Chapter 17: The Continuation of Blood and Tears

That night, Fan Xian gripped the kitchen knife and looked at the radish on the chopping board, and from then on, after digging graves and disemboweling corpses, he began the second part of his life’s extremely rewarding yet extremely tragic learning process.

He sometimes thought that life was really interesting, for no reason at all there were two more teachers with peculiar temperaments who didn’t care much about his extraordinarily precocious personality, and the means used by Fei Suke and Gochuju to teach themselves poison and killing techniques were rather perverted.

Late at night, there was a very slight atsu sound coming from the back room of the grocery store. Five Bamboo sidled outward and said indifferently, “Cutting is slow today.”

Fan Xian wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the shredded radish piled up like a small mountain in front of him, smiled slightly, and moved his right arm, realizing that after a few years of practicing shredded radish cutting, his speed was already about the same as Uncle Five Bamboo’s, and the thickness was about to approach consistency. However, as his right arm swelled and faded, ached and healed, and still made a sound when he practiced, Fan Xian knew that he was still far from Five Bamboo’s control of the knife in his hand.

Although he didn’t understand how cutting shredded radish could help in practicing martial arts, once he thought of Five Bamboo as a supreme powerhouse who could fight against the Four Great Patriarchs, Fan Xian felt that this shredded radish was being cut with flavor, and that he was hardened by the feeling of jazz drums.

Naturally, the training he received here at Five Bamboo was far more than that, there were also squatting horse steps and climbing cliffs and other very mundane things, only Five Bamboo’s training requirements were too perverted, squatting horse steps to the point of not being able to squat on a toilet bowl, cutting vegetables to the point of cramps in his hands, and running to the point of not being able to wake up from a nap.

The most painful thing of all: every three days, Five Bamboo would train against him in a remote place outside Tanyu Port-or simply put, it was the absolute powerhouse Blind Five Bamboo violently beating up the underage child Fan Xian.

It was truly a sing-song, blood-and-tears childhood, and Wuzhu said that this was how the young lady trained her subordinates back then.

Fan Xian had a headache from these three-from-one principles – the so-called three-from-one, which meant: large-volume training from the hard, strict, and real-world combat needs, which was the most useful means for Chinese athletes to sweep up gold medals in Fan Xian’s previous life.

However, Fan Xian remained uncomplaining, doing all these things with a slightly shy smile on his face. On the surface, it was because he kept his word, but in reality, it was his mind that was far beyond his years that let him know that all of this would be extremely beneficial to him.

The nameless hegemonic true qi in his body has become more and more violent over the past few years, although outside of the dantian, there is still the snowy mountain at the back waist to accommodate, but the body that is not yet fully developed, is still a bit unable to prohibit the true qi in the meridians of the invasion of the phenomenon of true qi overflowing from time to time, and whenever this happens, he will always be surrounded by some of the furniture and things like this suffered.

If this situation is allowed to develop, there will always be a day, the speed of the accumulation of true qi will exceed the speed of the maturation of the body meridians, so that he burst and died.

Just can’t expect the blind five bamboo really don’t have any method of subduing the violent true qi in his body, just let him keep exercising his body, will adjust the body’s function to an excellent state, and then use the method of cutting radish shredded to let him exercise his mind, not hasty, not impetuous, several years down the line, in the imperceptible, so that his control of true qi stabilized a lot.

In regards to death, all the people alive in this world were not as experienced as Fan Xian, so there was no one who feared death and cherished life more than him. So when he knew that Five Bamboo’s training was helpful in overcoming the side effects of his Overbearing Volume, he silently persevered.

Fan Xian thought about it later and realized the deeper meaning implied by these actions of Five Bamboo. If true qi was a furnace fire and he was the furnace, then exercising one’s muscular energy was the same as building a sturdy furnace, while exercising one’s mind and honing one’s spirit was the same as opening up a small opening on the furnace to be able to effectively control the fire.

As for every day by the five bamboo with a heavy hand hammering, Fan Xian can only explain himself as: this is “three from a big” inside from the actual combat, it is the iron does not hammer not a weapon.

Just …… really hurt.

In the morning, Fan Xian woke up from the bed, rubbed some wooden eyes, climbed up, leapt into the maiden’s nest, sniffing the nest residual gentle body fragrance, pouting mouth, nine points satisfied.

The maid Si Si was combing her hair with a comb, and when she realized that he had risen, she laughed and went to her own side of the bed, yanking the boy, who was twisting her bedding like an octopus, out of the bed, and not being able to comb her hair any further, she casually gathered it together, and got up to go and prepare the hot water for the morning washing utensils.

Fan Xian climbed up from the quilt, sat on his butt on the pillow he had made for Si Si out of cotton, lifted up his own pants and looked inside, reciting his favorite drunken punch from his previous life when he hadn’t yet developed a disease, and gesturing rock-paper-scissors with his right hand: “Who’s lewd, I’m lewd! Who’s lewd, you’re lewd!”

He eventually raised his eyebrows, looked inside his pants, and muttered to himself, “It’s me who’s lewd, you’re not capable of being lewd yet.”

Having come to this world for many years, Fan Xian had long since gotten used to this corrupt life of clothes on his back, so he yawned while waiting for the maid to return. Unexpectedly, after waiting for half a day, he nearly collapsed into another nap and didn’t wait for the hot towel that came up to his face.

He didn’t know what had happened, but the sound of scolding came from the courtyard. Fan Xian dressed himself and curiously pushed the door out, and at once saw something that upset him.

In the garden, Housekeeper Zhou, whose spirit was obviously a bit commiserating, was scolding the maid Si Si very fiercely, as if the reason was that Si Si was in a hurry to come out to serve hot water, so her hair wasn’t combed and her clothes weren’t neatly dressed, and next to her were several maids surrounded by a face full of fear.

This Zhou butler came from Kyoto the year before last, Fan Xian is naturally clear, is that aunt sent to keep an eye on their own people, just more than a year, this butler behavior is also honest, coupled with Fan Xian has been secretly staring, also did not find him to do anything, so has been by him.

But today, the butler actually berated his maid, which made Fan Xian very unhappy, and he was a very protective person. He narrowed his eyes and walked over, pleading with the housekeeper for a few moments of mercy, but for some reason, the housekeeper was particularly insistent today, insisting on letting Si Si go to the backyard to receive the family law.

Fan Xian wrinkled his eyebrows, raised his pretty face to look at this butler, and said with a cheeky grin, “My maid, I’ll take her back to be in charge.” This sentence seemed to be very plain, and even somewhat of a sign of weakness.

The surrounding maids, however, heard some other flavors and got scared, not knowing that the biggest hidden danger of the entire house of Sinanbo, the conflict between the two rooms of Kyoto and Tanyu, did not know if it could still be suppressed.