He was close to the hometown and stood in front of his own strange door. Jiang Anyi was filled with emotion. The brand new door, snow-white pink walls, and a row of elm trees along the wall, clean and refreshing, and the original thatched hut was also renovated. Although it was not as luxurious as the bamboo rhyme, it was indescribable intimacy.

Hearing the movement outside the door, an old man in his sixties came out from the inside, with a smile on his face as he was tired of wrinkles. He held the horse and said with a smile: "The uncle is back, and the lady is still looking around at the door just now."

The old man was Wang Youcai, and the ten acres of land of the Jiang family were rented for him. After Jiang Anyi became a scholar, the Jiang family built a house and bought land again. Old man Wang felt that his family had too many people and had little land, so he was unable to live. In the past, rented the land of Jiang'an, and the two families had a harmonious relationship. Now that Jiang'an has become rich, he simply resigned to the Jiang Huang family and joined the Jiang family to help the servants. Wang Youcai and his three sons farmed and grew vegetables. The old woman and his daughter-in-law helped take care of the housework. After getting along for years, Jiang Huang knew that Wang Youcai was honest and loyal. After moving into the new house, he nodded and agreed.

Jiang Anyi took off his bag from the horse's back and said with a smile: "Uncle Wang, you are fed with charcoal, I'll go see my mother first."

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his mother and Yan'er come out to look around again. Yan'er saw her brother and ran over. Jiang Anyi squatted down and opened her arms to greet her. However, Yan'er stopped not far in front of her and looked at him with a smile.

After seeing each other for half a year, how could Yan'er become different? Jiang Anyi stretched out her arms and hugged Yan'er in her arms. Yan'er struggled restlessly and said, "Mom said that Yan'er will become a big girl after Nian. The big girl can't ask her brother to hug her."

Jiang Anyi was both angry and funny, mixed with the feeling of having a girl in my family growing up, and joked: "Okay, okay, after the New Year, Yan'er will not hug her brother. Isn't this the New Year yet? Brother has to hug her enough."

Yan'er thought for a while, leaned against her brother's arms, and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

The son grew taller, his face was rosy, and his body looked much stronger. Jiang Huang's heart felt a lot like a thousand times, and he couldn't help but shed two more tears. Jiang Anyi twisted Yan'er's little face and gave her a gift to her mother. The whole family came to the main hall with a chat and laugh.

"Where is An Yong? Not at home?" Jiang An Yong asked in surprise before he appeared.

Jiang Huangshi sighed, and Yan'er bulged her face and complained: "Second brother is not good, always making my mother angry. She rides horses all day and doesn't take me to play. My mother has said that he has been many times, but he just won't change."

"What horse? Didn't charcoal let me ride away?"

"You rode the charcoal away, An Yong felt like he had lost his soul, and he kept thinking about buying a horse all day long." Jiang Huang said with a frown: "Later, Huaili took him to the county town to buy a red horse. Now, he rode his horse and disappeared after dinner every day, and he would not come back until he had eaten."

"These are trivial matters. He made friends from somewhere and rode horses to hunt all day long. He either stepped on the green seedlings in the fields or scared other people's chickens away, causing people in the town to complain all day long. I was with caution and money."

Unexpectedly, An Yong still has the potential to be a playboy. Jiang Anyi smiled and said, "An Yong is still young. Don't be too restrictive of him. Let him play for two more years. After some time, it's good to be calm." In order to let himself study, An Yong has been serving as a servant for others at the age of ten. Jiang Anyi felt deeply guilty about this. Whenever he thinks about it, he feels like a thorn in his heart, so he hopes that An Yong can be happy for the rest of his life.

Jiang Huang knew his son very well and complained: "Don't always spoil him. He is fourteen years old during the Chinese New Year. He is considered an adult. It should be sensible. If this continues, how can he find a wife if his reputation is bad?"

"That's right, Yan'er is a big girl at the age of eight, and her second brother is a big man long ago." Yan'er was angrily speaking, making everyone laugh.

It was getting darker in winter. As the lights were about to be lit, a shout came from the yard, "Mom, I'm back."

