It is early autumn, and the morning breeze is already chilling.

On the martial arts field, many years have gathered together, wearing single clothes, with a rosy complexion, strong muscles, and bright eyes. It is obvious that they are all about martial arts practice.

In front of them, a tall coach with a tall figure who is as eyes as a falcon, is admonishing:

"My Yang family is building a foothold in the big work, and it depends on martial arts and magic. Anyone who is a member of the Yang family must test their qualifications and practice martial arts since the age of eight... You have a shortage of talent and have a dead path, but you can still practice martial arts! As long as the twelve levels are perfect and promoted to Wuzong, there may not be no hope of re-practice!"

"Of course, Wu Zong is not easy. If you achieve success, you can at least become an old clan, improve your genealogy ranking, and ensure that you have no worries!"

The Yang family is a large family and has extremely strict patriarchal laws.

The treatment among the long house, the second house, the third house, the legitimate branch, the common branch... is very different.

But at this moment, when I heard a broad road in front of me, all the boys had their eyes shiny and their waists were straight.

The martial arts teacher looked at this scene and sighed in his heart: "Well, give them some hope!"

It is difficult to achieve practice, and it is not easy to practice martial arts. With his eyesight, it is already an amazing way out for these young men to be a family deacon.

‘After that it’s not the eldest son of the Changfang clan. Without resources, how can you break through?’

This coach is also from the Yang family. He has been working hard for so many years and has become as clear as a mirror.

No matter how good the qualification is, if you cannot be trained and invested in resources, it will still be a waste. I didn’t know this truth back then. I spent half my life, but still couldn’t break through the nine levels. In the end, I still went to the eldest house and had to give me a ‘blocking pill’. Only then did I condense my yin energy and become the family martial arts teacher. I had spiritual food and vegetables every month, and my life finally got up.

‘I’m working hard now, it’s nothing. The accumulated merit can lay a solid foundation for my heart so that he won’t follow my old path…’

‘After that being said, even in the long house, it may not be full of water!’

When the martial arts teacher thought of this, he couldn't help but glance at the edge of the martial arts training field. A slightly thin boy was standing there, with a little envious look in his eyes.

He sighed in his heart, and then said loudly: "What I want to teach you today is my Yang family's Qiankun Giant Spirit Art. This technique has a strong foundation and a long inner breath. If you enter the realm of the Shugeng, your internal strength will be strong and far beyond the ordinary. After Wuzong, you can master the power of the giant spirit, which is a unique skill to do! This opportunity is rare, you must seize it!"

"Abide by the order!"

After many years of yelling, the momentum is quite majestic.

Outside the field, the young man stared at the scene in a daze, but his fists were clenched.

His name is Yang Fan, and he is also from the Yang family's house. Unfortunately, he is a concubine's son.

The more aristocratic families are, the more clear the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children will be. The legitimate son will be favored by thousands of people when he is born, and he will be highly expected and trained more to inherit the family business in the future and be prosperous for a lifetime.

However, the concubine's son has to see whether the head of the family likes it or not, and even the strong difference between the mother's family. The more unlucky one is, while the father is not happy, he also has to endure the difficulties of the mistress, and the bitterness is hard to describe.

Unfortunately, Yang Fan almost encountered such bad treatment.

My father was not happy, and the mistress and brothers secretly made things difficult for him, and even the slaves dared to ride on him.

When he was eight years old, he was directly framed when he was testing his qualifications and divided the martial arts. He was furious and he was unable to practice martial arts and could only study.

In the Dagan Empire, studying is successful, doing things or becoming an official may be a good way for ordinary people, but in the Yang family, if you don’t have the power to protect yourself, wouldn’t it be up to outsiders to control it?

‘I must make a name for myself!’

The young Yang Fan clenched his fists: "No one taught me the magic, so I will practice martial arts! The clan rules are determined. Since my surname is Yang, I can't be considered as stealth learning. It's just that I've cut off my resources to practice martial arts, which is the most troublesome!"

Practicing martial arts is very expensive. Children and martial artists in the clan have a generous monthly fee, which is to ask them to buy wine and meat and medicinal materials to nourish their bodies.

Moreover, there are small competitions every month, and the top few awarded spiritual rice rewards.

If those spiritual disciples, alchemy disciples, and dream disciples are treated more generously, and there will be spiritual objects for them every day.

Unfortunately, he rarely sees meat, let alone eat wine, meat and spirits, which increases nutrition.

"The Great Spirit of the Qiankun is the foundation, what is the foundation? Eat more and more meals every day to strengthen the muscles, bones, qi and blood, and digest them with the breathing method to increase yourself! After you go back, you should try to eat as much meat as possible, and the meat of the spirit beast is better! Of course, if you have the conditions, the solar eclipse of the spirit pill is the right way..."

On the martial arts training ground, the words of the martial arts teacher are still coming.

Now, even those young men in the other side had to smile bitterly.

Eat spiritual rice every day, or eat a few meals of spiritual beast meat. Their home gritted their teeth and tightened their belts, which might be able to support them for a while, but the Japanese spiritual pill?

I'm afraid... only the eldest son has that style.

The martial arts teacher also sighed in his heart when he looked at this scene.

Even if you are a genius, you will still be made of resources.

