nyslfriends Chapter 73 Training
Chapter 73 Training
In the courtyard, Jiang Ren held Hao Jiajia, crying and laughing at the same time, tears streaming down her face.
"Jiajia...you can say 'Mama' now? Say it again, just one more time, okay?"
"Mom, Mom..." Hao Jiajia blinked her big, dark eyes and haphazardly wiped away Jiang Ren's tears with her little hands. Her speech was not very clear, but those two syllables seemed to have some kind of magic, making Jiang Ren's whole body go limp.
She hugged her daughter tightly, burying her face in the small, milky-scented shoulder, her shoulders trembling slightly.
Jiang Yun lay on the soft cushion next to her, quietly watching this scene.
The afternoon sun filtered through the branches of the old locust tree, casting dappled light across the lawn. In the distance, the shouts of the military drills drifted in, mingling with the chirping of cicadas in late summer, creating a raw yet genuine atmosphere.
He took a deep breath, put his hands on the ground, and tried to prop up his small body.
My legs are shaking.
This body, tempered twice and with bone density comparable to Grade E alloy, still appeared clumsy under the control of the soul. Muscle memory had not yet been established, and nerve conduction still carried a raw delay.
He engaged his core, tensing his calves—
Stood up.
It swayed precariously, like a slender bamboo pole in a gale.
Then, with a "plop," his entire face slammed into the cushion.
"Ah!" Jiang Ren was so startled that she let go of Hao Jiajia and almost pounced on him, frantically scooping him up and checking him over. "Where did you fall? Does it hurt? Baby, are you alright?"
Her warm hands rubbed the back of his head, her voice filled with panic.
Jiang Yun's head swayed as she rubbed it, her vision filled with Jiang Ren's reddened, tearful eyes.
The pure worry within him, like a soft thorn, gently pricked him.
Forget it.
He thought to himself.
My aunt is already happy enough today. It's the first time Hao Jiajia has spoken, so she should enjoy this joy to the fullest.
As for the standing practice... let's talk about it tomorrow.
The next morning, dew still clung to the tips of the grass blades.
Jiang Yun lay on the edge of the mat and tried again.
Prop up, sway, fall down.
He tried to stand up again, but the swaying lasted for half a second longer before he collapsed in an even more disheveled position.
Jiang Ren initially squatted beside him, instinctively reaching out to protect him each time he swayed. After a few times, her hand stopped in mid-air, and her eyes slowly widened.
That small body, with each fall, paused for shorter and shorter periods, and adjusted its posture faster and faster.
At first, I needed to lie face down and catch my breath for a while, but later I could just roll over and get back up.
She was completely stunned.
On the twenty-seventh attempt, Jiang Yun placed both feet firmly on the ground, bent her knees slightly, and stretched her back into a flexible arc.
He managed to stay calm.
Although he was still swaying, and his little hands were clenched into fists in nervousness, he was indeed standing, like a seedling that had just broken through the soil and was still covered with dew, trembling but stubbornly standing in the morning light.
Jiang Ren covered her mouth. Two bubbles of emotion floated out from the top of her head.
How can a child stand up on their own in less than a month?!
Hmm... Suddenly I feel like my title of "genius girl" is really demeaning.
Jiang Yun slowly exhaled, not in a hurry to leave.
There's no point in a little kid running around aimlessly. It's better to master what he's already learned, like... martial arts.
The trajectory of the "Purple Jade Embracing Mystery Skill" in his memory began to flow, and his hands followed some ancient instinct, making a vague slashing motion in front of him.
With his left hand lifting up and his right hand pressing down, his legs slightly apart, an extremely faint aura quietly emanated from his youthful figure.
Jiang Ren was stunned.
"Baby, baby..."
Her voice trembled, "You...you know martial arts?"
This is no longer a question of whether to stand or not; what did she see?
How could a baby less than two months old already be able to stand in a stance that many junior high school students can't even manage during the bone-strengthening stage?
