After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Chapter 912 Fighting

These gifted young men from privileged backgrounds were specially invited by Mr. Deng.

He hoped that his disciples would have a few close friends.

Working in isolation won't work.

Of course, he was just giving him this opportunity; he didn't expect his disciple to grovel and fawn over people.

Whether or not a friendship can be established depends on the fate of the disciples.

After the group finished their meal, Fang Nanzhi led the boys to the backyard. After looking at the flowers, one of the boys suggested playing pitch-pot.

The Deng family has all of these.

Mr. Deng has always been a fun-loving and pleasure-seeking man, and his mansion is fully equipped with all kinds of entertainment.

At first, Cui Shicheng thought that playing pitch-pot was a bit of bullying for a young girl.

After all, Fang Nanzhi was a year or two younger than them, and being a girl, it was normal for her to lack wrist strength.

But they soon learned that Fang Nanzhi's throwing technique was average, but her accuracy was excellent.

Most of them will be successful.

"You've practiced this before?"

"I played with my brother twice, but it was mainly when we were little that we learned to throw beanbags at people, and that's when I got the aim."

Fang Nanzhi thought their pitch-pot game was quite interesting.

The imagery of a goose carrying a reed or a handful of lotus flowers requires careful consideration of angle and technique.

Unfortunately, Cui Shicheng spoke very logically, but he himself couldn't cast such a ball, so he couldn't let Fang Nanzhi see it.

Among the young men, Xie Lang, the best at pitch-pot, was the eldest son of the Xie family of Chenjun.

Xie Lang has a bit of a temper and is very competitive. He was quite unhappy when he narrowly lost to Fang Nanzhi in the previous test.

He turned his back to the arrow-throwing game, put one hand behind his back, and threw the arrow out suddenly.

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

It was inserted diagonally into the pot—and it hit the target!

"Great!" Fang Nanzhi's eyes lit up, and she was the first to agree.

Xie Lang turned his head to look at her, and the girl smiled sweetly: "Xie Lang, do you usually work out your arm strength? My brother also trains often."

The girl's eyes were full of curiosity, without a trace of anything else.

Xie Lang raised his chin: "Hey, do you dare to fight me?"

After these words were spoken, the garden fell silent for a moment.

I know Xie Lang is a little tyrant and arrogant, but it's too much for him to challenge a girl to a fight, isn't it?

Even though they are young, they know to give way to women.

Fang Nanzhi felt that she had done nothing wrong in entertaining the guests, and she didn't know where his hostility came from.

But how could a hostess fight with her guest? She forced a smile and said, "Young Master Xie is too kind..."

"You don't dare?" Xie Lang turned around, staring straight at her, his domineering gaze practically overflowing.

He was aggressive, which the other teenagers couldn't stand.

"Xie Lang, that's enough. We're here as guests, so please be more reserved."

"Exactly, is this how you're taught to fight women, sir?"

"If you can't compare to others in terms of knowledge, then you should focus on your studies. What kind of man are you, trying to save face by fighting?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Lang became angry, and his face darkened.

"Who said I'm just trying to save face?"

"Besides studying, we also learn the Six Arts, of which martial arts is one. I'm just exchanging sparring tips!"

"Or is it that you, Fang Nanzhi, are afraid? If you're afraid, then admit it and go back to being a woman who is good at embroidering flowers and plants."

Xie Lang spoke with increasing confidence and conviction.

Fang Nanzhi was also enraged. How dare they be so arrogant in front of her? She rolled up her sleeves and said, "Fine, then. Do you think I'm afraid of you?"

Her behavior left the boys stunned.

That's quite audacious, unlike most young girls.

Seeing her accept the challenge, Xie Lang's eyes lit up with excitement: "Come on, bare-handed, or with weapons?"

He talked as if he were some kind of master, but in reality, he had only learned a few sword moves.

Fang Nanzhi's eyes flickered; she had been fighting since she was a child and was very experienced.

But Xie Lang is taller and stronger than her, so she really can't force her.

"Then use weapons!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the servants standing in the corner of the courtyard actually moved.

Soon, four or five people carried over various weapons: knives, spears, swords, halberds...

It truly has all eighteen kinds of weapons, complete with everything.

The boys sensed something was wrong and that things were about to escalate. They thought the servants of the Deng family were incredibly audacious, even bringing weapons.

"Xie Lang, let's just forget about it. If the teacher finds out, he'll definitely punish you."

"It's not honorable to beat a little girl like that."

They surrounded Xie Lang, trying to persuade him, and actually wanted to advise Fang Nanzhi to avoid the situation as well, but they didn't know her well and didn't feel comfortable asking.

Xie Lang was actually a little guilty, knowing that he had been too impulsive, but he had already come this far and could not back down.

"Hey, Fang Nanzhi, we're having a friendly spar. No matter who wins or loses, you can't cry or complain!"

The girl is prone to crying. If she cries, then it's all over. The master will definitely punish her.

Fang Nanzhi felt he was underestimating her, and frowned: "As long as you don't cry!"

Xie Lang stood tall, a true man who would shed blood and sweat but not tears.

