Wanjin Lady

Chapter 80 Martial Arts Practice
Wen Wan changed into light clothes and slowly climbed up the mountain.

It was early autumn, and the green plants on the mountains began to turn yellow slowly. The yellow and green contrasted with the blue sky and white clouds. Birds flapped their wings in the distance, and the world seemed leisurely.

Wenwan climbed up slowly and leisurely, feeling as if she was a boat floating on the lake, inexplicably peaceful.

When we reached the middle of the mountain, we met a dozen or so workers who were coming down the mountain to eat.

These guys had just returned from training, stained with sweat, all shirtless. Ten or twenty-year-old boys were running around the mountain like monkeys, squeaking and screaming. Their topics revolved around how brutal Zhao Heng was, how hard the training was, and what Zhao Heng's face looked like under the mask.

Wen Wan could hear the monkeys screaming from a distance.

The guys' heated discussion came to an abrupt halt when they saw Wen Wan climbing the mountain at a snail's pace from afar!

The group of shirtless young men finally felt shy. They all tore off the clothes tied around their waists and swiftly covered their chests. They were as shy as new brides getting into a sedan chair, and even their voices were a little shy. "The young master is here!"

"Young Master! My son-in-law is still in the training ground!"

Wen Wan greeted them with a smile, and only continued walking up the mountain after seeing that they were all embarrassed like monkey butts.

It was only when they reached the martial arts training ground halfway up the mountain that Wen Wan saw the man in the middle of the field.

Zhao Heng was wearing a plain coarse linen robe, and his figure was as graceful as jade. He still wore the half mask she had given him on his face.

Although it was autumn, the heat was still lingering. The man's forehead was covered with sweat, but he did not take off his coat like other men. Instead, he covered himself tightly.

This disappointed Wen Wan, who had wanted to go up the mountain to take a peek at the muscular man.

Okay, okay, just be on guard against her, right?
However, Wen Wan looked around and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

She had heard Chen Ma and Hongmei talk about it a long time ago, saying that her brother-in-law had bought a piece of land in the back mountain as a martial arts training ground, and he was often digging there alone.

Wen Wan thought it was just a minor quarrel, but she was shocked when she saw it today.

The training ground was not small, about half the size of a football field in later times. Its edges were fixed with ropes. Inside, there were shooting ranges, weapon racks, and fighting platforms. Although it was simple, it had everything.

Zhao Heng used local materials, mostly wood or hay from the mountains, and personally made a batch of wooden weapons.

So you've been busy for so long just to build this martial arts training ground?

Wen Wan suddenly felt distressed. It was like a mother who had worked hard all day as a cow or horse, and then came home to see her child playing with a wooden sword in his room because he had no money to buy toys. She wanted to slap herself twice.

What a pitiful child!

The child has no job, no friends, and is wearing a mask, so he can only find fun on his own!

It’s not like we don’t have the conditions at home!

buy!
Buy them all!
Real guns, real swords, bows and arrows, eighteen kinds of weapons, one of each!
Zhao Heng was practicing archery, his expression focused. The sunlight fell on his face, and the silver mask reflected a frightening light. His fingers rested on the bow, and the muscles in his arms were tense, as if they were about to burst through the thin layer of cotton and linen.

An arrow shot out.

--boom.

There was a loud bang, hitting the bull's eye.

The crude target made of dry grass fell down with a sound, and the dry grass was scattered in a pile.

Wen Wan wanted to slap herself twice again!

Buy! Buy them all! The child is interested in this, so as a mother... oh no... as a wealthy woman, she must support it!
Zhao Heng had already noticed Wen Wan's arrival. After shooting an arrow, he turned his head to look at her.

The young lady's expression was complex and he couldn't understand it.

It seems like... there is a vague sense of compassion.

Zhao Heng laughed under the mask, "Madam, why are you looking at me like that?"

Wen Wan shook her head, shaking off the messy thoughts in her mind, and then walked up to him and said with a playful smile: "My husband is handsome."

"Smooth-talking." Zhao Heng smiled as he looked her up and down. He noticed she had changed into a neat outfit; all her hairpins and ornaments were gone, her long hair was neatly tied up, and her usual flowing sleeves had been replaced with narrow-sleeved trousers and a top, making her appear even thinner and more sassy. "My lady, are you going to be my sparring partner?" Wen Wan walked into the arena. "Didn't we agree that you would teach me a few self-defense techniques?"

Oh yes.

Zhao Heng placed his bow and arrow on a simple wooden weapon rack nearby. He turned around and handed him a clean white handkerchief. "Wipe your sweat."

Zhao Heng lowered his head slightly and signaled Wen Wan to wipe the sweat off his face.

Ok.

Xiu Gou turned his belly over.

Wen Wan stood on tiptoe and wiped the sweat from his forehead, but Zhao Heng had not decided what to teach her.

Women were not like men, especially his wife, whose body was so delicate that a gust of wind could blow her down. He was reluctant to discipline her, fearing she would get bumped, bruised, or fall.

Father Wen will definitely take back the sword he gave him!

And he took a long sword and hacked at him all over the yard.

Zhao Heng asked Wen Wan, "What do you want to learn, madam?"

Wen Wan put away the robe and pondered for a moment, "It can be fatal in one blow."

Zhao Heng's expression froze for a moment, then he smiled, "Okay."

"You've never learned martial arts before. You're frail, with weak upper and lower body strength. You're skinny and lack agility. You don't have any advantages in a fight."

She smiled gently, "I already know these shortcomings."

"So..." Zhao Heng reached out and gently tapped her forehead, "If you encounter an enemy attack from a distance, you should run away as quickly as possible or find cover."

The young lady looked confident and said proudly, "I'm very skilled at running away."

Zhao Heng couldn't help but chuckle, remembering how Old Man Wen had chased Wen Wan for two or three days without gaining any advantage. "If there's no escape, use provocation or patiently wait to lure him into a close combat."

Zhao Heng put his hands behind his back and walked leisurely around behind her.

The man's deep voice lingered in my ears.

"If you encounter an enemy, remember not to panic. First, observe calmly, then show weakness in a timely manner. This will make the enemy feel weak and vulnerable, lowering their guard. Then, you can take the opportunity to find their weaknesses. Remember, everyone has weaknesses."

"If the opponent is taller than you, his lower body will be unstable, so focus on attacking the lower lane."

"If the opponent is stronger than you, focus on attacking vital parts such as the eyes, throat, internal organs, and joints."

"If your opponent is of similar size, try to catch them off guard and surprise them. Your attacks must be fast, fierce, and accurate. Don't waste your energy fighting against them."

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind by my ears.

The man's voice, which had been gentle just now, suddenly became murderous.

"Dodge and strangle. If the enemy attacks you from behind and strangles you, first raise your hand and break his fingers. At the same time, dodge sideways, twist your arm, extend your foot to trip the enemy, and quickly pierce the eye with your finger!"

Wen Wan asked uncertainly: "What does... "inserting an eye" mean?

"Insert your index and middle fingers into the opponent's eyes." Zhao Heng raised an eyebrow. "Although it's cruel, it can be fatal, and it's quick."

Wen Wan felt uncomfortable when she thought of the bloody scene of fingers inserted into eyeballs, but she quickly adjusted herself.

She repeatedly reminded herself that this was the Chen Dynasty, where the strong preyed on the weak and there was no need to carry too strong a sense of morality.

Now the Cheng family is eyeing her covetously, and one day the only fighting force, Zhao Heng, will leave. She must have the power to protect herself.

She would never put her gentle life in the hands of others.

(End of this chapter)