11 The Secret Manual (2/2)
”The 12 barriers represent 12 levels, and in order to attain Wu Zong, every single one must be broken! I can't imagine how clever Leiyue is!”
After understanding the difficulty in practising martial arts, Fang Yuan had some doubts.
His impression of Leiyue's martial arts was not of such a high level.
”At that point of time I couldn't understand martial arts, but Master should have noticed, that the marriage was a little too rushed…...”
When he thought of Master Wenxin, Fang Yuan sighed.
Master Wenxin treated him fairly, and everything was for his own good. The only regret was that he passed on early.
If he was still alive and saw Minister Lin, how would he react?
After his thoughts, the roasted rabbit in his mouth became tasteless.
Fang Yuan stood up, tidied the place and prepared some tea in the moonlight.
While performing the Meditative Tea Ceremony, Fang Yuan reminisced Master Wenxin, and this was his unique way of keeping his Master in his memory.
”Hisss!?”
The Flower Fox Ferret seemed to understand Fang Yuan, and at the same time seemed like it could feel the sorrow in Fang Yuan, and did not appear as joyful as the past few times.
In the deep secluded valley, there was no sun and moon. Time passed quickly and it was dawn.
Fang Yuan woke up early, and as usual, drank his morning tea and proceeded to farm.
In the Vermillion Jade Rice farm, the shoots grew to his hip level, and fruits started to form at the top of the shoots, causing the shoots to bend.
Fang Yuan dissolved the spiritual fertilizer in the spring water and watered the plants with the water. A light fragrance filled the air.
”Keke!”
”Keke!”
The Flower Fox Ferret jumped around as though it was very excited.
Although the small shoots of the Vermillion Jade Rice did not catch its attention, the ripened Vermillion Jade Rice did make it excited.
”Remember, don't steal it!”
For this, Fang Yuan had to sternly remind it and brewed large amounts of tea for it to drink before being able to appease it.
”Previously we did not plant much, so it would be good if we can harvest more than 10 pounds. But after this, we can plant even more, and should consider expanding the farm...”
Fang Yuan was excited.
The speed at which the Spirited Red Corn germinated and grew was faster than expected.
It must have been due to the spiritual fertilizer that was brought by the Flower Fox Ferret, and also his [Botany], which resulted in the speedy growth.
”Don't worry, Flower Fox Ferret! Once we harvest it, I will let you have your fill! After all, credit goes to you for finding the spiritual fertilizer!”
Fang Yuan caressed the head of the Flower Fox Ferret, and comforted it: ”And also, as for the spiritual tea, it's the second harvest already...”
He smiled and felt happy from his bountiful harvest.
Every day while patrolling the farm, Fang Yuan would stop by a hut and flip the martial arts manual on the table.
”I have already memorised these three manuals, and already cross-referenced with my [Medicine], and nothing seems to be wrong with it... should I start practising?”
Fang Yuan imagined himself trying out the moves, but adamantly shook his head: ”No way! This is not safe! I am such a coward! The only plan is to go to the town, spend some money and get another one of these manuals to refer to, or pass it on to someone else to practice...”
Martial arts was not a normal thing, and therefore Fang Yuan had no confidence to practise it.
”The small thief is inside!”
”Surround him, don't let him run away!”
”Faster!”
...
Suddenly, a lot of noise came from outside, which confused Fang Yuan.
”What is it?”
He opened the door and saw a large group of men, furiously entering his home. Zhou Wenxin stood in front of the pack, looking proud.
”You small thief!”
Zhou Wenxin's old and new hatred for Fang Yuan grew as she saw him. Her voice became sharper: ”You insulted me, and now you used fake medicine on my father! I will not let you off today!”
With a wave of her hand, a few men rushed towards Fang Yuan, surrounding him.