Besides, he didn't think he couldn't beat Fang Nanzhi, and he was even considering holding back a little, just enough to embarrass her.

Fang Nanzhi was unaware of his thoughts, but she displayed the demeanor of a mistress of the house, extending her hand and saying, "Please choose first, Young Master Xie."

Xie Lang didn't stand on ceremony. He pretended to walk around in front of the weapon rack twice before drawing his sword.

He doesn't know how to use other weapons either, and there are some, like a hammer, that he can't even lift.

Xie Lang twirled his sword with one hand, displaying the demeanor of a grandmaster.

It's all just for show, just to fool young people like them.

If Fang Yin were here, he would frown and curse, "What a piece of trash!"

But Xie Lang himself didn't feel that way. With a sword in hand, he was even more confident: "It's your turn."

Fang Nanzhi nodded slightly, but did not choose a weapon. Instead, she started to pull out a needle pouch from her sleeve and took out a thin, long needle.

It's so long that just looking at it makes your arm hurt.

Xie Lang looked away: "You're going to use this?"

“That’s right.” Fang Nanzhi held the needle, speaking with self-righteousness: “Don’t you know there’s a skill called the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles?”

Xie Lang shook his head, saying he had never heard of it.

The boys were also curious: "What is that?"

Fang Nanzhi realized that she had seen this in a storybook, and it was even a system storybook. She had let something slip.

"Well, if you haven't heard of it, that's fine, but an embroidery needle is a type of concealed weapon, and also a weapon." Fang Nanzhi changed the subject.

I have heard of that.

But Fang Nanzhi wasn't holding an embroidery needle.

Xie Lang didn't react, only frowning: "You should choose another one, so that others won't say I'm bullying people."

His longsword, though unsharpened, is certainly better than a needle.

"No need, I'm good at using needles, you don't dare to compete with me?" Fang Nanzhi used reverse psychology.

She wouldn't know how to use weapons; she uses needles to give acupuncture to people every day.

Sure enough, Xie Lang didn't waste any words: "Come on!"

Without saying a word, he took the initiative and charged towards Fang Nanzhi with his sword raised.

Fang Nanzhi remained calm and composed, making no attempt to dodge. Only when the sword was close enough did she flick her sleeve.

A packet of powder was spilled out.

Instantly, the place became incredibly foul-smelling, the kind of stench that would make you vomit after just a few breaths.

"Ugh! Ugh!" Xie Lang instinctively covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

Just as I was bending over and feeling nauseous, I felt a sharp pain in my lower back.

It wasn't excruciating pain, just a prick from a needle, yes, Fang Nanzhi took the opportunity to prick me.

He was furious: "You ambushed me!"

As he spoke, he swung his sword at Fang Nanzhi.

Fang Nanzhi didn't even remove the needle before turning tail and running away. Xie Lang chased after him, gagging.

"You despicable person, stop right there!"

"If you've got the guts, then catch me!" Fang Nanzhi didn't even stand still; she started running around the yard.

Xie Lang, with his long legs, chased after him relentlessly.

The other boys retreated to the corridor; they had no choice but to, it was too smelly.

After being outmaneuvered twice, Xie Lang flew into a rage. He was furious; what he wanted was a friendly spar.

He immediately ignored the stench, accelerated abruptly, and his longsword was already pressed against Fang Nanzhi's hem.

"watch out!"

A glint flashed in Xie Lang's eyes, and he raised his hand to raise his sword... raise his hand... no, why can't he raise his hand?

He can't move his hands anymore.

"Thump!" The long sword slipped limply from Xie Lang's hand, and he felt his arm was light and airy, as if it wasn't his own.

Fang Nanzhi then came to her senses, put her hands on her hips, and caught her breath.

"Admit defeat, Xie Lang."

The little girl's eyes were full of pride.

Xie Lang finally realized something was wrong: "What did you do to me? Why can't I use my arm?"

"Of course it's because you were hit by my hidden weapon."

Fang Nanzhi selected acupoints when he needled the person, and the fact that the person is now weak means that the needle has taken effect.

"You despicable scoundrel, you just sprinkled poison powder, did you also use poison when you pricked someone with needles?"

Xie Lang roared in anger.

"We agreed to a friendly spar, but you used poison! You're despicable and shameless!"

This was the first time Fang Nanzhi had been called vulgar, and she was unhappy about it.

"In the martial arts world, poison is also a type of concealed weapon. Don't you know that all's fair in war? Besides, I didn't coat my needle with poison!"

"Are you a sore loser? You shameless bastard, nee nee nee nee!"

Fang Nanzhi stuck her tongue out at him.

Xie Lang's face flushed red: "You're talking nonsense! I'm not a mangy dog! You, you're rude!"

Fang Nanzhi's eyes widened, as if in surprise.

"You were the one who spoke rudely first. I only responded with a few words, and that's considered rude? You're the one who's being unreasonable. Do you think you're the only one who's right and no one else is allowed to speak your mind?"

"You're not only rude, you're arrogant! We've just met, and I'm treating you with kindness, yet you try to bully me!"

