't seem to be exerting his full strength.

This means that the gap between him and Yang Zhengshan is far greater than what has just been shown.

"What is your realization?"

Yang Zhengshan said: "Artistic conception!"

"Artistic conception!" Qu Changkong's eyes lit up. "Come on, tell me what artistic conception is. You can't be secretive. You have to give me some pointers!"

After saying that, he pulled Yang Zhengshan and walked towards the tea room.

Yang Zhengshan threw the spear to his follower and went to the teahouse with him.

The two men sat down, and Qu Changkong no longer dwelled on his recent defeat. Compared to the state of mind and entering the Tao, losing the fight didn't matter.

"Tell me quickly what artistic conception is!" Qu Changkong said.

Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly, "It's hard to explain!"

"Uh, you're not going to fool me!" Qu Changkong was a little unconvinced.

Yang Zhengshan smiled helplessly and said, "Why would I fool you? You have to rely on your own understanding. I don't know how to explain it!"

He pondered for a while, then said, "Do you know the three methods of entering the Tao?"

"I know!" Qu Changkong nodded.

"Do you understand the law of me alone?"

"I understand, but I don't know what it means!" Qu Changkong looked at Yang Zhengshan expectantly. He really hoped that Yang Zhengshan could say something.

Yang Zhengshan said: "I am the only one who exists. Well, the gun is me and I am the gun."

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Be honest with your heart and be honest with your gun!"

"..." Qu Changkong was confused, what was this?
Yang Zhengshan smiled bitterly, "It can only be understood but not expressed in words!"

How to describe that feeling?

Yang Zhengshan really couldn't think of any words to explain it clearly.

Qu Changkong sighed softly, "That's right, if it's that easy to comprehend, then entering the Dao is not entering the Dao!"

(End of this chapter)