I am a late bloomer in the world of immortality

"Martial arts is like this, and the immortal skills are probably the same..."

Wei Tu thought of this.

Then, Wei Tu reminded himself that martial arts practice is far from the end. You can gain fame and improve your status through martial arts, but you must remember to avoid fighting and save your life.

He has a bright future, and there is no need to fight to the death over a trivial matter.

"but……"

"Although the sword cannot be unsheathed, it must be there. The art of killing is a means of protecting one's path, so one must also learn it."

…

time flies.

In the blink of an eye, it was the first day of the twenty-fourth year of Qing'an.

This day is the New Year's Day.

Early in the morning.

Wei Tu finished washing up in the wing room, put on his winter clothes, and carrying the newly bought holiday gifts in the town a few days ago in both hands, he entered the inner house under the guidance of the maid.

Go around the hallway.

Came to Shan Wuju's living room.

In the courtyard, a middle-aged Confucian scholar wearing a robe was already standing in the courtyard. His appearance was similar to that of Shan Wuju.

However, although the appearance is similar, the temperament of the middle-aged Confucian scholar is somewhat different from that of Shan Wuju. His body is thin and he looks very elegant.

"Brother Yan Gong." Wei Tu took a step forward and bowed to the middle-aged Confucian scholar.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar in front of him was not anyone else, but Shan Yangong, the only son of Shan Wuju who had been living in Fucheng for a long time.

Shan Yangong was born weak, so he did not learn martial arts from his father's profession, but took the imperial examination. More than ten years ago, he won the Guileban and became a second-class scholar (scholar) in Qingfeng Mansion.

A month ago, Shan Yangong returned to Shanzhai with his biological mother, Shan Min.

"Brother Wei."

When Shan Yangong heard this, he turned around and saw that it was Wei Tu. He smiled, folded up his sleeves and robe, and bowed to Wei Tu in return.

Lean less.

The door opens.

Wei Tu followed Shan Yangong into the living room, and kowtowed to Shan Wuju and Shan Min together with him.

"This kid is always so arrogant when he mentions gifts again." When Shan Min saw Wei Tu greeting him, he still held the gift in his hand and couldn't help but laugh a few times and said.

"This is your lucky money."

After thinking for a while, the gray-haired Shan Min rubbed his waist and stood up, walked into the inner room, took out a stack of red envelopes, and gave one to Wei Tu.

"Thank you, Master."

Wei Tu didn't hesitate, took the red envelope from Shan Min's hand, and said thank you.

Although he is already married and has grown up, so he is not one of the children receiving the lucky money, but he does not dare to say goodbye to the gift given by his elders, and the lucky money is not much, so he takes it as soon as he gets it.

This is all Shan Min's wish.

After paying their respects, Wei Tu and Shan Yangong stood beside Shan Wuju and his wife, waiting for the family members behind to pay their respects.

"Why haven't you seen Yaonv yet?" After waiting for a while, Shan Wuju frowned and said dissatisfiedly when he saw that the outside of the courtyard was still empty.

"Maybe I was tired yesterday and got up late this morning." Shan Min didn't look happy either, but he still said some words of help.

See this.

Wei Tu also frowned secretly, becoming dissatisfied with Shan Fang, the rude young lady of the Shan family. But because he was an outsider, he suppressed these emotions in his heart and did not show them.

It is etiquette to meet the elders early in the New Year and say hello to them.

This world is not modern, it is ancient times where etiquette is highly valued.

Especially for wealthy families, they must abide by etiquette and law in every word and deed, and must not exceed the rules.

Shan Fang's impoliteness can be big or small. If she encounters an elder who is a pedantic old master, even if she doesn't say anything, she will be punished for being unfilial.

Everyone waited for a while.

Outside the door, a beautiful woman in red came, and behind her, followed a man in brocade clothes who was half a step behind.

The big man in brocade clothes held a boy of about seven or eight years old with a soaring knot in his left hand.

Seeing the boy, Shan Min's face softened slightly, he touched the boy's head and gave the boy a red envelope he had taken out earlier.

"Why did you get up so late today?" At this time, Shan Wuju slapped the coffee table next to him and asked angrily.

Everyone in the living room seemed to have been used to this scene for a long time, including Wei Tu, who didn't look surprised.

Shan Wuju was always polite to everyone, even to long-term workers, he was very generous, informal, and never cared about gains and losses.

But only for Shan Fang...

After Shan Fang returned to Shanzhai, Wei Tu saw that Shan Wuju had become angry six or seven times in the past month.

"Yiwu made a noise last night and said he wanted to ride a horse. I... coaxed him for a long time before he was able to do it. He said that those horses are your treasures and cannot be touched..." Shan Fang said aggrievedly.

When Shan Wuju heard this, he looked impatient. He knew Yao's wife well and knew that she was plotting his property again.

However, in this aspect, he was not easy to reprimand, which saved Shan Fang's face.

"Dad, you don't often ride the horses in your stable, and you haven't been in good health lately, so why not give one to Yiwu."

"Yiwu and I have been having trouble for a long time."

Seeing that Shan Wuju's momentum had weakened, Shan Fang took half a step forward, lowered her head, put on a soft look on her face, and spoke quickly.

While she was talking, she saw Shan Wuju tightening his mouth and holding the armrest of the straight-backed chair with his left hand. His body was stiff and stiff. She immediately knew something in her heart, so she took another step forward and pressed against Shan Wuju's left hand. Arm, repeated what he just said.

This time, Shan Fang's tone was a little more pleading.

"Yiwu is still young and can't ride a horse... The old horse in the stable... you can take it away when you leave."

Shan Wuju closed his eyes for a while, as if thinking. After waiting for a few breaths, he spoke intermittently.

After he finished speaking, he let go of the armrest of the seat, and his body seemed to let out a breath and slumped on it like a limp.

A good horse is a second life for a warrior.

Every horse in the stable is cared for by Shan Wuju and has smooth skin and smooth hair, and is in high spirits.

But facing her daughter and grandson Yiwu...

Shan Wuju still couldn't say no.

"Yiwu, did you hear that?"

"Your master promised to give you a horse. When you get home, you will have a horse to ride on."

Shan Fang did not thank Shan Wuju for his generosity, but walked in front of Shan Wuju with Shan Yiwu in his arms and said these words.

"Little sister, that's a bit too much." Shan Yangong, who was standing behind Shan Min, scolded with an ugly expression on his face.

"Brother, we haven't separated yet, so you dislike me as a girl and ask your father for a horse. This horse is for Yiwu, not me..."

Shan Fang curled her lips.

"Let's talk again."

"You are a scholar, and you don't know how to use swords, guns and sticks. How can you not do it to your nephew?"

she added.

"That's right, Dad."

"Yiwu is almost old enough to practice Zhuang Kung Fu, and I want his father to learn the boxing skills passed down by our family..."

"His father teaches by words and deeds. When Yiwu grows up, he will definitely be able to pass the martial arts examination and gain fame."

Shan Fang first glanced at Wei Tu, then moved her eyes to Shan Wuju, and said with a smile.

"certainly."

"If Brother Wei agrees to teach Yiwu how to practice martial arts in the future, it doesn't matter if he takes up this family's kung fu... It's all for Yiwu..."

Shan Fang smiled.

"This..." After hearing this, Shan Wuju immediately fell silent, coughed lightly, and waited for Wei Tu's answer.

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