The ninth wonder of one person

Chapter 132 Disciple (Two in One)

"How about it, are you interested?"

Just when Jiang Xin was looking at the leftover mud and straw ropes on the ground, a voice sounded behind him. Turning his head to look, it was Yang Cunren who had just talked to him in the lobby.

Together with the old man, there was also a strong man carrying a box, who didn't know what it contained.

I don't know what kind of medicine is sold in this old man's gourd, Jiang Xin looked back and forth, and nodded hesitantly: "It's okay."

"fine?"

After getting Jiang Xin's answer, Yang Cunren was not annoyed, but instead laughed: "Okay, don't bother to look around, come with me."

After finishing speaking, Yang Cunren gestured to the eyes of the strong man behind him, and then walked towards the south of the village. There was a place Jiang Xin had never been to. Not only was there no one there, even the courtyard walls were tall and big. , looks extremely formidable.

Compared to other places in the village, it is quiet here, even the most naughty children never come here to mess around, presumably because they are afraid of being beaten.

Skimming the courtyard walls beside him, Yang Cunren finally took Jiang Xin to stop in front of a courtyard gate. According to the division, this is the most central area in the south of the village. Along the way, Jiang Xin saw no less than ten people who were patrolling. sculptures, each accompanied by someone.

Ignoring Jiang Xin's thoughts, Yang Cunren pushed open the courtyard door and walked in. A breeze blew in his face. He walked in and saw that there were dozens or hundreds of piles of mud on an open space surrounded by walls. Outside, there are only two stools.

Sitting on the stool, Yang Cunren took the not-so-small box from the hand of the strong man, and put it in front of Jiang Xin with a bang: "Originally, I planned to make a clay figurine for you to take away, but I thought about it carefully. Thinking about it, I think it’s a bit inappropriate to do so.”

Hearing this, and looking at the unknown box and various piles of mud on the side, Jiang Xin suddenly had some bad premonitions: "Old man, you won't."

"That's right!" Yang Cunren nodded, and suddenly grinned: "I think I will teach you how to make clay sculptures myself, and let you sculpt the clay figurines yourself."

Hearing this, Jiang Xin's heart suddenly turned cold. He didn't know anything else, but just from Yang Gang's sentence "five years of sculpture, five years of sculpture, ten years of cultivation", he can feel that clay sculpture is not easy to learn.

He has a certain degree of confidence in his ability to learn by hand, but with this confidence alone, Jiang Xin is not so conceited to learn a method that has been passed down in other villages for at least a hundred years, and its operation is not inferior to magic weapons.

God knows what standard this old man has set for himself. If he has to study for two or three years, maybe everything outside has already been settled.

He already has a lot of abilities in him, so he doesn't have time to familiarize himself with the use of them now, but now he is asked to learn this kind of clay sculpture, and he really complies with the saying that it is miscellaneous but not perfect.

Dazed for a moment, Jiang Xin smiled dryly: "Master Yang, this is not good. This clay sculpture is a family tradition in your village, so it is not appropriate to pass it on to an outsider like me."

"My Yang family doesn't have such rules. I cover it so that people don't see it. It's just to prevent people who want to learn from it and become a scourge." Yang Cunren waved his hand: "I am now the head of the Yang family. In this land, I can do whatever I say. You don't finish learning." , can't go."

Seeing that the old man's attitude was so firm, Jiang Xin could only give up the idea of ​​persuasion, and instead said: "Then old man, how far do I have to learn before I can leave, you have to give me a standard, I'm out My family is still waiting, so I can't stay here for long."

Hearing Jiang Xin's words, Yang Cunren fell silent. Gou Chen hadn't talked to him about Jiang Xin's family situation in detail before. He only thought that Jiang Xin was telling the truth now, but now he has to think carefully.

You have to say that the line is low, this guy learned three punches and two kicks, and he can only embarrass the sculptures of their Yang family.The setting is too high, and if someone really recruits the older generation of the family, he will not be able to beat him.But he couldn't admit cowardice in front of a junior.

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"Whenever I say you pass the test, you can pass the test at any time, don't try to let me pass by!" Yang Cunren waved his hand: "Okay, don't talk nonsense to me, come here and study carefully, finish studying early and go out early. "

Seeing that the elders who moved out of the house and didn't know if they existed could not frighten Mr. Yang, Jiang Xin could only sigh and sit down.

This sitting heralded the official start of his hard-working study career.

"Those of us who play clay sculpture, the means we use look powerful, but in fact they still belong to craftsmen. Craftsmen must have tools that are suitable for their work."

