House Dad's Literary Life

The more serious he was, the more shocked Yang Yi was.

Even though Yang Yi had exerted all his strength, he couldn’t shake Yang Chonggui at all. His pair of cloth shoes stood firm, like an old tree with twisted roots, as stable as Mount Tai. Even though Yang Yi was no longer playing around, his body movements were like a dragon playing in water, agile as a butterfly fluttering. The old man’s natural and seamless martial art moves intercepted every one of Yang Yi’s attacks.

And whenever the old man threw a punch, the sudden attack was always so unexpected, and it hit Yang Yi at the most fierce moment of his attack, making him hastily retract his moves and struggle to defend, causing considerable discomfort!

After a few rounds, the old man with white hair still maintained a long-lasting breath, motionless like a mountain, like a great master!

Was this the usual rustic old father?

Before, Yang Yi was a bit skeptical of his predecessor’s memories, thinking that it was not that the old man was too strong, but that his predecessor was too weak. However, now it seems that Yang Chonggui’s martial arts are indeed a bit unfathomable!

While he was surprised by Yang Chonggui’s martial arts skills, Yang Qing and Yang Huan were also stunned by this sparring, their jaw dropping!

Yang Qing had no idea that Yang Yi was so strong, and so did Yang Huan. These two guys were naturally not as obsessed with martial arts as Yang Yi, so even if it was Yang Qing, there was a certain gap with the original Yang Yi, but he knew that his father’s martial arts were very strong.

They just didn’t expect that their big brother could actually spar evenly with the old man. It seemed that his martial arts had improved a lot over the years!

Yang Huan was even more stunned by his father’s vitality in his old age. His father was almost 70 years old, and he was still so fierce? It wasn’t scientific!

The fight in the courtyard was not small, and the three people in the kitchen were all attracted out. Xixi was hopping around and running in front. As a result, when she looked up, she saw her grandpa and father entangled together.

“Ah, Papa, Papa and Grandpa are fighting!” The little girl was a bit anxious. She turned around to pull her mother’s hand, pouting her mouth, and said sadly, “Mama, Papa and Grandpa are fighting. Please tell them not to fight!”

Dong Yue’e, however, remained calm. She walked up, patting the flour on her hands, and said to Xixi with a smile, “Little Yang Xi, don’t worry, they’re not fighting. They’re just playing and practicing martial arts!”

Xixi blinked her big eyes, and asked with some confusion, “Is it the same as Papa and those uncles? Papa and Uncle Shen fought, but it wasn’t a fight…”

Dong Yue’e didn’t quite understand what the little girl was saying, she could only smile and nod.

At this moment, the situation in the field has changed.

Meeting a worthy opponent, Yang Yi, a martial arts enthusiast, was getting into it. He was excited and in order to probe his father’s true strength, he decided to use his secret weapon, internal strength.

Gathering his Qi in the dantian, several warm currents surged into his limbs and bones. Yang Yi’s strength suddenly increased. With a slight shake of his forearm, he shook off Yang Chonggui’s grasping hand, and then immediately threw a punch.

Yang Chonggui parried in time, and his arms blocked Yang Yi’s powerful and heavy punch, but he was shocked and took two steps back!

“Stop!” Yang Chonggui shouted and jumped out of the circle. The old man was slightly panting, but also stared at Yang Yi and kept looking at him, his eyebrows gradually furrowing.

Yang Yi retracted his hand and gradually calmed down.

As he calmed down, he began to break out in a cold sweat, feeling extremely embarrassed: Really, how old was he? Why did he still compete with a nearly seventy-year-old old man? Did he really have to use internal strength to win this sparring match?

If this got out, wouldn’t his brothers laugh themselves to death?

However, Yang Chonggui was not staring because he couldn’t parry Yang Yi’s attack. He took a step forward, grabbed Yang Yi’s right hand without saying a word, and put his two fingers on Yang Yi’s pulse.

At first, Yang Yi was somewhat puzzled, but soon felt a subtle heat flow into his meridians. However, as it was something foreign, almost instinctively, Yang Yi took action and swept the intruding force away, forcefully expelling it from his body.

Yang Chonggui’s fingers were shaken off, but he had already got the information he wanted. The old man stared at Yang Yi with wide eyes and asked, “Where did you learn this?”

