Chapter 4 Compensation

  Liu Lao Ye Zi is already 84 years old this year, and has experienced many great winds and waves in his life. He doesn't mind giving people a reversal of fortune to change their fate, suffering heavenly punishment, and reducing their lifespan.

  But that magical technique, even the master who taught him face-reading skills back then couldn't perform it. Even if Old Man Liu wanted to help Qin Feng, he didn't have the heavenly skill to do so.

  "Dad, just let him go like this?"

  After hearing his father's words, Liu Jiaolao'er was taken aback for a moment.

  The Liu family's transmission of Bajiquan is based on the lineage of Shen Gun Li Shuwen, and can be said to be the most authentic Bajiquan. If Qin Feng has not yet cultivated internal energy, then learning some techniques would be useless.

  But now Qin Feng has obviously already caught a glimpse of the doorway, and if he can't bring him under his wing, according to Jianghu rules, he should also take back the kung fu from Qin Feng's body.

  "Lao Er, nowadays there are not many people willing to learn martial arts, don't have that narrow-minded sectarian view anymore."

  Mr. Liu naturally knew his son's thoughts, and shook his head saying: "In the past, Yang Luchan stole from Master Chen Changxing, passing down a wonderful story. Your master accepted disciples without asking about their background, can't I, your old man, do the same?"

  "Dad, I was wrong!"

  Liu Jiacheng was speechless after being scolded by his father, because the anecdote that Old Master Liu mentioned was almost universally known in Jianghu.

  Yang Luchan was the founder of Yang-style tai chi, who loved martial arts since childhood. Due to poverty and forced by livelihood, he worked in a Chinese medicine shop "Taihe Hall" on Xiguan Street in Guangping Prefecture.

  This pharmacy was opened by Chen Dehu, a native of Chenjiagou, Jiaozuo, Henan. Chen Jian saw that Yang was diligent and trustworthy, intelligent and capable, so he sent him to his hometown of Chenjiagou, Jiaozuo, Henan to work.

  It happened that Tai Chi master Chen Changxing was teaching at the home of Chen Dehu, and Yang was very envious. He wanted to learn from him, but he was busy with other things and also feared that Chen would not accept him as a student. Although he knew the rules of the Jianghu, because he was eager to learn, he would watch from the side when Chen's students were practicing, memorizing some moves, and then practice them in secret when no one was around.

  Later, Yang Luchan's behavior was discovered by Chen Changxing, who saw that he was a talented person and not only did not blame him, but also boldly discarded the door and Jianghu taboos, allowing him to formally study Tai Chi in his spare time, which created a generation of Tai Chi masters Yang Luchan.

  "Thank you, Grandpa Liu, Master Liu!"

  Hearing Lao Yezi tell him to leave, Qin Feng suppressed the disappointment of not being able to become a disciple and bowed deeply to the two, then turned around and walked away.

  As for what Old Man Liu said about his early death, Qin Feng didn't quite understand it, but even if he did, he wouldn't have taken it to heart. Having wandered around with his sister for years, he had long since become someone who doesn't fear heaven or earth, ghosts or gods, and his courage was not ordinary.

  Just as Qin Feng was about to step out of the yard, the old man suddenly said: "Little guy, come a little earlier next time, there's no shortage of food for one more person at home!"

  "Grandpa Liu, I still have a sister." Qin Feng shook his head and declined the old man's kindness.

  "Dummy kid, why don't you just bring it along?"

  Liu Lao Yezi sighed, he had long known the situation in Qin Feng's family, but because of Qin Feng's unusual facial features, the old man had not lent a hand to help. Now that his own life was coming to an end, he no longer feared anything.

  "Thank you, thank you Grandpa Liu!"

  When he heard the old man's words, Qin Feng suddenly stopped and his thin body trembled. He could refuse help for himself, but if it would allow his sister to live a stable life, he was willing to pay any price.

  Slowly turning around, Qin Feng knelt down in front of Old Man Liu in the courtyard, respectfully kowtowing before getting up and disappearing into the night.

  After Qin Feng left, Liu Jia Cheng looked at his father and said: "Dad, I think this kid is also a person of great loyalty, why are you so unwilling to accept him as a disciple?"

  "What do you know?"

  The old man waved his hand and said, "This child has an unusual bone structure. If he can survive the tribulations of fate, he will either be a saint who saves the world or a hero who dominates the chaotic world. However, in my opinion, the latter is more likely..."

  Liu Yunjiao spent his whole life drifting, and it wasn't until his later years that he finally settled down. He didn't want his descendants to be like him, so even if Qin Feng had a good talent, he didn't want to get too involved with him.

  However, the old man was kind-hearted after all. He looked at Qin Feng and his sister with pity. If something were to happen to Qin Feng in the future, he wanted to help the girl out by having the Liu family raise her.

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  "From now on, I won't have to leave my sister alone at home in the evenings..."

  Although he didn't get to be his master, Qin Feng was still very happy, not because the brother and sister had a place for dinner, but because they didn't have to leave their younger sister alone at night to secretly learn martial arts.

