Chapter 197: Twenty-Year Plan

The rules Wei Shen set for this competition are really lax; if you don't accept defeat, you have to knock everyone down to win.

Da Wang kicked one down, but two more came at him, and nobody dared to look down on him anymore.

Da Wang tightened his horse stance, lifted his leg and threw a punch, standing immovable like a mountain; shortly, three or four people came away defeated from him.

The spectators outside could no longer pay attention to the adult group, just watching Da Wang's performance—this kid is extraordinary, and Marquis Wei Ting laughed so hard his mouth almost split.

The Owl Riders are trained like special forces; the Body Refining Technique isn't practiced for nothing—after a while, its smoother movements and stronger physique reveal their advantage.

The troops of the Southwest Army who drill every day can't compare.

As time passed, more and more people fell and couldn't get up; Marquis Wei Ting's grin finally closed—this is too embarrassing!

That centurion fared worst—he lay there like a puddle of mud, completely motionless.

Da Wang walked past him and said, "Why aren't you crying yet?"

Centurion: ……

The Owl Rider beside him felt awkward—everyone had fallen, and not getting up meant admitting defeat; they couldn't very well drag them up to keep fighting.

That centurion finally managed to catch a breath, panting: "You… aren't… human!"

Da Wang: "Mm-hmm~"

Centurion: ……

Wei Ke was the last to fall; Da Wang went over, bent down, and stood beside him, saying, "Older cousin, have you conceded? Let us have your role tomorrow!"

Wei Shen, though also tired enough to be smug, was very arrogant: "Haha… cough cough! We won hahaha~"

Da Wang advised him: "Don't laugh like that, you look like a villain."

Wei Ke lying on the ground: …… You're the same.

Brother-in-law, best of luck to you; he did his best.

The whole camp couldn't really accept this result, making the Southwest Army look a bit weak.

Moreover, it was two rounds, a complete defeat.

Marquis Wei Ting grabbed Da Wang, Wei Peng seized his arrogant second son, and the two elders together dragged them into the house, each having a hundred thousand questions to ask.

"What's going on with you two?"

"How hard have you been working?"

Marquis Wei Ting and his father almost spoke at the same time; Da Wang and Wei Shen were like two proud little roosters, the angles of their necks nearly identical.

Wei Ke brushed off the dust outside and came in; seeing those two like this, he couldn't help but say, "Experts don't sprain their necks, do they?"

Da Wang: ……

Wei Shen said: "Just be jealous; today's victory is what I and Da Wang earned with our sweat. We two spend twelve shichen, ten shichen a day training martial arts—training in the three nines of winter and the three fu of summer, every day besides eating we train, all to protect Youzhou City! It's really hard, but whenever I think of my grandfather and father, I don't feel tired…"

Da Wang grabbed his collar: "Don't exaggerate too much, it's not true."

Wei Shen: "Is it over?"

Da Wang: "A little bit."

Marquis Wei Ting was successfully amused by the two of them: "You two are like real brothers."

The two troublemakers glanced at each other, then moved away simultaneously, "Huh~ so dirty." Da Wang pointed at Wei Ke: "Grandfather, look again—I resemble the older cousin."

Wei Shen snorted coldly: "Who would want to look like you!" Truly a fragile brotherly bond.

Wei Peng laughed: "The alliance has fallen apart, right? Then tell us how you train—uncle is genuinely interested." He said this while looking at Da Wang.

Da Wang: "I have a secret manual, called Body Refining Technique; it can polish the body very well, and there's also the expert Ling Yin guiding martial arts. Also, my body is a bit good." He stretched out his chubby paw to show a little distance.

Wei Shen rebutted him: "Da Wang's body isn't just a bit good—he has innate divine strength. A body chosen for martial arts training has no worth to discuss. Ask me—I have ordinary talent, and I just train every day with Da Wang's personal guard camp like this; are those few personal guards outside pretty strong? Dad, your set is outdated~"

Beside him, Da Wang immediately dodged and said sensibly: "Uncle, go ahead and hit him."

Wei Peng really didn't hold back and gave Wei Shen a smack; this guy immediately flashed far away. Not to mention, his agility is much greater—the Wei father and son are truly extraordinary.

Da Wang generously gave his grandfather a copy of the Body Refining Technique, urging: "Practice it, and you still need to strive for twenty more years!" Definitely take good care of your body!

Marquis Wei Ting wasn't hearing this for the first time: "What twenty years?"

Wei Shen raised his hand again, cheekily: "I know! You're only in your fifties, your grandson says you're his main support, and you need to back him for another twenty years. This is one of the prerequisites for him to strut around Chang'an and buy things without paying. You… just try harder."

Marquis Wei Ting laughed heartily, then after enough laughter he rubbed Da Wang's hair: "How old is grandfather? In another twenty years he'll be over seventy—what could he rely on to support you? Don't worry; even if grandfather is gone, your uncle and the Southwest Army will always back you."

Da Wang was unhappy: "People can live to 120, you really lack ambition! Have you worn the bead I gave you?"

Marquis Wei Ting pulled out a chain from his neck: "Didn't you say you wanted to wear it close to the skin? Grandfather personally supervised the craftsman to inlay a chain, and I wear it close to the skin every day!"

Da Wang looked very satisfied.

Quite obedient, huh!

"'Fine, this bead can nourish the body; wear it close to the skin, practice the Body Refining Technique a bit more, and strive for another twenty years—no problem. Then you can retire and let your uncle support me.'"

Wei Peng: ……

The Wei father and son were hit in the face by his abacus beads.

Marquis Wei Ting regarded that bead as Da Wang's filial piety, never expecting it to have any practical use, and even if he said so, nobody would believe him.

The two troublemakers tossed the camp into chaos, making everyone panic and already beginning to doubt that the Southwest Army is out of touch with the outside world; having achieved their goal, they patted their buttocks and left.

The Wei family elders began studying the Body Refining Technique, while Da Wang and Wei Shen had already returned to sharpen their knives toward the brother-in-law.

An auspicious day, suitable for marriage.

He changed the wedding date once just so Da Wang could personally watch his older sister marry; Da Wang felt he ought to do something to let them know their wait for the prince wasn't in vain.

Wei Yi's husband's family is a prominent local clan in Changzhou, surnamed Zhou, and her third aunt Zhou is from the same main line.

The groom, Zhou Jingxing II, is still studying. Coming from a prominent clan, he doesn't need to achieve anything in his studies; they just wait until he finishes his education and reaches the appropriate age, then find him a position.

Before meeting Da Wang, Zhou Jingyu thought that being placed among the Wei family meant he was certainly the most learned.

On the wedding day, he only then realized he had taken it for granted.

The wedding procession smoothly entered the main gate of the Wei Residence, but before they could even pass through the second gate to enter the inhabited rear courtyard, their procession was stopped by a child dressed in bright red.

The child stood in the middle of the gate with his hands on his hips, and behind him stood eight or nine burly men with their arms crossed, completely blocking the wide gate.

Zhou Jing wondered for a few seconds who this child was, but came up empty.

Wei Heng couldn't be that old, so this must be a child from some relative's family.

How did it become your turn to block the door? Besides, starting to block here seems a bit early? Where's Wei Ke? Otherwise, Wei Shen would do…

He looked around for a familiar figure, but the only familiar person, Wei Ke, didn't even show his face.

The child waved at him, "Stop looking—you're in my hands today, no one can save you!"