A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Guan Luoyang sold firewood, took the medicine, and returned after lunchtime.

Tian Gongyu was chopping firewood in the yard when he saw him. He came up to him, took the medicine, and said, "The food is in the pot and the dishes are on the table. You haven't slept for more than ten hours. After eating, do some light exercise and then go to rest."

Guan Luoyang agreed and said, "I think that person's injuries are quite serious. These medicines definitely won't be enough. Should we go to another pharmacy further away and get some more?"

Tian Gongyu unfolded the oil paper packages, redistributed the medicinal herbs, and said, "No need. This is enough. He's only willing to stay here for three or four days."

Guan Luoyang asked, "Oh? Where is he now?"

Without looking up, Tian Gongyu said, "He's resting in my room. I just gave him fire therapy, so he probably won't fall asleep so easily."

Guan Luoyang nodded, went to eat, and then knocked on the door of the room where Tian Gongyu used to sleep.

Tian Gongyu, who was still sorting medicinal herbs in the courtyard, heard this, turned around and glanced at him, hesitated, but ultimately did not speak.

As expected, the instructor inside was not asleep; he quickly got dressed and opened the door.

"It's you! Come in and have a seat."

The instructor invited him into the house, leaving the door open, and said with a smile, "I haven't properly thanked you yet. Thanks to you, I was able to reunite with my old friend. If it weren't for finding Lei Gong, my injuries would probably have dragged on for a long time. Brother Guan, please accept my bow."

"Don't."

Guan Luoyang helped him up, sat down with him, and said, "You have a relationship with Uncle Tian, ​​and he's considered my elder. These things are what I should do. But I heard from Uncle Tian that you're only willing to stay for three or four days?"

This is where Tian Gongyu sleeps. Besides the bed, there is only a long bench where he puts his clothes at night.

Guan Luoyang sat on the stool, while the instructor sat on the bed.

The instructor pulled his coat tighter and said, "You saw those assassins last night. They weren't the first batch, and they certainly won't be the last. I can't bring trouble here with you."

Guan Luoyang waved his hand and said, "You don't need to worry about that. I've disguised and covered up all traces of our arrival. I've done quite a few things, and in the years I've been here, no one has ever come knocking on my door."

The instructor said solemnly, "The people chasing me are no ordinary people. They are not comparable to the common government officials and constables around here. Moreover, if the situation drags on, they might even go to the Guangzhou General's Mansion and mobilize the entire Guangzhou military force to search for us."

"Um?"

Guan Luoyang was genuinely surprised.

Deploying troops is no small matter. Although the General of Guangzhou can control the military power of an entire province, he still needs a valid reason to mobilize a large army.

Guan Luoyang has killed so many wicked villains in the three cities and seven villages around here over the past three years. Among them were many Manchu ministers with powerful backgrounds and connections to Guangzhou, but at most they could only send a small number of elite troops to carry out their duties.

Just thinking about those assassins with the sign of the Imperial Household Department, the people who were hunting down the instructor might actually have that kind of extraordinary ability.

"What did you do to make them go to such lengths?"

Guan Luoyang is still young, and his question was too blunt.

However, the instructor, recalling the stories he had heard from Lei Gong, felt that Guan Luoyang was someone he could trust, so he subtly revealed a little: "It's not that I did anything great, but some things I know are of great importance."

Guan Luoyang's eyes flickered, as if he had already guessed something, but he stopped there and wisely did not ask further, saying, "I understand. Then you should take good care of yourself these next few days."

He left after saying that.

The coach was prepared to be persuaded by him again, but he was surprised by how efficient he was.

A moment later, the instructor closed the door and sat back down on the bed.

He gently stroked the clothes on his chest, his expression heavy with worry.

Inside the sewn-up inner pocket of this garment was a roster.

………………

Guan Luoyang went back to his room and took a nap, which lasted about four hours, but when he got up, he was full of energy.

Since achieving success in martial arts, he seems to have gained a slight ability to influence his sleep quality.

When it's time to be alert, even if you were sound asleep just a second ago, you can immediately sense that someone else is approaching in the room.

But if he is not disturbed, he can easily fall into a deep sleep.

If this were before he time-traveled, Guan Luoyang could probably boast about this skill to his online friends.

