Of course, this stick fighting technique was created while supervising her husband and son practicing their stances every day.
"Haha, haha."
The sudden laughter interrupted the family’s harmony. Ran Qing’s eyebrows furrowed, and she imdiately flung the small wooden stick in her hand towards the source of the laughter.
"Ow, ow, hitting people without a word, how did you beco so hot-tempered, girl! Treating your savior like this, I should have never helped you save your son back then!"
Savior? Taoist? Son?
Ran Qing was stunned. Her body twirled and she arrived in front of the old Taoist even before the stick. Naturally, Xia Geng wouldn’t lag behind and arrived a second later.
It really was the Ghost Hand God Doctor!
His appearance appeared in Ran Qing’s dreams every night. As soon as she closed her eyes, she saw the old Taoist carrying her infant son, drifting around. Sotis they were in an open field, other tis in a ramshackle hut during a heavy rain, or even in the sea, amidst a storm and downpour!
Her poor child, suffering hunger and hardships alongside this frenzied old man with no blood relation. As a mother, she was heartbroken!
"Stinky Taoist! You stole my child, I must avenge my child!"
Ran Qing’s eyes widened in rage, raising the wooden stick in her hand to attack the old Taoist.
The old Taoist scread and jumped up, hopping away while escaping, "Crazy girl! This old man kindly saved your son, and now you talk about revenge! Your father is such a righteous man, how did he have such a daughter who can’t tell right from wrong! Ow, ow, truly, the weasel gave birth to a rat!"
Then Xia Yuan, who was chasing after with his small long legs, watched the two people—one escaping, one chasing—in front of him silently and sighed in relief: Great, finally soone could play with mom.
But...
"Dad, what does ’the weasel gave birth to a rat’ an? Can weasels actually give birth to mice? Can they intermarry?"
Recently, after learning about various local customs from his teacher, Xia Yuan encountered the term intermarriage. However, he didn’t realize it wasn’t appropriately used here.
Xia Geng coughed awkwardly and directly ignored his son’s ntion of intermarriage, explaining: "It’s a taphorical saying! The weasel gave birth to a rat, each generation worse than the previous!"
Oh, so this old beggar is saying that grandpa’s children are getting worse with each generation!
Xia Yuan nodded in deep understanding. Indeed, each generation is worse than the last. Look at how amazing Uncle Qin Feng is, he and Aunt Hong Ye have a chubby daughter! He’s the most lonely, not only without a sister, but his only brother was kidnapped and hasn’t been seen for a long ti!
Thinking of this, Xia Yuan beca a bit upset. His eyes shifted and he saw a small dark-skinned child squatting by the flower bed. This little person looked pitifully small, seemingly even smaller than Uncle Qin Feng’s little sister!
"Hey, what’s your na?"
This was Xia Yuan’s first ti playing with such a small child!
Looking at the child’s dirty, ragged clothes and ssy hair, Xia Yuan asked, "Did you co in with that old beggar? How did you get in? Our General Mansion has tight security!"
The little beggar squatting on the ground, playing with dirt clods, couldn’t be bothered to look up at this chatterbox-like little boy. But for so reason, he, who usually disliked talking, actually replied to his question.
"I flew in, he, rolled in."
It wasn’t an insult. The old Taoist did indeed roll in. Only by rolling in like that did the Mansion guards not notice him.
After speaking, the little beggar added: "He’s not an old beggar, he’s an old Taoist. I’m the little beggar."
The little fellow absolutely didn’t want to be classified with this old Taoist, even to a stranger boy, he wanted to clarify that the old Taoist wasn’t a beggar—a beggar wouldn’t accept soone like him! Beggars were cleaner!
Indeed, after not seeing him for three years, the old Taoist’s clothes grew filthier and sllier. His hair beca more explosive, and even his beard and eyebrows, resembling lightning-struck tufts, wildly spruced everywhere.
Ran Qing continued pursuing the old Taoist. Xia Geng glanced at the two kids talking and didn’t bother, deciding to catch up with his wife to diate.
But he returned sheepishly as soon as he got close. Ran Qing’s murderous aura was heavy, but even that was overpowered by the old Taoist’s stink!
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