Traditionelle Chinesische Medizin

Kapitel 109

His figure vanished in a flash.

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Yang Nianqing stomped her foot angrily and yelled, "Hey, neither of you are allowed to eat dinner tonight..."

Suddenly remembering there was another important person, he quickly turned around: "Old Master..."

A cough interrupted her. The old man nodded sternly and said angrily, "Outrageous! Don't worry, I'll go and teach them a lesson right away. I'll definitely avenge you!"

In the blink of an eye, the person was gone.

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Yang Nianqing stood there, stunned.

Suddenly, a pair of arms reached out from behind and hugged her. At the same time, a voice in her ear said with a smile, "If you get angry less, you will definitely look much younger and more beautiful."

She retorted irritably, "Am I that old now?"

"almost."

"You...don't you even care about your own son!"

“With the old man around, how could I dare to interfere? The old man chased after me because he was afraid I would beat him,” he shook his head. “I don’t want to grow taller, nor do I want to be beaten by the old man again.”

"You're all ganging up on me!"

"How dare I?"

"You still don't dare?"

"So, I'll let you bully me just this once?"

She paused, bewildered, and asked, "Me?"

“Yes,” he nodded seriously, then smiled, a malicious smile, “I will let Madam bully me tonight, Madam above me…”

Her face flushed, she was both annoyed and amused: "Dream on! I'll bully you right now. I don't dare to hit the old man, and I can't hit my son, so how about I hit you instead?"

He turned around and threw a punch.

He subdued her with ease: "No."

"You dare to fight back when your wife beats you up?"

"Of course I wouldn't dare," he glanced at the fist and smiled wryly, "but it's broad daylight now. If the servants see me being bullied by the madam, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?"

She smiled sweetly: "Then let's not let them see, okay?"

He sighed, "Okay."

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The door closed.

A faint voice could be heard: "Watch out! I'll get you... Hey, what are you doing?"

"Let the lady bully you."

"No, that's not what I meant..."

"Is the chair alright?"

"No, no... someone will hear... no... it's daytime, no... don't... um..."

Why was the extra chapter created? (Nangong's extra chapter)

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:40 Word Count: 6803

"The purpose of practicing martial arts is not to kill people."

My father was always kind and gentle. Even amidst the raging flames, covered in blood, he still gritted his teeth, held me, and smiled weakly, saying, "It's not his fault. He was just doing it for Xiaoran."

Aunt Bai?

I didn't quite understand, but I nodded nonetheless. I was terrified. Just now, a dark shadow flashed by, and the people surrounding us suddenly all fell down and died.

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Twelve years later, I passed by Tangjiabao and unexpectedly saw Aunt Bai. To my surprise, she had married Uncle Tang and changed her surname to Ye. Moreover, she no longer recognized me.

I see!

It was him! My father's best friend, his best brother!

I clenched my fist.

My father said he didn't blame him, and besides, I had already promised my godfather.

All of this was caused by a woman.

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As a true martial arts master, my adoptive father was worthy of his sword.

He was afraid I would become famous, but I still became famous.

I don't like seeing too many tragic things around me. There are already too many sins and sorrows in this world, so why not let there be less? This kind of thinking is terrible and will never bring any good results, because my father was like that back then, and I understand that, so I don't want to get too close to people.

However--

As the thin mask was removed, another face was revealed!

I was stunned. This face was so familiar because it was originally mine. But who else in the world could have the exact same face as me?

“You wouldn’t believe it, would you? I’m the one who’s treating you now,” he laughed. “I never expected you to still be alive, brother.”

younger brother.

Overwhelmed with the relief of surviving the ordeal and the excitement of suddenly meeting our loved ones, we held hands tightly and laughed through our tears for a long time under the lamplight.

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I have brothers, my closest people, so whether I have friends or not is no longer important.

Even your closest and most trusted friend will ruthlessly betray you for a woman. Making the wrong friends was the greatest tragedy of my father's life.

I made friends very quickly.

Two excellent friends, leading others to my door seeking help from the friend who caused me to lose five hundred taels of silver.

They are really something else. One is very blunt, and the other is too lazy to be funny. They even like to bicker. They always seem to be very happy. With them around, no matter how many tragic things happen around you, they will never make you feel sad or upset for long.

Sharing drinks and jokes with two such people, chatting about the world, is indeed a pleasant and relaxing experience; it's a wonderful kind of joy.

However, this kind of pleasure never lasts long.

They are by no means villains. I tried to convince myself, but I couldn't help but smile bitterly. When a person decides to make friends, they will use the same words to cover it up. Did my father do the same back then?

I made the same choice today.

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revenge?

"The imperial court will never admit its mistake, and besides..."

“You swore an oath to the old garden master, but I did not.”

My younger brother hasn't changed. Once he's made up his mind about something, he'll do it no matter what. Just like when he was little, he was smashed and bled profusely while trying to get the inkstone from the table, but he still crawled over without a word, grabbed the fallen inkstone, and held it tightly in his hands.

I didn't try to persuade her any further. (69)

But he is my only brother, my only family. Even if I avenge him, with those two around, his identity will inevitably be exposed. How could the imperial court let him go? Those two are so clever, and they are our friends...

He said arrogantly, "If we destroy the evidence, how will they even begin to investigate?"

To destroy the evidence?

I did not agree. (8c)

He looked at me for a while, then suddenly laughed: "You look just like your father."

You can't hide it from him.

"We can't take the risk."

"If you're soft-hearted towards others, aren't you afraid of killing your own brothers?"

He sighed softly, stood up and left, but I felt a chill run through my body.

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Years later, a bottle was placed on the table in front of me, its blood-red color so striking.

"After thinking about it, I still think poison is the most suitable," he said with a faint smile, his expression completely unconcerned. "This poison is extremely rare. It took me three years to refine it. Even if they discover it, they won't be able to detect its toxicity. They will come looking for me then."

He didn't give up.

I hesitated: "Father doesn't blame them."

He sneered: "But you still have your mother, how do you know she doesn't hate you?"

I am speechless. (8c)

“Mother is innocent. The 146 lives of the Tao family are also innocent. Back then, that woman surnamed Bai kept pestering Father, which brought about the annihilation of our family. Now she and Tang Jingfeng are living happily and carefree. How do you know that Mother doesn’t hate them, and Uncle Ming and the others don’t hate them?”

"Do you know that my mother had both her legs cut off while protecting me?"

It was like a bucket of cold water being poured over my head, making me shiver uncontrollably.

He remained remarkably calm, as if he were talking about something unrelated: "Even without her legs, she still refused to faint. She couldn't close her eyes in peace until my master rescued me. Do you think she hated him?"

Do I hate him? I dare not think about it too deeply. If I don't avenge him and let my younger brother risk his life alone, my mother will not forgive me, nor will the more than one hundred wronged souls of the Tao family forgive me.

How can I face my godfather in the afterlife if I break my vow?