  It's a good thing that Da Huang was there to protect him, or else his "home" would have been broken into by someone who wasn't quite right in the head, leaving Qin Feng on edge for several days.

  "Ah Feng, wait for me!" Qin Feng, who was in a hurry to rush back home, suddenly heard Liu Zimo's voice behind him and quickly stopped in his tracks, a smile spreading across his face.

  After a change in his family, Qin Feng, who was originally cheerful and lively, became less talkative. Except for being with his sister, he no longer had any other friends. However, after arriving at Cangzhou, he became good friends with Liu Zimo.

  It was an afternoon more than three years ago, Qin Feng brought his sister back to pick up scraps, and was blocked by a group of half-grown children who teased them, calling them the Scrap Kings.

  At that time, Qin Feng had been stealing food for two years. Although he couldn't keep up with his nutrition, none of these kids were a match for him. However, Qin Feng didn't put their teasing in his heart at all and was about to leave with his sister.

  At this moment, Liu Zimo, who had just been sent to the mainland by his father, appeared. He had been practicing Bajiquan with his grandfather since he was a child and his skills far surpassed Qin Feng's. After some verbal sparring, he beat those little rascals until they were crying and fleeing in disarray.

  Perhaps due to their different upbringings, Liu Zimo didn't look down on Qin Feng at all. Instead, he admired Qin's actions of taking care of his sister by himself. In private, he even taught Qin the Eight Extremes Fist technique, and the two became friends as a result.

  "Zǐ Mò, thank you!" Qin Feng turned his head and said: "Tomorrow I'll take my sister over, why are you chasing after us again?"

  "Tomorrow is tomorrow, today has its own things!"

  As the most favored younger generation of the Liu family, Liu Zimo usually behaves in a strict and proper manner in front of his elders, but when he is with his good friends, he becomes much more casual. He took out an object from his pocket and handed it over to him, saying: "Ah Feng, this is for you."

  "What's money for?"

  Taking advantage of the dim streetlights, Qin Feng's face turned somewhat unsightly after seeing the crumpled 10-yuan bill in Liu Zimo's hand. He shook his head and said, "Ah Feng, you've known me for so long, don't you know my temperament?"

  When his parents were alive, Qin Feng most often heard a sentence from his father, "If you don't work hard and make your own money, but instead rely on heaven, earth and your parents, then you're not a real man!"

  After his parents passed away, Qin Feng's life was difficult, but he never forgot his father's words. He had picked up scraps, helped people harvest crops and planted rice, but he had never received any free favors from anyone.

  If it weren't for watching his sister grow up day by day, and if he didn't go back to school soon, Qin Feng probably wouldn't accept Liu Lao's kind intentions this time either.

  So when Liu Zimo handed over the money, Qin Feng's face changed on the spot. If it weren't for this one and only friend, he would have turned around and left.

  "How could I still not know your temper?"

  When Liu Zimo saw Qin Feng's appearance, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Here is 200 yuan, don't look at me, I don't have that much money to give you, this is what grandpa gave you, he said it's what you deserve."

  "What should I get?" Qin Feng was confused by Liu Zimo's words. "What did I do to deserve so much money?"

  In '92, the monthly salary of a railway worker was only around 100 yuan. Normally, giving 3 to 5 yuan as a gift for a wedding banquet was not considered little. Two hundred yuan was an unimaginable fortune for Qin Feng.

  "Do you still remember that snuff bottle you gave me?"

  Liu Zimo said with a pleased smile: "Ah Feng, that's a treasure. My grandfather told me it was made by 'Gu Yue Xuan' and is a porcelain enamel painting snuff bottle. Who knows, maybe it was even used by Emperor Qianlong himself."

  "Wait a minute, let me think... " Qin Feng seemed to understand a bit, "You're talking about that glass bottle with transparent inside and something drawn on it, right?"

  Months ago, Qin Feng picked up a glass bottle and found it was painted with beautiful pictures after washing.

  This glass is worthless, he didn't sell it and instead gave it to Liu Zimo. Qin Feng knew that his good friend often secretly sent things for Qin Jia to eat, and when he picked up something fun, he thought of Liu Zimo at the first time.

  Qin Feng suddenly remembered, and Liu Zimo nodded repeatedly, saying: "Right, that's the one. Hey, Afeng, my grandfather said this is a treasure, if it weren't for the bottle mouth being slightly damaged, it could be exchanged for a house!"

  "Is it that expensive?"

  Qin Feng was taken aback by the words, even in this urban-rural fringe area, a set of houses would cost tens of thousands of yuan, but that broken glass bottle could be worth so much money?

  "You know what? That's an antique! It's not something you sell by the pound like scrap paper!"

  Liu Zimo spoke while putting the money into Qin Feng's hands, saying: "My grandfather said that you took too much money, it's not good. From now on, you and your sister will live and eat at our house, and consider the remaining money as compensation for you!"