When they arrived at the open space, Zhu Siqi found it a little funny. Who would drag someone else to a kung fu competition? However, he could not do anything about it when he thought about how he was his uncle. On the other hand, Liao Ru and Yuan Fa were not surprised. It seemed that they were already used to such things.
Liao Ping was using Shaolin's Tiger Subduing Fist. Zhu Siqi knew that his martial uncle wanted to see the Innate Arhat Fist, so he also used the Innate Arhat Fist to fight with him.
Fists danced in the air as the two of them fought back and forth in the open space. The more they fought, the faster they fought. Soon, their figures could not be seen clearly. Liao Ru and Yuan Fa were also secretly shocked by the scene. They did not expect Zhu Siqi to be so young. Not only was his internal energy deep, but he was also very proficient in fist techniques. Later on, Zhu Siqi used the Innate Arhat Fist twice and then turned the Dharma Sword Technique into a palm. Liao Ping saw that he could be so flexible and was also very happy. He showed off all kinds of Shaolin's secret arts one by one. The two of them fought hard. Ru He and Yuan Fa were also mesmerized by the scene.
It was best for Liaoping to jump out of the ring." I'm not fighting anymore. I had a good time today. I haven't had such a good time in a long time. If I continue fighting, my old bones will fall apart."
Zhu Siqi knew that his martial uncle was joking. Liaoping's internal energy was quite deep, and he was a virgin, so his internal energy was pure. However, he had also hidden some of his strength and did not use all of it. He only used 70% of his internal energy. He believed that if he used his full strength, he should be on par with his martial uncle. However, he was still young, and his internal energy was increasing very quickly. He would definitely surpass his martial uncle in the near future.
Seeing that it was getting late, Yuan Fa also bid farewell to his Master and Uncle-Master. There were still many things to do outside Shaolin.
Liao Ru and Liao Ping also called their disciples over to meet Zhu Siqi. Liao Ru had taken in five disciples in total, while Liao Ping had taken in eight. Their thirteen disciples were all in the Yuan generation, and each of their disciples had taken in a few more disciples. These were the Fa lifetimes. The youngest of these disciples was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and the oldest was nearly thirty years old. In the future, he would have to face his martial nephew who was much older than him. Zhu Siqi seemed to be a little embarrassed.
There were also some masters of the other generations. There were nearly 400 Shaolin disciples in the entire Inner Shaolin, but most of them would never leave Inner Shaolin in their lives. They only treated martial arts as their only thing. Even a small portion of them came out to train people for the national army, armed police, and special forces. They would still have to return to Inner Shaolin after the matter was over. The other part was to select young disciples who were good at martial arts to be bodyguards for the leaders of the party and the country. Many of the South China Sea bodyguards were from Shaolin, but they were not really from the inner Shaolin. They had basically received guidance on Shaolin martial arts.
Zhu Siqi had also settled down in the Inner Shaolin Temple. Every day, he would either fight with his Uncle-Master or practice with his Senior Brothers. In the past, he usually practiced alone and rarely practiced with his Master. There were so many people here, which was very helpful for his actual combat. Moreover, there was a Tripitaka Block in the Inner Shaolin Temple. There were not ordinary scriptures, but secret books of Shaolin martial arts. There were also introductions of martial arts from other sects. He would soak in the Tripitaka Block every day when he had nothing to do. He was enjoying himself.
After about a month, he had read most of the books in the Tripitaka Block. Moreover, after practicing with his senior brothers, he was more familiar with the use of some moves.
On this day, he came to Ru's meditation room and wanted to say goodbye to the great uncle and go home. After all, it was going to be the new year in a month. He wanted to go home before the new year.
When he arrived at Ru's room, he saw that she was still meditating. When he saw Zhu Siqi enter, he asked,"Martial Nephew, how have you been during this period of time?"”
"Very good. I practice with my senior brothers every day, and my moves are more familiar. But now that the new year is coming, and grandmaster is in seclusion, this disciple wants to say goodbye to uncle and go home.”
Liao Ru didn't answer immediately. After a moment of silence, she said,"You are very talented. I have seen your progress in the past month. You are very impressive. In the future, when you go out, remember that you are a Shaolin disciple. Don't lose your master's face, and don't lose Shaolin's face."
"Disciple will remember."
"Alright, after all, you are a secular disciple. It is not good for you to come here while you are in the Inner Shaolin Temple. The other martial uncles will also gossip. Since you want to go home, then you can go back tomorrow.”
"Thank you, Martial Uncle!"
Zhu Siqi waved his hand and closed his eyes to meditate. Then, he gently left the room.
The next morning, Zhu Siqi left the inner Shaolin Temple after bidding farewell to his martial uncle and senior brothers. He came to the abbot's room in the Shaolin Temple in the front mountain. When he saw that Yuan Fa was also there, he bid farewell to him and came out.
Arriving at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, there were many cars returning to Zhengzhou. He found a car that was almost full and soon began to walk to Zhengzhou. Arriving at the Zhengzhou passenger station, opposite the train station, he immediately went to buy a berth to Changsha. This time, it was cheaper, only 70 yuan. The train would arrive in an hour. Zhu Siqi knew that he would get on the train ahead of time, so he quickly went to the waiting room.