Although it doesn't seem very skillful yet, this is definitely a solid foundation!
Jiang Yun turned her head and nodded to her, her small face calm: "Mm."
Jiang Ren felt her brain wasn't quite up to the task. "Where did you learn that?"
Jiang Yun blinked, stretched out her chubby finger, tapped her belly, and uttered two clear syllables:
"Mother."
Jiang Ren's face flushed red, and she stammered, "You...you called me Mom?"
The moment the words left her mouth, she saw a fleeting look of helplessness in Jiang Yun's eyes, and his fingertips clearly pointing at her abdomen.
An absurd yet reasonable idea popped into my head.
"Did you learn that... while you were in your mother's tummy?"
Her voice was so soft, as if she were afraid of shattering a dream.
Jiang Yun nodded vigorously, her expression serious: "Mm."
Jiang Ren opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word for a long time.
Looking at the little boy standing straight in front of her, who even knew how to assume the starting stance for a martial arts technique, she recalled what Ling Jiu had said before about "innate Dao body" and "enlightenment in the womb"...
It turns out that those things that sounded like legends were actually true.
There really was a little one who, even before being born, had already learned how to manipulate the stars and temper his bones through his mother's belly.
She suddenly felt a little panicked. Could such a young child hurt himself practicing martial arts? Was his posture correct? Was his breathing smooth?
Without much hesitation, she took out her communicator and dialed the number she had saved not long ago, a number that made her heart skip a beat every time she called it.
"Hey... Uncle, it's me, Jiang Ren. Um... Yun'er, he... he's practicing martial arts... Yes, right now, in the courtyard... I... I don't really know how, I'm afraid he'll hurt himself..."
The communication was disconnected in less than three minutes.
In the shadow of the old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard, a tall and upright figure silently appeared.
His military uniform was crisp and straight, his epaulets cold and hard.
Ling Kuo stood there with her hands behind her back, like a silent iron tower, her gaze piercing through the bright morning light in the courtyard and landing on that swaying little figure.
He didn't step forward, didn't say anything, and just kept watching.
Jiang Yun's hands didn't stop moving. The stance training of the Meteor Bone flowed through his consciousness, guiding his clumsy limbs to adjust the angle little by little, searching for that mysterious "sound of resonance".
He stopped worrying about whether or not to hide it.
Where is this place? The Imperial Star Military Region compound. Who is standing before me? A human general, a powerful figure in the Ling family, his maternal grandfather by blood.
The value of an innate Dao body, in the eyes of truly great figures, never needs to be protected by mediocrity.
On the contrary, the more dazzling you are, the more you can prove your potential, and the more resources you can obtain and the more genuine protection you can receive.
Hiding things will only make those who care about you unsure of where to start and cause potential investors to hesitate.
He doesn't ask for much. He just wants a more efficient environment for growth, and some investments that will benefit him and his family's future.
Showcasing your talent is the first step to achieving all of this.
Thus, under Ling Kuo's silent gaze and Jiang Ren's anxious look, Jiang Yun began his training.
On the first day, he spent most of his time falling down, getting up, and falling down again. But each time he stood up again, the trembling lessened a little.
Ling Kuo stood under the locust tree for a whole morning, and when she left, her steps were still steady, without leaving a single word.
The next day, Jiang Yun was able to complete half of the foundation-building movements of the Meteorite Bone in one smooth motion. Although it was as slow as a tortoise crawl and resembled a child's play, his seriousness was already evident.
With a single adjustment of the center of gravity, it began to subtly take on a smooth and flowing form.
Ling Kuo appeared in the afternoon, watched for half an hour, and then left in silence again.
On the third day, the fourth day... he came every day.
The time is unpredictable, sometimes it's early morning, sometimes it's evening, but it always appears. It always stands at that distance, neither too close nor too far, like the most demanding yet quietest spectator.
Jiang Yun's heart gradually calmed down.
He no longer cared whether Ling Kuo spoke or not, and focused entirely on his own cultivation.