The Humble Family’s Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!
Chapter 676 - 607, Internal Martial Arts_1

Chapter 676: Chapter 607, Internal Martial Arts_1

Daohua didn’t go to the Xiao Residence; she went straight to the new house that Xiao Yeyang had bought, and as soon as she entered, she heard Yan Wenkai’s sullen and angry voice.

"If it weren’t for that Monk’s excellent Qinggong, I would have definitely caught him."

Xiao Yeyang said irritably, "If you hadn’t insisted on chasing after him, would we be lying here?"

Yan Wenkai gave a sheepish smile, "That, I saw him stealing the confidential letters of our Jinling Guard. We definitely had to get them back, right?"

Xiao Yeyang grunted, "So did you get them back?"

Yan Wenkai replied dejectedly, "The Monk’s Qinggong was too formidable."

Yan Wentao frowned, "Knowing you were outmatched but still rushing in isn’t bravery, it’s foolishness. Don’t do this again in the future. Don’t forget, you’re engaged. If something were to happen to you, do you want Miss Su to be a widow while she’s still alive?"

Yan Wenkai quickly shook his head.

That’s when Daohua walked into the room with a serious face.

In the room, Xiao Yeyang was lying on the bed, Yan Wentao was sprawled on the bed by the window, both shirtless, and Yan Wenkai was sitting in a chair with his arm in a sling.

Seeing Daohua, all three men showed a flicker of joy on their faces. Noticing her stern expression, they all involuntarily shrank their necks and didn’t dare to make another sound.

Daohua glanced at the three men lightly, and seeing that their spirits were not too bad, she couldn’t help but relax a bit.

Yan Wenkai, seeing Xiao Yeyang and Yan Wentao giving him meaningful looks, had no choice but to brace himself and speak up, "Elder sister, we’ve only received some minor injuries. You don’t need to worry too much."

Daohua scoffed, "Minor injuries? Your arm is broken, Xiao Yeyang and third brother are either lying or prostrate. Are these ’minor injuries’? Fourth brother, in your eyes, is it only considered a major injury if someone is lying on the ground motionless?"

Yan Wenkai ’heh heh’d twice and then decisively bowed his head without speaking further.

Daohua snorted and went to first examine Yan Wenkai’s injuries; she couldn’t help it, he looked the most miserable with a large patch of bruising around his eyes and the corners of his mouth.

Yan Wenkai said, "Elder sister, my injuries have already been treated by the doctor. The main reason you were called was to take a look at Yeyang and third brother’s injuries. They were hit by that damn Monk and have internal bruises that need your acupuncture to release the blood stasis."

Daohua saw that Yan Wenkai’s arm was well bandaged and the injuries on his face were superficial, so she turned to inspect Xiao Yeyang and Yan Wentao’s injuries.

Xiao Yeyang had been kicked in the chest, while Yan Wentao had taken a palm strike to his back. The person who attacked them had struck hard: one had a footprint on his chest, the other a palm print on his back, both formed by bruising.

Seeing Daohua ask Wang Manman to bring the medicine box, Xiao Yeyang said, "Help Wentao first; he was hit by the Monk’s palm, and he even vomited blood just now."

Yan Wentao was about to say ’the kick you took wasn’t light either’, but then he saw Daohua approaching with silver needles in hand.

After his back was pricked with a few needles, Yan Wentao started feeling drowsy. Soon after, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After administering acupuncture to Yan Wentao and covering him with a blanket, Daohua then moved toward Xiao Yeyang.

Xiao Yeyang looked at her expression and, seeing her still stern, smiled and said, "It isn’t as serious as you think. We just charged in too fast and were the first to encounter the Monk, that’s why we got these injuries."

Daohua hummed, "Three of you couldn’t even defeat one!"

Hearing this, Yan Wenkai was somewhat speechless, "Elder sister, that Monk is an expert in Internal Martial Arts. As for me, Yeyang, and third brother, we’ve only just begun in that area."

Daohua carefully placed silver needles on several of Xiao Yeyang’s injured acupoints before speaking, "Are experts in Internal Martial Arts really that powerful?"

Yan Wenkai promptly said, "Of course. If my Inner Strength were better, the first thing I would do is improve my Qinggong, so I wouldn’t have the same issue of not being able to catch up like today."

Xiao Yeyang said lightly, "Well, you just keep practicing. Aim to reach the Monk’s level in a decade or two."

Yan Wenkai sighed; mastering Internal Martial Arts was not easy.

Daohua became interested, "Qinggong, is that like running on walls, gliding on water, and flying over grass?"

Yan Wenkai laughed, "It’s not as exaggerated as you described, but with sufficient speed, it’s not too far off."

