Under One Person: Feng Shui Master, I Will Protect the Mountains and Rivers with My Own Body

The dust in the yard had not yet settled, and the lingering, suffocating gravitational field still lingered.

Zhuge Qing stood there dumbfounded, cold sweat streaming down his handsome face. The terrifying experience of being on the verge of death had left him still reeling.

He looked at the "uncle" in front of him who was a year younger than him, his mind filled with the image of that fist that seemed capable of crushing mountains.

However, just when the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost dripping with tension, the tone suddenly changed.

"Ouch--!"

A shrill and affected scream shattered the tranquility of the Zhuge family mansion without warning.

Just moments ago, Yan Sen seemed like a god descending to earth, but suddenly he was like a mantis shrimp that had lost its tendons. He did an extremely exaggerated "tiger crouching" move and "thud" as he landed flat on the ground.

The movement was so large that it kicked up a cloud of dust.

"Dad! I can't take it anymore! Ouch, my back! Ouch, my legs! This... this is the legendary Wuhou Qimen? Such a strong recoil force! I feel like my meridians are about to break! Ouch, I'm getting a cramp, I'm getting a cramp!"

Yan Sen lay on the ground, rolling around and howling. His voice was melodious and full of energy. Anyone who didn't know better would think that he had just been run over by a road roller instead of punching someone.

The entire room fell silent.

Zhuge Qing was dumbfounded. He looked at his feet, which were still stuck in the ground, and then at Yan Sen, who was rolling around on the ground. For a moment, he couldn't tell who had won.

Zhuge Gong gripped the broken teacup handle, a bead of cold sweat slowly sliding down his forehead. As a pillar of the Zhuge family, he had seen countless masters in his life, but this kind of... this kind of style of fighting and then immediately lying on the ground to feign injury was something he had never seen before.

Is this also part of the tradition of the "walking masters"?

That's so... so incredibly down-to-earth!

"You unfilial son! How dare you call me that!"

Yan Que reacted quickly, immediately getting into character. He rushed forward, pointed at Yan Sen on the ground, his face full of disappointment, spitting as he spoke: "I told you long ago, sparring should be done in moderation! Look at you, you went too far! You hurt yourself, didn't you? Serves you right! This is called reaping what you sow!"

While cursing, Yan Que, with his back to Zhuge Gong, frantically gave his son on the ground a thumbs-up, his eyes clearly saying: Well done! This acting deserves full marks from the father!

Yan Sen understood immediately and wailed even more miserably: "Father! I was wrong! But I was only trying to learn the Zhuge family's unique skills! My nephew is too strong, I had to go all out! Ouch... I can't go on, I need a good meal before I can get up..."

Standing to the side, Zhuge Ning was so embarrassed that she wanted to disappear into the ground.

Her usually dignified and beautiful face was now as black as the bottom of a pot, her pearly teeth tightly biting her lower lip, her knuckles clenched white. She knew Yan Que too well; this was no injury at all. This was clearly the trick Yan Que used when he was wandering with Yan Sen—if he won, he wanted face; if he lost, he wanted substance; and after the fight, he'd even extort a meal!

You, Yan Que! My son was such an innocent child back then, and you've turned him into a little rascal! If I don't knock those big yellow teeth out of you when we get home, I'm not a Zhuge!

Zhuge Gong could no longer sit still.

He keenly sensed that the villagers and aunties who were usually passing by outside his courtyard wall had all stopped at the door, most likely eavesdropping using the Listening Wind technique.

Although Zhuge Bagua Village is a village of extraordinary people, it is essentially a rural village.

What is the largest intelligence network in a rural area? It's the big tree at the village entrance and the whispers at the foot of the wall.

If Yan Sen were to yell a couple more times, tomorrow's village headline would definitely be: "Shocking! Zhuge Gong, candidate for clan head, and his son brutally beat a relative who returned home for a visit, leaving him paralyzed!"

After this, will Zhuge Gong still be able to work in the industry?

"Uncle! Cousin Yansen! Stop...stop shouting!"

Zhuge Gong rushed down the steps, his usually composed face now plastered with a fawning smile. "What... what's going on? We're family, minor injuries are inevitable in a sparring match. Am I, Zhuge Gong, someone who can't accept defeat? Quick, get up! The ground is cold!"