Once they arrived at the waiting room, they were checking their tickets. Soon after they got on the bus, they started moving.
The sky was not completely dark yet. Seeing the scenery on both sides moving backward, Zhu Siqi was also very excited. He was about to reach home. He did not know how his family was doing. He did not know how his parents were doing. He did not know what his two sisters had become. How was his childhood playmate doing?
He bought a bed this time and didn't come down. He lay on the bed and wondered if his parents would still recognize him when he stood in front of them. She thought about all kinds of questions and gradually fell asleep.
When he woke up in the morning, the sky was already bright. The train had entered the Changsha area and was about to reach the terminal station. He quickly got up and washed his face in the bathroom. He did not go to the bed and sat on the small chair by the window to look at the scenery outside. Slowly, he saw some buildings, factories, and cars outside. He knew that he had entered the downtown area of Changsha. Changsha was not very big and could only be considered a small city.
The train entered the station and followed the crowd to the exit. Here, he could hear a lot of local Hunan dialect. Although it was not his hometown accent, he could understand it and it was very friendly. Outside the station, there was a square. He saw a sign on the left and right, and there were bus stops. He did not know where to go. He used his perception to check and knew that there was a bus on the left that went to the south station. There was a bus to his hometown there.
He came to the bus stop on the left and heard the ticket sellers standing in front of the bus shouting from afar,
"Kenan Station, Kenan Station Luo, Kenan Station is taking a bus in the pavilion. I'm leaving."
Zhu Siqi got on the bus No. 7. The bus had a time limit. They had to get on the bus at the right time. After a few minutes, the bus left. At that time, there was no one selling tickets. There was a ticket seller on the bus. Now that the New Year was coming, those who worked, studied, and did things in other places had to rush back. Chinese people usually had to spend the Spring Festival in their hometown. No matter how far it was, as long as he could make it back, he would do his best to go back.
The bus on Route 7 didn't drive fast. After leaving the train station, it made two turns and drove south along the road. Zhu Siqi looked at the road sign on the side of the road and knew that this road was called Shaoshan Road. It took them more than half an hour to reach the South Station.
The bus stopped at the square outside the South Station. When he got off the bus, he saw the words " South Station." He walked into the ticket office and quickly bought a ticket to Shuangfeng. It was also 20 yuan. The bus would arrive in half an hour.
When he arrived at the waiting room, he heard someone shouting at the entrance," Those who are going to Shuangfeng, get on the bus." It was the authentic Shuangfeng dialect. Others might not understand it, but Zhu Siqi felt as comfortable as drinking honey. He immediately carried his bag and went to the entrance.
Zhu Siqi: "This is where I get on the bus to Shuangfeng, right?"
"Yes, follow me."
The man brought him into the entrance and came to a bus. There were a few big words on it,'Shuangfeng to Changsha Express Bus'.
" Get in the car and sit anywhere you want. Don't look at the seat number," the person said and went to the entrance to call for people.
Zhu Siqi randomly found a seat in the car and placed his bag on the top shelf. There were already more than ten people in the car. He asked the driver how long it would take to reach Shuangfeng County. The driver replied that it would only take two hours to reach Shuangfeng County.
After half an hour, the staff at the station came to rush the bus. The person who shouted at the entrance just now returned to the bus and told the driver to forget about the bus. At this time, nearly 80% of the passengers were on the bus.
The bus left the station. At first, it was very slow. Zhu Siqi thought that there was something wrong with the bus. Later, he saw Siqi open the automatic door in front of him. The person who shouted just now walked to the door and saw someone standing by the side of the road. He shouted," To Twin Peaks, to Twin Peaks?"”
Not long after they left the station, a few more passengers got on the bus. When they saw them paying the person who called for them, Zhu Siqi realized that it was cheaper to wait outside. It only cost 5 yuan to get to Twin Peaks.
When the seats were full, the car sped up. As soon as it passed Xiangtan, it went to Xiangxiang and arrived at Shuangfeng County Yongfeng at noon.
After getting out of the car, there was a bus that went to his hometown. He didn't have time to eat and got on the bus directly. The bus moved very slowly and had to pick up and drop off passengers from time to time. It took him an hour to reach his mountain village. In the past, there were no roads in the village, so he thought that he would have to get off at the market in front and walk back. Later, he heard from the conductor that this bus happened to pass by his village, so he paid another one yuan for the fare.
It was close…close…. His hometown had changed a lot. A road had been built on the former small road. Many red-brick houses were built on both sides of the road. Some families had built a big stove at the gate of their houses. Some were still working. They knew that it was a small private factory. Although it couldn't be compared with the big cities outside, it was much better than Santang Village.
When they arrived at the place where they remembered their childhood home, they asked Si Qi to stop the car and got out. When he was young, his house was in a large courtyard. The houses of his neighbors were connected to each other like a courtyard house. There was an empty yard between them and they shared a central room. His house was behind the central room.
Zhu Siqi was very excited. The courtyard did not change much, but some families had replaced their adobe houses with red bricks. He saw that the people who used to call him uncle and aunt when they were young looked a little old now. However, he had changed so much that no one recognized him. They saw him standing by the roadside in a daze, staring at the courtyard. No one knew what he was thinking, and no one asked him.
Zhu Siqi finally calmed down and walked towards the courtyard.
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