Chapter 3, Medicinal Wine

In simple terms, every move in this boxing manual teaches how to throw someone to the ground and how to do it forcefully

What does the ten-year examination signify for the disciples of Wen Jia?

Early the next morning, Wen Leyang excitedly ran to his uncle's house, while Wen Tunhai, with a look of glee, pointed at a large vat emitting swirling steam: "Go in! From now on, come every morning to soak in the medicinal wine!"

If you do not practice your skills, before long you will become useless, able to do nothing but fart

Wen Tun Hai was taken aback, then spat and laughed, saying: "Stop wasting words. I don't have the time to entertain you. If you can't hold on, just come out. This medicinal wine can only be brewed by the disciples of the Tuo Xie Sect; others won't even have the chance to encounter a drop!"

Wen Leyang's qualifications are not the best among the Wen family descendants, but he has been tempered by medicinal wine since childhood, and he puts in extra effort during his training. The foundation he has laid is relatively solid, and he has already achieved some proficiency in both adaptability and strength in his punches and kicks. However, according to this boxing manual, he cannot practice even a single move.

With a sluggish demeanor, he stomped his feet and reached out to pry open his mouth, forcing a pill inside. He then turned around and shouted angrily at his wife, "Quick, bring the bamboo needle!"

The detoxification bamboo needles from the Wen family are slightly thicker than embroidery needles, with hollow shafts. Wen Tunhai's ten fingers move like the wind, so fast that the actions are barely discernible. In a moment, thirty-six clear green bamboo needles were inserted all over Wen Leyang's body. Subsequently, various medicinal powders were injected from the hollow needle tubes. Wen Leyang finally let out a groan, his eyelids trembling as they lifted, revealing a hint of undisguised pride in his gaze: "Uncle, has it soaked long enough..." He was still unaware that he had already danced on the brink of death. If it weren't for Wen Tunhai possessing the true teachings of the Wen family, his life would have been completely forfeited.

Having soaked for too long, he was now severely poisoned. Wen Leyang, upon realizing the terrifying consequences of the situation, took the small booklet of merely a dozen pages that had been passed around and, without a word, assumed a stance and directly engaged in combat. With the first move, he forcefully slammed his face onto the ground.

Wen Leyang felt as if countless small knives were stabbing and cutting all over his body, those dull and cruel knives covered in rust. The initial comfort had completely vanished, and every second in the vat felt as long as an hour. He gritted his teeth and endured for a while, but finally could not hold on any longer. Trembling, he let out a painful groan and opened his eyes to look at his uncle standing in the courtyard: "Uncle, that Xieyang Pill can be undone by holding in urine for a day; I did not deceive you..." The initial comfort had completely vanished, and every second in the vat felt as long as an hour. He gritted his teeth and endured for a while, but finally could not hold on any longer. Trembling, he let out a painful groan and opened his eyes to look at his uncle standing in the courtyard: "Uncle, that Xieyang Pill can be undone by holding in urine for a day; I did not deceive you..."

Family members may be summoned at will, and no member of the Wen family or the Tushu clan shall disobey

The yard is silent and still

After a while, Wen Tunhai called out to Wen Leyang in the room: "Kid, it's been long enough, come out now"

Wen Tunhai responded with a sound and then advised Wen Leyang, "Kid, come out when you can't hold on any longer!" After saying this, he stepped into the house. Shortly after, angry shouts could be heard from inside: "Why is it all porridge? I’m not drinking water today, not drinking porridge, in short, I’m not drinking anything at all..."

However, as he soaked, Wen Leyang began to feel something was amiss. The medicinal effect slowly permeated through his skin and entered his body, but this time it was not a small mouse, but rather a small knife, and not just one, but millions of them.

Now ... ...

Uncle Wen made a cold joke at a critical moment

One can freely access the family wealth; with a single command, the disciple responsible for finances will pack the Renminbi into a bundle and deliver it.

The Wen family has a lineage spanning over 2,000 years, with several hundred direct descendants, each of whom can be considered a bioweapon with an identity card. The accumulated wealth is beyond measure, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that they are as rich as a nation.

Are you going to soak again

Wen Leyang suddenly shouted, jumping up from the ground as if he had been electrocuted: "Then let's hurry and practice! Practice... what kind of skill?" After hearing his uncle's words, he now felt that his skin, muscles, and blood vessels were all tightening, as if they would burst at any moment.

... ...

Wen Tunhai no longer wasted words, directly took out a thin booklet and tossed it to him: "Practice according to this boxing manual!"

While busy pulling out bamboo needles, Wēn Tūn Hǎi spat out, "I've been telling you to hold on and come out, do you think I'm just talking nonsense!"

