Volume 10 Chapter 89 Young Zhuiyue (Part 2)

My relationship with Zhuiyue was different to my other siblings because it wasn’t Shifu who brought him back but me. On that rainy day, my eight year old self carried rice thirty kilometres up to Emei, saw a hot ch-, three year old kid gazing at the moon. I thought he was the child of a farmer on Emei.

Since I had been carrying rice all day for training, I was afraid I’d accidentally knock him over, so I circled around him, but a hot chick - I didn’t know she was Matriarch Zi - stole my attention, resulting in me tripping. Thanks to my Yijin Jing training, I was able to release the sack of rice and leverage my centre of gravity to spin to safety.

“Impressive!” Matriarch Zi voiced.

“Thanks!” I gave Matriarch Zi a hold-fist salute.

“I meant you’re impressively ruthless, chucking a sack of rice at a child. Who’s your scumbag teacher?”

“Hmm?”

Only then did my attention bring me to the sight of the kid stuck in the dung pit next door - a result of the rice sack crashing into him. I may have only been eight, but I was wise enough to know that smashing a kid into a dung pit was no joking matter.

I took the kid to Emei’s best doctor, only to make the doctor see his dinner a second time. Luckily, Shifu was able to quickly save the kid with a few needles. Once he was done, Shifu told me, “Go fetch Tianshan snow lotus, ginseng that’s a thousand years old, lingzhi that’s a century old, snowclam paste and a hen…”

“Shifu, is he in critical condition?”

“He’s fine. He’ll be once he has some porridge and tofu dregs. The herbs are for me.”

“What happened? Have you overtrained?”

“I’m not tired. My nose is just irritated.”

Daoist Jinguan, being the gentle and kind man he was, picked up the child and rubbed his back. “Are you feeling better?”

The kid was terrified - mainly due to risk of suffocation. He opened his mouth a littl