It turned out that when Yang Yi’s strength suddenly increased just now, the old man detected an issue.

However, at this moment, Yang Yi was also wide-eyed, looking at his father with an incredulous expression.

How is it possible?

How could the old man possibly have internal strength?

In his memory, his father was just an ordinary martial artist, practicing fist and foot techniques, and what he taught to the three siblings was just a basic Hung Fist. For more than thirty years, Yang Yi had never seen Yang Chonggui use internal strength, not even once! He didn’t even mention it!

However, this explanation resolved Yang Yi’s doubts. He previously couldn’t understand why his father, despite his old age, still had such great strength! So, it turned out there was an amplification effect from internal strength!

Of course, Yang Yi knew that even in his previous life, people who knew internal strength were rare. It wasn’t something one could learn just by studying. It required extremely high talent, and also inheritance. It was usually not passed on to outsiders. Yang Yi himself had obtained such inheritance only through a fortunate encounter with an old master!

Presumably, there weren’t many masters in this world, and they either remained hidden in the ordinary world or served as bodyguards in high places. Otherwise, the military experts that Yang Yi has seen wouldn’t just be at the level of Shen Xinyu…

Now, the old man had unexpectedly shown such a skill. The person beside him was actually a hidden master? Yang Yi was dumbfounded.

Yang Chonggui turned his head and looked around, then pulled Yang Yi to the back of the ancestral hall to talk.

In the courtyard, Xixi watched with a daze. She couldn’t help but pull her grandmother’s hand and ask, “Grandma, Papa and Grandpa aren’t fighting anymore, right?”

“Well, I don’t know what they’re whispering about. Don’t mind them,” Dong Yue’e said with a smile, “Come, Grandma will take you to see the chickens!”

“Okay!” Xixi immediately became interested.

Dong Yue’e grabbed a handful of grains and came to the courtyard. She called out “peck peck” a few times, and suddenly the courtyard was full of chickens and ducks jumping around. The chickens and ducks that were strolling around everywhere flapped their wings and ran over, twisting and turning.

“Wow! Grandma is so amazing!” Xixi exclaimed, her eyes widening.

Meanwhile, Yang Chonggui was still pressing Yang Yi with questions, his face was serious.

Yang Yi had no choice but to make up a reason: “It’s like this. A few years ago, just after I retired from the army, I was working in a restaurant. I encountered an old beggar with a white beard…”

The reason was a cliché used in the novels of his previous life, but thanks to those clichés, Yang Yi made up a very detailed story, which convinced Yang Chonggui.

Yang Chonggui stroked his beard and said solemnly, “So, it seems you also learned this skill through a fortuitous encounter.”

Yang Yi nodded and couldn’t help but ask, “Dad, how do you also know internal strength? Why have I never seen you use it before? And why didn’t you teach it to us? I am your own son!”

Yang Chonggui sighed, shook his head, and said, “I couldn’t teach it. I made a promise with my master in the past that this skill would be taken to the grave and never passed on to others. Because this is their family’s secret.”

“Although there was war in those years, and there has been no news from their family, they probably faced misfortune. However, a person must keep their word. A true man keeps his promises. I’ve hidden this secret for decades as well,” Yang Chonggui sighed.

Otherwise, why would he have been so serious just now? He thought Yang Yi had secretly learned it from him.

Yang Yi didn’t necessarily want to learn it. He smiled and said, “That’s okay. Anyway, I also learned a set of internal strength techniques, and it might not be worse than yours, Dad!”

“Humph, comparing yourself with your dad? If it were a few decades ago, I could knock you down with one finger! Back then, I…” Yang Chonggui’s words stopped abruptly.

However, Yang Yi didn’t overlook it. He furrowed his brow slightly, suddenly feeling that his old man was indeed a bit mysterious. Reflecting on his memories, it seemed that his past experiences had never been shared with him, Yang Qing, or Yang Huan.

“Dad, what exactly did you experience back then?” Yang Yi couldn’t help but ask, “It’s been so many years, can’t you talk about it now?”

Yang Chonggui stared at Yang Yi for a long time, then slowly said, “Do you really want to know?”