While talking, Mr. Yang pulled over the box on the side, and opened it layer by layer, revealing the number of tools inside: "You are a novice, the basics are very important, let's start by identifying all these tools. .”

"The commonly used tools outside are probably wooden sticks, extension knives, and plastic knives. In our village, the division is more detailed. There are a total of 69, plus the pencil tool, a total of 84 types. You can use them all. Know it and know how to use it."

"84 kinds!" Jiang Xin looked at the half-circle of things in front of him, and he was stunned. He could clearly see that many of the things in it were double-ended, and the purpose of the two ends could be seen at a glance. is different.

This counts the use of nearly 100 tools, all of which must be learned?

The corners of Jiang Xin's mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at Yang Cunren: "I turned around in the village, and most people don't seem to use this kind of tool, but just pinch it by hand, and the qi seems to be able to have some strange uses."

"You want to learn hand sculpting?" Yang Cunren glanced at Jiang Xin: "You think that the movement looks simple, but it is really simple, and the strength of the hand is three points more difficult than ordinary kung fu."

Jiang Xin scratched her head with a smile: "Let me see, if it doesn't work, I'll learn how to use these tools again."

"Row."

This kind of situation seems to be seen a lot, Yang Cunren stretched out his hand to caress the mud on the side, gathered a ball of mud into his palm: "Go, grab a piece."

"Oh, good." Jiang Xin stood up, imitating Yang Cunren's gesture and scratching at the mud.

With a hiss, five scratch marks remained on it, and Jiang Xin also grabbed a lump of mud, which was forcibly grabbed with fingers, and the number was much less than that of Yang Cunren.

Seeing this, Yang Cunren didn't say anything, he just put the mud in his palm and spread it out: "Look, now I don't have a single qi in my hand."

Jiang Xinyun looked at the method and nodded: "Yes."

"Thief boy." Seeing the light in Jiang Xin's eyes, Yang Cunren chuckled, put his other hand behind his back, and stretched out the hand holding the mud.

Without mobilizing the breath of Qi in his body, Yang Cunren's dozens of joints and muscles in one hand worked like machines that are not related to each other.

The mud that was originally resting in his palm gradually changed and shifted under the divergent force of the palm muscles, and the five fingers continued to carve on it like delicate mechanical arms.

Jiang Xin couldn't tell how long it had passed, but felt that before she had time to see the movements of the old man's hands clearly, she found a mud ball full of symmetrical lines appearing in front of her.

Putting the handy but ingenious clay ball on the workbench aside, Yang Cunren looked at Jiang Xin: "Boy, this is a skill I have practiced for decades, how long do you think it will take you?" Only then can I learn it, one month will do.”

Jiang Xin looked at her hands and shook her head: "No. But I still have to learn!"

Yang Cunren glanced at Jiang Xin, and suddenly laughed: "Good boy, I have ambitions. But it took him more than ten years to learn, how long are you going to learn?"

"Your talent for practicing qi is superb, but the kung fu you do has nothing to do with qi. There are many people in this village who have not practiced qi kung fu who have learned this method, but those who practice qi can't learn this skill. It’s not something you can learn if you want to.”

"I want to try." Jiang Xin smiled: "It's the first time I've seen this kind of exquisite control, it's a pity not to try."

What Jiang Xin said was correct, but more because he saw something else from this technique, and he wanted to see if this technique could be used in other places on his body, so he asked for it.

As for Ma Xianhong's Magical Alchemy and Tang Sect's Dan Chu Jiangxin, after thinking about it carefully, the former one may not be so easy to get.The latter. Let it go, anyway, with Zi Yan in hand, he is not very short of such a big killer move.

Killing looked at Jiang Xin for a moment, Yang Cunren nodded with a little inexplicable smile: "Okay, if you want to learn, I will teach you, old man, just because I have been too busy recently."

Anyway, he is also the patriarch of a family. Although Yang Cunren's first impression is not very good, he still has the ability to teach others, otherwise he would not be able to pass down this huge village.

Look at the old man in Fengmen Village, from the beginning to the end, except for throwing a gods and ghosts to Jiang Xin and translation, the higher-ups did not hand in, completely looking at your own understanding, and this constitutes a Obvious contrast.

Putting his hands in front of Jiang Xin, Yang Cunren's muscles and bones exerted strength, and the originally flat palms gradually became undulating, like waves.

Just looking at it with the naked eye, there is nothing unique about the muscle movement, but after Yang Cunren attached a trace of qi breath, a round ball appeared in his palms.

"See clearly, this is the method passed down by our Yang family. The original name is no longer known. After continuous improvement, the current name is Yuan Shou, which is the foundation and source of all the methods of my Yang family."