Daohua showed surprise, "There really is such a skill? Why haven’t I seen it before?"

Yan Wenkai chuckled, "That’s because experts in Internal Martial Arts are rare. Besides, we never had the chance to encounter such experts before." It was only after they became Jinling Guards and began to deal with confidential matters in secret that they slowly encountered such experts.

Daohua said again, "Haven’t you all been practicing martial arts for several years? How come you are only getting started now? Isn’t that a bit too inefficient?"

Yan Wenkai, "Big sister, you don’t understand this. Internal martial arts take time to practice, and it can’t be achieved overnight. Those who are experts in internal martial arts are almost all over forty or fifty years old. We haven’t even come of age yet, how can we compare with them?"

Daohua looked doubtful, "I don’t believe it. Are there really no young internal martial arts masters? Could it be that you lack talent?"

Being looked down upon by his own sister, Yan Wenkai didn’t want to talk anymore.

Xiao Yeyang spoke up, "There are indeed young masters of internal martial arts, but... they are extremely rare."

Yan Wenkai expressed surprise, "Really?"

Xiao Yeyang nodded, "Of course. Some people are highly talented and start practicing internal martial arts from a young age. By the time they reach our age, they’ve already practiced for over a decade and can barely be considered masters. Of course, the hardships they endure are beyond our imagination."

"There’s another way I’ve heard about, which is that there is a certain medicine that can help open the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Once these meridians are opened, it becomes much easier to cultivate internal martial arts."

Yan Wenkai immediately asked, "What medicine?"

Xiao Yeyang, "Eight Meridian Pill, but it’s very difficult to concoct."

Daohua, "Why?"

Xiao Yeyang, "The Jingmiao Grass required to make the Eight Meridian Pill is very hard to find. It’s said that the Jingmiao Grass is extremely picky about its growing environment. The temperature, humidity, and soil nutrients need to be neither too high nor too low to ensure its normal growth."

"I heard from my uncle that when he wanted to practice internal martial arts as a child, my maternal grandfather sent people out to find it. Unfortunately, up until now, they still haven’t found a single plant."

Daohua suddenly asked, "Then, are there seeds?"

Xiao Yeyang paused, "Hm?"

Daohua repeated, "Do you have seeds? If you do, hand them over to me. I might be able to help you grow Jingmiao Grass."

Yan Wenkai’s eyes lit up, looking eagerly at Xiao Yeyang. He knew well his sister’s skill in planting vegetables and flowers. Jingmiao Grass was just a grass after all; letting his sister treat it as a vegetable to try planting, there was a chance that she could actually grow it.

Once the Eight Extraordinary Meridians were opened, it would be much easier for them to cultivate internal martial arts. Once their inner strength increased, they would have a higher chance of emerging unscathed when facing adversaries in the future.

After becoming a Jinling Guard and starting to work, he realized that their martial arts were far from sufficient compared to some assassins and killers. Otherwise, they wouldn’t get hurt every other day.

Xiao Yeyang shook his head, "I’m only repeating what I heard from my uncle, where would I get seeds from?" Saying this, it seemed as though he recalled something, looking at Daohua, "Are you sure you can grow Jingmiao Grass?"

Daohua didn’t make any grand claims, "Why not give it a try? I’m a little master of planting. If you hand it over to me, there’s always a chance, isn’t there?"

Xiao Yeyang smiled, "I don’t have any, but we could have someone look for them."

Daohua continued, "My master has many rare herbs; I wonder if he has Jingmiao Grass? I will have to ask him the next time I go to Taohua Village."

Qinggong, she also really wanted to practice.

Having been given acupuncture, Xiao Yeyang was also feeling sleepy, but he didn’t want to sleep. He had been investigating Uncle Eight Prince’s followers for the past half a month and hadn’t seen Daohua for so long; he wanted to talk to her more.

Seeing his eyelids fighting, Daohua hurriedly said, "If you want to sleep, then sleep."

Hearing this, Yan Wenkai also felt sleepy and stood up, "Then, I’m going to take a nap too." Saying this, he left the room.

Daohua saw Xiao Yeyang still with his eyes open, "Why aren’t you sleeping?"

Xiao Yeyang reached out and grasped Daohua’s hand, "I want to look at you some more."

Daohua glared at him, "Alright, hurry up and sleep. You and third brother still have needles in you; I won’t leave so soon."

Xiao Yeyang confirmed, "You’re really not leaving?"

Daohua nodded, "I’m really not leaving. I’ll go back after you wake up."

Hearing this, Xiao Yeyang finally closed his eyes in reassurance. Daohua saw this and covered him with a blanket. She then intended to arrange the medicine box but found her hand was tightly held by Xiao Yeyang.