"You are still ignorant, looking down on women and embroidery. Weren't you born of your mother? Weren't the clothes and shoes you wear made by embroiderers?"

"You say embroidery is suitable for women? Well then, at least take off your clothes before you start criticizing the embroiderer!"

The little girl spoke in rapid succession; she learned this trick from the maid.

The first rule of arguing is always to be quick to speak and not give others a chance to interrupt. Suffocate the other person, and you've won.

Xie Lang's face flushed red and then turned pale. He wanted to open his mouth to refute, but he didn't know what to say.

Seeing them arguing like this, the boys, disregarding the smell, rushed over to smooth things over.

"It was Xie Lang who spoke recklessly first, Fang Nanzhi, don't hold it against him."

Cui Shicheng spoke first, then frowned and looked at Xie Lang.

"You were the one who proposed the competition, and you didn't say anything about not being able to use drugs before the match. Now that you've lost, are you going to deny it?"

“Yes, Xie Lang, you have to accept the consequences of your bet,” the others chimed in.

Xie Lang lowered his eyes, the corners of his eyes were a little red, and he remained silent with his neck stiff.

The boys knew that he had never suffered such a great loss before and would definitely not be able to accept the blow, so they did not force him to continue.

Instead, he smiled apologetically at Fang Nanzhi and said, "Now that the sparring is over, can we remove this needle?"

The long needle was still stuck in Xie Lang's lower back; it had already penetrated quite a bit, with an inch still sticking out.

Fang Nanzhi nodded and took the needle.

The boys breathed a sigh of relief as they put the needle and thread back in.

Afterwards, Fang Nanzhi took them to the pond to fish together.

Xie Lang felt the needle being removed, and his strength was indeed slowly returning, but he was in a bad mood and remained very quiet.

Fang Nanzhi ignored him.

Few of the boys were truly patient; after sitting for fifteen minutes without catching any fish, they couldn't help but sway back and forth.

What kinds of fish are in this pond?

"Have you fed the fish today? Is it because the fish are too full that they don't want to bite the food?"

"How about we use a net to catch fish?" Fang Nanzhi suggested.

She hadn't expected that the boys were even worse at fishing than she was.

Are you suggesting that you deliberately starve the fish for several days before fishing?

“Okay!” Cui Shicheng agreed, “But we don’t know how to fish.”

These esteemed young men would never normally do such rough work.

Fang Nanzhi had her servants bring fishing nets and taught them how to catch fish.

Soon, the laughter of the boys filled the courtyard, and the atmosphere became lively again.

It wasn't until evening that Mr. Deng's friends took their leave, and he then prepared to depart with his disciples.

Xie Lang had already stepped one foot out of the threshold, but then stepped back and stared at her.

Fang Nanzhi frowned. Was he going to cause trouble at this moment, or scold her in front of the gentlemen?

"You, you really didn't apply any medicine to that needle?"

Xie Lang asked hesitantly.

Fang Nanzhi nodded: "Yes, the loss of strength is due to the acupoints being needled. You can think of it as a person who knows how to strike a vital point."

Xie Lang's face turned pale, and he clutched his lower back: "Did you hit my vital point?"

Fang Nanzhi resisted the urge to roll her eyes: "No, we were just sparring. How could I possibly take someone's life?"

Xie Lang then released his grip, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice, "I was impolite today, please forgive me, Miss Fang."

After speaking, he bowed respectfully.

Fang Nanzhi was taken aback; she hadn't expected him to apologize so suddenly.

She quickly returned the greeting, saying, "I don't deserve such praise; I was also at fault today."

The young man and woman bowed to each other, and the gentlemen all narrowed their eyes in satisfaction.

They certainly know about the trouble the children caused at home today.

They simply didn't interfere, as the teachers all trusted their disciples' character.

After seeing the guests off, Mr. Deng called Fang Nanzhi to his study.

"Do you know you were wrong?"

Fang Nanzhi was very obedient: "This disciple knows his mistake and should not have argued with the guest."

From a moral standpoint, she made a mistake.

She could have handled it gently, but she couldn't help herself when she saw Xie Lang being so arrogant.

Mr. Deng sat in the chair, looking down at her.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Zhizhi, you are already capable of standing on your own, but in some aspects, you are still too immature."

"Arguing with others is just one mistake."

"Your mistake lies in your ignorance and lack of worldly wisdom."

"Xie Lang is a direct descendant of the Xie family. The Xie clan leader values ​​him highly and is carefully grooming him to be the next clan leader."

"When you fought him, did you consider that you might have hurt Xie Lang? If Xie Lang is narrow-minded, would the Xie family let it go?"

"Have you considered the possibility that you might offend the Xie family, and that your father and second uncle might also be implicated?"

Fang Nanzhi looked up: "Sir, do you want me to flatter and submit to the powerful?"

Mr. Deng glared at her: "Give me your hand."

Fang Nanzhi could only extend her left hand, and "slap slap slap!" she was hit with three slaps.

"When have I ever taught you the way of a gentleman? I taught you flattery!" Mr. Deng scolded.