"See it clearly, the power in the palm is mixed into one, and you can do whatever you want, that's how you connect the hands."

As he said that, as if to make Jiang Xin see more clearly, Yang Cunren's ten fingers moved slightly, and the movement of the palm muscles also changed slightly.

As if peeling off the cocoon, the original Hunyuan ball was gradually stretched, and in just a moment, a human figure "broke out" from the ball.

The strength in both hands gradually dissipated, and Yang Cunren looked at Jiang Xin: "I think your way of seeing is also quite miraculous. You must have seen clearly the flow of Qi on my palm just now."

"Yes, I see it clearly." Jiang Xin didn't hide anything, and nodded in response directly: "However, I see that the movement of the energy doesn't seem to match the direction of the meridians in the hand?"

"Of course it doesn't match." Yang Cunren nodded: "I deliberately drew out the qi to pass through the tympanic membrane, which symbolizes the sequence of the generation and dissipation of the energy. After watching the whole process, remember How many?"

"I don't remember much." Jiang Xin smiled a little embarrassedly: "The ball in your hand is too bright, blocking the movement of the force in your hand, I only remember the beginning part."

"Remember the opening paragraph?" Yang Cunren opened his eyes slightly: "Since you have memorized the opening paragraph, well, show it to me now."

"Can you use Qi?"

Yang Cunren was silent for a while, then nodded: "It's too time-consuming for you to work hard, you can use Qi, as long as you can simulate the flow of energy."

"That's good." Jiang Xin smiled and stretched out his hand. Under the gathering of Yuan Qi, he was drawn to the corresponding position in an instant, and then simulated that force to circulate.

Sometimes Qi can do what ordinary people can't, or Jiang Xin's Yuan Qi is too miraculous.

Under the control of Jiang Xin's subjective consciousness, Yuan Qi seems to be a more precise arm, pushing and pulling the muscles to relax, squeezing out strands of energy hidden in the cells forcibly and exquisitely, and then gradually circulating , Gathering thoughts in the palm of your hand.

A moment later, a seemingly thin ball appeared in Jiang Xin's hand, but without the guidance of the next step, it quickly dispersed again.

"call!"

Dispersing the Yuan Qi in his hand, Jiang Xin took a deep breath, couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and looked at Yang Cunren: "Do you think I have learned it?"

Yang Cunren's heart twitched, and after a moment of silence, he uttered two words from the corner of his mouth: "It's okay."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Jiang Xin to say anything, Yang Cunren hurriedly pulled him into an ancestral hall-like building, inside which was only a figure several meters high, which was probably the ancestor of the Yang family—the plastic saint Yang Huizhi.

"I forgot to tell you earlier that if you want to learn my family's methods, you must first learn from a teacher. I see that you have the strengths of various families, and I don't force you to join my Yang family. I only accept you as a registered student. There is also a teacher." The method of passing on the name to you and my family."

"However, if you become a teacher, there are still some rules that you must abide by. One: go out and fight against different sects, and come back to the village to solve any problems; If you find out, at least you will take back the Hui clan's land, and at worst you will take back what you have learned; three: Do not disclose the location of the village to anyone."

"People in the village generally don't go out. You just need to promise to keep the secret, and I can take you as an apprentice. You can learn all the tricks of the Yang family. How about it, would you like it!"

Jiang Xin was silent for a while, then raised her head: "I can promise to keep the secret, but outsiders will forcefully search for the soul."

"Our family has its own way to deal with those people." Yang Cunren didn't care: "Swearing in front of the ancestors means that you have accepted this rule. As long as you don't say it yourself, no one can do anything to you."

As he said that, Yang Cunren stretched out his hand out of nowhere, and a Wumeng qi light spread out from the statue, formed a rune in the air, and then turned into a bracelet and tied it to Jiang Xin's hand.

In the next moment, Jiang Xin understood what the bracelet was—restriction, a restriction that forbids him from fighting in the same clan, spreading rumors about the methods of the Yang family and the location of the Yang family.

Seeing that restraint gradually disappeared, Yang Cunren laughed heartily: "I didn't expect that I would meet a talented person when I am old. The old ghost Gou finally did a good deed."

Looking at Jiang Xin, Yang Cunren patted him on the shoulder vigorously: "From now on, you will be my disciple. As long as I know it, you can learn everything. If I don't, I will find someone to teach you!"

Leading Jiang Xin out of the ancestral hall, Yang Cunren sighed in his heart: "You are really right about the old and immortal things. Your family is indeed a genius. Hey"

(End of this chapter)