Ah? Wen Leyang exclaimed with deep emotion, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Wen Leyang nodded emphatically, biting his lip and falling silent. His expression suggested he was determined to compete with this vat of medicinal wine. Usually, he was the good-natured one among his siblings, but when he became stubborn, even eight oxen could not pull him back.

Wen Leyang's body had gone limp, and he was unaware of when he had already fainted, yet he still bit down hard on his lip.

"Enough with the nonsense, this arrangement has its profound significance!" Wen Tunhai spoke with an authoritative tone, yet his eyes could not conceal the satisfaction of revenge. Without waiting for Wen Leyang to take off his clothes, he raised a foot and kicked that innocent backside, sending Wen Leyang flying directly into the large vat

Wen Tunhai wiped the sweat from his forehead and angrily scolded, "What nonsense! This medicinal wine does not get better the longer it is soaked. After soaking in the medicinal wine, one must practice immediately; otherwise, the potent poison will burn the meridians, and even if one is saved, they will be left as a useless person! Beginners must quickly crawl out when they cannot endure the pain!"

Wen Tun Hai walked back to the courtyard, holding a bowl from hetushu.com, looking puzzled. Suddenly, he exclaimed, and a rice bowl emitted a piercing sound as it flew from his hand, hurtling towards the large vat. With a thunderous crash, the massive vat was shattered into pieces by an ordinary rice bowl. The medicinal liquor inside erupted like an explosion, splattering everywhere, and upon hitting the ground, it immediately released a cloud of foul-smelling, charred smoke. Even a fool could see how potent the toxicity of this vat of medicinal liquor was.

Currently, Wen Leyang's status is second only to the three heads of the family and Da Bo Wen Tun Hai. However, he has no opportunity to enjoy this for the time being, as he is in serious trouble now

Wen Tunhai smiled lightly and did not pay much attention. At that moment, his wife called from inside the house: "Dear, it's time for breakfast."

The subsequent movements became increasingly bizarre. Wen Leyang glanced at them and felt that if he did not have a seizure, it would be difficult to execute such complex actions. Especially the techniques recorded on the last few pages, which seemed unnecessary to practice; just a glance revealed their flaws. The art of combat emphasizes overall coordination, yet these techniques required each joint—hands, feet, shoulders, and knees—to act independently, each preoccupied with its own task. The left shoulder drew circles while the right shoulder moved up and down; the left palm assumed a Tai Chi posture while the right fist executed the Black Tiger Prowls the Heart; the left leg performed a split while the right knee circled like an old tree's roots... However, these techniques demanded that each joint—hands, feet, shoulders, and knees—act independently, each busy with its own task... The left shoulder drew circles while the right shoulder moved up and down; the left palm assumed a Tai Chi posture while the right fist executed the Black Tiger Prowls the Heart; the left leg performed a split while the right knee circled like an old tree's roots...

The medicinal wine was boiling hot, enveloping the entire body in an instant. Wen Leyang felt comfortable as all 36,000 pores of his body emitted a soft moan. Under his uncle's instructions, he quietly sat in the large vat, waiting for the medicinal effects to enter his body. According to his experience before the age of twelve, soaking in the medicinal wine for an hour would cause a surge of heat within him, like a little mouse scurrying around in his limbs and bones, making him feel both numb and itchy. Afterward, his parents would fish him out of the vat and massage seven specific acupoints on his body. That boiling little mouse would gradually dissipate, leaving his body feeling fiery hot and his spirit invigorated. Based on his experience before the age of twelve, soaking in the medicinal wine for an hour would cause a surge of heat within him, like a little mouse scurrying around in his limbs and bones, making him feel both numb and itchy. Afterward, his parents would fish him out of the vat and massage seven specific acupoints on his body. That boiling little mouse would gradually dissipate, leaving his body feeling fiery hot and his spirit invigorated, allowing him to run around the mountains all day without feeling fatigued or exhausted.

Wen Leyang let out a sound, knowing that the martial arts technique was correct. Of course, this correctness meant that his uncle had not made a mistake. However, regarding the content of the martial arts scripture, he maintained a cautious and reserved attitude.

In the second move, he fell heavily onto his back, coincidentally landing on a stone that was right under his tailbone. Wen Leyang let out a cry of pain, struggling to get up as he flipped to the third move in the boxing manual, and with a bitter smile, he looked at his uncle and said: "Uncle, this book... seems to be printed incorrectly, doesn't it?"

Wen Tunhai looked at him, exasperated, and said, "Even when death is imminent, you still have so much to say. Open your dog eyes and take a look; that book is not printed, it is handwritten by our predecessors!"

For the first move, the body should lean forward while the steps should be taken backward in a manner that resembles stepping on a nine-square grid; the second move involves channeling strength through the entire body into the right fist, delivering a heavy strike to the ground, while both feet must jump vigorously upward