When he heard An Yong's voice, Yan'er jumped up with a smile, "Second brother is back."

Yan'er ran to the door, leaned out the door and shouted, "Second brother, why did you come back? Brother is back."

With a "bang", I don't know what I left behind. The footsteps sounded. An Yong ran into the house with the sound of wind. When did Jiang Anyi be surprised and happy to see him, "Brother, when did you come? I would have known that I would ride a horse to pick you up."

Jiang Anyi stood up, came to Jiang Anyong, patted his shoulder, and smiled and said, "No, I'm growing taller than me." As his hand raised a stream of dust, Jiang Anyi realized that Anyong was covered in mud and could not even tell the color of his clothes.

"Where are you wild? Let's wash your body with soil, wait for you to have a meal." Jiang Huang said with a tense face.

Jiang Anyong made a face and pulled Jiang Anyi out, laughing and said, "Brother, I caught a wild sheep today and put it in the yard. I asked Aunt Yu to clean up and wait for our brothers to have a few drinks."

There was a wild sheep on the ground in the yard, not a condom, but a bloody stomach that was covered with arrows. Yan'er dared not approach and looked from a distance. Jiang Anyi asked, "Did you shoot?"

"Of course." Jiang Anyong pulled his chest and said proudly: "Brother, I am practicing martial arts with my friends now, so the archery technique is great."

Seeing that Jiang Anyi was a little disbelief, Jiang Anyong became anxious and pulled Jiang Anyi into the scene and said, "Brother, don't believe it. Go to my place to see. I'm collecting a lot of treasures."

"Why don't you go take a shower?" Jiang Huang shouted, and Jiang Anyong let go of Jiang Anyi, shrank his neck, and said softly to Jiang Anyi: "I'll take you to see after dinner." Then he ran away.

The wine and food were served, and the family ate and drank, talked and laughed, and they could not help but remember the bitterness and thought about the sweetness, looking forward to the future. With a bit of drunkenness, Jiang Anyong pulled Jiang Anyi to see his collection of treasures. The two brothers fell asleep and fell asleep happily.

After breakfast the next day, Jiang Anyi asked to go and ride a horse. Jiang Anyong jumped happily and said, "Brother, my red cloud is no worse than charcoal. Let them compare who is faster."

Yan'er wanted to watch the fun, but was stopped by her mother, and her mouth was flattened and her face was unhappy.

Jiang Anyi saw Hongyun, one foot shorter than charcoal, with thick limbs, strong and powerful. Jiang Anyong said excitedly: "Brother Huaili led Uncle Wang to help me choose it. It cost fifty taels. I lied to my mother and said it only cost twenty taels. My mother even said it was expensive all day long, and said that it only cost twelve taels."

Jiang Anyong patted the charcoal. When the two horses stood together, the charcoal's divine horse came. Charcoal raised his head and ignored the Hongyun beside him. Jiang Anyong laughed and scolded: "Look, you are so proud. Don't lose face if you lose your face." Charcoal sprayed An Yong's saliva disdainfully.

"Brother, I asked Brother Huaili to deduct the money for buying horses from the dividends. Don't tell your mother, otherwise she will have to nag for another half a year." Jiang Anyong scratched his head embarrassedly and whispered.

"Okay, see how Hongyun runs?"

Outside the town is a large wilderness. The harvested farmland is frozen and cracked, and it is just right to gallop. Two horses, one red and the other black, whizzing through the fields like two sharp arrows, towards the pavilion ten miles away. The red clouds are not running slowly, but they are much worse than charcoal. When the charcoal arrives at the pavilion, Jiang Anyong is still more than half a mile away.

Jiang An jumped off the horse panting, looked at the charcoal's eyes lit up, and kept saying, "Charcoal is great. Hongyun is the best in my group of friends, which is much worse than charcoal. Brother, you are at home during this time, so let me ride the charcoal."

Waiting for Jiang Anyong to breathe well, Jiang Anyi smiled and said, "Didn't you brag about your martial arts skills last night? Let me see if you practice it."

