After dying early, I traveled to ancient times and became a boy

After the wheat was planted, Ye Xunqing and Feng Jingheng continued to learn martial arts from Jiang Ruisheng.

Ye Xunqing has average talent and doesn't learn very well, but Feng Jingheng is extremely gifted and learns quickly even without basic skills.

Jiang Ruisheng taught Feng Jingheng how to use a spear.

As the saying goes, force can defeat skill. Feng Jingheng used his spear as a club, and when he struck Jiang Ruisheng with his spear, his hands would tremble three times.

After practicing for a while, Jiang Ruisheng was frightened by Feng Jingheng's extraordinary strength, so he only taught Feng Jingheng the moves and stopped fighting with him.

Feng Jingheng was practicing alone, while Ye Xunqing and the other two sat under the eaves, brewing tea around the stove and eating some steamed buns.

"Amazing, awesome." Jiang Ruisheng couldn't help but praise Feng Jingheng, "If he had practiced martial arts since he was young, he would definitely be better than you and me."

Xie Lingyin chuckled and said, "It's really rare to receive such praise from Ruisheng."

Ye Xunqing said proudly, "Uncle Jiang must have never met a martial arts prodigy as gifted as my Ah Heng, right?"

Jiang Ruisheng recalled for a moment and said, "Many years ago, I met a young man who was also extremely talented."

Ye Xunqing chased after him and asked, "What kind of brother is he?"

Jiang Ruisheng looked at Xie Lingyin and said, "Let Ayin speak."

Xie Lingyin then opened up, "That child was very stubborn, and he had no feelings for anything. I remember his family suffered a disaster; his parents, brothers, and sisters all died, but he acted like nothing had happened, not even a bit sad."

"Born without emotions?" Ye Xunqing described it as: "It means having no emotions."

"Maybe." Xie Lingyin nodded gently. "The child was about ten years old at the time, a boy without any family to rely on. I was afraid he would be bullied during the war, so I thought of sending him to a good family to be raised. And he...how should I put it, he was a little..."

"He was very powerful." Jiang Ruisheng continued, "He killed a group of pirates with bricks he found on the ground."

Ye Xunqing did not ask Jiang Ruisheng what they did before, but he knew they must be very powerful.

"Is it so powerful?" Ye Xunqing asked in surprise.

Xie Lingyin recalled, "I still remember that afternoon. The weather was very gloomy and about to rain. I was walking past there, and there was this kid standing in a pool of blood. His white shirt was soaked in gore, and all around him were pirates, not a single one alive."

"I remember him saying that these people were annoying and wanted to tear his clothes off, but he only had that one piece of clothing and didn't want to give it to them. Plus, they kept making a lot of noise, so he told them to shut up. But the clothes were ruined, because the blood on them couldn't be washed off."

"Ah, are they really too annoying?" Ye Xunqing didn't quite believe it.

"No." Xie Lingyin chuckled. "That kid lied. He killed a few young girls and boys to protect them from being bullied. But he didn't know how to express his kindness, so he said he killed them because he found them too annoying."

"He's the most gifted child I've ever met. He's also indifferent to emotions and a natural born warrior." Xie Lingyin said regretfully, "I once wanted to teach him our family's unique skills, but I never saw him again."

Ye Xunqing was a little curious, "Who was Uncle Xie before?"

Xie Lingyin narrowed her eyes and said, "Keep it a secret."

"Forget it, forget it. I don't want to listen either. I'm afraid I'll get silenced if I hear a big secret." Ye Xunqing picked up the kitchen knife. "Okay, I'm going to dance with the kitchen knife. Maybe the Kitchen Knife Ye family will appear again in the future."

Others are Wing Chun master Ip Man, and he is Cleaver master Ip Ching.

This is a bit low-brow, so it’s better to choose a name carefully.

Jiang Ruisheng and Xie Lingyin sat in the corridor. They watched Feng Jingheng and Ye Xunqing practicing martial arts, and suddenly thought of their own youth.

"At that time, Mother was still alive..." Xie Lingyin said for no apparent reason: "You, me, Mother, we practiced martial arts together."

Jiang Ruisheng chuckled and said, "I just said something wrong."

Xie Lingyin asked him, "Oh, which sentence is wrong?"

"That incredibly talented guy I met back then..." Jiang Ruisheng paused, "It was you."

Xie Lingyin's expression froze on his face, his eyes showed sadness and regret, and then suddenly turned into relief.

"It doesn't matter. I'm old now, and my mother is long gone." Xie Lingyin said calmly, "I promised her... I tried my best."

Jiang Ruisheng held Xie Lingyin's hand and said, "I thought I would never accept another disciple in my lifetime, but I didn't expect that when I'm old, I would still have two little kids to practice martial arts at home."

Xie Lingyin was delighted, "I didn't expect you to teach Jing Heng spearmanship."

"Fortunately, this kid is not stupid and will not bring disgrace to the Ling family spear." Jiang Ruisheng replied.

The small pot on the stove was bubbling with steam, and the sweet potatoes next to it had been roasted. Xie Lingyin called Ye Xunqing over to eat the sweet potatoes.

"Xiao Xunqing, your sweet potatoes are ready. I peeled them for you. Come over and eat them while they're hot." Xie Lingyin waved.

When Ye Xunqing heard that the sweet potatoes were ready, he immediately left his cleaver brother and turned back to the stove to warm himself by the fire.

Jiang Ruisheng went to instruct Feng Jingheng, and only Ye Xunqing and Xie Lingyin were left in the corridor.

Ye Xunqing ate the sweet potatoes in small bites. The sweet potatoes have become much sweeter recently and he likes them very much.

"Uncle Xie, eat some too." Ye Xunqing gave an unpeeled one to Xie Lingyin.

Xie Lingyin didn't like to eat them, but he liked to peel them for Ye Xunqing to eat. "I don't like them, but if you like them, I'll peel another one for you."

As he said this, he began to peel the sweet potatoes.

Ye Xunqing watched his movements and suddenly thought of his mother.

He used to like watching TV, and his mother would watch with him and feed him some food from time to time: peeled bananas, chopped apples, and sliced ​​oranges.

"Why don't you eat it anymore? Is it not tasty?" Xie Lingyin asked.

Ye Xunqing was depressed. "No, I just thought of a very important person."

Seeing his expression, Xie Lingyin asked, "Is this your father?"

Ye Xunqing thought for a moment, "Well, she is the person closest to me. She gave birth to me despite all the dangers, but I didn't stay with her until old age. I am an unfilial child."

Actually it was mom, but Ye Xunqing couldn’t say it.

Xie Lingyin said distressedly: "If you are sad, just cry, uncle will hold you."

Ye Xunqing curled her lips and lay on Xie Lingyin's legs, crying softly, "She loves me very much. Although she is not a good cook, she will do her best to make delicious food for me. She even dug up the garden to grow vegetables for me. After I fell ill, she stayed with me every day, worried that I would feel uncomfortable. In fact, I was in a lot of pain, but I was afraid that she would worry, so I never said it was in pain."

"I miss her, I really miss her."

Ye Xunqing's words reminded Xie Lingyin of her child who died young, the child who was killed at birth.

"Baby..." Xie Lingyin patted Ye Xunqing's back, tears falling quietly.

Feng Jingheng caught a glimpse of Ye Xunqing lying on Xie Lingyin's legs and crying, so he wanted to go over to see what was going on.

"Don't go." Jiang Ruisheng held him back, "Let them cry alone for a while."

Ayin was thinking about the child again.