He reached out to help Yan Sen, but was afraid that the kid would take the opportunity to extort money from him again, so his hand remained frozen in mid-air.

"No, cousin, I really can't move..." Yan Sen was still putting on an act. "Unless... unless Qing forgives my recklessness just now."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Gong immediately turned to his still-dazed son and snapped, "Qing! What are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank your uncle for showing mercy!"

Zhuge Qing: "???"

At this moment, Xiao Zhuge Qing's worldview was greatly impacted.

I was the one who was pressed into the ground by gravity, I was the one who almost got traumatized by a punch, so why... why did I have to thank them in the end?

This doesn't make sense, does it?

But it was just a fleeting thought. Looking at his father's anxious expression, and then at the boy on the ground who was wailing but whose eyes revealed a cunning, Zhuge Qing's clever mind finally came to its senses.

This is giving him a way out, and also giving the Zhuge family a way out.

Although these steps... are a bit uncomfortable to walk on.

"Thank you so much for your guidance, Uncle."

Zhuge Qing took a deep breath, enduring the soreness in his knees, and pulled his feet out of the ground. He then bowed respectfully to Yan Sen on the ground, saying, "Uncle, your methods are brilliant. I... am completely convinced of my defeat."

"Ah! That's more like it!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Sen's reaction was immediate and effective.

Just moments ago he was half-paralyzed, but in an instant, he did a perfect "carp jump" and stood up steadily.

He patted the dirt off his body, stopped complaining of back pain and leg cramps, and with that harmless smile on his face, he walked over and put his arm around Zhuge Qing's shoulder.

"Nephew, don't be so polite! We're all family! I held back with that punch just now; it was mainly to stimulate your potential. See, it's all fine now, isn't it?"

As Yan Sen spoke, he winked at Yan Que.

Yan Que stroked his non-existent beard, looking pleased: "Yes, brotherly love and respect, that's right. Gong, look at the mess this has made, the child is ignorant, I'm sorry you had to see this."

Zhuge Gong felt extremely frustrated watching the father and son working together in unison.

So you guys beat up my son, and he's supposed to be grateful? What kind of robber logic is that?

But he couldn't retaliate, because he had brought it all on himself.

"Not at all, it's just that Qing'er's skills aren't up to par." Zhuge Gong could only swallow his anger and force a smile. "Well... I'll have someone fix the ground. You're all tired today, Uncle, Cousin, how about..."

This is a way of telling them to leave.

Yan Que, ever the opportunist, waved his hand dismissively: "Alright! Then we won't bother you any longer. Another day, another day your aunt and I will host a gathering, and we'll get together again!"

After saying that, Yan Que, pulling Zhuge Ning, whose face was full of black lines, and Yan Sen, who had won a great victory, swaggered out of the Zhuge family's gate.

Only after the family of three disappeared into the alley did Zhuge Gong exhale a long breath, feeling as if he had sent away a plague god.

He glanced at the devastated courtyard, then at his son standing there with his head down, seemingly lost in thought, and sighed.

"Blue"

Zhuge Qing raised his head, and his signature squinty eyes opened, revealing a pair of long and bright pupils.

"Dad, he... is very strong." Zhuge Qing's voice was soft, but it carried an unprecedented seriousness.

"It is very powerful." Zhuge Gong nodded, his expression complex. "That's a technique of the Earth Master lineage, borrowing the power of the earth, incomparably domineering. However..."

Zhuge Gong paused, then said earnestly, "What's more terrifying than his fists is his shamelessness. Qing'er, remember this: when you travel the world, if you encounter a shameless master like this... avoid him if you can, and if you can't avoid him, just admit defeat. There's nothing shameful about it."

Zhuge Qing nodded thoughtfully.

Just then, a gentle female voice came from inside the house: "Oh my Qing, come in quickly and let Mom see what happened. You're covered in mud! Hahaha, did someone beat you up and make you cry?"

Zhuge Qing's face flushed instantly, the pride of a genius boy making him instinctively retort, "No! I didn't cry! I didn't even take it seriously! That punch... I could have taken that punch too!"

This was their last act of defiance.

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In the alley, the Yan family of three was walking back.