Jiang Anyi's words touched An Yong's itchy spot, tied his clothes tightly, and in the open space outside the Changting Pavilion, Jiang Anyong practiced with one move, lifted his breath and sucked his chest, raised his legs and fist, revealing a tremendous heroic spirit.

Strictly speaking, this is the first time Jiang Anyi has really watched people practice martial arts. He doesn’t know who An Yong learned his skills from. Jiang Anyi always feels that his steps are scattered and his fists are weak and his legs are slow, and he can see many flaws.

After practicing, Jiang Anyong panted and asked, "Brother, how about it? This set of Fuhu Fist is the masterpiece of Wu's escort head of Zhenwei Escort Bureau in the county. I am friends with his third son. I asked him several times before he taught me this set of boxing skills, and he still couldn't pass it on to others."

Jiang Anyi's experience in martial arts comes from the demon in his memory. The demon's every move is fast, accurate and ruthless. Compared with An Yong's fists and legs, Jiang Anyi always feels like charcoal is racing against people. Is this true? I have to try it with my own hands. Jiang Anyi smiled and said, "I can't say it, why don't we try it?"

"Brother, can you do it?" Jiang Anyong asked with contempt and eager to try.

Jiang Anyong tucked the corner of his robe into his belt and smiled and said, "If you can try it, you will know."

"Okay," Jiang Anyong didn't want to miss it. He showed off his skills in front of his brother, so he showed off his posture and explained to Jiang Anyi: "This is the starting style. Brother, don't worry, I am a martial arts practitioner. I know how to control it and will not hurt you."

Jiang Anyi was amused and crying, and waved his hand to signal Jiang Anyong to move forward. Jiang Anyong shouted "Keep it out", stepped forward, and fisted his left hand from his waist and headed straight to Jiang Anyi's chest.

It was too slow. From the time of punching to the fist and body, Jiang Anyi felt that he could deal with it calmly, and even knew the changes in fist power. Thinking of this, Jiang Anyong's fist was about to be stained with his clothes, and it was obvious that Anyong was trying hard to withdraw his strength from behind, for fear of hurting his brother.

Jiang Anyi smiled, slightly tilted his body, removed his fist force, gently placed An Yong's arm with his left hand, and took it with the situation. Jiang Anyong took five or six steps and almost fell to the ground.

Seeing his brother sneering, Jiang Anyong's face turned red with a "slight" and said embarrassedly: "Brother, I didn't pay attention just now, it didn't count. Now I'm going to really do it. I'm going to use the meteor palm."

As he said that, he stole his horse and started dancing from a distance, and kept talking. Jiang Anyi was embarrassed to laugh. Seeing his fist and legs approaching, Jiang Anyong was pushed away again. Several times in a row, no matter how serious and careful Jiang Anyong was finally unable to escape the result of staggering and falling to the ground.

Jiang Anyong was relieved and sat on the ground and said angrily: "Wu Laosan also said that this is a unique skill. If you practice it well, you can fight a hundred. As a result, you can't even get along with your side. It turns out that you are lying to me for food and drink. I'll settle the score with him. Brother, when did you learn martial arts?"

He pulled An Yong up, Jiang Anyi slapped the soil on his body and smiled and said, "I have learned any martial arts. It's just a random look in the book. If you like it, I can teach you." What happened when he returned home this time made Jiang Anyi feel alert. If An Yong succeeded in martial arts, he might be able to protect his family.

After thinking about the scene of the demon practicing martial arts in his childhood, Jiang Anyi explained the five steps, namely bow, horse, servant, Xu, and three hand shapes, namely fist, palm, and hook, and then taught An Yong the steps of stepping, step back, and the arms of his hands, punching, pressing, piercing, picking, picking, fighting, and other techniques.

"Practicing martial arts or not practicing basic skills is equivalent to being empty. An Yong, if you really want to learn martial arts well, you can practice these basic fist legs and footwork for at least one hour a day. In this way, the skill will naturally be achieved. If you use the Tiger Fist at that time, the Meteor Palm will naturally be powerful."
Chapter completed!