After all, being able to fall into a deep sleep at any time means having more time to stay up late and do things like surfing the internet.

Now, even if he reduces his sleep time, he still uses that time to practice boxing.

The internet can be captivating, but the feeling of your body surging with energy and experiencing a surge of exhilarating power can be just as captivating.

Outside the courtyard, a large, nearly spherical rock, about waist-high, was being rolled around by Guan Luoyang. The surrounding soil had long been compacted, and the rock made a soft rumbling sound as it rolled.

His posture was like that of an old ape, scooping up stones, tilting stones, kneading stones, and rolling stones. His steps were light and slow, and his feet never strayed more than three feet from the ground. He simply stretched out his arms as much as possible, bending down to push away and pull closer, and to circle around to the left and behind.

The dull pain and discomfort in his chest caused by Zhu Changshou's punch were relieved during this process.

"Uncle Tian, ​​among those tough guys I encountered last night, there was a bald man who said something about the Boxers back in the day: Dragon Head Swordsman, Arhat Lightning Goddess, Instructor Thunder God, Dai Haichen, and Li Sutang. I saw the Instructor, and Thunder God, that's you, isn't it?"

Tian Gongyu was squatting outside the door picking vegetables when he heard this. He looked up with some suspicion and said, "You're going to assassinate someone? What kind of guts do they have to talk to you about this for no reason?"

Guan Luoyang retorted, "It really was an old bald man who said that. I definitely didn't hear it from the instructor. If you don't believe me, go ask him."

"Forget it, no matter where you heard it from, these are all old and trivial matters, there's no point in bringing them up."

Tian Gongyu put the vegetables in a bamboo basket and went to the stream to wash them. "The Anti-Justice and Anti-Turks are gone, and these names, whether real or fake, have long since lost their meaning. If you want to hear a story, go ask the instructor yourself; didn't you go to see him this afternoon?"

Guan Luoyang said, "I went to persuade him to stay, but he refused."

Tian Gongyu straightened up, drained the water from the basket, went into the kitchen, and called out, "Stop practicing, come in and help prepare the soup and dishes."

"Okay."

Guan Luoyang pushed the stone back into place and went into the kitchen. Just then, Tian Gongyu lifted the pot lid, and a delicious aroma of chicken soup wafted out.

I just threw those few bunches of greens into the pot, stirred them a couple of times, and they were ready to serve in no time.

Guan Luoyang served the rice first.

Holding a soup ladle in one hand and resting the other on the pot lid, Tian Gongyu timed the cooking time of the vegetables in the pot, and asked, "You only went in for a short while this afternoon, didn't you try to persuade him more?"

Guan Luoyang said, "I think he's made up his mind to leave."

"I'm not talking about him, I'm talking about you. With your meddlesome nature, even if he's really determined to leave, wouldn't you stop him?"

Tian Gongyu's voice turned serious, "But you didn't try to persuade him much. What are you planning to do? Do you want to go with him?"

Guan Luoyang had already served three bowls of rice. He calmly looked up and said, "Uncle Tian wouldn't let me call you Master, wasn't it because he knew I would eventually leave?"

The two of them were facing the doorway, where the setting sun cast its golden rays, turning the desolate landscape a vibrant orange-red.

"Those who practice martial arts must eventually venture out into the world, especially in a world like this. Of course, I won't stop you. But I know how cautious and skilled the instructor is. Even he got injured like this... Why did you have to get involved in such a dangerous thing from the beginning? At least you should have taken it step by step."

"I've practiced boxing for six years and swordsmanship for three years. Isn't that enough of a gradual, step-by-step approach?"

Guan Luoyang looked directly at the old man in front of him and said, "If I had a choice, I would prefer to live in a peaceful little world forever. If I had a choice, I might not even have come here."

"But I came here, I met you, I met those disgusting people I couldn't stand, and I met the instructor. Now that I've met them, there are some things I can't do without feeling guilty."

"Don't you support me?"

He spoke clearly, his eyes bright, and respectfully called out, "Master."

The room remained silent for a long time.

"Would I, Lei Gong, possibly hold my apprentice back?"

Tian Gongyu tapped the ladle on the pot lid. "The vegetables are all overcooked. Go call the coach for dinner!"

The setting sun shone on Guan Luoyang's face, revealing a bright smile in his young eyes.