What do you mean I'm a ghost story?

Chapter 87 Unrivaled Warrior
"Actually, it's nothing much. I'm just a little bored here with nothing to do."

When Xia Qing made her guess, Zhou Ying, Xia's mother, waved her hand to smooth things over.

But she's a bit of a chatterbox, and once she started talking, she couldn't stop. She immediately sighed again:

“Your cousin is getting married these days, and your Grandpa Yang, who lives next door to our old house in the countryside, just passed away a couple of days ago. He invited us to the banquet but we didn’t go. Now people are probably going to gossip about our family. They used to always come to our aid whenever something happened.”

"And the shop, it's been closed for half a month, this can't go on. The landlord is asking if we're not planning to rent it anymore, and our regular customers have all gone elsewhere. If this continues, the business will go under..."

"Alright, stop talking so much."

Zhou Ying kept rambling on and on until her father, Xia Jin, finally couldn't stand it anymore and stopped her, saying, "It's not like we didn't ask someone to send a gift. We can just explain it to them later. The shop won't go bankrupt if it's closed for a few days."

"Yes, yes, yes, it's my mouth."

Zhou Ying then realized what was happening and immediately slapped her mouth in annoyance.

"It shouldn't be long. I'll resolve things as soon as possible, and I'll move back immediately afterward."

Xia Qing sighed, but could only offer words of comfort and reassurance.

It's really not good for my parents to keep living in this base.

A person's life is not just about existing; it also involves maintaining a career and interpersonal relationships, and pursuing various goals and desires.

Especially for older generations like our parents, social interactions and work occupy a large part of their lives, so they are actually more uncomfortable when they have free time.

They don't stay home as much as young people do, even with internet access and games.

Even for leisure and entertainment, they are more accustomed to activities with a social element, such as mahjong and poker.

Staying in this training base where they don't know anyone and have nothing for half a month is indeed quite difficult for them.

Not to mention they also have to worry about their son, who has gotten into all sorts of trouble and even has to make them hide in a military base.

If they stay here like this, even if they say it's nothing, they will eventually have physical and mental problems.

“I told you not to worry about us. Your mother is just idle. She has no worries about food or drink, yet she still complains about living here.”

When Dad Xia Jin spoke again, he still had that tough, chauvinistic look.

"Alright then, since you're all free, I'll find you something to do."

Xia Qing smiled helplessly, pulled the two of them downstairs, and found a deserted open space nearby.

"What?"

Xia Jin and Zhou Ying were both confused.

"I'll teach you Tai Chi, so you'll at least have something to do, and it'll also help you stay healthy."

Xia Qing chuckled and replied, then immediately began to demonstrate.

Regarding his mental and physical health, he really couldn't do anything about the psychological aspects, but he did have some physical problems.

His Tai Chi skills are genuine, and he excels at regulating the body and replenishing vital energy and blood.

It may even have some benefits for one's mental well-being.

If you train well, even if you don't engage in actual combat, it will definitely be extremely beneficial to your physical and mental well-being.

He happens to be teaching a group of elderly people every day, so he's quite experienced in this area.

We can't let everyone else teach while leaving our own parents behind. Coming here today is a good opportunity to arrange for the two of them to receive instruction.

"What do you mean 'soft and weak'? I'm not old enough to practice Tai Chi with old men in the park."

After listening to Xia Qing's explanation, Xia Jin, Xia Qing's father, looked at Xia Qing's weak and feeble Tai Chi movements with some disdain.

Firstly, he is indeed quite chauvinistic and has a tough-guy personality, so he feels a bit embarrassed to have his son teach his "father" things.

Secondly, Tai Chi is generally perceived as something only elderly people in their seventies or eighties practice, which inevitably leads to some looking down on it and feeling that one is being looked down upon.

He's a veteran, after all, and he's trained in real combat. Even if he's gained some weight in middle age, it's impossible for him to be practicing Tai Chi.

"Hey, you're looking down on me now." Xia Qing chuckled and said, "My Tai Chi isn't some fake skill. I used to be able to take on dozens of people by myself. My mom knows that. You can ask her if you don't believe me."

"I didn't see it, and they attacked dozens of them, a bunch of old men and women. You think you could even get a chance? You should be glad they didn't try to scam you."

My mother, however, didn't support this; instead, she gave me a reproachful look.

"Alright, looks like I have to show off my skills today. Why don't you give it a try, Dad?"

Xia Qing immediately grinned and assumed a fighting stance.

He was often beaten by his father when he was a child, and coupled with his serious and silent personality, his father was basically a strict father figure in his mind, and he has always been quite afraid of his father's authority.

However, it seems that her mindset is different now. She is more at ease and can even make some jokes casually.

"Well, kid, you've got too big for your britches, haven't you? Well, I'll really give you a try."

Xia Jin thought his father wouldn't agree, but to his surprise, he showed a rare joking smile and actually took a military fighting stance and attacked.

Despite his middle-aged weight gain, his daily labor intensity was still quite high, and he was just as strong. However, since he was facing his own son, he naturally dared not use too much force at the beginning.

The result was as expected. Xia Qing's Tai Chi push hands led and pushed him back several steps, causing him to stagger.

"Come again."

Xia Jin, unwilling to accept defeat and feeling he was losing face, immediately attacked again.

The result, naturally, was as expected.

"Hey, this guy's actually got some skills."

After several attempts, Xia Jin finally had to believe it, and looked at Xia Qing with some surprise and disbelief: "Where did you learn this skill from?"

"Of course we learned it from the authorities, from the secret service. Those who know, know."

Xia Qing skillfully tossed the pot around.

The official title immediately aroused Xia Jin's even greater respect.

"My Tai Chi is a genuine national martial art! A killing technique!"

In order to get his father to learn with the right attitude, Xia Qing immediately changed his demeanor, transforming his entire boxing style from soft to hard.

A set of powerful and explosive punches, like the swinging of a heavy hammer, was unleashed, instantly creating a fierce wind and continuous loud noises.

"Good! Great!"

"Dude, what kind of fighting style are you using? That looks pretty intense!"

After he finished performing a set of punches, scattered cheers rang out from the surrounding area.

However, some soldiers who had just finished training happened to be passing by and, after watching Xia Qing practice his boxing, they stopped and watched.

"Tai Chi."

Xia Qing replied with a smile, but almost no one believed her. Instead, they laughed and said they wanted to have a friendly spar.

"Come!"

Without saying a word, Xia Qing met the challenge head-on, and in no time, the place was a scene of chaos and defeat.

After all, even if they were elites, in terms of close combat, they were far inferior to Xia Qing in the present day.

However, this did spark a trend of practicing Tai Chi.

"Come on, let's practice together. Remember the mantra: a big watermelon, cut in half, give one half to him, give the other half to him..."

Since he was going to teach his parents anyway, whether he taught one or a group of them, Xia Qing was naturally generous and immediately began demonstrating martial arts.

"Your bravery surpasses all others in the army, making you the champion. Your [Overlord Halberd Technique] has swept through the fiercest soldiers..."

(End of this chapter)