The midday sun was just right, warming everyone comfortably.

Yan Que walked ahead with his hands behind his back, humming an unknown tune, feeling incredibly relaxed. For so many years, every time he came to Zhuge Gong's house, he was always overshadowed by Zhuge Gong because his eldest son wasn't around. Today, he finally got to hold his head high.

He turned back and winked at Yan Sen: "Son, that 'Tiger Crouching' move was pretty good, you got the hang of it. Looks like you haven't wasted these past few years out there, you know what it means to have both substance and appearance."

Yan Sen tossed a pebble in his hand and chuckled, "That's right, look who taught you that. But Dad, can we use a different script next time? Always using the 'back pain' trick makes people think I have a hidden ailment."

"Go away, what do you know, you little brat? The waist is the residence of the kidneys..."

The father and son were chatting enthusiastically, completely unaware that the air pressure behind them had dropped to freezing point.

Yan Sen suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, and the sense of crisis he felt when he was being watched by the Old Celestial Master in the back of Longhu Mountain surged into his heart again.

He subconsciously turned around and saw his mother, Zhuge Ning, standing still, head down, slowly moving her wrists in front of her, making a "crackling" sound.

A pale blue aura spread out from beneath her feet, instantly sealing off the entire alley.

"Words fail."

Zhuge Ning's voice was very soft, as soft as if she were calling her lover to wake up, but to Yan Que's ears, it was no different from the King of Hell calling his name.

"Hey! Honey! What's wrong?" Yan Que shuddered, his survival instinct as a "henpecked husband" making him stand at attention instantly.

Zhuge Ning slowly raised her head, her beautiful eyes burning with raging anger, while a chilling smile played on her lips.

"Your so-called 'roaming the underworld,' your so-called 'raising your son in luxury'... is just teaching him how to stage accidents, how to act like a scoundrel, and how to be a local thug?"

Zhuge Ning approached step by step, and with each step, the Qimen formation beneath his feet rotated one space.

"Pretty skilled! Oh? You two work together quite well! Looks like you've been doing this kind of thing a lot these past few years, haven't you?"

Cold sweat instantly beaded on Yan Que's forehead. He retreated while waving his hands, saying, "Wife! Let me explain! This... this is also a kind of survival wisdom! The world is a dangerous place, and it's always good to have more skills! Besides, our son won by using his skills to extort... no, he won by using his skills!"

"Survival wisdom, huh? It's always good to have more skills, right?"

Zhuge Ning sneered, made a hand seal with one hand, and his body surged with energy, causing his clothes to move without wind.

"Come on! Show me another trick! Let me see the survival wisdom of the Yan family!"

"The Qimen Manifestation Technique! Kan Character - Water Bullet!"

With a delicate shout from Zhuge Ning, the water vapor in the air instantly condensed, turning into more than a dozen fist-sized water balls, which, like cannonballs, rained down on Yan Que!

"Holy crap! They're serious!"

Yan Que let out a strange cry and moved like a mudfish, dodging left and right in the narrow alley.

"Bang bang bang!"

The water bombs hit the bluestone slabs like bursts of shattered silver, their power astonishing.

"Son! Quick! Quickly beg for your father's life! Your mother has gone mad!" Yan Que shouted at Yan Sen, who had already hidden ten meters away, as he ran away with his head in his hands.

Yan Sen leaned against the wall, a handful of sunflower seeds in his hand, which he was now happily cracking open.

Upon hearing his father's cry for help, instead of stepping forward to assist, he waved his fist at Zhuge Ning and shouted loudly:

"Mom! Go for it! Attack his lower body! The Qian position is a blind spot! Dad just told me that he's been saving up his secret stash of money outside just in preparation for this day! Beat him up! Make him reveal his secret stash!"

"Yan Sen! You unfilial son! I've wasted my time raising you!"

"Hehe, Father, this is what they call sacrificing a friend to save yourself. Rest in peace, I'll bring Qing to burn paper money for you this time next year!"

The alley was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

At the same time, Zhuge Gong, who had just put down his phone, and Zhuge Qing, who was standing next to him, seemed to have heard something. The father and son exchanged a glance and silently used the Listening Wind Chant.

Go, Auntie! Kill this shameless bastard!