Now the second young master of the Changfang, Yang Hu, was born with a tiger bone. After a hundred days of birth, he was planted with a secret technique to enter his body. As he grew up, the medicinal power gradually digested, and his foundation was unparalleled. Now he has broken through the eighth level of martial arts. For the death pass, the internal strength is even more incredible. He once defeated ten warriors in the Yin and Yang level in a row, and then attacked the eleventh level of Diyuan warriors, without any fatigue. He is known as the number one martial arts person of the Yang family.

But even so, it is not really the first, because there are still practitioners!

The eldest young master and the third lady are more talented and have entered the Taoist path directly. Although they are only fifteen or sixteen years old at this time, they have all broken through the realm of spiritual disciples, especially the eldest young master. It is said that the attack on the spiritual scholars is right in front of you!

‘The chief family has produced talents. Compared with them, the fourth young master is really like everyone else… No, it’s simply a light of fireflies… Since I defected to the eldest family, I naturally want to be loyal to my wife and several legitimate sons, Yang Fan…’

The martial arts teacher glanced at Yang Fan without a trace. Seeing that he had not left yet, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Thinking of the rumors, he deliberately explained the Qiankun Giant Spirit Ancestor more clearly, and his voice became three points louder.

‘Well? This person has bad intentions!?’

If it were an ordinary boy, it would be very grateful that the martial arts teacher intended to pass on his skills.

But Yang Fan didn't know why, he was born with spiritual perception that he was different from ordinary people and had an extremely keen grasp of emotions. At this time, he glanced at the martial arts teacher and not only found a trace of malice hidden in his eyes, but also seemed to hear his heart.

‘Practicing martial arts requires merit! If I get this technique and practice it rashly, I will only waste my body and bones! And... Although my clan rules cannot help but practice martial arts, there are still family rules! My father only allows me to study. If I am found practicing martial arts secretly, I am afraid that there will be a lesson!’

Thinking of this, Yang Fan couldn't help but speed up and left the martial arts training ground.

"Huh? This is a strange thing!"

Seeing Yang Fan leave, the Wugong teacher's voice stuttered, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

So what if you think clearly about the relationship? What you have to show is just a loyalty!

...

Yang Fan returned to his room and looked at Xiao Suo who was barely in the house and couldn't help but smile bitterly again.

The other brothers, even the illegitimate sons, still had their own courtyards and two maids served them. Only on their own side, even the window papers had to be kept in their own hands.

"My fifth and sixth brothers know who their mother is at least, but I..."

Yang Fan was silent for a moment.

Although his two younger brothers were also concubines and were born to slaves, they at least carried the house and became concubines.

His mother, but she... disappeared!

I have to say that this is a very strange and insulting thing, especially for the father of the eldest son of the eldest son.

It is precisely for this reason that he has been in a situation where his uncle doesn’t love him and his grandmother doesn’t love him since he was a child. If it weren’t for the ranking, no one would have known that there was a fourth young master in the eldest house.

The autumn is cold, but there are not many things to keep warm in the broken house, with a hint of coldness.

Yang Fan opened the book on the table, took a few casual glances, closed it again, and sighed: "If you study hard for six years, if you can go out for exams, you will be able to pass the exam. In the future, you will be promoted to a minor official and accumulate merits. You can get an official position in three years. Maybe you can still gain some money, take care of the family, marry a gentle and virtuous wife, and you will deal with it for the rest of your life... But I don't want to!!!"

His anger surged, his eyes gradually became sharp, and a sense of injustice in his heart was almost overturned: "Why are the Yang family members so different in treatment? They have been cautious since childhood, but they still cannot help but be humiliated by the servants. When they grow up, they have to shake their tails and beg for mercy from their mistress brothers. What's the joke?"

"I want to practice martial arts, I want to practice Dharma. One day, I will overwhelm the Yang family, question my father why he is so harsh and find his mother's whereabouts!"

In the broken house, the boy clenched his fists and his face was full of determination.

Bang!

At this moment, the door of the house was pushed open ruthlessly, and a bunch of children walked in with a noble lady.

The woman is about forty years old and has excellent care. She is covered with pearls and jewelry, full of treasure and gracefulness. There is also a big maid next to her, holding a blue-eyed golden silk cat, and the material she wears is better than that of Yang Fan, the young master.

"The child has met his mother!"

Yang Fan's heart sank and saluted with a solemn look.

This woman is his father's wife, Mrs. Wang, who gave birth to two sons and one daughter. Her mother's family is powerful and her status in the house cannot be shaken. She has the power of life and death in the back house.

"What did you do today, you treacherous son? You dare not even listen to your father's lesson? Huh?"

Mrs. Wang said lightly, implicit murderous aura.

Yang Fan was shocked and seemed to see the figure of the martial arts teacher. At this time, he could only apologize: "The child passed by the martial arts training ground today. He stayed for a while because of curiosity. Please forgive me!"

"Very good, are you admitting this? Butler, ask for family law and hit him ten times to serve as a warning to others!"

Mrs. Wang turned around and went out.

To deal with this concubine's son is just a matter of her words.

Behind him, the sound of a whip exploded, leaving blood marks on Yang Fan's back.

In the midst of the scorching pain, his spiritual consciousness began to become dazed: "This revenge is not a gentleman... Wait a minute, who am I? Why is this?"
Chapter completed!